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 Posted: Fri Jun 27, 2014 12:36 pm
 Survey Mission 4CLocation: San Zhi Resort
Images:: x, x, x.
General debriefing: There has been the stirring of something that scares even the locals: a rumour has it that in the evening, the lights turn on several of the odd pod-like buildings. Music can be heard from within before the light flickers off. This investigation must happen, due to this claim, in the evening after dark.
* C class difficulty level (must have a team of three, at least one of them must be an intermediate trainee) MECHANICS * MECHANICS: RP assembling a team, as necessary, before heading towards the Lighthouse portal to request a portal to Survey Mission 4C. Once there, roll a 100-sided dice and match the roleplay to the results below, as well as any reactions. Players can continue rolling until any of the players roll a INSANITY ENCOUNTER, in which case the BATTLE PHASE begins. See below for battle phase mechanics. 1- 20: The darkness combined with the fog make it extremely difficult to navigate. As you move your flashlight against the ground all you see is the crackled pavement, the pods obscured from sight - - As a skeletal face carved right into the cement leers at you - - And disappears. It was just your imagination... right? 21 - 40: Tattered pieces of fabric seem to be hanging from a few smashed windows. Upon further investigation you realize it is actually strips of skin peeled off some hapless creature. 41 - 60: You take a look at the pods again. They look normal enough, though none of them have the odd flickering light. Well that's a relief. A strange jarring noise interrupts you and as you look back, the order of the pods have changed, from location to colour. 61 - 80: You hear music playing in the background, a sort of wailing, foreign music. It seems to be coming from right above you, but nothing is there. Only you can hear it. 81- 100: BOSS ENCOUNTER: - As you continue walking down the sidewalk you hear a large crack, followed by another. A strange gas explodes from underneath, making you extremely dizzy, as you cough to figure out what is going on, fighting for air now. You have exposed your entire team to a hallucinogen, making everything more terrifying than ever as your vision swims and hops uncontrollably and your hearing becomes muted. Something creaks, groans, lurches underneath you, but is that your imagination? - BOSS MECHANICS: This boss is a mob that has collective 100 HP. Every time you attack it (following the general battle rules), you TAKE 8 damage. AS you can't really see the boss, most of it will have to be dependent on what you can see, if anything at all, from strange faceless figures lurching, half-hopping towards you to the smiling dead coming back and swiping at you. Make sure to tally the boss's total HP (the damage you did to it) at the bottom of your post as well as your total HP and the damage you did that round. If the boss's HP hits 0, you have defeated it, and your team can now take the portal back. * 4 mission reward points for completing this successfully
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Posted: Fri Jun 27, 2014 1:03 pm
He'd gotten the request for the mission sometime early in the morning, and Alistaire had given it a brief look before deciding that he was going to actually participate. The idea of going off of the island was appealing, but the concept of having to do actual dirty work was somewhat less so; still, he'd already made up his mind, and it was for this reason that he pulled out his phone, intending to text Harland and drag him along.
It was only after he'd started typing that he noticed something else on the mission request - a three person team.
This made things a tad more difficult. Alistaire did not have very many friends (in fact, he had all of one friend, if Harland could even be considered as such), and it wasn't as though he even knew many people on the island, out of his own decision. He thought briefly of Ian, then thought of Harland's unrequited love for his brother, and became irritated, scrolling past the names on the automatic list of contacts until he came to one that gave him pause.
Yes. Good. That would be good. Someone easy, someone simple.face your demons Text to Harland Leander Belle:Mission. Meet at the lighthouse in ten minutes. Lucyal Text to Molly Finn:Miss Finn, if you would be so kind as to meet me by the lighthouse in ten minutes; I have a request.
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Posted: Fri Jun 27, 2014 4:28 pm
Molly was coming off of kitchen duty when she got the text, and she paused, pulling off a piece of apple and read it over. A moment of silence went by. She then let out a squeal. Alistaire was texting her. They were definitely friends now. Definitely. Molly rushed to go freshen up and get on her coat and scarf in her room, and then grabbed her bag for missions as well. Though Alistaire hadn't mentioned a mission in his text, she knew that when she was summoned to the lighthouse, that definitely meant it was time for a mission. Molly skittered up to the lighthouse in a timely manner, and was just all smiles as she greeted the other trainee. "Hello!" She chirped.
