The mission report gives you the location of a high school, a class schedule, and a profile. For those who look young enough, they get the opportunity to pose as a student. More mature hunters have to pose as substitute teachers. Instructions detail odd occurrences and at least one missing persons report. It's up to you to blend, investigate, and remove whatever is preying on the school.
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Day 1 : Blending
The school is mostly empty, except for those who are attending summer school classes. There's a certain eeriness to the empty halls that make the one's filled with students all the more jarring.
Roll 1 d4:
1. You're cornered by an aggressively inquisitive student: they want to know who you are, why you're showing up out of the blue, where you're from. You can accept them as an ally of sorts, to use in investigating the school. If you don't, they will continue to appear the rest of the mission anyway. 2. The principal calls you into his office and gives you a speech about how recently there have problems at the school, but that there is no need to worry. It becomes clear he suspects you are an undercover reporter. You see him periodically throughout the rest of your mission, nervously checking on you. 3. A teacher grabs your arm as you pass them in the hallway, pulling you into an empty room. They give you a hushed ultimatum: if you're here to make things worse or are just indulging morbid curiosity, then you can just leave. You can either play innocent and they will be constantly nearby and watching you for the rest of the mission, or you can give them some variation of the truth that will have them helping you. 4. Within the first few hours, you find a love note in your pocket. You being to feel watched and followed the rest of your mission, and other small notes and even gifts appear. They may be simply cute and innocent, but they may also have a sinister quality. This presence may help or hinder you.
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Day 2: Investigation
Roll 1 d4
1. Shady Deals
Select one or several or all from these prompts: - You overhear mention of the stuff from several students who don't notice you. - You find someone frightened and shaking in the bathroom, but they won't tell you what's wrong or what scared them. - You see a group huddled together, and glimpse money changing hands. Later you recognize one of them, hiding in a janitor's closet.
2. Potential
Select one or several or all from these prompts: - You notice a student covered in bruises that weren't there earlier in the day. - There's a notice on the bulletin boards about reporting any bug nests, as summer infestations continue to be a problem. - In the basement, you find several areas covered in rat traps. - A student who's standoffish is pointed out to you. They're considered weird/spooky/crazy and most people give them a wide berth.
3. The Exchange Student
Select one or several or all from these prompts: - You notice a student who's seems a bit "off." - In the locker rooms you find the remnants of something likely not human, be it hair, scales, slime, or some other substance. - Several students leave giggling during lunch. When you seem them in class later, they appear pale and spooked.
4. Wild Card Select your choice of the above prompts.
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Day 3: Removal
Shady Deals Your investigations lead you to a student selling small candies you may recognize as similar to FEAR candies to students.
Encounter
Roll 1 d4
1. The Dealer is a normal human student. They can be convinced to lead you to the one who gave them the drugs to sell. The person you find is someone who looks uncannily similar to another hunter, Obadiah Thompson, though he lacks the more recent scars. The man does not recognize you. Mob: Hunter Clone HP: 60 + regen (it will heal constantly, blood being sucked back into wounds and sealed over as if nothing happened) Auto Damage: 5 Special: Every time you do 8 or more damage, you may remove a limb. Remove 2 limbs, and you will capture the clone.
Should you fail, the person you encountered on Day 1 will rescue you. Roll 1 d10 to determine if they survive. (6-10 means they live.)
2. The Dealer is a creature of Halloween in disguise. Upon seeing you they try to run. Roll 1d20 to keep them from escaping, 13-20 is success. Mob: Dealer Creature (species/race is your choice) HP: 40 Auto Damage: 3 Special: If you bring their HP between 1-5 then you may capture them and bring them back to Deus. Otherwise they dissipate when they hit 0.
Should you fail, the person you encountered on Day 1 will rescue you. Roll 1 d10 to determine if they survive. (6-10 means they live.)
3. The Dealer is a human student. They seem a bit older than most, and when confronted, draw a knife bearing electric yellow runes. Mob: Human Dealer HP: 25 Auto Damage: 8 Special: If you bring their HP between 1-5 then you may capture them and bring them back to Deus. Otherwise they die, but you will still be able to retrieve their weapon.
Should you fail, the person you encountered on Day 1 will rescue you. Roll 1 d10 to determine if they survive. (6-10 means they live.)
