( Mission PRP ) Unfriendly Fire p.33 ( points! )

[kuropeco]

Shiloh was dressed...well, interestingly, that was for sure. Ian wrapped his arms around him, holding on a little too tight and Shiloh let go a little too soon for his liking, though Ian held his tongue. He lingered behind his boyfriend, feeling strangely ill at ease, strangely anxious.

There was a group of people near the front of the place, talking with the men, but Ian didn't wander closer, instead stood back and let the more experienced hunters do the talking. Finn and the rest of his friends were given a nod, just to acknowledge their safety, and Oliver was given a smirk just to be obnoxious - but Quinn, whom Ian had grown stupidly attached to (When would he learn to keep that wall up the way it was supposed to be?), and who was on the same level as Nevada now, was given a prolonged look, Ian asking without words whether the other man was all right.

Silently he reached beside him and laced his fingers through Shiloh's, Ian staring resolutely ahead.

sammpai

Lilwolfpard

Grey Dragon

 

[prolixity]

Noah woke to the chirp of his phone, and blinked sleep out of his eyes as he read it. Drowsy cobwebs hazed his mind, but he summoned up enough coherence to send a reply.

Beejoux

Text to Peyton:
Is there anything specific you need? I'll stay here at least till Astrid wakes up, so she won't worry that you're gone. What's going on, do you know?

 

[Baneful]

Being woken up in the middle of the night was something that Rep was used to at this point given the precedent of other missions. What he wasn't used to was waking up on his own without his phone waking him up in the first place. It sounded like a voice and it wasn't anyone he recognized. He zoned out, listening as it grew louder and louder.

When he found himself at the training fields he wasn't exactly dressed in appropriate mission attire and was very glad of the reprieve to go get his s**t before he was forced to go to the lighthouse in the nude.

He would never admit that he was actually worried about Mark as headed back to the dorms to get hastily dressed.

When he returned to the lighthouse it was fully dressed with mission gear and an also essential Harrison in tow, dressed in similar albeit more pink fashion.

He sidled up to America and the others lurking nearby and kept his voice low as he asked the redhead. "What the ******** is going on?" He was immediately ready to summon Tracey if need be, the atmosphere was hostile and as tense as taut piano wire.
 

[Kyrieko]

Nightmares. Always nightmares. Or disorientation.

But today, it was different.

She had woken up feeling like she hadn't slept at all. It bothered her that she couldn't recall what she'd been dreaming about or if she had been dreaming. But it had been the text that confirmed her suspicions something was up. And, from the sounds of it, a big something.

Seussi

Text to Finn: Don't do anything stupid |:

Okay so probably not the most reassuring text. And she may have forgotten to say if she was coming or not. Whoops.

Fini wasn't taking any chances, she quickly dressed prepared for a mission, extra supplies added to what she already carried on her. Along with anything 'useful' she wished she'd had for a previous mission or another. Her hair was pulled back out of her face and twisted up out of the way as she pulled her coat on and headed towards the lighthouse. Her expression was neutral as she tried to list off possibilities for what was going on in her mind.

As she approached the lighthouse, he pace slowed as the crowd beginning to gather there was, well, kind of easy to notice currently. Her gaze quickly scanned those around, looking for certain faces. She was probably the last to join the... party.

Ducking around other hunters, Fini caught a glimpse of white hair (Ripley?) and then pink hair (that was Chel, right?). And... yes. There he was. She maneuvered up behind him, giving a small smile to Oliver as a hand brushed against Finn's back. "So, what's the good word?" Fini asked quietly, nodding towards the crowd. Wasn't this bad? What the hell was going on?

Seussi

Grey Dragon

chimarii

Ol-j-man

cause Jack is there too~

 

[iloveyouDIE]

Despite America's harshness and Peyton already having her weapon out, Bix rested a hand on Shu's shoulder. He put a finger to his lips, a gentle and kind shush. She seemed very new and a little out of her league, but not in an obnoxious or bad way. He'd hate to see anything happen to her.

"Instructions are to get to the lighthouse." He reiterated matter of factly with no introduction and a low voice. "At this point there's only a couple of them and many more of us."

Bix glanced at Rep. As suns they probably were thinking the same thing: just take the lighthouse themselves.

everyone creepin in the bushes

robert, mimsy, shu, peyton, america, rep, harrison...... anyone i missed

 

[Saliru]

Rin snarled as she dragged herself out of bed. She rubbed sleep from her eyes and blearily adjusted to the bedside clock that ticked away incessantly. It wasn't all she heard... she looked over at Melvin expectantly but he was out cold. She pressed him over with a finger for good measure but he simply gave limply to her touch. The call continued.

She was still in her nightdress as she wondered out and stumbled upon the gruesome scene. She could barely register what she was looking at before orders were given and people dispersed.

She ran back to their room and changed to a more appropriate attire and gathered mostly cleaning supplies and bandages - it was all she really had, sorry dude. She paused as she was about to pass the bed again. She looked down at Melvin and considered before shaking her head. Nah. Best to let sleeping dogs lie.

