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 Posted: Tue Dec 30, 2014 5:34 pm
 Survey Mission 4BLocation: The Abandoned Takakonuma Greenland Park
Images:: x, x, x.
General debriefing: Recently, the park opened itself up for a different type of tourist crowd, making itself a fun tourist set for locals, until unexplained deaths began happening to those on-site. Falling beams, uneven flooring, and occasionally, witnesses have claimed that they hear voices, oddly enough of themselves through the fog.
* 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 4B. 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: You have a hard time getting past the fog, everything thick and desolate. Finally you see something, a flash of something, colour in the fog. You run over to it to discover that it is a mutilated corpse. Its face has been torn clean off its head, maggots crawling out of the skull. 21 - 40: You notice that some of the rides are moving on their own, from the roller coaster - still taped off with DANGER DO NOT ENTER - to the excuse of a ferris wheel. A body slumps to one side of the ticket booth, dried out. You turn around as you hear a strange hissing noise. As you turn back, the body standing, still, in front of the ticket booth. 41 - 60: You stumble for a second, as if someone, one of your teammates have shoved you, but when you look around, you notice that there is noone else in sight. 61 - 80: You see a mirror maze, and walk into it, your reflection eerie in each broken mirror fragment. Everything suddenly turns an oblique white and as you regain your vision seconds later, all your reflections have been replaced with your body melting, face and skin melting right off your face's reflection. Your reflection continues to copy everything you do. 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. * 3 mission reward points for completing this successfully
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Posted: Tue Dec 30, 2014 6:02 pm
Missions went bad. This wasn't just an opinion. This was more or less fact as most Hunters on Deus knew it. It was a rare that things went according to plan. Granted, even knowing that, Peyton was glad for the summons. It had been a while, and a little break from the usual routine would be very much appreciated. So it was with a certain amount of veiled eagerness that she showed up at the lighthouse at seven o'clock the morning after the arrival of the text. Her hip bag as packed with the essentials; bandages,barrier daggers, a couple of spare runes. She'd pulled her hair up into a high ponytail, and her jacket was as of yet unzipped over the tank top she was wearing beneath it. For the moment she had her attention done on her phone as she waited for her teammates to arrive. The Sun had arrived a few minutes early(as per-usual), and she was going over the latest ramblings on twitter. Unfortunately it didn't seem as though anything terribly interesting had happened since she'd last checked. With a soft huff she turned off the screen, stuffing the phone back one of her back pockets before she pulled her scarf a little higher over her chin and leaned back against the lighthouse wall.
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Posted: Tue Dec 30, 2014 6:27 pm
He groaned. Horace was never going to get used to how early things happened on the island. But when Deus summoned, he went - like the good soldier he was trying to be. He wasn't entirely sure why he kept getting sent out on missions even though he was still so, so new. Perhaps it was all some sort of simplistic test of worthiness by survival. It made him feel like a burden, no matter if he tried to fight or if he defended. Hell, Horace even felt like a burden to Dr. Jannisari. She hummed in his mind, going over some sort of aromatherapy ingredient list for use against the black plague. Camphor, again. Despite the early hour, he nipped to the lighthouse exactly on time. Which meant to him that he was five minutes late. He frowned and ran a hand through his hair, pausing to rub the shorn side. It was getting a little shaggy. Despite not yet having clearance for runic supplies, Horace still packed various supplies - he was overfond of flares. But also rope, bags for samples, a compass, et cetera. He blinked. "Hey, halfpint," he said, surprised. And, if he were honest, a little relieved. Having a full hunter along was always a good thing. "You on the Greenland mission and who else we waitin' on?" The grin he shot her caused a dimple to crease his cheek briefly.
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Posted: Wed Dec 31, 2014 11:25 am
Finn would have been on time, but he had been busy with much more enjoyable activities, ones that could be performed much louder in a full hunter room with no neighbors on either side. Celebrations on his promotion had gone long into the night, and had continued on into the wee hours of the morning. Of course, he couldn't have hoped to just stay in bed all day after that. The summons to go out on a mission had been ill timed, to say the least, and when he arrived, it was with disheveled (but somehow still perfect) hair, slightly red rimmed eyes, and a hint of whiskey on his breath, which he was apparently trying to cover up with the scent of cigarettes instead as he was puffing away on one upon his arrival, which was only shortly after Horace's. A one eyed gaze stopped on Peyton first, and while inwardly there might have been a bit of discontent at the sight of her, outwardly he was all pleasantly cold smiles, his colored jacket, left open with magenta belts unclasped, easily displaying his new rank to her. "Good morning, darling." He greeted her, before his attention drifted towards the taller male in their midst's. "Hello, I don't believe we've met before." An appraising eye was given, one that roamed up and down Horace's body before he continued, holding out a gloved hand. "I'm Finn. Moon division." Which meant that he got to look after everyone's asses, generally. Goody for him, but a pity for everyone else.
