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 Posted: Wed Mar 05, 2014 6:59 pm
Kostya's notes were in sharp, stark letters. Quote: What is the Ourboros organization: Splinter group of traitor. Former hunter. Aim to take down Deus Ex due to some sort of disapproving with methods. But only guess. No proof. Notes about the organization: Know nothing addition beside what learned from trial. Points to distinguish their members: The red O is only sign am knowing of, and is not being definite. After filling out his form, Kostya replied to America's texts, glad that his phone was silenced. lizbot To: A. JonesTolerable. Shiloh and Obadiah making scene. lizbot To: A. JonesMore like frigid ice. Lot of lecturing, so you would probably be finding somewhere near cool-flame level of hot. If he threaten anyone direct, will let know so you can be upping rating. lizbot To: A. JonesHave emergency supply for one day in coat pocket. It was true. He did; but mostly because he carried that around at all times; a packet of water, two MREs, and a small toolkit for survival. Be prepared.
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Posted: Wed Mar 05, 2014 7:17 pm
Tobias automatically sat up straighter as Caelius began, throwing a side-long glance towards Ripley. His unspoken question about the warning was answered as the division leader began speaking, his words delivered with enough care to drive even his Weapon into silence. He kept his mouth shut, listening as realization dawned on him: this was serious s**t. Is serious s**t. His initial perception of what a hunter was and what they did was so very wrong. Tobias' eyes followed Caelius as he placed the pulsating thing against the windowsill. He didn't like it; it brought to mind too many Hollywood bombs. His attention shifted to the paper in front of him, fists clenched as he stared at it. It was all he could do to strangle the rising panic as he picked up a pen with shaking hands and began to write. Quote: What is the Ourboros organization: A splinter group of Hunters that has been supplying weapons and technology to civilians. Highly dangerous, very likely to resort to violence. Notes about the organization:- Responsible for placing a body in the wall. Indicates being able to move about Deus without suspicion, and able to remove a section of the wall. Possible ties to those responsible for construction. - Responsible for planting at least one living bomb on Deus Ex. - Supplies civillians with tech and weapons. Runics require runestones to power, so if an off-Deus supply can be located then possibly these civillians can be located and traced back, unless someone is smuggling them off island.- Terrorist-like strikes indicate the interest in spreading fear and mistrust, as fragmented groups are easier to take down than united.Points to distinguish their members:- Black O-markings on hands, however not everyone with one is a member. - Look for suspicious behavior. Tobias had to drop the pen as he finished, hands pressed against the top of the desk he sat at to stop them from shaking. He stared in horror at what he had written, managing to pick his pen up again and scratch out his theories and speculation.
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Posted: Wed Mar 05, 2014 8:15 pm
Shu decided to google "Ourboros" while organizing the notes she had been jotted down. She peeked the hourglass....oh noooooo she don't have much time left >"<
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Posted: Wed Mar 05, 2014 8:45 pm
Jude sort of just sat up a little straighter.
... .. Stared down at the form...
Jude took a moment to get out some reading glasses so he could actually see the damn blurs on the paper and found himself entreated to a series of things to be informative about. Things he didn't really know anything about and he wasn't about to lean over toward his neighbor and ask questions. That was cheating.
What is the Ourboros organization: It is an organization.
Notes about the organization: It isn't good if we are meeting here about it and getting all debriefed about it.
Points to distinguish their members: To be honest I kind of suck at my 'job' unless it requires me to read or explore someplace. So, I don't know what to put here. I don't really look at people too hard though maybe I should.
Jude gets A+ for not really paying attention. Best Death Division Hunter Ever.
He just sort of shoved the paper from himself and resumed resting his head upon his hands and just being a lump.
((Sorry.))
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Posted: Wed Mar 05, 2014 9:21 pm
With a sigh, Jake stared at his sheet, regretting having neglected all the incidences regarding them, as aside from what had been covered during this meeting, he... really didn't know much about them at all.
Have you been paying attention?
Can you...
Chester sighed.
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What is the Ourboros organization: A group of hunters that have seemingly defected from Deus and follow their own regime. Made themselves known shortly after the death of the council.
Notes about the organization: They seem to function in a similar fashion to Deus, but are highly disorganized.
Points to distinguish their members: Distinguished by an O-shaped brand on their skin. However, a hunter carrying such a mark cannot automatically be assumed to be a member as some have been branded against their will.
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Posted: Wed Mar 05, 2014 9:28 pm
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Posted: Wed Mar 05, 2014 9:38 pm
The Death lead looked either right at Jane or at another Hunter past her, and then beelined to of course, the obvious of the group. Obvious, a lot more belligerent and stupid, but ultimately a lot more harmless. "Taym. Your report on my desk. You will stay at my desk until it is approved." This wasn't a perhaps this was pretty obvious a demand.
The hourglass was still sifting sand.