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Posted: Fri Jun 27, 2014 8:58 pm
Harland was being summoned, again. He slid a thumb across the screen of his phone idly as he was getting dressed for the day, and felt his heartbeat speed up just seeing the name. My Heart. He smiled, despite himself, and ran a hand through his sunny hair, trying to calm down.
He actually really liked fighting beside Alistaire. What the Sun division exercise had taught him most was that he could count on Alistaire, that Alistaire was indeed capable and that if Harland fell Alistaire would be there to pull him out of disaster.
That's what he believed, anyway. And he'd been thinking that maybe their fighting styles could be entirely complimentary, if they trained. Harland stopped dressing, undressed, and put on more mission-friendly clothes. His jeans, his chaps (good for rough work, after all), his red cowboy boots (a permanent feature). He tied his red bandanna on, rolled up the sleeves of his buttoned-up plaid shirt over its charcoal tanktop and left his room, locking the door behind him.
He was beaming widely even by the time he got to the lighthouse, whistling an Elvis tune to himself. When he arrived, however, he saw that there was already a woman with Alistaire. It didn't put Harland off, though he did stop right in his tracks as he was about to hit on Alistaire again. Obviously.
Harland also liked to behave. "Good mornin', sweetheart," he greeted her warmly, tipping his cowboy hat down. His accent had, over the past while, tipped its scales: it was far more his irish roots than it had been in forever, and far less his texan family's influence. "I'm Harland Leander Belle, an' might I assume you're here for the Mission as well? Or did ye wander across our Alistaire by chance?" he said, looping his thumbs into his belt loops and occupying a lot of space with his stance.
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Posted: Fri Jun 27, 2014 9:19 pm
Alistaire supposed that, eventually, one day, he would have to learn to wear clothing more appropriate for missions in which he would be required to do manual labor, seeing as how dress slacks and silk vests and pristine white shirts were hardly appropriate attire.
Today was not that day.
Dressed as impeccably as ever, in a black vest with an emerald green tie over his black dress shirt, Alistaire gave Molly Finn a slight smile, the corners of his lips twitching upwards in amusement. She was still the same as when he'd last seen her, all eagerness and smiles and friendliness. It made him question her actual abilities, but since she was an Intermediate, he supposed it meant she was at least somewhat capable.
The fact that she was simple minded and naive made things easier as well.
"Good morning, Miss Finn," he greeted her, not quite warmly, but not quite coldly either, somewhere in between; a cool sort of disinterest as Alistaire tugged on a fresh pair of gloves, wiggling his fingers into the soft black fabric. He heard footsteps and knew that Harland had arrived, half because his whistle gave him away, and half because the word sweetheart nearly made him choke in a mixture of surprise and outrage - until he noticed that it wasn't directed at him.
Harland was beaming at Molly, which shouldn't have been a surprise. Alistaire pressed his lips together, not bothering to correct the "our Alistaire" part of the sentence, and instead focused on his gloves again, studiously trying to ignore the way his heart skittered in his chest at the mere sound of his voice.
He was pathetic. Totally pathetic.
"Good morning, Mr. Belle," he said without looking at Harland. "This is Molly Finn, an...acquaintance of mine," he said, for a lack of a better term. "Miss Finn, this is Harland Belle, as he's already so generously introduced himself."
He didn't mention how he knew him or anything about their relationship, instead giving the pair of them (such a strange pair, he thought) a vague sort of smile, gesturing in the direction of the lighthouse.
"Shall we, then?"
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Posted: Fri Jun 27, 2014 9:32 pm
"Good morning-oh! Please!" She went a bit wide eyed. "Just Molly! Please! I don't feel worthy to be called Miss Finn." She informed him seriously with a nod. But then...there there was someone new! Molly turned towards the new comer, and she gasped, her eyes going wider and she looked absolutely delighted. It was a real life cowboy. "Oh my goodness!" She exclaimed, just pleased as punch and oh so excited as she took in the appearance of Harland. " It's like Brokeback Mountain!!" She squealed, looking between Harland and Alistaire. Sadly it was the first thing she could think of off the top of her head that had cowboys in it. "Because he's a cowboy and you're so well dressed! Except...it...takes place in Ireland! Because of your accent!...And hopefully no one passes away at the end..." She looked saddened by this briefly before she was looking back at Harland now, her face just all smiles. "It's so nice to meet you, Harland! I'm Molly!" Nevermind that Alistaire just introduced her. "Oh, no! Alistaire is my friend! I met him during Underwater Pod Observation Duty!" Her cheeks were hurting from smiling so much, but she didn't care. "I'm ready!" She chirped.