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Posted: Wed Dec 31, 2014 2:08 pm
It was only five minutes, but when there was nothing to do save watch the sun peek over the surrounding jungle it felt like longer. She was grateful when she noticed a tall figure approaching, even more so when she realized who it was, and Horace was given a bright smile as he wandered up to greet her. "What's shakin', Island Nation?" And this, she felt, was incredibly witty on her part. A play on his twitter name. "I'm not sure who our third is, but I am indeed on the team for the Greenland mission." There was a chance, has had been happening lately, that she'd be senior hunter on site, but she wouldn't know for sure until their last teammate had showed up. And speak of the devil. Devil being accurate in this instance. "Morning Finn." It was cordial, friendly even, and she met that chilly smile with one of her own. It had been a while since she'd seen him -- two months on the dot, in fact. Well, at least she'd have a competent moon working with her, that was always a plus. Obviously she'd have preferred America, they had worked together flawlessly for damn near a year now, but Finn wasn't a poor choice for a second. He also appeared to have gotten himself promoted since last she'd seen him. "Nice coat. Color suits you."
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Posted: Thu Jan 01, 2015 6:27 pm
"Island nation? You make it sound like I've got tiki torches coming out my a**." He laughed and rubbed a hand over the shaved part of his head. "Glad you're along - can always use hard hitters, I guess." He shifted the strap on his pack and turned as a third hunter approached. Horace clasped the gloved hand in his own. The man reeked of cigarettes and his brow arched. He wanted desperately to ask about the eye-patch but, alas, he had more courtesy than that. Instead, he simply said: "Nope, never seen you before and you're not likely someone to forget." Oooh, had that come out wrong? He'd meant the magenta coat and the cigarette smell and, okay... maybe he'd meant the eye-patch, too. It was hardly forgettable. His smile turned just a shade sheepish. Dr. Jannisari remained silent, but he could feel her watching and logging everything. "You guys know each other? Oh, I'm Horace, death division. Never been on a mission with a moon before - always had death covering defense." Granted, he'd been on exactly two mission, and in one, he'd been covering defense because he'd been to shitty to do enough damage. "Should we get this show on the road?" He fought the urge to yawn.
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Posted: Thu Jan 01, 2015 9:11 pm
"Aw, you noticed! Thanks, sweetheart." Having only been promoted a few days prior, he still rather liked being able to surprise people by showing up in his colorful new jacket. Taking the taller man's hand in his own with a firm grasp, he gave it a shake, cold eye boring into the trainee's as a small smirk continued to play at the corners of his lips, which only widened with Horace's somewhat odd comment. "I can give you even more reasons to remember me later, if you want." His voice was low, dark, and he would have winked would it have had any affect...though with only one eye that little motion had become rather difficult to pull off, so he instead settled for letting go of the other mans hand slowly, gloved fingers brushing lightly against the back of his hand. "Ah yes, unfortunately, me and the little miss here have had a chance to meet on more than one occasion" In more than one reality as well. "Though I have to say, she's been unexpectedly charming during at least one such occasion." Because that was definitely a perfect description for the a** kicking she had given him. As to the Moon comment. "Well, lucky you to have a ******** professional on your team this time." Death, covering defense? Seemed pretty off, but Finn decided to make no comment on the matter. "Ah yes, lets." He agreed, taking one last puff of his cigarette and tossing it to the ground to scuff out with his boot. "I left a warm body in my bed that I'd like to get back to as soon as possible."
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Posted: Sun Jan 04, 2015 4:17 pm
"Of course I noticed." Her tone was sugary, but there was a shine to pale eyes that spoke of a certain sort of dark excitement that Finn would easily recognize. If he'd advanced enough for a promotion, than that meant he was likely stronger than the last time they'd faced off. Mention of tiki torches had received only a brief waggle of pale brows. She might have also responded to Horace's comment on heavy hitters, but she was far too interested in watching the younger man's face as he greeted Finn. The eye patch was old news to Peyton, she'd actually been present when he'd received the injuries that had lead to the need for it. She and the majority of the island were used to seeing it by now, but the newer recruits were not. It was always interesting seeing how the fresh trainees responded to visible and obviously traumatic injuries. Even Peyton had her battle scars; deep and prominent, tracing over the curve of her left shoulder. As focus circled back to her, Peyton met Finn's gaze with pursed lips and amusement, one small hand raising to rest delicate fingers against her chin and cheek. "I do my best." They were being awfully civilized. "We really should find time to catch up Finn, it's been a while." The underlying meaning in her words wouldn't easily be missed, though there was a chance she actually did mean catching up as well. She would snort in response to the mention of the Moon having left a warm body, but she started leading the way into the lighthouse and up to the portal. When they stepped out it was a little on the cool side, and Peyton gave the scarf around her neck a small tug to bring it up a little higher as she waited for the two men to step out behind her. The shadowy silhouettes of rides loomed in the near distance, dark against a back fall of eerie haze though could have been natural forming, but then again not. "Spooky."