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Posted: Wed Mar 05, 2014 10:13 pm
Gritting his teeth, he deposited the form on the desk and waited, hands in his pockets, huddled up like Caelius's cold stare was a literal thing. (And maybe vaguely regretted some of the commentary, minor though it was.)
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Posted: Wed Mar 05, 2014 10:33 pm
(I can't make a formal post at work, so have some shu's feels)
Shu still had no idea what to write after searching google, hope she hope was -
- someone stops the hourglass pleaseeeeee! >"<
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Posted: Thu Mar 06, 2014 7:05 am
Looking through her notes and she finally determined the information she googled was unrelated, she finally wrote something on her form. First, she put down her name - 董書蕾 - and one second later - crossed it out and wrote down "Dong Shu Lei" instead. Probably it would be better for the others. She noticed that there was some free space above the form, so she wrote down - Quote: Sorry Sir......I just join Deus Ex Machina for a few days, so I don't have any idea about the organization being mentioned. However, I tried to sum up what I heard just now, from people seem to hold the knowledge....that's - a form of observation, right? Quote: What is the Ourboros organization: - A group of hunters, as they are also called the O hunters. - They are hunters betrayed Deus because of different ideology held - They work to destroy Deus internally sad Notes about the organization:- Their members have no intention to hide their existence, according to certain hunters, they left clues like the video broadcasted on hunter's cell phone (here might also show they wanted to create chaos among Deus) -From they can access hunter's cell phone, it could be inferred that they have grasp of Deus technologies - They are the one giving weapons to non hunters (As Sir you mentioned) - They kill hunters like us - According to certain hunter who seemed to know it well, it's made up of three classes: Judge, Speakers and Couriers.... - They have members lurking between us already, some are still undercover.. - They wanted to destroy Deus, from the information they had set bombs on the island...... Points to distinguish their members: The "O" mark. However, according to what certain hunter said, it isn't a direct indicator of traitor or involvement, but a sign of they have been approached by the O hunters only. So sadly, there might not be a 100% accurate method to achieve that. Shu felt sad for the Death Lead, it seemed that Deus was having a serious internal crisis. She agreed that observation was essential in situation like that, just like you would report suspicious behavior to Police. It was your obligation to uphold the society. However, she felt depressed for it. One couldn't do everything alone, it's a tragedy that no one can be trusted. If she needed to choose, she would bear the risk to trust people. "人" Someone said it's the image of a human standing on two legs, but she thought it was hands of two people touching each other. She believed people can't survive without others. However, she agreed that observation was a good start to watch out for suspicious activities, to protect themselves as well as Deus. < It's so boring and it's bullshit! All of them!> Z was somehow unhappy about how this stupid meeting had saddened his hunter. This cute little thing should be smiling, all the time.
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Posted: Thu Mar 06, 2014 6:10 pm
The Death lead read Taym's form in record time. Record slow time, each second dragging on as the hourglass continued to tick and the odd device placed by the window flashed intermittently and rather annoyingly red, soundlessly. At last he turned the page over, and then turned it back, folding it in half, and then half again, and then one more time before tearing it right through the center.
The hourglass was still going, a little slowly now it seemed, and Caelius leaned over to pull something out from the desk drawer-
- And a second later there was a loud slam and Taym was literally rammed headfirst against desk, a couple of papers scattering from impact. Mark jumped about a foot, while Oz ignored it entirely, drawing a very angry dinosaur onto his mission report sheet.
Crash.
This thankfully wasn't Taym or Caelius, or the desk, but from the window, which suddenly shattered just as the hourglass trickled to the very last second. It wasn't particularly loud but the glass caved in, the flashing red device placed at the windowsill trailing a thin line of smoke, a ring of dark burnished black a crater around it.
"A demonstration of Ourboros technology." The Death lead continued, pressing Taym's face as close to the desk as possible, one of the Death intermediate's arms bent behind his back at an awkward angle, "Normally, these human bombs, wouldn't affect a normal Hunter," Click. A metallic wristband was placed on Taym's accosted arm. It began to blink red, just like the device, "but that is assuming they still are a Hunter." The wristband wasn't that obvious to the regular viewer except for those who had experienced something similar, but Taym could feel a considerable difference. It was as if someone had muffled all his senses. He could no longer hear his weapon.
"Lack of discipline makes you less than a Hunter. There is no room in our ranks for disobedience and insubordination." Taym's arm was forced even further downwards, backwards, and without his Fear shield, the pressure grew from strained to outright painful. "You forget why you were chosen as a Hunter in the first place, and you forget everything you owe us. That makes you no longer necessary for Deus Ex." Taym's back, his wrist, his elbow cracked, it protested-
- And then a sharp, twisting flare of pain, perhaps he even heard something, an unnatural crack as his arm twisted entirely backwards, as it jolted out of its socket entirely, as the bone gave away finally and shattered so easily. It hurt, it hurt like nothing else, it felt only like being human. Not a Hunter, not someone special, no Fear shield buffer or protection. This was vulnerability. This was someone so easily getting their way simply because they could.