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Posted: Fri Jun 27, 2014 9:42 pm
Harland was having a very hard time not telling Alistaire he was handsome. Instead, he just smiled at Alistaire for a heartbeat, his face growing red and warm. He looked back to Molly, who was a pleasant distraction, albeit very cheerful. It reminded him of Abbi, and he tried not to feel overwhelmed by the sheer waves of friendliness and energy rolling off her. "Pleased t' make your acquaintance, Miss Molly Finn, Molly if it pleases ye," Harland said, and then he laughed despite himself.
Harland loved all movies with cowboys ever made, and as a result, he had, in fact, seen Brokeback Mountain. It was an attractive movie, he couldn't lie. But he wouldn't say which of them he'd found more attractive, no. That was a secret he'd take to his grave. Harland wasn't sure that Brokeback Mountain had taken place in Ireland, but-- oh, she meant that their version would be in Ireland.
He resisted pointing out they were all going to die at the end, because she seemed so buoyant and he'd hate to burst her bubble with a morbid though sincere assertion like that.
"Underwater, hmm?" Harland asked, a sly smile creeping onto his face, replaced promptly by an innocent grin as he looked sidelong at Alistaire, thinking about the pool. And the showers.
"By all means, Molly, luv, let's be on our way?" Harland was trying very hard to contain his laughter and amusement at this situation, but he was also kind of sad somewhere deep in his heart that he couldn't sneak Alistaire aside to kiss him in greeting.
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kuropeco rolled 1 100-sided dice:
84
Total: 84 (1-100)
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Posted: Fri Jun 27, 2014 9:58 pm
Alistaire was having the strangest feeling that this was all a very bad idea.
There wasn't much he could do about it now, even if that gut feeling was right. They were already here, the portal was waiting, and Alistaire was determined to come back victorious from their little mission, even if it was not on as large a scale as many of the other missions.
Molly was giving Harland a starry eyed look. Alistaire resisted the urge to reach out and pinch her nose in an effort to shock her back into reality, though this urge dissipated the instant she said the words Brokeback Mountain; because even Alistaire, in his disdain for most things, knew what movie that was.
His face flushed crimson. He missed entirely what Molly had said about them being friends, instead gaping at her in astonishment before snapping his jaw hastily shut, because there was no way no way she could have known that they were...that he and Harland were...
Harland was not exactly helping the situation. Alistaire's face now somewhat resembled a tomato.
"Quit dawdling and move," he snapped, brushing past the both of them as he gritted his teeth to try and stop the furious blush that had spread across his face. He rubbed a gloved hand at his cheeks and attempted to drag back his normal calm, cool facade as he stepped through the portal.
He'd barely taken two steps down the sidewalk before he heard it - a terrible crack from beneath his feet, and Alistaire let out a startled yell, staggering backwards into Harland as something exploded in front of him. He coughed, choked, and gagged, a hand at his throat as he stumbled back upright, his eyes flashing as he summoned Grimshaw.
His stomach gave an unpleasant lurch. Alistaire shuddered, clapping his hand over his mouth in an effort to not vomit.
"The hell - "Quote: 81- 100: BOSS ENCOUNTER: - As you continue walking down the sidewalk you hear a large crack, followed by another. A strange gas explodes from underneath, making you extremely dizzy, as you cough to figure out what is going on, fighting for air now. You have exposed your entire team to a hallucinogen, making everything more terrifying than ever as your vision swims and hops uncontrollably and your hearing becomes muted. Something creaks, groans, lurches underneath you, but is that your imagination? - BOSS MECHANICS: This boss is a mob that has collective 100 HP. Every time you attack it (following the general battle rules), you TAKE 8 damage. AS you can't really see the boss, most of it will have to be dependent on what you can see, if anything at all, from strange faceless figures lurching, half-hopping towards you to the smiling dead coming back and swiping at you. Make sure to tally the boss's total HP (the damage you did to it) at the bottom of your post as well as your total HP and the damage you did that round. If the boss's HP hits 0, you have defeated it, and your team can now take the portal back.
