Volunteering wasn't a thing he did. He had more than enough work back home and had yet to even get enough materials to fix the touchups and other major problems he still had on his list. Yet, even he needed to get away. Going into town to haggle for a few building supplies, he was stopped by the CUTEST scarling-sized elf ever and was lost from that point on in resisting anything it wanted. Calder wanted to hold him, rock him gently, and see if he wanted a nap.
The call to help humans however made him cringe and he wasn't sure if the elf sensed his dislike or not, but was quick to follow up that without SOME humans, his future and the future of anything he wanted, like the all important topic of scarlings he hadn't brought up yet but really was working to talk to everyone about but really didn't want to ruin it with going about it the wrong way. Ensuring that future was vital, and he guessed no one would really miss him for a few hours at home anyways. Zar could hunt and well, Barth could live till a late supper. Or maybe Zar could hunt up something for the demon – he hoped.
Taking the simple instructions (thank Jack they were simple), he stepped through the portal and out into the most depressing landscape around. Fog was NOT something he wanted to see anytime soon, and he instantly went into the defensive at seeing it all around. No one humans were in trouble if this was around.
Not really able to see much, he noticed the little elf from before and moved over to talk to him. He seemed so chipper, happy to be helping out the humans. He must have really liked him to work so hard assembling people here and getting the permission to set up portals to the human world in town and giving Calder and the rest permits. That seemed hard to do and here this chipper guy was organizing it all.
Calder was envious in how efficient he was. He wondered if the elf had anyone who did buildings he could ask to help with the house.
Out in this world, he watched as undying and shadowlings moved about or barely at all and decided he had to actually FIND a human somewhere here. Setting out, he moved slowly at first but soon decided to kind of jog a little and then pranced in a bit of a circle from where he felt the portal might be. Over and over until he nearly tripped on a lump of a person. It was, by the shape of it, human, and a old one at that.
Picking him up, he looked at it and cringed. Old, sweaty, and wearing a jersey, he looked at the man and then at the dead fish beside him. Reaching down, Calder pocketed the fish and then heaved up the man. Welp, he didn't see this human getting into any trouble so he could do the elf a favor and bring it to where it should be. Like capture and release. How humane.
Posted: Fri Oct 02, 2015 7:15 pm
Milosh hadn't set out to volunteer to save a human (that had somehow become "his") but he was a bit of a sucker for "good causes" that also had some sort of impact on him. He wasn't that great at saying no (and also not great at pronouncing MRTHATSFH) so he found himself holding a pamphlet, already pretty invested in the cause of saving a human to save Halloween.
[ Read the pages ]
He flipped it open and found that it was... insultingly simple and he was pretty sure the actual rescue wouldn't be that simple, but who was he to question the people who were in charge of this operation? He flipped through all five pages and snorted (out of amusement and derision, though, and he would never admit this, the "Yay!" at the end of the booklet warmed his supposedly non-existent heart).
That was the entirety of the orientation it seemed. He shrugged and stepped into a line. It wasn't that he was obedient, it just seemed like there wasn't much else for him to do now that he had volunteered. He moved up through the line, holding his passport, before he reached the front of the line.
[ Talk to the werewolf cloaked in red ]
She crosses her arms, scowling at the fog. "We do not t͏rust this," she growled. Her growl reverberated with the sound of more than one being. "There is something about the fog that sets my teeth on edge. Keep your Fear close and strike swiftly."
Milosh frowned. The small elf had not made it clear that there was inherent danger other than the end of Halloween when he was roping in volunteers. He nodded at the werewolf and stepped through the portal, ready for the fog she spoke of.
Immediately, he felt the fog. It was light, wispy, but there was something dark and draining about it. Wandering around, he only saw shadowlings and strange... things. How was he supposed to find "his" human in this place? The thickening fog wasn't making things any easier for him, but he kept on wandering, doing his best not to look at those things and kept an eye out for any human he could save. On and on he wandered, not seeing much of anything except fog and creatures that were not human.
