Arrival at Deus Ex Machina had been short for most Hunters, at the most a scheduled portal trip from their assigned outposts back to "home". Home being of course where they had all been born, reborn really, as Hunters. Home being the island of Deus Ex Machina, where all Hunters began as trainees, facing the elimination trials before proving their worth in missions after missions. Home being the last place they returned to if they passed away and their body was recovered.
Missions was a sucker word: sometimes they plunged into situations they were not even expecting, with only a single weapon to their name. Sometimes they fought weaponless. And most often, they fought with others they would never see again.
The Island itself was large and well-funded, for the most part. The dorms, which housed enough space for the two-hundred arriving Hunters, seemed odd, unnatural, bustling with life as Hunters relocated to their assigned quarters for the night until the scheduled mission tomorrow. Today was December the 30th, in the afternoon. Tomorrow would be the 31st. Tomorrow would be the reason they, all of them, were called back.
Tensions and feelings rose high. Many Hunters had not been back on the island for years, others had entered their own quarters with confusion. Being back on the Island held a sense of nostalgia, of their younger training days, and of a certain feeling of security. They were not used to this any more.
And the last thing, possibly the most uncomfortable thing of all, were the others. While socializing was not a lost art among them all, socializing with Hunters whom they had seen missions ago, months ago, years ago, or whom they had never had the chance to meet was awkward. It was opening an unwanted channel. They suddenly had the time to talk to others, they suddenly had one day, one whole day, to catch up.
The last of those arriving for tomorrow's mission seemed to be catching up on the recent news, that they would be debriefed in detail tomorrow regarding the mission, and that today, they should clean up and get prepared. That it was important they did not fail. That it was possibly, their last. They all knew they were fighting a war, so it was not a surprise.
Eat well, sleep well, rest well. And die well. Sometimes, it was just easier to drown in everything and forget.
OOC
- YOUR HUNTER IS NOW RELOCATED BACK TO DEUS EX MACHINA. They can now CHOOSE TO roleplay in the dorms, the cafeteria (located in the central headquarters) or the training fields ( no sparring there for now please, just chatting is fine). This is the time to establish any connections you'd like, or you can also phase it in and out of the duration of the rps. Think of this as a quick and hasty meet and greet (though not all Hunters get along, especially some from varying divisions and Runic versus Fear Hunters ... )
- There is approximately 24 OOC hours before the actual mission begins, so free to rp and muck around and get a feel of your characters as you please, with the setting in mind!
- exclaim PLEASE QUOTE WHOMEVER YOU ARE TALKING TO OR TARGETING, THIS MAKES LIFE A LOT EASIER.
