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 Posted: Sun Nov 20, 2011 3:25 pm
While Caelius, unlike his infamous Life Hunter division supposed counterpart did not have a specific place for infamously creeping and terrifying other Hunters, he did, however, have routines.
Such as, for anyone prompted further into locating the Death Hunter division leader, they would probably suggest that "He is probably on a mission" or "He is probably in the training fields harassing trainees", or more commonly "He is probably in that room." The prompted Hunter would probably then give the prompt-ee the strangest look and take bets on how long that encounter would last.
That room. The room that the Death Hunter held almost every single trainee and sometimes non-trainee debriefing. And there he was, a pile of reading contents on the rounded table, cell phone propped up next to a stack of papers. The door was wide open, suggesting possibly that he was waiting for some appointment or other. Perhaps more trainees or Hunters to torment.
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Posted: Sun Nov 20, 2011 3:46 pm
Otto wanted answers.
Or rather, he wanted information. He wasn't bitter or upset. The last mission, while rather disturbing to some, simply had him realize how little he knew. While he understood he was a new trainee, he simply would not stand to be left completely in the dark.
And so, Otto took to the halls, asking around to the whereabouts of the Division Head. There was a lot of curious looks and whispers of "he won't last five minutes". Those individuals were either ignored or kicked in the shins.
Eventually, the young teen found his target. While Caelius did look extremely busy, Otto felt his own venture was more important. Such was the obnoxious priorities of a teen. Otto knocked on the door frame a few times before stepping inside, sliding his hands into his pocket. "Yo, you Caelius? I got a few questions."
Super professional.
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Posted: Sun Nov 20, 2011 4:09 pm
The pencil he was holding snapped the second Otto even decided to pair the words "questions" with "yo you Caelius?"
Dead silence for five seconds before he answered, very stiffly. "What is it, trainee, that you could not have bothered someone else for?" And by someone else he literally meant anyone else. He was already pulling out another sharpened pencil from his pile of supplies as he continued on with what seemed like an odd sort of diagram.
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Posted: Sun Nov 20, 2011 4:30 pm
Otto raised a brow, wondering how cheap these pencils must be to be snapped so easily. Little did he realize just what rough waters he was daring to tread through.
Still, he did recall this Caelius fellow taking little to no s**t from anyone. Which was why he was perfect for answering questions. That's what Otto thought. Straight to the point and out of his hair.
"Yer the head honcho of Death Hunters, so you'd know more I figure." He drawled, picking at his ear.
"Fer one thing, I was wonderin' where I could find some intel on that weird a** beast from the desert. Also, I was wonderin' just what exactly this job entails other than draggin' bodies. Not that I minded, but it was kinda nasty goin' in there unprepared." If he'd known, he'd have brought gloves. Lot's and lot's of gloves.
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Posted: Sun Nov 20, 2011 4:53 pm
The pencil stopped moving as Caelius shifted, and simply stared at Otto as if he was stupid, which was not hard as he considered everyone incompetent.
"Because you are considered 'new', Otto, I am willing to overlook your entire frivolity regarding Deus Ex Machina just this once. And while you chose possibly the worst time to ask questions, I will humour you: this 'beast' is none of your ******** business."
He began to write again, talking in his usual Speech Mode, as he did so. "Do you know why we recruit trainees? In hopes that one day, they will become capable Hunters. And at the bottom of the rung, you take and obey commands, you earn the right to ask questions. Returning from your mission in hopes to learn the secrets of how everything works and why-" a sneer - "does not get you very far here."
Caelius stopped, as if just annoyed by the speck in his presence as usual. "If you have any other issues concerning your general purpose in life, I suggest you consult either the Moon Hunter division, or catch up on self help reading. You are dismissed."
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Posted: Sun Nov 20, 2011 5:06 pm
Otto's view on those in a position of authority being condescending was upheld as Caelius dismissed everything Otto tried to ask. The teen curled his lip as he was basically told to bugger off. All he'd heard from the man's reprimanding was 'do as you're told, child'. Needless to say, it didn't sit well at all.
Otto huffed a bit, shifting in his place."Fine, I'll git outta yer hair. Do ya know where a library is then? Or do I gotta ask the Moon people fer that too?" He asked in a slight attempt to veil his snarky attitude. Ever so slight.
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Posted: Sun Nov 20, 2011 5:18 pm
Caelius was obviously waiting for the speck of presence to disappear, if not hopefully permanently. Sadly, all he got for his generosity was more questions. Give a mouse a cookie and...
"No, I do not know where the goddamn library is because we don't have a public li-"
- It suddenly occurred to the Death Hunter faction leader two things. First, that Otto was indeed as arrogant a ******** of a trainee as one could get, and probably assigned to his division by one Life Hunter faction leader, see: Dr. H. The second was that Otto was indeed, still in his division.