He almost bumped into the first human he saw, sleeping on the ground. He nudged her with a clawed foot but she wouldn't wake. A little old. was his first thought, but he shrugged. Here she was. Milosh wasn't particularly enthused about the idea wandering around trying to find another one.
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Character's name: Milosh Character's faction: Prison Character's journal link:Here Character's survival stats: View BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER Tall, muscular, dark skinned and dark haired, he has sharp teeth and glowing red eyes. Upon closer inspection, you realize he actually has short, smooth fur all over his body. A long whip-like tail and clawed hands and feet give it away that he's a hell hound.
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Posted: Fri Oct 02, 2015 8:47 pm
Chris sweated a little, nervous as the first mission arose since... well, since. He should've been comfortable as he sat around with the other hunters in the dreary weather outside the tiny base, but he felt wrong. Like going back to work after months off.
Which he supposed was pretty true.
[Read the message]
He read the short briefing, and then again two more times out of nerves. He knew Chel was here somewhere, which made him feel a little less on edge, but he hadn't seen her yet. Still, it was good to know he'd have back up.
Four hours. He set an alarm on his phone. They'd have to do as much cleanup as possible in that time.
He considered going to one of the leads for some sort of reassurance, make sure he knew exactly what was expected of him, something but none of them were moons and it'd just feel wrong. He just needed to get his head on straight and get his a** in gear. It was time to work.
He stepped through the portal and made a face on the other side. It was like stepping onto a movie set. A shitty indie zombie movie. There was no way anyone had stuck around in this area when it looked like this. All there was here were vines and fog.
Posted: Fri Oct 02, 2015 9:02 pm
Idaeus stared at the cluster of words printed on the banner behind the screeching gnome (or maybe it was an exceptionally adorable gremlin; it could be hard to tell them apart sometimes). His mouth moved as he tried to sound it out. After several valiant attempts, three of which involved morphing his face to acquire new vocal instruments, he settled for reading it as independent letters. Who gave the go-ahead for that acronym...? If it even was an acronym. Someone with tentacles for a face?
He was about to pass it on by (C'thulian or no, it sounded like trouble; also the goblin had the register of a mosquito and the inflection of a blender), when a drab reaper handed him a pamphlet. Idaeus took one glance down at the title and offered it back. “Thanks, but no thanks. I'll pick up souvenirs later.”
“WHAT ARE YOU SAYING?” The volume of the voice reverberated all the way through his skull. “DON'T YOU KNOW HOW IMPORTANT THIS IS?” Recovered somewhat after the initial shock, Idaeus turned. The tiny figure with the megaphone had come up from behind and blasted his voice directly into his ears. Idaeus pitied anyone with hearing better than basilisk.
“THE HUMANS ARE AT RISK OF GOING EXTINCT. WITHOUT THEM, WE LOSE EVERYTHING. HALLOWEEN, LIFE, EVERYTHING. SO DON'T GET UPPITY ABOUT IT. NO ONE IS EXEMPT FROM THIS. NO ONE CAN AFFORD TO BE EXEMPT FROM THIS. THE VERY FATE OF OUR WORLD IS AT STAKE HERE. I'M TALKING ABOUT THE APOCALYPSE. YOU DON'T BELIEVE ME, DO YOU? BUT WE HAVE STUDIES TO BACK IT UP. DO YOU KNOW HOW MUCH FEAR WE USE TO RUN DAILY OPERATIONS? ALMOST EVERY...”
“Wow!” Idaeus interjected in a loud voice. It sounded like the gnome had a long, rehearsed speech ready in his pocket. Not how Idaeus wanted to spend his time. Also, how hard could it be? Also his eardrums were bursting. Also, the din was attracting a crowd. “You're right! I had absolutely no idea.” He snatched the pamphlet back. “This sounds like a regular party! Count me in! Just please never speak again.” Idaeus did not wait around to lose the rest of his hearing. He scuttled away as quickly as possible to where the (sympathetic) reaper gestured. Only in retrospect did he realise he could have avoided the situation entirely. If only he had transformed into a shoe. No one was going to recruit a shoe.
