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Nio Love rolled 1 6-sided dice:
5
Total: 5 (1-6)
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Posted: Sat Oct 26, 2013 3:06 am
Maebe took aim, right at his rear end, and closed one eye.. bit her tongue... fired the trigger - Hey, it was Shiloh! Too late, the gun fired, and a tranquilizer dart sank right into Caelius' rear end. Belatedly wondering if this was, perhaps, not her smartest idea, Maebe slowly put the gun down and waved at Mimsy. "You... you're right. You should test it out. All yours." She sat down and started writing all 10s on a card automatically for Shiloh, while wondering if it was time to turn the paper over and write her last will on it, instead. Zoobey I want to feel some kind of regret but..
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Posted: Sat Oct 26, 2013 4:49 am
With a frown that quickly became an 'are you kidding me' sneer, Mimsy glanced from the tranquilizer gun to Maebe. As eager as she was to make use of it, she was far from stupid, and had no intention of allowing incriminating evidence to be pushed onto her if the tranquilizer didn't work.
But if it did work, she had some revenge to enact, so she nonchalantly tried to get a glimpse of Caelius.
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Posted: Sat Oct 26, 2013 9:06 am
The Death lead was still placing every single hair product perfectly on the next table - the Hunters next to said table had abandoned their current food supply so it was theoretically empty - but it took a little longer than expected aligning them by perfect height. By the time he was done, he finally, arms free, stared right at Allan (and the pile) with extreme prejudice. "If you are done <******** around, there is still-"
Allan looked up from yet another Pikachu victory with Struggle. "Oh hey Caelius-chan! Did you want to play Pokemon with me? I'm trying to get to the first gym so I can finally be a Pokemon master also you've got this thing sticking out of you-" he gestured to his approximate back area.
The Death lead pulled out from his side a long tranquilizer dart, because even with all good intentions, third degree touching that a** was a mere pipe dream of many insignificant mortals that were clearly not even worth breathing range of his majesty (which was pretty much most of Deus Ex, wait, all of Deus Ex and all of humanity - why was he even a Hunter again?)
He looked at it and for a few seconds more cogs started moving before he turned around and looked right at the booth approximately where Mimsy was peering. He made absolutely no signs of slowing down because silly Maebe, elephant tranquilizers were for elephants, duh.
"Hang on!" Allan grabbed his wrist an gave a huge tsk-tsk. "The sign on the booth says occupied. You got to wait your turn cuz men need their private man times!"
Long pause. "Allan. There is not a single word that-"
"-RRRRRGGGGGG!!!!" Mark suddenly screamed as he inconvenient rose from the sleeping, darts still all over his manly man chest. He blinked, looked at Caelius and blinked again.
Two seconds later he got ejected, Runic Dagger still in the squash and all, right into the whole display which unfortunately tipped everything over.
Whumph went Mark as he collided with probably Maebe, bringing him closer to a lady (mostly) naked for probably the first time. Whumph went the whole stand as it tipped over. Charlotte had super glued the ends of the fabric to the poles in fear the stand would fall on them, so it had the added benefit of not collapsing on them but instead, tipped over to one side, neatly exposing the girls' operation.
There was a long moment where everybody in the cafeteria (remaining) just tried to process what was going on. In that time the Death lead dutifully picked up his weapon-
- And sent all the judges, a few tables, and Jack, Melvin, Shiloh, anyone else in the way between current position and tipped booth, and Finn, bowling with a single ranged sweep. Allan just continued playing on his 3DS because it seemed like his buddy was having fun and Caelius was tsundere anyway so this was probably his way of expressing friendship.
Everyone forcefully shoved in one pile against one side of the cafeteria, Mark took te honours of touching all the boobies around him in that limited space as Caelius said something probably like "Explain yourselves", but more subcontextually along the lines of "everyone in this ******** pile is going to die in the next thirty seconds or go to the Sahara I haven't actually made up my mind yet" or in Allan vision "Gomen! I, Caelius-chan, do not know how to make the nakama! It's not like I like you or anything, b-bakas!"
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Posted: Sat Oct 26, 2013 10:54 am
Rin was not sure where the hell Melvin had gone off to. He was late and as a result, she was here looking for him when... why was he unconscious in a heap of bodies and rubble that Cael was stalking towards?