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Posted: Tue Jan 06, 2015 2:57 pm
Horace knew exactly what Finn's voice and that oh, so subtle brush of fingers meant. At least, he thought so. And, if he weren't attached, he'd take up the half-spoken offer, just to see how far that rabbit hole went. "I don't think I'll have a problem remembering even without extra... incentives." Horace grinned at Finn, but made no further comment, instead watching him and Peyton interact. He shot a pointed glance at the girl. There was so much subtext he could cut it with a knife and serve it on crackers. Well, well. He rocked back on his heels. "Warm body? Sadly, that makes you seem more like a serial killer than a lover." With that, he followed Peyton into the portal. "I dunno - it's got a certain charm." He flashed her a grin and ticked off information. 1973 - opened, 1975 - closed. Opened back up from 1986 - 1999. 1999, huh? He wondered if the recent influx in fear was a result of gradual seepage from Fukushima. "One of y'all lead the way - I'm just the trainee here, so..."
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Posted: Mon Jan 12, 2015 9:38 pm
"Of course, Darling. I told you, all you need to do is call me the next time you want to have a little fun~." His grin was far from friendly in appearance, the coldness of his eye aiding in that quite a bit. Horace could read or misread the subtext all he wanted. Finn really didn't care. Horace's first comment was mentally dismissed as a pity, but the moon hunter was in no way truly disappointed by the other mans lack of enthusiasm to his less then hidden offer. He was, after all, already with somebody, to some extent, and whatever he got on the side was just an added bonus. His second comment, however, caught Finn's attention a little more fully, and while they made their way up the lighthouse to the portal, Finn leaned in close and hissed under his breath into Horace's ear. "Who's to say you're wrong?" Another cold grin, and he was increasing his speed to catch up to Peyton, walking along side her and giving her a short, side long look before they stepped through. It was rather chilly on the other side, but thankfully, Finn had dressed for what he assumed the weather would be like. Also, he was from a fairly cold nation himself, and while he was no longer quite so acclimatized to frigid temperatures, he knew he'd experienced worse in his life time, and that certainly helped. As soon as they were through, his gaze was wandering. "Hrm, I guess." He could have been addressing either Horace or Peyton, really, though he did nothing further to indicate which. "You two go ahead, I'll bring up the rear." It would keep the newbie a bit safer by having him between the full hunters, he figured.
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Posted: Thu Jan 15, 2015 5:51 pm
Quote: Just going in order! - You have a hard time getting past the fog, everything thick and desolate. Finally you see something, a flash of something, colour in the fog. You run over to it to discover that it is a mutilated corpse. Its face has been torn clean off its head, maggots crawling out of the skull. "Always fog." It came as a soft sigh under her breath as she started leading the way towards the park entrance. The closer they walked, the thicker the fog got, until it was challenge to see more than ten to twenty feet in front of them. She'd stepped through the portal on high alert, but she couldn't quiet suppress the snort of amusement that followed Finn's offer to watch their backs. It had her glancing over her shoulder, around Horace, to try to catch his eye, and if she did she offered him a knowing smirk. Certainly there were jokes that could be said there, but Peyton at least resisted the temptation. Instead she snickered quietly to herself as she edged through one of the ticket gates and into the park itself. It was hard to see, but amusement parks always seemed to follow a similar layout. It meant no matter where they went they were going to be very much in the open. Immediately following that thought a spot between thin shoulder blades began to itch, as if eyes were on her, and she turned, searching through the thick grey, only to find nothing. "I suggest we stick close together." It wasn't exactly a request, but Finn shared her rank now and though she had obvious seniority, she wasn't sure how the chain of command worked when their were multiple hunters on point that shared the same rank. While she waited for his opinion on the matter she was constantly searching around them, bright eyes peeled, and after a moment she actually spotted something that seemed vaguely out of place. With a frown she edged closer, creeping upon on the dark shape on the ground until she was close enough to identify what it was. "Got a body over here." Or what was left of a body. Something had torn into it, it was hardly recognizable for what it was, and as she circled... "it's missing it's face."