She hurried back to join the others and pretend she had been there the whole time.

Everyone

Rin says hi.

 

[Nio Love]

They'd located Shu, which was good. They'd stopped to talk, which was bad. And as the group got bigger and more noticeable, Robert started to panic. He patted Bix on the back as a silent hello, before his arms started to flail back and forth. They faced the group, and then slid to the side, over and over. Kind of like a panicky road directional officer.

He was trying to get people to move.

Quote:

not even gonna try to quote just everyone ok

 

[Zoobey]

AT THE PORTAL:

BANG.

The first shot went off, and it was not fired by a Hunter. The shot pierced Chel's arm, and the bullet made a clean wound. An ordinary bullet would normally have done not much to a Hunter, and even Runic ones required some experimentation, so the fact that anyone close to her was assaulted by a spray of blood in the wake of the shot was testimony enough that they were playing with something greater than fire. If only they had known how much it actually took to get Mark serious they might have considered it warning enough.

More shots were fired, reinforcements had arrived. The strange Hunters in grey had seen through the ploy, there were simply too many of Mark's allies gathered around the lighthouse portal to be considered anything but a siege. More figures in grey were appearing at all sides as well, pushing all Hunters out of the actual lighthouse back onto the beach steps, even those who thought they were hiding.

They were trapped.

"Weapons down." The original lighthouse sentry - in grey - gestured with their weapon. "Hands on your head, weapons on the floor." A terse moment paused when nothing happened.

"Oh there's no need to get fussy, I've got this." And then she arrived, the name that so many Hunters knew and recognized. Charlotte, a small girl dressed in an outstanding red Valentino getup that framed her curly blonde hair. She would have been considered sweet, the same way honey could be treated as poison. "Bring him here."

A couple more figures in grey, flanked Charlotte and dropped a tied up mess of a Hunter, beaten up rather badly, and still bleeding. He seemed unconscious. It was Mark.

The former Moon assistant pulled out a strange Runic looking shotgun with deep red runes. "Standard Ourboros material, really, it goes right through a Fear shield." She mimicked the noise, and then handed it over to one of the figures standing over Mark. They lowered the weapon, the nozzle right against Mark's head. "You give up, now and we won't blow his brains out. So, please, wont you-"

- The Death assistant suddenly began to choke, coughing flecks of blood and spit as he wheezed and tried his best to slide to one side. He looked right at Charlotte. "You should-" he broke down to a coughing fit again.

"I should what?" Charlotte replied, unconcerned.

"You should cover your ears."

The blast that shook the lighthouse was loud, too loud. Immediately, Mark, Charlotte, the guards and most of those flanking the Lighthouse interior was covered in smoke and flames, burning blue flames. There was a loud ringing, it was unavoidable, disorienting, painful. There was a roar, and people shouting, screaming, writhing under flames, their skin a mess of crackling black, but it sounded distant through the smoke and fire, the fire of bodies burning.

Someone was shouting at them but it seemed far away. A figure waving at them. A familiar figure, but it was hard to tell through the fog. Someone was dragging them into the lighthouse again, just the crumbling remains, shouting something about a portal-

- And then they fell roughly though it, the trip was anything but easy, landing on uneven grass. They were standing at a beach, ironically some kind of lighthouse. It mimicked the Deus one quite spectacularly, though the shoreline seemed more northern coastal than tropical. The air was considerably colder, though the lighthouse itself was abandoned. A path stretched forward into the woods, dark coniferous trees covering the path forward.

Behind them, the portal closed, but not before one more figure made it out.

Damaged was one way to put Mark, but he was pretty much impossible to kill. Put him through a blender, throw him to the sharks, he always endured. And again, the Death assistant had endured. He limped forward on one leg and then, his other leg gave in, and he sat down, rather suddenly. A word escape, maybe curses, maybe something else, and he was fumbling with the laptop in his free hand. The other hand was visibly missing fingers. "Shields are down. You're good to go. Just go. You've got five minutes. Take them down."

He didn't explain any further and stared at them with a glassy-eyed look, still breathing, but struggling. It was hard to tell if he even recognized anyone.

OOC

MISSION: THE PATH FORWARD:

- There's only one path forward, and there are sentries dressed in grey along the way. You will have to move forward and take out any sentries.
- All sentries carry weapons that pierce the Fear shield and actually hurt for quite a bit. Be careful.
- Roll 1d6 to make your way through the path. Every time you roll a 1 you will encounter a sentry! They have 10 HP. Do damage as you would normally with a weapon by rolling your weapon dice. You have regular stamina, just all attacks actually hurt quite a fair bit. They do -2 auto damage. So in this case, yes your character can get bullet wounds. The Fear shield will deflect wounds from vital areas, but that is about as much as it can do. You can also help other people with their sentries. Roll THREE TIMES to make it past. You CAN heal and defend others, this is possible and will work, but only if they are over 50% of their current health.
- You are literally at the Ourobros headquarters. This is their home base. Sacrifices can happen in this event, if you are successful, Ourbouros will be shut down and you will save the prisoners but if you are not, Deus Ex will take drastic consequences, including potential disbanding.