"Uhm, excuse me sir," she approached Caelius while gesturing in the direction of Melvin. "I believe I've misplaced that. May I please have it back?"
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Posted: Sat Oct 26, 2013 3:30 pm
Otto, who was still in the cafeteria but seated at a table reading and eating a granola bar, stared in disgruntled disbelief at the unfolding events. So there really was spies and a two sided mirror. His stomach lurched and he set down his food in disgust. "That's ********' gross." Trust Caelius to ruin a party, and for once Otto was glad he did----
was that Eva?
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Posted: Sat Oct 26, 2013 4:25 pm
From a relatively safe spot in the cafeteria, Lance leaned back in his wheelchair and quietly munched on some fresh popcorn. He was thoroughly enjoying the show.
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Posted: Sat Oct 26, 2013 7:39 pm
Leon was still drinking a cup of tea, watching everything happen. "Oh, guess the free supplies came with a price."
-siiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiip-
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Posted: Sat Oct 26, 2013 9:19 pm
Rin got promptly ignored in return for the most long, awkward, drawn out pause in the history of secret cafeteria exhibitions being held to oogle man abs instead of actually advertising proper product in Deus Ex. Which really wasn't saying much for itself.
Since nobody actually responded with anything coherent, the Death lead decided to fill in the gaps with one-thousand percent absolute Caelius Rage (tm).
"Is this what trainees have been learning. That it is all some sort of game. That you can forfeit actual emergency situations without even a vague, tiny understanding of what the <********> is actually happening out there. Is everyone so ******** desperate for time and attention that the concept of actually being ******** useful has completely escaped whatever semblance of thinking power you possibly could have had. You all made promises as trainees and not a single <******** one of you has fulfilled any sort of promise or have you forgotten-" He suddenly paused and composed himself, which only make it that much more unnerving. "I see. I guess some of it is my own ******** negligence from being too ******** busy with the goddamn world not blowing up, thinking you can take care of yourself. I guess I haven't demonstrated enough about what it is like to be Hunter, or what to expect out on the field. Hopefully this lesson will be a learning experience."
Wait what lesson? Was he going to just off trainees until they learned "what it was like to be a Hunter"-
- Scrape, went his weapon as he drew a long grooved line right into the stone floor. A second groove, around teen feet across, went the other direction and by the time he was done, it had formed a pretty nice and rather perfect square. Why, he could almost be an artist, if he wasn't, you know, helping lead an organization bent on learning what it was like to be a Hunter. Yes, this was indeed a very nice, rather large square-
- A square, that took on a deep, bright blue, the same colour as his weapon-
- And then filled with a burst of light that happily sucked in everyone in the cafeteria, chairs, tables, lunch serving person and all (sans Allan, because the Sun lead had wandered off to trade Pokemon with Simon), and obviously, the Death lead, who managed to snag Mark the last second before the Death Assistant got sucked in (though to be fair, it was probably much more worse staying in the cafeteria than out).
It was cold, and it was dark. The jump between the relative warmth of Deus Ex, and wherever they had landed was too much to process at once as all those who were pulled in could experience were base senses: dark, cold, painful. Sharp. Loud. The howling noise was wind, pushing them back, pressing against their skin sharp and painful. The gritty feeling between their teeth was sand blowing around. The soft pliable surface underneath them could have only been more sand, shifting and moving along with the wind, the two elements combined pushing Hunters around like tiny strung up toys against a greater puppeteer's hand. The only thing keeping Hunters anchored were the strange poles sticking out everywhere, and the remains of a tent tarp, recognizable only by its bare frames, and the occasional half-buried cafeteria table. At some point this might have been a base camp of sorts, but it had long been demolished. A flag of Deus Ex still hung next to the tattered tent.
And then there was the smell. Putrid. Rotting. There was an odd sound that jarred against the howling, a strange squelch, and then a burst of ripe and fetid decay that easily permeated past smell, until the stench could be tasted, thick and sour.
Something moved in the sand, it slid back and forth, snagged in a piece of rope. The body however, was missing its lower half, the organs trailing out of it blackened and dried. As the new arrivals' eyes adjusted, as the scene became more clear, it was easier to spot the other bodies. An arm. A leg. A charred and decayed remains someone's head, their scalp peeled off at both ends. It was hard to tell how many there had been here. Ten, maybe. Twenty. They were all wearing tattered remains of white and gold coats.
