{ GM PRP } Instructions

[Zoobey]

Twenty four hours later from That Meeting, the text message had arrived, like methodical clockwork.

Text from Caelius

Failure to arrive at room 201B will result in permanent suspension for both parties.

It was nice to know someone was just a ball of sunshine the following day. Incidentally however, the fated Hunters would notice that there was in the room one Death lead.. and a large drowned rat, oh that was Mark. Probably Mark. Either Mark or a large drowned rat that had somehow developed the ability to type at a rather rapid pace on a small runic laptop. Next to the not-quite-drowned rat were what looked like a large instruction manual, and an open sleek steel box still glowing with runes, several small bracelet-like objects inside. Apparently today was earn yourself an accessory day.

The loud rustling of papers being re-stacked was enough to divert some of their attention, as the Death lead took the very neat stack of very notable mission reports -

- And ripped them in half. Then, just as meticulously, folded the stack in half and then tore along the creases again and again, slow and deliberate. Unless he had also gone daft in his age, it was probably to make a point which was probably something like why did I even waste time telling you to write mission reports which you clearly bullshitted out of your a** so hard you are probably still hemorrhaging as I fold paper extremely slowly into tiny pieces to prove some point about writing mission reports. The stack was discarded on the floor, making a great source of paper confetti.

"You are here," the Death lead continued, pulling out a second stack of folders, containing very specifically each and every Hunter located in this room at this current time - well, with the exception of Mark, "To understand consequences. Your mission reports will be written off as absolute bullshit: how many of you actually observed the Insanity as the original intention of the mission. It is ******** amazing how a mission regarding Insanity somehow has evolved into a conversation about the ethics of my goddamn orders and nothing else, and while I generally do not ******** care what the other divisions observe, I find it a greater disappointment that there are Hunters present in my division who still do not understand what exactly they ******** do other than play guard dog and <******** up given orders further." A pause as he let that sink in. "I appreciate that what little you have figured out is that Insanity is observed to ******** infect your peers under the assumption that any lectures prior on Insanity and its effects have magically ******** disappeared from your memory in the process of. Fortunately, for you, there are no direct consequences of sheer stupidity and ignorance. Since I have some time to spare, Mark will enlighten you on proper Insanity protocol for future missions."

Mark, who had been playing with the bangles, nearly dropped the entire box as he heard his name. He looked super guilty - apparently for no reason - as he coughed, wheezed, and finally took out a very crumpled looking notebook, flipping a few pages past doodles and stick figures of what very suspiciously looked like a stick figure drowned rat standing on a decapitated stick figure holding a scythe. "Yes, Insanity debriefing um, right, Insanity and Hunters." He continued to flip a few more pages, sweating a little bit, nervous. Never not scapegoat. "Insanity, like Fear, is only able to overwhelm a Hunter on the condition of their absolute and irreversible death, as Insanity itself is made from the same fundamental core as Fear." He licked his lips nervously, then continued reading. "Insanity, um, is however, parasitic in nature and will continue to feed off its host until destroyed. In the event of large amounts of Insanity in one location, it will latch on to a Hunter and feed from them, take their memories, fears, thoughts, and manifest them in greater and larger amounts that, left unattended, will rapidly drain the Hunter's Fear shield, cause their weapon to go into states of disarray, and ultimately destroy them. A Hunter must be forcefully torn away from Insanity in this scenario, see, case 3C figure below, though survival rates are dependent on skill level. Left alone, see case 5D, Insanity will consume everything it comes in contact with. Insanity is continuously adapting, studies show that-"

-" That's enough," the Death lead interrupted, nullifying the notion that perhaps he had a little too much time. He directed his attention back to the Hunters. "If you have still made up your mind that you will protect what you do not ******** understand, then you will take your punishment accordingly. Mark will handle the procedure."

The Death assistant looked a little nervous as he nearly dropped the box - again - and then gestured for the Hunters - those who volunteered, to roll up their left sleeve to expose their wrist.

astrabot

u first

Kaiyumi

Syusaki

Nyxtsuki Moon

Carhop Cavalier

Dragain

Enoh Love

kurotomato

Rown

Blade Kuroda

Pales

OOC

It's fine to assume at this point that you have written a mission report, and everyone tagged is assumed to be here during this time for the above rp!