- - -
After making conversation with an ice demon “volunteer” (poor sap), and nervously chatting up a few of the other recruits, Idaeus stepped through the portal. He had been not sure what to expect. Stories of the human world were varied and strange but... all in all, they might have set the bar a little too high. He was disappointed.
The world was dreary and grey. Cracked pavement, collapsing buildings, cloudy skies. Nothing like the terrors he had heard of. Admittedly the metal constructs scattered over the streets looked interesting but they were dead and inanimate. The threads of fog that weaved across the landscape were a nice touch though. They gave it a rather sinister appearance.
Prowling through the fog as a small tabby, Idaeus searched for anything even vaguely human-shaped. He wanted nothing more than to get this over with as quickly as possible. Aside from a dead rat though, there was nothing. He had a feeling, the workers for the MRTHATSFH would not be convinced. Shape-shifting once more, this time into a crow, Idaeus took to the skies. He could cover more ground on wings.
- - -
It looked like she was dead.
Landing back on the pavement a short ways from the girl, Idaeus ruffled his feathers and morphed back into his usual form. Holding one shape for too long always made his skin itch. Metaphorically at least. Explaining the uncomfortable feeling that accompanied his body when he chose to manifest as a puddle of tar could be difficult.
Confident, Idaeus strode over to where the girl lay. It was only as he drew closer that he began to feel apprehensive. She lay sprawled out in what looked like a highly uncomfortable position, with all her limbs going every which way. It hurt just to look at. Maybe she was dead though. Maybe not though because she had a broad grin spread over her face. Idaeus could have sworn her teeth were pointed.
“Hello there,” he said, coming to a stop beside her. “You're a human, right? I'm here to help you out, and...” No response. She had not even twitched. Making a face, Idaeus stuck his foot out and gave her shoulder a gentle nudge. She flopped onto her back. Also her hair fell out of her very much open eyes.
Idaeus jumped back, bristling. The eyes on the girl flickered. They stared, unfocussed up into the sky. So she was alive after all. Idaeus grimaced and watched her a moment. There were no other movements. Presumably she was asleep. Who did that? Who slept with their eyes open? Was that normal for humans?
Normal or not, it gave him the jitters. Stooping down beside her, Ideaus reached over and closed her eyes. Better. Still... He considered. Then he molded her mouth into a more neutral expression. Much better. She looked almost harmless like that. The girl showed no signs of waking up despite his meddling, so Idaeus thought he would have a little fun. He furrowed her eyebrows and set her lips in a scowl. Then he pulled out her cheeks and crinkled her eyes. He changed her expression like this several more times, but after another minute or so it stopped being fun. Namely after she bit his fingers.
Withdrawing, Idaeus debated on what to do. He did not want to have to touch this thing any more than he already had, but... instructions were instructions. He sighed. Shifting into a goristallion, he hefted the girl up with his hairy, meaty arms, and tossed her onto his back. It was uncomfortable, but at least this way he did not have to look at her.
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Student Name: Idaeus Student Faction: Demon Student Subspecies: Djinn (Jann) Student Appearance: Dark skinned. Thick eyebrows. Dark eyes. White teeth. Curly black hair in a ponytail. Simple ancient Arabic clothing with Greek influence. Overall tidy appearance.
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Character's name: Sawyer M. Hayes Character's faction: Apartments Character's journal link:Here Character's survival stats: Here Appearance: Caucasion. Purple hair. Brown eyes. Wearing a leather jacket over a tattered sweater, both bloodied. Shorts and stripped leggings. Combat boots. Billed cap. Dog tags on chain around neck.