4. Wild Card Select your choice of the above prompts.
Potential Your investigations lead you to believe one of the students is a potential hunter who is attracting dangerous attention.
Encounter
Roll 1 d4
1. The student doesn't come to school today. After checking their records, you find out where they live and go to check on them. What you find is a very quiet house, filled only with the buzz of flies as they gather around the bodies of the family within. After several minutes, several of the bodies being to move, and then stagger to their feet. Beetles crawl out their mouths and wounds, and you see small shapes moving underneath their skin. They move toward you. Mob Bug Puppets HP: 10 x 3 attackers Auto Damage: 2 per remaining attacker. Special: If you miss twice in a row, you feel something enter your body, either through your eyes, ears, nose, mouth, or an open wound. Add 1 to your modifier every time this happens. (-7 instead of -6 and so on.) This does not affect charge attacks.
2. The student doesn't come to school today. After checking their records, you find out where they live and go to check on them. The house looks normal at first, but when you pass through the gate, you're faced with a family under attack. They have barricaded themselves within the house as a massive swarm of beetles tries to break in. You hear the warning sound of glass windows beginning to crack. Mob Bug Swarm HP: 30 Auto Damage: 5 Special: If you miss twice in a row, a window breaks open and they begin to attack the family. For every three rolls you make after this, a family member dies.
Should your HP drop to 0, the person you encountered on Day 1 will rescue you. Roll 1 d10 to determine if they survive. (6-10 means they live.)
Should the potential hunter survive, you have the option of recruiting them. If they refuse you need to call for a memory blank for all surviving members of the family. A security watch will placed on the family, and their records will be sifted through for bloodline information, but your job there is done.
3. The student shows up at school, and with some encouragements, begins to talk about the things they see that other people don't. You have the option to either recruit them then and there, or leave if for another hunter to do later. If they refuse the offer, you need to call in to have the memory of this day erased. A security watch will placed on the family, and their records will be sifted through for bloodline information, but your job there is done.
4. Wild Card Select your choice of the above prompts.
The Exchange Student Your investigations lead you to believe one of the students is not human at all.
Encounter
Roll 1 d4
1. The student is actually human, with an intense interest in costuming, makeup, and special effects. You find out that most of the odd occurrences were in fact, a small theatre group of students, trying to create their own "found footage" movie within the school. The case has been debunked.
2. The student is a creature of Halloween. They are friendly toward you and mention that they are a member of DETH and ask many questions, some of them possibly of a moral nature. You can choose to try to fight them, but they will not fight back, instead either running away, or taking your attacks until they dissipate. If you want to convince them to be voluntarily weaponized, roll 1d20. 10 and higher means they come to Deus with you.
3. The student is a creature of Halloween and they ******** hate you. They attack as soon as they realize what you are. Mob: Creature Student (your choice of species/race) HP: 40 Auto Damage: 3 Special: If you bring their HP between 1-5 then you may capture them and bring them back to Deus. Otherwise they dissipate when they hit 0.
Should you fail, the person you encountered on Day 1 will rescue you. Roll 1 d10 to determine if they survive. (6-10 means they live.)
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Day 3: Resolution
The person who you encountered or Day 1 (should they still be alive) has witnessed you do some possibly questionable, illegal, or logically impossible things. It's up to you how you explain things and part ways with them.
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Posted: Fri Jul 18, 2014 9:04 am
Instead of mulling over who he could blackmail ask to go with him, Ripley turned his attention to the file folder he had rescued from Chel. He had a few minutes to get ahead of the curve before the portal opened and the mission started, and he was going to use every precious second to his advantage. He had to, if he wanted to stay alive.
High School. Odd Occurrences. Missing Persons.
It sounded tricky, but not overwhelmingly difficult. He turned the pages, looking over the profile that was designated as 'substitute teacher' - though he did note that it was vague, and left out any important details that could distinguish the investigating Hunter's gender. The student profile was the same. Not that it mattered - he could pretend well enough, though he doubted most of this information would not be even inquired about. Like favourite colour. Or that brief note of a favourite weekend hobby that he glazed over because he didn't feel it was important.
He looked down at himself, and decided what he was wearing was fine enough for the mission - all he'd have to do was take off his jacket. So, without looking at his phone to see if anyone had replied to his texts, he left on his mission.