 

[its me debz]

Clerise arrived with a stony face, resisting the very deep urge to flinch as she was berated. She had not been present. and had done her best to extract the facts-- from Dakota and Rep both. With limited time and coloured judgment, the redhead had basically hearsay to go off of.

She swallowed a sigh. Of COURSE he cared more about insanity than anything else. It was the unknown factor, the mystery x component. FEAR and Insanity were like the alpha and the omega to her world,

Clenching her fists and gritting her teeth, the redhead scowled. She'd made no promise about what she would and would not protect-- but Dakota had.

She was doing this for him, no matter the cost. With a grimace, Clerise rolled up her sleeve, giving Mark a look.

She thought of lashing out at Caelius, for putting words into her mouth. Flesh and blood he may be, that didn't mean Clerise had to like him, approve of his methods, or. You know. Not want to smother him with his stupid ******** scarf-------


Clerise grit her teeth. Waiting.  

[Blade Kuroda]

Deryk showed up on time, looking pale and nervous as all hell. When he arrived in the room, he just silently took his seat, keeping his head low for the time being. When Caelius ripped up the mission reports, he just stared, not quite understanding what the deal was when he had them write them in the first place. He furrowed his brow, then looked towards the other hunters in the room while the lecture was being dished out.

From the sounds of things... Insanity was far more dangerous than originally perceived. He frowned lightly, taking everything in.

There really was no winning in this. Strike down their allies infected or let it run rampant. It just sucked either way. Though... Ceres and Bix weren't killed off for good, but who was to say that the next time they wouldn't be so lucky? Deryk heaved a heavy sigh, then watched as Mark gestured for the volunteers to show their left wrist..  

[Carhop Cavalier]

Showing up exactly on time, Lex didn't even look at Caelius, opting to keep an eye on his assistant. Mark, was it? He was pretty sure he'd heard of this Mark character somewhere before. Not even as the Death lead ripped up their mission reports and berated them did Lex look at the man.

He looked up when given the a choice, however, and shown the consequence. Bracelets - Lex's mind automatically said no. He stayed silent though, realizing that the man wasn't asking him to expose his wrist, but Nevada.

He worried for her safety. Nothing was normal or ordinary here, not even bracelets.  

[Syusaki]

The mention of ‘both parties’ was enough to clue Wilson on what exactly he was going to meet about. He plopped into a vacant seat while he pursed his lips and warily stared at the Death leader. His jaw clenched as Caelius went on another tirade. If only Wilson had been a few years younger. He might have actually tuned out and ignored the leader altogether, but no, he trudged through the speech anyways.

Even as he continued to stare at the shredded remains of the report. Keep it classy, Caelius.

At least the miniature lecture by Mark was more bearable, but the fact Caelius was watching on made it frustrating. Wilson remained mute as ever when Mark gestured for the volunteers to roll up their sleeves.  

[Kaiyumi]

After her chat with Otto, Eva seemed much quieter and more docile than usual as she slipped into the room and sat down. For the most part, she managed to keep her face relatively impassive throughout Caelius' whole speech, though there was a visible flicker of alarm in her eyes when the volunteers were asked to step forward and hold out their wrist. Wait, er--what was that? Those bangles--what did they do?

Her heartbeat picked up slightly when Clerise stepped forward, and Eva had to stop herself from standing up from her seat to get a better look at what was happening. The volunteers wouldn't be punished or threatened in some way for standing up for them, right? She certainly wouldn't put it past Caelius, even if he was the one who gave them permission to do so in the first place.

In the end, she could only sit there and watch her redheaded friend in anticipation.  

[kuropeco]

Gale sat between Eva and Wilson, absently drumming his uninjured fingers over the top of the table. Mark's appearance was met with a cool, yet slightly exasperated gaze, Gale's eyes flickering towards the Death Assist only briefly before he returned his attention to Caelius.

<< This...does not look good. >>

It's Caelius. Is it ever good?

