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 Posted: Sat Mar 03, 2012 2:59 pm
Jerry was so out of it, he had hurried from the meeting room and down the hall, making a b-line towards Caelius' office. He didn't even notice he had not changed out of his "soul reaper blacks" until he was hesitantly knocking on the door.
Oh, blast.
Well... it wasn't like he hadn't been dressed in sillier garments before.
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Posted: Sat Mar 03, 2012 3:24 pm
Caelius's 'office', or rather, the usual classroom where most of his meetings took place - though now that one thought of it, it almost seemed that the Death Hunter had taken measures in ensuring this morning's debriefing had taken place in another room - was only a few doors down from where Allan had given the three trainees what the Sun Hunter thought was a pep talk.
There was a notable silence, though the sound of a phone buzzing from within the room could be heard.
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Posted: Sat Mar 03, 2012 7:33 pm
Jerry debated his options. After a moment, he finally drew in a sharp breath and cracked the door open, "Hello? Sir?" No harm in just... coming in, right? At the very least, he could leave the papers somewhere he would find them. Maybe there was a stick-it note he could scribble: 'please do not throw away! Important!' on them or somehting...
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Posted: Sat Mar 03, 2012 10:15 pm
The room itself was vacant, the familiar round wooden table entirely void of the usual occupant. Instead, other than the cellphone still buzzing noisily every interval of two seconds, the table was covered in various texts, a few unfamiliar stone rune markers, and what looked like several years supplies of mission reports. Though everything was piled neatly on the table, literally plastered on the wall behind the table was a meticulous, rather impressive collage built entirely out of newspaper clippings, folded mission reports, and various ripped pages from old Biblical texts all tied to a giant map of the world as of current. Each of the clippings were pinned together neatly in clusters on very notable locations of the map, connected together with various colours of pinned string.
The missing occupant in the room could have just used a computer, really, though it probably wouldn't be as visually impressive.
There were a couple of notable pieces on the wall that were highlighted. The first being a simple note that simply said the words "12/31/1999", a word that was scrawled in neat print over several newspaper clippings and pinned mission reports:Newspaper clipping Town Vacated Due to Water Supply PoisoningWitnesses claimed to see what they called a "shooting star" falling from the sky the day prior to the water poisoning scare. Local officials are calling this nothing but an elaborate coax, though information about the source has yet to be revealed, though it is estimated at this point in time that the culprits could have been from any religiously fanatical source, especially considering their devotion to Biblical context. This is only one of several equally perplexing incidents that has occurred in the past month, all oddly following a religious routine. OOC - Consider this an "room exploration" ORP: Jerry can (if he dares), walk around the room, or investigate certain areas of it. For example he can take a look at the newspaper clippings closer, or the stack of papers on the desk, or even the notes related to a certain area (pick and choose a continent/ location). - If he hears footsteps though, it may not be wise to continue being in the room... or he can leave at any point in time if he wishes - Jerry is also free to text someone else to the room, if he wishes
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Posted: Sun Mar 04, 2012 12:26 am
Jerry blinked at what lay beyond the door, clutching the papers tightly to his chest a moment before thinking better of it and shuffled forward, "Er... hello? Ah... anyone?" He called out hesitantly, but the only sound seemed to be a buzzing from the desk. Alright... just... just drop them off on the desk and run for it. He was in enough trouble already.
He hesitated at the collage, mouth moving slowly as he read snippits here and there. What... was this all about? 1999? He had barely been in Junior High back then, although... wait. He traced the clippings down to the map and photos, his stomach clenching.
Thankfully, his memory about that period of time was mostly locked on funerals and complete changes in home life, but even if he had remembered what he may or may not have seen that faithful trip to New York, it wouldn't have helped him make any sense of things.
The phone was still buzzing. "Caelius? Sir?" He called out again before meekly pushing forward. No harm in just... seeing who was calling him, right? What if it was important?
Setting the papers from Allan down on the desk in what he hoped was a tidy spot, he picked up the phone to read the display.
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Posted: Sun Mar 04, 2012 12:55 am
Unfortunately for Jerry, setting the papers down on the desk might have been the right idea, had he not bumped briefly against the one of the meticulously long stacks of mission reports, all filed in folders, dates, and alphabetically.
The entire incident happened in less than a second flat as all the stacks of reports went cascading out of their folders, making a giant, sloppy mess on the floor, a few of them even flying out into the hallway.
The phone incidentally, kept on buzzing, showing that it had 372 new messages. OOC: Exploring the room - At this point in time, any trainee that stumbles on the incident/ walks by the room is free to come in and investigate/ help Jerry out. Simply read the setting and bold whatever your trainee would like to investigate further in the room, from the given list of options, or you can talk (quietly!) with other trainees inside.
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Posted: Sun Mar 04, 2012 1:01 am
Jerry's eyebrows raised at the sight of how many messages, wondering if he had left the twitter messenger system on or if-
-and then the tower began to fall, slowly, slowly arching through the air like giant snowflakes of information and he could feel his hands dropping the phone and reaching out to try to grab the pile but it was already too late.
"Aaaaaaaaaaahhhhhohgodohgodohgod-" He wailed, toppling forward to scramble for manila and printer paper, but in his panic it *only got worse*.
He was exhausted, he was emotionally drained, he did not need this oh god oh god he was already in trouble how could his life get any worse...