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Posted: Fri Jul 18, 2014 9:07 am
Ripley stared at the small, single-floor high school that was in front of him. It was modest, and quiet, and everything a high school wasn't. It looked more like an elementary school from his own home town, but the sign-age on the building said otherwise.
Wesmor Community High School; 1819 14th Ave W, Prince Albert, Saskatchewan, Canada. The address matched up - and he had a small snicker at the town's name, so he knew he wasn't misremembering - and the building looked like the one in the file folder. This had to be the one. In the back of his mind, Wilhelm muttered something akin to warning; he could sense that something was wrong, which only further solidified that he was in the right place.
He went through the motions; he introduced himself to the Principal, had a small chat with him and the secretary, and finally strolled into his classroom a good five minutes after the bell had rung. All eyes were on him as he crossed the room with the ease of someone who spoke to large gatherings of strangers countless times before. On the chalkboard, he wrote his current fake name.
"Good Afternoon." He replied curtly, setting the chalk down and dusting off his gloved hands. "My name is Trevor Jones, and I am substituting for Mrs. Mary Cross for the next week." The blank stares that met him did not surprise him in the slightest; to them, he was nothing. Very few people respected a substitute, and the others sought to disrupt the class, simply because they could. A few hands shot up, but he ignored them - one brave student tried to speak out of turn, and he cut them off.
"Mrs. Cross will be fine. She left me her syllabus so class will continue without a hitch, so yes you will still need to hand in your homework." A few of the students snickered, and the once-brave one announced his displeasure with a loud, echoing groan. The trainee allowed himself a small smile.
"Now, please pass forward your homework from last night, and let's get started."
~*~*~
He pushed through the material for the class that day, but thankfully this group vaguely remembered this material from the actual school year. When he finished the board was filled and packed with neat hand writing, small crude chalk drawings that probably made more sense while they were being drawn, and the class looked exhausted and more glossy-eyed than they had when he started. He took an obvious look at his pocket watch - Wilhelm's totem, which emitted a soft, almost unnoticeable glow - and then back up at the class.
"We made good time." Ripley (or, for today, Trevor) nodded, pleased. "Do you want to move ahead to tomorrow's class, or have quiet study time for the remaining forty minutes?" Every single person in the class screamed STUDY TIME in unison, as if they were desperate to avoid any more biology talk until the next day. He didn't blame them - he had pushed them on purpose. He had a mission for Deus, but he couldn't deny having a job to do here, either.
"Alright - I'll be here if you have any questions." The pale man turned, seemingly beginning to ignore them to instead focus on cleaning the board of today's lesson, but he was listening to the crowd. There was nothing more honest and open than a group of teenagers who thought they weren't supervised, and it wasn't long before he began to hear some curious - and concerning - whispers.
"Who are you?" A cheerful voice sounded, startling Ripley from his eavesdropping. Pausing in his work scrubbing down the board, he looked over his shoulder at the small framed girl with dark black hair - the one who had tried to interrupt him at the beginning of class, he noted. He stared at her for a moment, then looked pointedly to the corner of the board where he had written Trevor Jones, for those who had a hard time remembering names.
"I mean who are you really?" The girl pressed, frowning at him. When he turned to face her, he gave her a strange look, and it was her turn to cut him off. "This is a small town, Mr. Jones, and I've never heard of you before. Our substitute is almost always Mrs. O'Brien! So, who are you?" She had him trapped by the chalkboard and there was still a good half hour of class left - he was stuck. This girl was on to something...and about to blow his cover only moments after getting here.
"Mrs. O'Brien wasn't available." He explained after a careful moment of thought. "And, if you must know, I recently transferred school districts." He lied, trying to throw off the girl's scent. It was obvious to anyone that she was scrutinizing him, and he had to wonder if she was a die-hard fan of some conspiracy show, or perhaps she played too many video games - he certainly never questioned the true identity of a substitute teacher while he was a student!
Though, now that he thought about it, he had to wonder if any of them had been what he is now: a fake, investigating something.
"Alright, fine - so, where're you from?" He gave the answer that was not on the profile, but fit his original lie: Saskatoon. It was close enough to be plausible, and it satisfied the curious girl, who went on to chatter about her family there, and her friends, and some of the shops she had visited. He nodded along, lost and confused and likely showing it in his surprise, but offered enough open-ended, vague responses to keep her from pressing too much into his story. In turn, all he had learned about her that had any use was that her name was Holly Kett, and that she carried a rather striking resemblance to his own chatty, overly inquisitive friend.