<< ...good point. >>  

[Rown]

Ofelia, well, showed up well rested to the meeting because she'd accidently knocked herself out the day prior and nothing says 'sleep tight!' quite like a massive head injury. The teen was there though as soon as she got the message, listening in to everything, and when she was told to roll her sleeve up she just looked at her bare arm. She never wore sleeves so. . . yeah. This was the moment she'd been waiting for, for better or worse, and it made her stomach drop ever so faintly.

The paper she and Wilson had worked on had been ripped up (which was good, considering her wonderful inability to write anything that didn't look like chicken scratch) and now. . . well. A bracelet was cool, maybe it was just a temporary band like what had happened with Rep and Cass? She wasn't sure how she felt about it, it was like there was something on the horizon that meant they could all be in danger, but Ofelia didn't say anything. There was nothing to say, nothing to do, but she did manage to look over at Wilson and smile.

Today though smiling made her face hurt.

Syusaki

cause she looked at wilson <3

 

[Pixie Nyxie]

Nevada followed after Lex slowly, watching as the other hunters filed in. When she saw the red head offer her wrist, she knew that it was probably her turn coming up. Falling in line with the volunteers, she turned her head at Lex and smiled. Could've been worse right?

___

Dakota though kept quiet. the look on Clerise's face kept him from speaking up from the injustices against him and his friends. A brief look at Wilson, Eva...back to Clerise. Like probably his other fellow protectors...he was worried about red.  

[Pales]

Jude had arrived on time. He didn't look too pleased to be there at the moment and it seemed he had every right to be displeased to be there. The longer Caelius talked the more irate he felt but unlike the fated meeting he held his tongue in check, for now.

He still felt that Caelius had somehow cheated in the whole supposed to have been dead lottery.

This went for any other superior that supposedly died but didn't as well. Those that stayed dead? Good on them. Sad but good. It seemed like the nastier (or perhaps more toxic) the person the longer they stayed alive just to spite everyone around. The more Caelius or Mark spoke the harder it became to keep silent.

Jude was notoriously uncaring of his own fate despite appearing having a level head. When volunteers were 'sought' he simply rolled up a sleeve and waited.  

[Enoh Love]

Jeremy arrived almost immediately after receiving the text, even if it meant missing out on the food he was just sitting down to eat. He didn't want to be suspended permanently, and he certainly didn't want the same to happen to Ariane. Food could wait if it meant they could live another day! The Trainee took a good look around him at the others who had also arrived, unable to stop smiling despite the no doubt horrible time they were about to have.

"...Aw." He murmured to himself as the reports were ripped up. His hard work! He worked so hard on that! Ahem. Well his smile had effectively disappeared, because this could mean any number of things, up to and including that the reports weren't good enough and they were all about to be executed. Fantastic, now he wish he had finished his lunch first.

Relief was quick when it seemed that their fate wasn't going to change (at the time, anyway), and then he put his effort into listening to the lecture without passing out. He was pretty hungry now, after all. He really did miss a lot while he was podded, and a lot of what was being lectured went right over his head. Insanity? Cores? What? It was all too much too fast, and he was thoroughly confused; luckily, he knew better than to put his hand up and ask for clarification. He'd get Ariane to fill him in later, she kind of owed him one.

There was one thing he understood and agreed with. He was going to keep protecting what he didn't understand, because while he didn't get what was going on, he wanted to protect a friend. It wasn't very Sun-like, but...eh. What he did understand was important enough to make him act, the rest could be figured out and dealt with later.

He took off his half glove and, like some of the others, rolled up his left sleeve.  

[Zoobey]

"Okay," Mark hesitantly finished flipping through the last of the instruction manual that simply said WARNING: on it in big bold letters followed by potentially the word's tiniest font. He was squinting. "I think you're supposed to install it um, it says here that it isn't like, safe for pregnant women or children under-"

Caelius gave him a look.

-"Five-hundred." The Death Assistant finished under his breath, moving in to Jeremy first. "Okay, it might sting." The bracelet, open in two halves, a nondescript solid grey and blue, really did not look that threatening. It snapped easily on with a small click, the runes humming as they flared to life. There was a light crackle, more like the shock of being snapped by static electricity more than anything else. Mark stared at it dubiously. "Okay, next."