- Stamina tally: At this point all wounds can be fatal when they hit a lower stamina. If you take this amount of damage, this is what happens:
- at 20 HP: You begin to slow down and feel sluggish. You are probably suffering from minor blood loss and hemorrhaging. Your ears begin to ring. It is hard for you to focus
- At 10 HP: Your legs begin to weapon, and you need actual support from someone else. You begin to feel tired as your eyes try to close.
- AT 0 HP: You are dead. That is literally, it. This is a consequence for playing with fire, and this is the ultimate sacrifice. Please quote Zoobey and I will explain to you the process.

chimarii

 

[lizbot]

Taking out one of her bandages, America slapped it on Mark's cheek with a quick, "Hang in there, Scooter, we got this." She didn't pause or linger, or even take time to process what had just happened. This was a mission and they needed to move forward. The rest could wait.


Using: Runic Bandages
Target: Mark  

[mare]

[ 1/3 ]

Everything happened so fast, the gunshots, the explosions, Charlotte. Shiloh had almost growled at the sight of her, his stupidity of going after her stopped only by Mark's explosion.

They tumbled through the portal, landing with various thuds on the other side that seemed almost identical to where they'd just been, but it was colder, quieter, creepier. Mark was hurt, but alive, and America was tending to him so Shiloh heeded the assistant's words more seriously this time, and looked towards the forest, before glancing back at Ian, and Quinn and nodded resolutely. He would have far preferred them both to stay here, to look after Mark and to stay out of danger but he surely couldn't ask them to do that, just as he was sure they wouldn't listen.

"I'm going in, if you're coming, stay close and whatever you do, don't give them an inch. Keep an eye where you're going, who knows what they've rigged this place with."

He straightened out his jammies, and summoned Haruko.

"Let's do this."

xkuropu

xlilwolfpard

 

[Pixie Nyxie]

Dakota walked past the death assistant with a grim look. He should stop, because thats what medics did and that's what his division did. But he didn't.

"Wilson." Dakota moved to the death hunter, instantly spotting him in the immediate area and drawing his weapon.

"Stick with me." Was all he said, "In and out."

He moved quickly, making sure to stick in front of the death hunter.

Syusaki

 

[kuropeco]

Gale barely had time to shout, "Charlotte!"

He could hardly breathe. The smoke was thick in his lungs, thick in the air, and the entire place smelled of heat and fire and ash and for a moment he thought himself to be on fire, the scorching, terrible scent of burning flesh filling his nose and making his stomach roil with nausea. A horrible feeling of deja vus - of the Sahara - Gale was grabbing for Stormy's fingers -

- and then he was rolling on cool grass, coughing and spitting and gasping for breath. He pushed himself to his feet and he knew where he was without having to guess, because he'd already been here once before.

Ouroboros.

Mark was the last to come tumbling out of the portal, and Gale ran towards him, skidding to an uneven stop in front of him. "Get up," he said, and it was less a request and more of a demand even though Mark was technically higher ranked than he was. But in spite of him being ridiculous, besides him being the most peculiar of men, Gale had strange (and very, very hidden) fondness for the man, even if he never would admit to it in his life.

"Mark, get your arse up and get moving with the rest of us - I better see you moving in those five minutes."

And then Gale was off, running down the path, his heart in his throat, his voice yelling for Stormy, for Otto, for anyone.

Zoobey

Ol-j-man

Bittiface

 

[Lilwolfpard]

The last thing he saw before all hell broke lose was the Look Ian had directed at him, which followed by a shrug on his part. Before he could reply with a better answer, Charlotte had shown up and brought a gun.

A gun that could get through their shields.

The next thing he knew they were tossed into a portal, the faint smells of burning flesh and cloth still lingering around. Quinn was glad he was near Shiloh and Ian, because oh hell he really did NOT want to be here. Why had he come again?

Oh, right. Siege. This was no capture the flag though, this was real. Turning, he listened to Shiloh. "Shiloh have you....dealt with these people before?" Just from the commanding tone the pink haired man took - Not that Quinn minded - he could tell something was up. Shiloh obviously knew what he was doing.

"I'm going with you." He would be dead weight here, the best he could do was try. Plus he felt he would be more of use further in than lingering around here.

sammpai

kuroopu

 

[Baneful]

Rep had looked on in dawning horror as the bullet tore through fear shield like butter. It was serious, extremely ******** serious and he was glad he hadn't been crazy enough to attack first and ask questions later. As all hell broke loose, as Mark, of all people saved their collective asses, he gathered his wits.

Mark was injured but America seemed to have it covered. He was in a pretty ******** dire state.

There was a certain part of Rep's thoughts which narrowed down to instinct and focus in a situation of danger and they did it now, the world seeming to tunnel around him. There was one important thing here and now and it was survival.

He moved to rest a hand on Harrison. "Help me be careful." he said with the gravity of where they found themselves, and he was Asking.