"Out of curiousity...What did you think I was?" He asked as the conversation dwindled down. The girl had found out everything about him that had been on the profile - up to and including the favourite colour and pass-time that he hadn't even bothered to read. No attempts to get her to go back to homework worked, and apparently his authority only lasted as long as there was an audience. The rest of the class was a loud drone of voices, which meant he currently possessed zero authority at the moment.
"Oh, I don't know. I guess I've just been watching too many movies..." She laughed non-committally, and glanced to the side in a gesture that would have seemed innocent to anyone but him. He opened his mouth to press the issue - but the bell rang, and the girl disappeared, along with the rest of the class, into the hallway.
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1: You're cornered by an aggressively inquisitive student: they want to know who you are, why you're showing up out of the blue, where you're from. You can accept them as an ally of sorts, to use in investigating the school. If you don't, they will continue to appear the rest of the mission anyway.
Enoh Love rolled 1 4-sided dice:
4Total: 4 (1-4)
Posted: Fri Jul 18, 2014 11:53 am
Ripley spent some time investigating the school after the students and other teachers had left. He learned the layout by wandering the two hallways and the many rooms, and lied to the janitorial staff to ensure they would leave him to his wanderings. It was easy to lie and say he wanted to know the layout, and even easier when he had no shame over it. In a situation like this he didn't care what the staff would say about the over-achieving substitute; their safety was first, not what they thought of him.
Though he had found nothing glaringly suspicious, Wilhelm kept muttering that there was something very wrong here. In the year or so he had been a Hunter, he had learned to put a lot of faith into his weapon's judgement; if he said something was wrong here, then something was most certainly wrong here. What it was, neither of them knew. They just had to keep playing.
The Janitorial staff eventually kicked him out, and he then spent time in his hotel room researching the area. It was clean. Suspiciously too clean. Perhaps, he thought, Wilhelm was wrong, or at least off base.
He still had time, though. He wasn't counting his partner wrong just yet.
~*~*~
Ripley rose early and headed to the school early to mark the previous day's homework, and once that was done he was free to roam the small school. He listened to the students, he quietly and nonchalantly followed those who muttered things that sounded promising. There was a surprising amount of talk about zombies and the supernatural, but after three or four of the exact same story, down to the dialogue, he realized that it wasn't actual paranormal occurrences - they were talking about a movie that was supposedly in theatres.
Wilhelm was laughing in unusual delight as Ripley grumbled, and tried to forget anything he had heard about that damned ******** movies.
He continued his search then, a little more sceptical about what he was hearing when it involved anything non-human, but it wasn't until he was sitting in the cafeteria before his class that he heard the first whispers of the stuff. At first he was ready to dismiss it on the ground that it sounded like simple drugs, but the more he heard about it and the more he actively tried to listen to whisperings about it, the less it sounded like anything he knew existed. The question then became, was this related to his work here, or was it simply a case of teenagers looking for a new high?
A glance at his watch told him that it was almost time for class, and so his ponderings here would have to be put on hold. He stood and turned to head to his class -
"Mr. Jones!" Holly's voice cut through the air, and Ripley turned to face her not because he was reacting to a name, but because he was reacting to the urgency in her voice. She froze a few paces ahead of him, already beginning to backtrack the way she came; she held his gaze though, and pointed dramatically down the hallway with one hand while the other reached for him, as if trying to make him hurry.
"Chris - the bathroom! I think she needs help!"
~*~*~
"Move!" He barked at the students that blocked the entrance to the girl's bathroom, pushing past the few that stubbornly tried to see in. His focus was on what he was about to see, and all he wanted was to get everyone out of the way. The fact that Holly had followed him inside didn't actively cross his mind, so long as she was behind him. A few stragglers that had managed to be inside the bathrooms when he arrived were quickly removed, ordered out on a sharp word and a harsh glare.
'Chris' was found inside the last stall, squished in the small space between the toilet and the brick wall. She was curled into a ball, and her hands were tight on the hood of her vest, pulled low over her face. There was very little space to move, but she was rocking back and forth, muttering to herself.