Taym was pushed onto the ground and he would most likely stay in that position, arm twisted and broken, dangling. The bracelet around his wrist continued to flash red.
The Death lead turned the hourglass. "Five minutes. You all have five minutes to hand in your reports. One at a time. If any of your reports are what I consider acceptable then this meeting will be concluded. If there is no acceptable report within the time limit, an example will be made and then the meeting concluded." His eyes slid to Taym and then back to the other Death Hunters assembled. "If anyone feels the need to say something, and consider them above the rules, then you will be treated as such." OOC - Just post in OOC the report your character wrote and ICly write them handing it in and quote Zoobey for an evaluation
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Posted: Thu Mar 06, 2014 6:29 pm
Kostya looked his form over one last time, satisfied with his answers. They were incorrect, but he had no knowledge of the Ouroboros faction, and he could not magically acquire it in the five minute time span they were allotted. In a singular, fell swoop, he watched Obadiah the hunter erode, revealing a very human underbelly as his powers were taken from him. As his arm broke, the Russian just shook his head. How inefficient. Picking up his paperwork, Kostya set it before Caelius without a word, steadfastly trying to avoid a certain tiny clingy hunter ( Oz). Afterwards, he stepped aside so that others could hand in their work. After sizing up Taym one more time, he fired off a brief text to America. lizbot To: A. JonesFind hot if cause bodily harm? Broke Obadiah arm. He weighed his options. Helping the other man would surely draw attention to him, and that was something Kostya just could not afford at this time. There'd be penance, later. He would pay it then. zoobey What is the Ourboros organization: Splinter group of traitor. Former hunter. Aim to take down Deus Ex due to some sort of disapproving with methods. But only guess. No proof. Notes about the organization: Know nothing addition beside what learned from trial. Points to distinguish their members: The red O is only sign am knowing of, and is not being definite.
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Posted: Thu Mar 06, 2014 6:32 pm
Lawrence looked on at the brutality, as Taym was completely mangled for what appeared to be nothing more than a whim and he did not react. Not even a flicker of expression reached his narrow features yet there was interest in the destruction, in the effortless way he had been rent asunder.
He fished out his phone and appeared to flick through a few messages.
During this he took a subtle photo of Taym and of Kostya at the table.
lizbot To: A. Jones Yourfriends.jpg
And then got up, calmly to place his form on the table without a word or a glance.
Quote: What is the Ourboros organization: Ouroboros are an Organisation presumably of defected hunters or civilians with reason to resent the present administration. They engage in terrorist activities or at least serve as a convenient scapegoat for terrorist activities against the organisation by its own members. Notes about the organization: They appear to have access to the ins and outs of our own technology. Their aims are conceivably to spread dissaray and to distract Deus from whatever our present aims might well be. Based on the symbolism they employ it could be argued they seek either to make the organisation devour itself from the inside or are protesting the fact that is what it does on its own. They are not afraid of violence and seem to have little to lose. Points to distinguish their members: There are no distinguishing features. If they had distinguishing features which were easy to spot one would have to assume it was deliberate. It is certainly not difficult for skilled individuals to blend in conceivably anywhere.
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Posted: Thu Mar 06, 2014 6:35 pm
Comb back a few years through Taym's personal history and finding situations in which he was being physically restrained, often with violence, wasn't difficult: in a holding cell, in a hospital room, in what was politely called an inpatient treatment center.
He'd learned his way through these situations, and knew that the only way to keep even a shred of dignity intact was to not struggle, expending all his energy in a dead-end, futile show of rebellion. He no longer fought back or thrashed against restraints, but went limp and silent. In some situations this, too, was satisfying--depriving his assailants, as he inevitably thought of them, of the pleasure of killing his resistance. He probably couldn't have managed to overpower Oz or Shu, let alone Caelius. Even the sudden silencing of Fiona's wordless panic failed to pull sound or struggle out of him.
But his stoic, dead-eyed, eerie calm was destined to be broken: instincts took over at the pressure on his arm, a tooth-gritted noise escaping and his legs scrabbling, but the hindbrain need to escape the pain was short-lived, ended when the bone gave way.
He lay where he was left, curling up gently around his ruined arm in absolutely unbroken quiet, and was dimly grateful that the veil of pain and panic (the resounding, awful silence in his head) drowned out even a shadow of humiliation. He barely registered what Caelius was saying about having an example made; barely registered anything, hung up strangely and with distress on a single thing: he'd never forgotten what he owed Deus. Not even now.
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Posted: Thu Mar 06, 2014 6:36 pm
astrazilla Text to: Konstantinwhat no of course not s**t are you taking him to the infirmary ill meet you there just in case they try to do something worse to him instead of helping do you have your bandaids on you use it asap if you arent there yet
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