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Lucyal rolled 2 10-sided dice:
9, 4
Total: 13 (2-20)
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Posted: Fri Jun 27, 2014 11:15 pm
Molly was just over the moon elated with happiness right now. She was so excited! A new person, going on a mission with a friend! Eeee! Luckily she was pretty dense in that she didn't seem to catch any of the 'atmosphere' between Harland and Alistaire, and was, for the most part, content in her own little world of friends and cowboys and missions and hopefully, success. Though, she couldn't help but notice that Alistaire's face was getting red. "Oh um...are you alright?" She asked, though startled as Alistaire snapped at them, and she smiled sheepishly as she ducked her head. "Y-yes! Right away! I'm sorry!" She filed in after Alistaire and Harland, through the portal, and it seemed they wouldn't have to investigate too long, if at all. Molly let out a yelp, and while Alistaire stumbled back into Harland, she instead reached up to protect herself with her arms. Everything was swimming, and after the explosion and the flash, her ears were ringing. Oh no. Molly's earlier joy was now replaced by fear and worry, but they were here for a job...even if she wasn't entirely sure what she was supposed to be attacking. The trainee's knees were shaking, but wanted to see her new friends safe, she summoned her weapon and was the first to charge into battle. Her lance dozed into a faceless, shadowy figure, though once she knocked it down more seemed to ooze up in its place. Quote: HP: 42 / 50
DMG: 7
Charge: 1 / 3
BOSS HP: 93 / 100
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Face your demons rolled 2 8-sided dice:
8, 8
Total: 16 (2-16)
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Posted: Fri Jun 27, 2014 11:55 pm
Mentally, Harland tried to push that very well-known scene from Brokeback Mountain out of his head, but it was very difficult when he started to picture-- He cleared his throat, as scarlet as Alistaire had become. He adjusted his bandanna, and tried very very hard not to picture anything else.
He liked Molly. This, he had decided. Harland shook his head, smiling. "Don’ apologize to him for his bein’ impatient, Molly," he said, a sly grin on his face as he looked not at Molly, but at Alistaire.
He was surprised that Molly was Alistaire’s friend. And yet, somehow, not; he was not surprised because Molly seemed like the exact kind of sweet to put up with Alistaire’s cold fronts. Like a natural inoculation. Still, he didn’t want her to get hurt by one of them. Maybe it’d be okay. Who knew.
Harland was not on guard when they started to walk the sidewalks on the other side of the portal. He was lost in thought, watching Alistaire ahead of him, smiling to himself. That was short-lived. The crack was first, the loud sound startling Harland out of his reverie. But not into action, no; that would be altogether too useful, and Harland was never very good at adapting quickly to new information.
The exception being when Alistaire stumbled back, Harland’s arms immediately went up to catch him. "I’ve got you," he whispered, quickly, before relinquishing his grip so that he could summon Coyote. His vision was swimming, and his skull felt several sizes too small for his brain.
He grimaced in pain, and talked to Coyote: I can’t see a thing, can’t hear, I’m working blind, Harland said, deeply worried.
☆≼Trust me, Cowboy. We’ll do this together. After all, you did promise Alistaire,≽ Coyote said, half mocking, half reassuring. It was hard to tell which half was which.
☆≼Push past Alistaire and Molly, strike out with a sweep. It will buy us some time. Three steps forward, Cowboy; don’t mind the heaving underfoot, just do it,≽ Coyote told him, calm and assured.
Harland did exactly what he was told, deploying the hookshot into the shambling, smiling dead, and raking its thick, razor-wire-adorned cable across the mob.Quote: HP: 32 / 40 [?]
DMG: 10
Charge: 1 / 3
BOSS HP: 83 / 100
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kuropeco rolled 2 8-sided dice:
4, 2
Total: 6 (2-16)
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Posted: Sat Jun 28, 2014 11:16 am
"I'm fine," was Alistaire's forceful reply, though clearly this was not the case at all. He rubbed at his reddened cheeks, attempting to dispel some of the flush that had crept onto them, and then promptly gave Harland a dirty look, as though this was somehow all his fault. It wasn't, but it made him feel better to just scowl at Harland anyway, even though he was under the impression that it would do no good.
Harland's hands on his arms to catch him, along with the added whisper, made him flush even more, but Alistaire had already gotten back upright, and he could hear the gentle clink of his own weapon as he dragged the chains along the ground. It was somehow reassuring, and he gripped Grimshaw tightly, taking a deep breath.
Something slammed into him; Alistaire felt as though his head was going to burst.