"Chris-" He stepped closer, and she screamed. In that moment he froze and put out his gloved hands in an attempt to ease her, but it clearly didn't work. "It's okay." His voice dipped softly, burying his own nerves in an effort to calm hers. "It'll be okay. I'm not here to hurt you, I promise." It was a silly gesture, but he crossed his heart for her. If she noticed, she never showed it. As he continued to assure her he moved closer, until he was crouched in front of her.
Her eyes were wide and panicked, moving quickly from one thing to the next. Her whole body was trembling, and every now and then she froze, not even daring to breathe, before she continued shaking like a leaf.
"What's happened?" He inquired. "What happened?" He repeated. "Are you okay?" Silence. "Chris, I need you to tell me what's going on." He urged, and when he was met with silence again, he turned to look at Holly. "Go get the Principal. Call her parents. I'll stay here with her." The black haired girl, who had gone white as a sheet, ran off to do as she was told. There were a few other students behind him, but for the most part they were whispering to themselves. Knowing this, he leaned in again, keeping the conversation between himself and the poor, terrified girl.
"What did you see?" For the first time, her gaze zoned in on him with a focus she hadn't had before. In that moment he was sure she was about to say something, but only an unintelligible grumble passed her lips.
~*~*~
His surprisingly eventful day died down as quickly as it had started. Chris was on her way to the hospital, Holly in tow, and all anyone could talk about was the incident in the bathrooms, and the white-haired substitute that gave them the creeps. They segregated into their own groups and cliques, forming theories or discussing movies, and once he was sure he had seen someone pass something off to someone else.
An exchange? Hm.
He kept note of the group, casting a glance to each of them, especially the ones that had handed over money.
~*~*~
The incident in the bathroom lead him to believe that there was something to this stuff he had heard about, and with that in mind he patrolled the School once more after hours, now having something more solid to focus on and look for. As he had the first night he checked every room, looked in every drawer even if he had to pick the lock to do so. And, just as he had the first night, he came out empty-handed. Whatever was happening here, was happening very quietly.
His last check was the Janitor's closet. He opened it with the bored disinterest of knowing he would find nothing - so imagine his surprise when he discovered one of the kids from earlier, huddled under the standalone sink, crying in fright.
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4: Wildcard Prompt: Shady Deals
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4Total: 4 (1-4)
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Posted: Fri Jul 18, 2014 11:55 am
<< Ripley. >>
Ripley reached out with a groggy groan, blindly patting the empty space beside him on the bed.
<< Ripley. >>
Oh. Right. He rolled over and flopped his arm out again, this time patting the table blindly. His glasses fell to the floor with a small thud. The alarm clock, once it was in his hand, was quickly proven to be silent. Next was his phone, which sat nearby, quietly blinking away in an attempt to alert him to unread messages.
<< Ripley. >>
This time, he smacked his own head with both hands as if there was a snooze button there. There was nobody beside him. The alarm clock wasn't working. His phone didn't spontaneously start speaking...so the voice had to have been in his head.
Oh. Wait.
"What, Wilhelm?" He grumbled, rubbing his now sore face as if to hide his waking stupidity. The weapon wasn't fooled, but was for the moment smart enough to let that mistake rest. For now.
<< You haven't eaten in two days. >>
"I ate last night." He insisted, annoyed that his weapon had woken him up for something so silly. His alarm was going to go off any minute now, couldn't this have waited?!
<< No you didn't. >>
"I did. I ordered room service." He sat up and very carefully put his feet on the ground, careful to not stomp on his glasses, and eventually did lean over to pat the ground for them. Fingers touched cold glass, and he pulled them closer to slide them onto his face.
<< You did, but- >> Wilhelm insisted, sternly enough to force Ripley's sleepy attention on the far table where his last night's meal sat beside his laptop and notes, completely untouched. Not a fry out of place from the night before.
There was a moment of silence that followed, one that ended with a rather loud grumble of Ripley's very empty stomach.
~*~*~
When he arrived at school that morning he was armed with the knowledge he had acquired from the teen he rescued from the janitor's closet. He had a name and a class as a lead, and that was more important to him than the food that was now in his stomach - a point that Wilhelm argued by means of unhappy grumbles.
He interrupted the class in question - the last one of the day, really - to call the kid into the hallway, much to the confusion of everyone in the room. He lied, feigning an emergency, and the moment he had the kid, whose name happened to be Matt Ranger, out of range of any in session classes, he stopped moving.