Each Hunter methodically went through the same process - though Mark did have a harder time with Gale, humming and hawing before deciding that the right hand was better, the bracelet snapping onto the wrist with a final click and a light buzz.

Thankfully noone was falling over or dying or anything unusual, which was perhaps, more unusual.

"Since you are taking the punishment for those sentenced, these will not be removed until after their sentence is fully cleared." The Death lead might as well have been talking about the weather as he pulled out a file - Dakota Rainstar - and scribbled something a little over where a giant red PROBATION had been stamped near the bottom. "Cleared, means owed of debt, from probation, and proven themselves of use as a goddamned Hunter. As I mentioned, you are on your last chance. If you ******** up, if I hear a single report of you disobeying given orders, if I so even as get a ******** write-up from you from any lead or Hunter, these bracelets will be activated. Even if you cannot guarantee your proper conduct on this ******** island, at least I can guarantee exact results on my end."

Several photos were scattered on the table for all to see, graphic in the least. It showed arms in various states of decay, skin blistering and peeling through cauterized wounds, wearing the exact same bracelet that had been gifted to a few of the Hunters. Several arms had stubs as fingers: almost all of them were detached from the actual owner's body. Probably out of his own sadistic nature, the Death lead had provided a particularily graphic photo of the same nature of wounds spread across a victim's face, their eyes glossy grey-white, lips drawn back and dried.

"You are dismissed."

And that was that, nothing more, nothing less.

OOC

Players are good to go or attempt to stay if they have questions/ etc!
- The bracelet CAN NOT be removed, despite any attempts, not even by any other NPC, well not without the player pretty much going into a coma and on the verge of death with horrible blister wounds. It is recommended that players ICly work to get it removed, though after "proper" behaviour for a month, it will be removed from the Hunter........hopefully

Pales

astrabot

kurotomato

Nyxtsuki Moon

Rown

 

[Rown]

So she wasn't going to be banded or cuffed? Ofelia was a bit surprised to see the bracelets that were being placed on the other hunter trainees - they looked nothing like the one that Rep wore - and when it came time for her to have it snapped on she just stood there and took it like a champ. Part of her expected it to snap and spark and make her feel horrible or whatever else a bracelet was supposed to do but when she felt nothing (and still couldn't hear Rue in her head) she was a little disappointed?

The pictures didn't exactly look appealing though, she didn't want that to spring off and happen to her any time soon. Having only two single-armed hunters sounded good to hear, no need to make herself one-eyed and one-armed, so it was in her best interests to keep it on and not touched.

At least the bracelet was pretty, and Ofelia found herself hesitating near the end of the crowd, waiting. Perhaps there was something she needed to ask of Caelius, to get information, or maybe it was just to see how everyone else reacted to the pictures.

Or maybe she had nothing better to do and was wondering if this Caelius was real since everyone seemed to be walking out very much alive.  

[Carhop Cavalier]

Lex gulped as Nevada was cuffed, starring hard at the pictures the Death lead had provided for their viewing pleasure. He winced at the picture of the Hunter's face. So, if he stepped out of line even once...

Nope. Not happening. He would be a good dog, obedient to a T. He's play this awful game of fetch while she was strapped into the bracelet, and never ever let her step up for him again. He gulped as he shot her a concerned look, frown tugging at his usual smile. If she got hurt because of him -

No. Not thinking about it. Do that later, where people couldn't see him. He just sat and listened, waiting for Nevada to leave. He'd follow her then, and they could talk about this. Everything would be fine - he wouldn't do anything. He'd be the best dog in the park.  

[Blade Kuroda]

At first, Deryk thought the wrist bands were weapon inhibitors. He was soon proved wrong. No. This was something a little worse in a way. And the hunter paled a little more somehow as Cael detailed what would happen should he catch wind of them disobeying orders ever again. Furrowing his brow, he looked over towards Jude to give him a sort of apologetic look, then lowered his head.

Heavy thoughts were on the mind.