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Posted: Fri Oct 02, 2015 9:03 pm
Juan Paulo Menéndez felt like he was getting used to the Canadian weather slowly and surely, just as he was getting used to his new job as a hunter. At first it had been tough, adjusting to his weapon, joining the Mist division, figuring out what being a hunter meant exactly, and adjusting to his coworkers, but then it had gotten a little boring. Training, paperwork... And then thankfully, the message came. Exciting!
He read the whole thing through and grabbed his runic bow, Guntha, and the rest of his gear. Actual field experience! Humans in Danger! He was going to actually do what they had told him he'd do when he signed up! Deus was like his family and he wanted to make them proud.
He listened carefully through the debriefing and then approached the Mist leader, starting to feel a few butterflies in his stomach. Four hours wasn't very long, this was his first time really going out in the field and he'd be working by himself... What if he ran into a Horseman?
"Do, I mean, will, I mean..." Yeah that question expressing his doubt about actually being ready for this didn't really get all the way from his brain to his mouth. Thankfully, Guntha was sending him reassuring thoughts and Lance seemed to understand anyhow. Right, he'd stay safe and not get bit. Wait, bit?
And then there was the contest, and Paulo definitely wasn't the type to pass up on competition or extra money. "Count me in," he said with a grin, before letting the crowd of people heading towards the portal move him along. Right, headshots. He could do this... Guntha was ready for this. Deep breath, steady hands...
And there was fog, fog and wreckage everywhere. "!@#$," Paulo exhaled, taken aback by the sight which looked like a larger, more urban repeat of what had happened to his village back in Mexico. He'd told himself he could prevent that type of thing from happening again if he joined Deus... We can help clean it up, Guntha 'voice' echoed in his mind quietly. Well, at least he could do that much. And there were still civilians alive out there, which made that much worth something.
He set off at a run, carrying Guntha in one hand with his other poised to grab an arrow if he needed one. There were shadowlings everywhere, but none were threats, yet. What were these half-people things that looked infected? Ewww... Paulo tucked his elbows in and kept going, looking for any signs of life. Stay away from the vines, Guntha warned him. "Why? They're just plants?" he asked out loud, and then noticed how they were indeed all over the place when you looked for them. Weird. Okay, warning would be heeded.
Then the fogged closed in, and it was all he could to to keep an eye out three feet in front of his face as he slowed his pace to match his vision, which was really disconcerting for a long-range weapons specialist. "I really don't like this..." he muttered, before almost tripping over a woman in a washed-out prison jumpsuit. Okay, whatever, she was alive, and as far as he and his bow could tell, fully human. She was worth saving. Now, where was the portal again?
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Character's name: Juan Paulo Menéndez and Guntha Faction: Hunter Suspecies/Division: Mist / Bow General Appearance: A strapping young man who just turned 20, Paulo has a dark, bronzed complexion and a bright, flashing smile. He's a jack-of-all-trades, athletic, usually ready for everything, although he doesn't always quite know what to expect. He joined Deus after his family and village in Mexico was massacred when he was 17. Guntha is Guntha. He likes encouraging Paulo to drink alcoholic beverages. HP: 40 Weapon Damage: 2d8-6
Character's name: Joy Ann McKinsley Character's faction: Prison Character's journal link:yum_puddiyum_puddiyum_puddi Character's survival stats: yum_teayum_teayum_tea BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER ++ Hardworking, Compassionate // -- Disorganized, Insecure = Slightly shorter than average at 5'2", a little bit pudgy and known for giving great hugs = 22 years old with not nearly enough life experience = Mousy brown, shoulder-length braided hair = Worn prison uniform, good for getting messy = Large smile that has turned to worried grimace = Usually awkwardly left behind or forgotten about in conversations
Posted: Sat Oct 03, 2015 12:48 am
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THIS ZONE IS NOW OVER! GO HERE to view THE FINAL ZONE 6!
- All who finished the requirements for this zone may collect +5bonus district points for COMPLETING their RESCUE RP with a MINIMUM of 250 words.
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