"What are you selling to the other kids?" Ripley pressed immediately, reaching out to grab Matt's arm before he could flee.
"HEY let go of me! I'm not selling anything!" Matt continued to fight him on the issue, and Ripley just became more annoyed with each offensively defensive word. After being called a ****** for the forth time and a threat to scream, the trainee snapped. He had no time for this. He let go of the teen, and took his phone from his pocket. He dialed a stream of ten digits, and put the phone to his ear. Matt, who had yet to stop threatening, finally paused. "Who are you--"
"Hello, Prince Albert Police Department? Yes, hello. My name is Trevor Jones, I'm a substitute at Wesmor High." He glanced at the kid from the corner of his eye, and internally delighted to see what the colour was draining from the young man's face. "I have reason to believe that one of my students, a Ma--"
"HOLD UP!" The kid cried out, grabbing Ripley's arm in an attempt to steal his phone. "Be cool! I'll talk, I'll talk!" In one quick motion, Ripley closed his phone, which hadn't even sent the call to the police, and tucked it into his pocket.
"Tell me everything you know, and the truth this time please, Mr. Ranger."
~*~*~
Ripley rolled a small candy between his fingers, one that looked an awful lot like the ones the techs fed to the captured minipets. Wilhelm was muttering to himself, but the general gist was that this candy was radiating small amounts of FEAR - no wonder Chris and the Janitor Closet boy was so panicked, and why Matt had so many buyers. It was an experience they'd never forget, he was sure.
The police threat had worked better than he had ever imagined, and all it took to make Matt take him directly to the culprit was a simple reach into his pocket. He hadn't even needed to say the word police, and the poor kid was spooked into taking him directly to the source. Honestly, he was glad it worked; if it hadn't, he would have had no other option but to summon Wilhelm...and he imagined that wouldn't go over very well at all.
Matt had lead him to the soccer field behind the school, and waited. The school filtered out and the teachers left, but the pair remained. The teen sat on the field, and Ripley tried to stay out of sight, not entirely wanting to answer the question of why he was alone with a student well after school was over.
He got enough of something similar back home, thank you.
"That's him." Matt finally said, pointing to a rather thin man that appeared in the yard, walking alone. Wilhelm let out a noise, and Ripley squinted at the familiar figure.
<< Ripley, that's... >>
"...Taym?" What was Taym doing here? Why was he giving FEAR candies to kids? That hadn't made any sense... Did Deus put him up to it? It was a legitimate concern, considering what he had seen in those mirrors all those months ago. The Trainee made a gesture to Matt, and the teen went running, more than willing to get as far away from the situation as possible.
"Taym. What are you doing here?" Ripley stepped forward, finding himself on edge. The other man showed no obvious signs of recognition, and moved a little...awkwardly, for some reason. "What is the meaning of this?" He insisted as he held out the FEAR candies, to which he gained no response. "Taym." He growled this time in warning.
The memories of what he saw in Taym's mirror came back to him once more, and he couldn't help but think the same thing that he had back then: put down the dog, before it became dangerous.
He summoned Wilhelm.
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4: Wildcard Prompt: Shady Dealings - Hunter Clone
Posted: Fri Jul 18, 2014 2:43 pm
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Mob: Hunter Clone HP: 60 + regen (it will heal constantly, blood being sucked back into wounds and sealed over as if nothing happened) Auto Damage: 5 Special: Every time you do 8 or more damage, you may remove a limb. Remove 2 limbs, and you will capture the clone.
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4, 6Total: 10 (2-16)
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Posted: Fri Jul 18, 2014 2:45 pm
"Explain yourself." Ripley demanded as the False Hunter advanced despite the drawn weapon, and when he still got no response, he drew Wilhelm up and lashed out, creating a gash across the approaching man's arm.
The wound healed, as if it never happened.
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HP: 35/40 Damage: 4 Charge: 1/3
Enoh Love rolled 2 8-sided dice:
2, 2Total: 4 (2-16)
Posted: Fri Jul 18, 2014 2:49 pm
When he swung next, he missed entirely - which didn't surprise him at all. Frustrated him yes, surprised, no.
At least Finn wasn't here to laugh at him.
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HP: 30/40 Damage: 0 Charge: 1/3
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4, 2Total: 6 (2-16)
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Posted: Fri Jul 18, 2014 2:51 pm
This time, when he swung, the false Hunter grabbed his wrist, and shoved it and the weapon aside. Taym swung, sending a boney fist square into Ripley's stomach.