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Posted: Sun Mar 04, 2012 1:18 am
Tori had been heading back to her room to change out of her robes when she had seen some papers come out of the classroom that Caelius was always in. Picking up one of the papers that was in the hallway and poked her head into the room to see Jerry there and a lot more papers every where. "Ummm, do you need some help, Jerry?" she asked sheepishly as she was picking up more of the papers that had fallen on the floor. "Also I'm Tori by the way," she added sheepishly as she didn't want to be rude or anything. She knew it was a bad idea but she was curious to what was on the papers she was picking up and she wanted to know. So she looked at the papers that she had picked up.
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Posted: Sun Mar 04, 2012 1:25 am
"IT WAS AN ACCIDENT!" Jerry yelped, frantically trying to shuffle things back into place. "It was an accident I wasjustd-droppingthingsoffanditallwentawryandwehavetogetthembackorI'minsomuchtroubleohgodohgod-" His voice dropped back down low again before the panic took hold. His look of resignation he had adopted while being publicly chastised not ten minutes ago was gone, replaced by the shear, desperate will to live "Just gotta'... gotta'... ok. Ah... I h-have a folder for... ah... um... starts with an A, just... oh god I think they were alphabetized buttheressomanyohgodImsodead....!!"
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Posted: Sun Mar 04, 2012 1:33 am
"Its all right, just calm down and I believe you. So I will help you clean it up," Tori said quietly as she fully walked into the room. "Ok, lets look around for that folder and go from there, alright," she added as she picked up more papers off the floor and onto the table. "Take deep breaths and I will take some of the heat too," She answered as she didn't want to die either but he just wouldn't leave Jerry here to take all the heat since she came to see what was up and she was total for helping a nakama out.
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Posted: Sun Mar 04, 2012 1:36 am
Alright. Deep breaths. Stay calm. Just... just organize. It wouldn't be that bad,and with help hopefully it would go quicker? "Alright... alright let's just... try to... to make piles on the floor or something." He tried to make sense of the order a few still-intact piles showed... "Um. Um. Just. S-start with date, I s-s-sup-sup-suppose?" Keep calm. Deep breaths. "Just... just by date and then... we'll... we'll... break them down from there um..." Frantically, he picked up a ream of paper to scan for any clues of which folder it should go in.
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Posted: Sun Mar 04, 2012 2:36 am
Each of the papers looked exactly like the mission reports the trainees were requested to hand in. At the very top, there was stamped an exact date, and next to it was scrawled the name of the assumed Hunter writing the report.
The current report in Tori's hands was dated 03.10.1995 as follows: Mission Report Summary Deus Ex Machina Mission Report Form
Name: Sindra Chase
Division: Life
Status: Hunter
Mission ranking:
Specialized mission, external.
Status of mission: Mission totaled three weeks, two days, thirteen hours on an effort to locate and suppress a Fear abnormality: what could be considered a swarm of abnormal locusts related to the activities of the Four Clans. Several team members were injured.
Additional points of extreme importance: One death casualty accounted for.
Commendations or warnings: Mission targeted location is highly dangerous, 21°7′N 11°24′W. Backup has already been requested.
I agree that by signing this, all information above is accurate and can be used for or against me: Sindra Chase
Most of the fallen papers on the ground, in fact, seemed to be dated from the early to late nineties. It looks like at least, Jerry was lucky enough not to knock off the other stack. OOC: FILING PAPERS BACK - There are exactly 200 mission reports to put back onto the table, each of them needs to be dated by their year. Select a folder, and roll a 20-sided dice. This is the amount of papers any character in this room puts back, to help Jerry. There are 10 folders that need to be organized (that means 20 pieces of paper per folder okay, up to 10 folders), however time is of the essence! Each person can only ICly try 5 times. - Anyone else is still free to come in and investigate the current settings of the room but be sure not to touch anything, of course. Also it is probably not wise to linger too long.... if anyone is investigating anything, make sure to post the investigation in bold.
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Posted: Sun Mar 04, 2012 8:20 am
Rin wandered back this way. She could have sworn the dopey guy had gone this way too.
But then there seemed to be a racket ahead and several papers found their way into the hall.
She nelt down to scoop up the remaining papers in the hallway that were missed and continued inside.. well. It looked like they may have been robbing the place.
"What the hell are you guys doing in here?" She scolded in hushed tones. Her question mostly directed at Jerry as he seemed to be the one freaking out the most.
Though her arms were full of paper now, she made no move to assist yet in the off chance she may have become an accessory to a crime.
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Bilious rolled 1 20-sided dice:
5
Total: 5 (1-20)
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Posted: Sun Mar 04, 2012 9:20 am
Still clutching a folder, Jerry scrambled for more papers... but this was hopeless! There was too much! Oh god, he was going to be fed to the monsters one piece at a time, he was going to be hung up by his underpants and... "I w-woo-was just dropping off some... some p-papers for Allan and... and..." Dammit! Was he going to have to explain over and over? "If... if Caelius sees this I'm a d-d-dead man!"
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Saliru rolled 1 20-sided dice:
15
Total: 15 (1-20)
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Posted: Sun Mar 04, 2012 9:35 am
"Oh I see." Rin smirked as she watched the man struggle a bit. It was like watching a fish out of water flopping about helplessly as it gasped for breath.
She could have sworn she felt a hand slap her hard across the back of her head. No hand was present though. Still... she snapped out of her staring and slowly but surely attempted to go through the papers she'd already held in her hands.
It seemed all of them were from the same folder and she offered them to him.
"Calm down, you're only making it worse." She suggested idly.
"The more you struggle against a leg trap, the more shredded your leg becomes." With that she gave him a little nod and approached the huge mess he'd made.
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