"Actually," And suddenly it was like talking to Caelius's slightly nicer twin, until one realized that despite the tight smile playing on his face, his tone of voice was exactly the same, "As you are rather curious about what your division does, I believe it would be appropriate of me to enlighten you. The Death Division focuses on information prior the other divisions. That means we go into missions, assess the situation, bring back samples as needed, and deliver them to the Life Hunter facilities for further assessment. Does that make sense so far?"
He simply sat there expectantly, all eyes focused on the trainee.
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Posted: Sun Nov 20, 2011 5:43 pm
Otto raised a brow when Caelius seem to shift his demeanor. Just what was he up to? Otto was a little bit suspicious, but soon the head hunter seemed to be telling Otto exactly what he wanted to know.
Otto stared at the man a moment before nodding. "Yup. So far." he answered cautiously. Was this some kind of trap, or was the bug that seemed to be up Caelius's a** finally dead? Regardless, he was being much more informative, and a lot less douchey and cryptic; thus Otto's snarky attitude lessened slightly.
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Posted: Sun Nov 20, 2011 5:53 pm
"Good, it would be a shame to have someone equally stupid as they are ignorant." With that Caelius shifted through his cell phone before holding it to his ear. "Steven. Bring the specimen sample to room A, in the classrooms. I have a volunteer."
Before Otto could question further, the Death Hunter division leader closed the phone and obliged. "Now that we have completed the first part of the mission that is, to bring back samples, we unfortunately still need to bring them to the Life Hunter division. And seeing as you are indeed a Death Hunter trainee in my jurisdiction, I have a mission assignment for you."
There was no room for bargaining. "You will bring the specimen - which is being conveniently delivered to us to the division leader of the Life Hunters, Dr. H, and clearly explain to him the following."
A moment of silence as Caelius wrote a few sentences down, ripped the paper off the notebook, and handed it over to Otto. It read: Assignment Note - Request for analysis of sample, including possible ingested bodily samples, note addition of feces and urine samples within the bag - Request for analysis of blood sample, including possible toxins within the body - Request for routine medical check up of trainee, to make sure they are not contaminated
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Posted: Sun Nov 20, 2011 6:16 pm
Otto's brow twitched, trying his best to shove down the urge to jump across the table at practically being called stupid and ignorant. He settled for a scowl.
He eyed the man with concern as he spoke to someone on his cell phone. Volenteer? More like Volentold. Still, it meant giving Otto something to do, which meant he was less likely to cause trouble. A mission would keep him busy.
Otto reached out and took the paper handed to him, looking over the instructions carefully. This seemed easy enough, though the last bit about a medical check up had him slightly worried. "You got it, boss." He uttered after a moment, folding the paper and stashing it in his pocket.
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Posted: Sun Nov 20, 2011 6:50 pm
THUNK.
Caelius paid the three Hunters no notice as they lugged in an oversized ten foot black bag into the room and simply left it there, right next to Otto. It seemed to be dripping something viscous and slightly yellow.
"Also, there is a very good chance that Dr. H will disregard my note, in which case you must adamantly insist that you need the sample checked. In fact, it would probably be wise, if you wish to remain in my division and not as a sleeper that you stay until he agrees to do so. I sincerely hope that an ability to use your wits is not a huge stretch in your mental arsenal." With that, the Death Hunter leader gave a nod to Otto.
The bag simply lay there, the three Hunters who carried it gone as fast as they arrived. MISSION PRP - Otto has been assigned a mission. He must carry the body out of the room (START), through the hallway (1), outside (2), through the medical facilities (3), and into Dr. H's office (x). Each of these steps (START, 1, 2, 3 and x) requires one dice roll to past through, followed by a reaction post. - For each of the posts required, roll a 6-sided dice. Match your roll to the prompts below, and react accordingly. Once you have reached the goal (x), Otto is now at Dr. H's office. Do what is necessary to grab the Life Hunter division leader's attention and bring the samples as well as the note. - Roll the reaction posts in THIS thread, but a seperate prp is probably need to deliver the note. Once, done, Otto can come back to confirm the mission completion. Make sure to post at the top of each reaction post what stage you are rolling for (ie: START, 1, 2, 3, and X) - IF OTTO PASSES OUT DURING THE MISSION, he must come back to where he last moved the bag and continue onwards. - REACTION POSTS:ROLLING A 1: The specimen starts to leak all over the hallway, and a nearby Hunter (your superior) asks you to clean it up by any means necessary before continuing ROLLING A 2: The specimen starts to unzip and a foul smell surrounds anything near it. -10 HP. - ROLLING A 3: Something smoky and black seems to curl out from the specimen, stinging anything it comes in contact with. -10 HP - ROLLING A 4: A spine pokes out from the specimen's bag and grazes Otto. -10 HP - ROLLING A 5: A Hunter stops you and asks you what the hell you are doing with that bag. - Rolling a 6: The bag weighs a tonne! It takes a lot of physical effort to drag it even a few yards. -5 HP.