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HP: 25/40 Damage: 0 Charge: 1/3
Enoh Love rolled 2 8-sided dice:
7, 3Total: 10 (2-16)
Posted: Fri Jul 18, 2014 2:52 pm
Thankfully enough he didn't need his weapon to land a hit, and with Taym so close he was able to shift his weight and push forward, shoving his shoulder into the other man's chest.
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HP: 20/40 Damage: 4 Charge: 2/3
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6, 1Total: 7 (2-16)
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Posted: Fri Jul 18, 2014 2:56 pm
The shoulder smash wasn't as effective as he had hoped it would be and Taym, now more than ever realizing that he was a threat, was actively trying to lash out and do serious damage.
He had managed to force Taym back, but he wasn't sure how long he had until the man would recoup to try again. So he did the only thing he could think to do, the moment he could; Wilhelm had acquired enough FEAR, and if there was ever a time for him to use it, it'd be now.
The two-toned sword was glowing red hot by the time Ripley raised it over his head, bringing it down as hard as he could onto his charging opponent who, at the last moment, ducked. Wilhelm's attack swung harmlessly over his head, and the man's bony shoulder hit Ripley's stomach, knocking him backwards and to the ground.
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6, 1Total: 7 (2-16)
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Posted: Fri Jul 18, 2014 4:45 pm
He gasped for breath, but couldn't rest. There was a Hunter here, giving little candies imbued with FEAR to unsuspecting teenagers; he had to try and stop him, no matter what.
Ripley shifted his weight and twisted onto his feet, swinging Wilhelm out in a wide arc towards Taym's legs, trying to keep him at bay until he could get back up.
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HP: 5/40 Damage: 1 Charge: 1/3
Enoh Love rolled 2 8-sided dice:
6, 2Total: 8 (2-16)
Posted: Fri Jul 18, 2014 4:51 pm
Taym's advance had only been paused for a second or two, and by then, Ripley was getting incredibly sluggish. His shield was so close to shattering, and the dull aches of his previous injuries were becoming more and more hindering. The next time Taym charged him, he couldn't move out of the way fast enough.
With that last hit, Wilhelm's protective shield shattered.
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HP: 0/40 Damage: 2 Charge: 2/3
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2Total: 2 (1-10)
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Posted: Fri Jul 18, 2014 4:57 pm
Ripley's limbs were heavy, and once again he felt horribly human.
Pale lips were stained red as he hit the ground again, simply unable to remain standing. Amber eyes glared upwards to the form that was as blurry as it was in sharp focus; if looks could kill, perhaps he would have stood a chance. Taym's thin form loomed over him like Death himself; all bones and a pair of cold, unfeeling eyes.
Taym reached out for him, and thin fingers pressed into softer flesh of his neck. The next thing he knew his feet were off the ground and he was being held in the air by the hand at his throat. He choked, gasped for air, and dug gloved fingers into the angled arm below. For someone so thin, this should have been impossible - where was he keeping this strength?!
Why he imagined any other outcome was beyond him. He should have known that this was the way things would go. He would fight, put what he could into it, but ultimately, he would fail. Taym was levels above him, and he was sure that even if he did die here, the other man would make it so there would be no trace of him. Ripley would just become another name for the graveyard on the island, death by an unknown creature.
It was only a passing thought in the long run, as his lungs began to cry for air, and the disturbing silence from where Wilhelm usually sounded continue to stretch on like a death sentence. His glasses skewed just enough to give him a clear view of Taym's free hand, which was held in a point and slowly winding back...
There was a scream and a jolt, and the hand on his throat loosened until he hit the ground again, coughing up blood and gasping for any ounce of air he could inhale. The Trainee curled up on himself, forcing his aching, heavy limbs to work enough to get on his hands and knees. This was unacceptable. He had to move. Whoever it was that had interfered...he couldn't let them handle this alone. Get up, he demanded his limbs. Move. He pressed a hand to his face to push his glasses back up his nose, and took a look up at who it was that had come to his rescue:
He saw a thin build. Black hair. Pale skin...and red.
So much red.
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Should you fail, the person you encountered on Day 1 will rescue you. Roll 1 d10 to determine if they survive. (6-10 means they live.)