The air shifted and stilled for a bare moment. Enough to reveal that these decayed remains were not as decayed as they thought. Enough to reveal that that one arm was still holding a cell phone with barely half-depleted batteries. OOC WeLcOmE tO thE SaHARa- There is NO EXIT OUT so it seems like anyone sucked in will have to try to survive for as long as they can. They can talk to each other, investigate what is going around, and come up with their own plan of action. - There is infinite sand around them, and going any further quickly sinks them waist-deep into sand they cannot get out of. It seems the only sanctuary is this ruined Hunter base - If you have posted you can join/ if you haven't posted you can still join - trainees are invited for SuFfFerINg
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Posted: Sat Oct 26, 2013 10:09 pm
Otto should have gotten out when he had the chance. The cold and dark hit him like lightning down through his spine. The unease of the sudden change in environment shattering his secure warmth he'd not realized he'd had back there. The smell nearly made him vomit, a hand firmly clasped quickly over his mouth and nose, the other gripping a table leg.
"WHO <********> SHOT <********> CAELIUS?! I'LL KILL'EM!" He growled loudly, the sting of sand numbing his flesh. His eyes stared out to find the culprit, but often cast themselves back down to avoid making eye contact with a charred body.
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Posted: Sat Oct 26, 2013 10:23 pm
Welp.
America had been diligent in her note taking, it was all very important for The Wall. And then Hot Angry Teacher arrived, just as planned and went straight for the bait. There were quiet high-fives exchanged until somebody decided to startle their prey with some piss poor shooting. The Sun gave Maebe a flat look and shook her head as Hot Angry Teacher went to town on giving a clear example of how angry he could get.
Hiding behind an over-turned table, she very determinedly did not fess up, but sought out Pandora while looking for an escape route. The Mist trainee was busy taking discreet pics with her phone, which...
America slid her phone up over her little barricade and tried to add a few as well while Hot Angry Teacher began to rant about promises. None of which she had left unfulfilled as far as she knew, but maybe she should have read that paperwork instead of signing it without a glance. She did perk up at the learning experience bit, because Hello Teacher...but then he was destroying the floor with his badass weapon and everyone got sucked into some sort of ******** desert night without any further ado.
Peeking over her table, America scanned the group. The reek was something fierce, and hopefully they'd find some of those free products about to help with the stench of what was very likely an ugly sort of death. Noticing the disembodied leg, she made a pained expression. Yep.
"So uh...seeing as how Hot Angry Teacher just kind of dropped us here without instructions, I'm gonna guess the goal is survival?" Outdoors survival wasn't something she was unfamiliar with, but the more extreme situations had always been more theoretical. America looked at the leg again, "We'll need to do better than this lot, I suppose." Staying low to the ground, she crept over to the leg to check its pocket.
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Posted: Sat Oct 26, 2013 10:26 pm
Nevada was just on her way out of the cafeteria when Caelius had made his way over. Obviously she didn't move fast enough because she went from exiting the small doors to being sucked into the Sahara desert.
And much like Otto, she was not happy being here.
She headed over to one of the bodies,making sure not to sink in the sand and toed a arm with her foot.
This was one of the deep pits of FEAR infested places she heard so often about. And she was here because of Caelius.
Sighing at all her options, she went to go find the two bodies of the hunters she probably disliked. As much as she would like to leave them here, Fini would be sad.
It wasn't hard to spot green among the sand, making her way over to Jack while pulling her shooter glasses out. Better vision for her at least.
"Hey." She bent down and started poking at Jack's form. "Get up Jack, or you're gonna die here tied to your best friend."
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Posted: Sat Oct 26, 2013 10:29 pm
In retrospect the warning signs were obvious. The mere presence of Caelius himself should have clued him in to slowly back away and retreat while he could. The visage of Caelius summoning his weapon before slashing a portal into existence should have told him that he was screwed. Some deep, stupid part of his brain caught up in an alpha complex asserted that he was a Division Assistant and would be Fine. That part, Lance swore to himself as he lost his popcorn, was going to be the death of him. Again.