"What the hell is happening," he snarled out, and the chains went whipping as he attempted to strike at anything he could see that was moving out in the fog that swirled around them. He tried very hard to ignore the way his thoughts were rapidly spiraling into anxiety and chaos, focusing instead on Molly just in front of him, and Harland just behind him.
"Miss Finn, have you encountered something like this before?"
HP: 32
DMG: 0 because alistaire fails at life
CHARGE: 0 / 3
BOSS HP: 83 / 100
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Lucyal rolled 2 10-sided dice:
4, 9
Total: 13 (2-20)
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Posted: Sat Jun 28, 2014 12:07 pm
Molly couldn't remember the last time she felt this bad on a mission before. The world was bright and spinning and her hear was still whacked. She couldn't shake off that awful ringing sound, and it sounded like her teammates' voices were gargling through water. She almost didn't register that Alistaire was speaking to her, between the headache and the title he addressed her by. "Huh!?" She glanced back over her shoulder at him worriedly. "N-not...this exactly, but situations like it, yes! Hang in there, you two! We can do this!" That being said after Harland tore through the mob, she followed suit, piercing through them with her lance. Quote: HP: 34 / 50
DMG: 7
Charge: 2 / 3
BOSS HP: 76 / 100
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Face your demons rolled 2 8-sided dice:
7, 2
Total: 9 (2-16)
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Posted: Sun Jun 29, 2014 4:17 pm
The reason Harland didn't like Alistaire's I'm fine was simple: it would probably always be a lie. It was a placeholder, so that something was said, even if that something meant nothing. Still, it was no surprise, especially with someone else around. In fact, Harland thought Alistaire was being strangely well-behaved towards him, given how he'd acted in the past around external influence. Perhaps he was a little more comfortable around Molly than most.
Harland beamed a litle more broadly as Alistaire gave him a dirty look, tried to ignore the light feeling in his heart and the dizziness in his head.
Harland was humming an old Irish folk song under his breath. His senses were in pieces, it was true, but his memory would be largely intact: he tried to move based on memory, navigating the remnants of data he'd skimmed despite being distracted by Alistaire.
"It'll be fine, I'm sure," Harland said. He tried not to believe it was a lie. "Perfect, Molly luv, you show the hordes what you're made of," Harland encouraged her, though he wasn't sure it was clear, since his voice sounded broken in his own ears. He smiled at her as best he could despite feeling like he might be sick.
Flashes of Auberon's face kept layering over everything: Alistaire, Molly, the grinning shambling bodies. Harland was starting to freak out again.
☆≼Listen to my voice, Cowboy. Would I ever lead you astray?≽
In a heartbeat, Harland joked, smiling to himself, as he prepared another attack.Quote: HP: 24 / 40
DMG: 3
Charge: 2 / 3
BOSS HP: 73 / 100 lol guys I think we're going to die
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kuropeco rolled 2 8-sided dice:
7, 4
Total: 11 (2-16)
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Posted: Sun Jun 29, 2014 11:08 pm
Everything was making his head dizzy, and he felt nauseated and ill. Alistaire pushed his sweaty hair back away from his face, took a breath (a regretful action, since he nearly heaved the contents of his stomach out), and tried to attack again, the chains whipping around.
He could say I'm fine all he wanted, but it would never be anything more than just that - I'm fine. It was a facade, a fake, a statement that was never true and never used in the right capacity. Harland knew, because Harland was Harland, and he seemed to always know, in spite of Alistaire's many attempts at hiding it.
"I...don't like this..." he hissed out through his teeth. He staggered a little more, and he could see the vague images of Harland and Molly passing in front of his vision. Alistaire groped for them in the foggy darkness, then drew back as though he'd been stung, squeezing his eyes shut.
"What the hell is even happening?!"
HP: 26
DMG: 0 because alistaire fails at life
CHARGE: 1 / 3
BOSS HP: 68 / 100
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Lucyal rolled 2 10-sided dice:
7, 6
Total: 13 (2-20)
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Posted: Mon Jun 30, 2014 2:25 pm
"I-I'll try!" Molly replied shakily to Harland and his encouragement, and couldn't shake off the horrible feeling in her gut. The worrying. This wasn't good at all! She wasn't feel good, and it was rather obvious her team mates weren't either. Molly kept on trying though, piercing her lance through the mob once more. She, sadly, did not have a good answer for Alistaire's question, and thus did not answer. She kept her head down and kept on striking. Quote: HP: 26 / 50
DMG: 7
Charge: 3 / 3
BOSS HP: 61 / 100
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