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Bittiface rolled 1 6-sided dice:
4
Total: 4 (1-6)
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Posted: Sun Nov 20, 2011 7:03 pm
((Start))
HP: 30/40
Otto's eyes widened to rival a dinner plate at the sudden delivery. "Aw ********.." He'd just screwed himself over, hadn't he? His gaze fell back to Caelius as he clarified his mission.
What?! No wheels to haul this thing? Otto looked at his hands, doubting himself for a moment. He'd wished he was a little buffer suddenly. He sighed, slumping his shoulders. Oh well, at least he was making himself useful. He'd like very much to remain awake and not sleep into infinity.
"Yea.. I'll show you wits..." He muttered darkly, rolling up his sleeves and turning to start on his chore.
Otto grabbed the ends of the bag and began dragging it out of the room. Carelessly, he somehow rocked it in a way that a spine protruded the bag, nicking Otto int eh arm. "Aah---ffff---" He winced, kicking the bag and dragged it out of the room.
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Bittiface rolled 1 6-sided dice:
4
Total: 4 (1-6)
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Posted: Sun Nov 20, 2011 7:16 pm
((Level 1))
HP: 20/40
Otto dragged the ten foot bag of heaping grossness down the hallway, cussing under his breath as he did.
Once again, he yanked the bag at an odd angle, another spine (or maybe the same one) grazing his arm again. Otto yelped, releasing the bag and holding his arm. "Goddamn stupid ********> The potty mouth grabbed the ends once again and hauled his special delivery down the hall.
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Bittiface rolled 1 6-sided dice:
5
Total: 5 (1-6)
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Posted: Sun Nov 20, 2011 7:46 pm
((Level 2))
HP: 20/40
Finally he was outside. He was halfway done, right? Right?! Otto grunted and whined as he pulled, tugged and dragged the bag of rotting beast corpse.
Of course, the moment Otto finally had a bit of momentum going, someone decided to be nosy. Well, to their defense, Otto was hauling a big a** bag. It was slightly suspicious.
A hunter who was either on his way somewhere or patrolling happened by Otto, and stopped in front of him. "What're doing---" He started to ask, but Otto ended up dropping the bag as he almost walked right into the man.
"********> Dude, I am busy! Can't ya see that? I was finally gettin' a ryhthm goin' and you had to step yer nosy a** into my business!" Otto huffed, face red from anger and more likely from the effort he'd been putting into carting the body around. Sweat dripped from his temples, and nostrils flared as he glared daggers at the man in front of him.
"Woah kiddo, don't yell at a superior like that. I---" Otto's eyes widened agin, his fists clenched and knuckles white.
"KIDDO!? WHO THE ******** ARE YA CALLN' A KID?!" Otto seemed to forget about his body bag in place of the hunter in front of him.
The man narrowed his eyes, hands firmly gripping his belt like some kind of Police officer staring down a driver that had been pulled over. "Now listen here, son. Just what are you doing with that bag, hm? It's awfully suspicious." Otto sniffed, wiping his nose with the back of his hand then pointing at the man's face. "It's a dead body. Happy? Now if ya'd excuse me, I have a mission to complete."
Somehow, the man seemed okay with that, shrugging and muttering something about children having no respect for their elders before going on his merry way.
Otto gritted his teeth, glaring angrily at his back before picking up one end of the bag again and hauling a** toward the building he needed to be in.
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Bittiface rolled 1 6-sided dice:
5
Total: 5 (1-6)
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Posted: Sun Nov 20, 2011 8:12 pm
((Stage 3))
HP: 20/40
Otto kicked open the door to the medical facility, dragging the body in enough the keep the door from closing and letting out a huff. One small break, he thought, as he leaned against a wall. His eyes closed, huffing and sniffling, exhausted from the journey so far.
His presence once again attracted attention, and a Life Hunter approached the door, looking at the makeshift door stop curiously. "Just what do you think you're doing? How am I supposed to get outside with.. whatever that thing is in the way?" The woman asked, eyeing the boy incredulously.
Otto seemed to ignore her, arms dangling listlessly at his sides. He hurt all over, and was in no mood to explain himself again.
The woman huffed, rubbing the bridge of her nose with a thumb and forefinger. "Look, could you please move it for me? I need to go outside." She looked down at the bag, eyeing the strange spines curiously. She obviously didn't wish to ask what exactly Otto was doing with it, figuring it must involve Dr. H. somehow.
Otto gave out a long sigh, head rolling to the side and glaring up at the woman tiredly. "No." He said simply, slumping down the ground.
Now he was just being a brat, really.
"Ugh! Please?! I don't want to touch it!" She whined, putting her hands together. "I'm much too weak to drag that big thing around. I need a capable... man to do it for me." She was attempting to pump up the boy's ego with flattery in hopes to get what she wanted, but Otto felt the tone was slightly dishonest. "Yeaaaah.. no. Hang tight a while. I'm ********' tired."
The woman sighed, slumping her shoulders. She turned and headed elsewhere to find some other exit not occupied by a large body bag. Once she was out of sight, Otto got up, dusted off his knees, and started dragging the body again.
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