The assistant kept a straight face as he landed, reaching out to grip the wheels of his chair to steady himself on the shifting sands. When he was sure he wasn't going to go sliding downhill or tumble forward, the Mist hunter relaxed his grip enough to reach into his coat's pocket and draw out a small bottle. Very calmly he began to apply sun block to himself, saying nothing.
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Posted: Sat Oct 26, 2013 10:31 pm
Dakota had come back to find Candace and somehow ended up...yet again, in Caelius's little hands. As much as all the other trainee's and hunters who had been in the cafeteria...
"Son of a b***h." Dakota got up and rubbed sand off his clothes, then looked around. Oh hey it was the Sahara. He had fond memories of this place, first mission as a trainee, hitting on Ariane while collecting dead bodies, Then becoming bait for the horseman....
GREAT FUN PLACE TO BE.
He check his cell and sighed with no reception, seeking out his girlfriend somewhere among the pile of noobs.
"YO CANDACE." He cupped his hands around his mouth, yelling for the woman. "WHERE YOU AT STARBUCKS?"
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Posted: Sat Oct 26, 2013 10:47 pm
Milo had been a little disappointed that his opportunity to snag some more free swag had been halted by the arrival of the Death lead, whom he didn't... totally know about. Vaguely he did, knowing some higher ups was probably important but well, that was like, names and stuff. And that was about it. Not what he would do in all this, though from his vantage point from one end of the cafeteria, he had to grin when the booth got toppled over. But that's where the smiling ended for the time being. Because then they were being lectured. And holes were popping up.
And Milo was then really glad he had managed to get all his clothes on, with the biting sand and all. And the wind, and the n** in the air. And that landing. It wasn't pretty, like most landings that were coming to mind. The brunette sat up and made a face as tendrils of sand began to trail down his back and limbs. The layers still weren't complete protection from the elements, but it was at least probably better than being shirtless like he was a little bit ago. He crossed his arms over his chest, though wished for another hand to cover his mouth from that stench. So, this was supposed to be a lesson, then, huh? With dead bodies in the sand.. and the sand. The baby Sun pursed his lips for a moment trying to think if there was an episode like this anywhere.
Hmmm. Japanese children shows didn't usually have disembodied bodies though. Maybe some dead people... sometimes. Lesson lesson.. lesson. That glasses guy had mentioned that they didn't seem to get what being a Hunter was all about. Was this like the conclusion to the fun episodes and the introduction of the plot? "So, ya. Anyone know where we are?" He spared another glance at the bodies, and America looting them. "Besides ... a tent in the sand with...." He made another face, and didn't mention the dead Hunters.
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Posted: Sat Oct 26, 2013 10:50 pm
I hate him. I hate him. I hate him. I hate him so much I ******** hate him I hope he dies a slow and painful death someday I hate him so much ******** I hate him I ******** hate--CANDACE! Dearest. Stop for a second.Candace practically snarled as she wrapped her scarf around her head and neck, fixing her coat so it was no longer tied around her waist and was worn and buttoned properly to protect her from the wind and sand. She was glad she'd worn pants and not shorts today. She was not glad she hadn't worn her pack today. <********>. Candace shifted and grabbed onto a pole, squinting and looking in every direction to find something. Anything. Why was it always the Sahara? She ventured into the tent and immediately regretted her decision. Candace gasped and stumbled back away from a rotting corpse, a hand coming up to press her scarf against her nose. No..no.. nononononono. Not here. Not this. This couldn't be it. Was this it? Was this the tent? That tent? Otto started barking at the trainees and Candace frowned. "It's always ******** Caelius," she muttered with clear annoyance. She spotted the phone one of the bodies was holding. Maybe..? A trainee spoke up. Who..? Oh. America. "Yes, I suppose that is the goal...be careful. We're in the Sahara Desert. This area is infamous for being a popular place to find horsemen, especially those of the Famine clan. If you see a bug? <******** kill it," she explained to any nearby trainees. "This place? It's...something of a Hunter graveyard. So be careful." She spotted Lance not too far off and sighed with relief. At least someone higher ranked and not completely insane was here. She froze when she heard Dakota. No. Why was he here? Not him. No. Go home, Dakota. It's safer there. "I'm here, darling," she called, frowning behind the cover of her scarf.
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