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Posted: Sat Jan 17, 2015 3:01 am
Quote: You notice that some of the rides are moving on their own, from the roller coaster - still taped off with DANGER DO NOT ENTER - to the excuse of a ferris wheel. A body slumps to one side of the ticket booth, dried out. You turn around as you hear a strange hissing noise. As you turn back, the body standing, still, in front of the ticket booth. His eyebrow arched at the 'darling' comment, and Fill was tucked neatly into the category of 'insatiable flirt'. Words rose to his tongue, but Horace only shook his head - he doubted Finn needed a reminder that absolutely every one of their actions was recorded and... if you counted creatures, he guessed all hunters were serial killers, of a sort. As they stepped through the portal, goosebumps rose on his bare shoulders. Horace still went sleeveless, but it looked like his body was slowly acclimating to the moist heat of the island. "Yay," he said dryly. "-a me sandwich. What an ideal formation." He resisted the urge to make any number of sexual jokes, although he saw that look from Peyton. He grinned innocently at her. "Regardless, I will defer to ether of you two, bosses." Fog curled slickly around then as Horace looked at the body. Gross. Sighing he still pulled out his phone and shot a few pictures. Carefully, carefully, he flipped a sample bag inside out, stuck his hand in it and grabbed a maggot or two. There was nooooo way he was going to touch one with his bare hands. The rickety whoosh of a roller coaster sounded in the distance and he frowned. He frowned and got back to his feet. "Didn't know this place was operational. Ferris wheel should be right up ahead." Horace had, of course, looked up a map and memorized it. He thought it a little strange to put the wheel near the entrance, but he wasn't in the business of designing parks. The roller coaster whooshed again. The ticketing both seemed to materialize out of the fog - Horace shivered. Paris was much preferable to this sort of fog and bodies nonsense. A body slumped in the booth. "Looks like another bo-" sssss. The sound was loud and immediate and right against his ear. He whirled, but Finn was a respectable space away and so was Peyton. He muttered something about ******** fog and turned back. The corpse was standing. It was perfectly still, not enough moving in the sort of organic way regular people did - breathing, shifting their weight. He tensed. And then he blinked and it was gone - neither slumped over the booth nor standing. "Tell me one of you guys saw that s**t, too."
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Posted: Fri Jan 30, 2015 11:19 pm
Quote: 41 - 60: You stumble for a second, as if someone, one of your teammates have shoved you, but when you look around, you notice that there is no one else in sight. Yes, haha. Sandwhich. Horace was, Finn assumed, meant to be the tasty meat in the middle. Or perhaps he was just the inbread. Badum, tish. Of course, none of this was said out loud, no matter how tempting it may have been. Instead, Finn went for a completely different approach (because not saying anything would have been so very un-Finn.) "What can I say. I just really enjoy the view I get from behind." His voice, however, almost seemed to be eaten up by the fog, as much as his already limited sight was as well. Without Peyton's prompting, he picked up his pace, making sure to keep well and close to the other two while still keeping an eye out for any trouble. Fishing around in his pocket, he pulled out a runic flashlight, and clicked it to life, not really caring to summon his weapon until it was necessary to do so, as it was rather long and awkward to carry around without accidentally prodding somebody. So many more jokes to be made from that thought alone. Finn's mind, apparently, had it's own cozy little nest right in the gutter, and never intended on leaving there anytime soon. He had just happened to be looking in a different direction when Peyton mentioned a body, but he was swiftly turning towards her, and jogging lightly to reach her side, his flashlight shining down on...well, the remains. "Well, I don't think my medical kit is going to do him any good." Finn muttered, glancing back up, flashlight flicking around to, again, keep a look out for anything dangerous while Horace went about his work. The sound of the roller coaster had him turning his eye skyward, though only for a moment, before Horace's voice caught his attention. "What?" He asked, frowning, shining light in the direction of the booth but not seeing anything, no body, nothing of importance at all. He turned, taking a step towards the other man. "What did yo--" Abruptly, his words cut off, as something pushed him firmly from behind, causing him to stumble and nearly drop his flashlight on the ground. "What the ********." He hissed, turning, expecting to see Peyton right behind him. Except she was not behind him at all. She was standing off to the side, nowhere near enough to have just shoved him. <******** this place." He shrugged his shoulders, straightening out his jacket and reaching up to run fingers through his hair. "Something here is messing with us."
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Posted: Tue Feb 03, 2015 2:42 pm
Quote: 61 - 80: You see a mirror maze, and walk into it, your reflection eerie in each broken mirror fragment. Everything suddenly turns an oblique white and as you regain your vision seconds later, all your reflections have been replaced with your body melting, face and skin melting right off your face's reflection. Your reflection continues to copy everything you do. A soft snort or amusement that was completely inappropriate considering they were standing over a dead body and making jokes about said dead body. Oh well, could anyone really blame them for having a jacked up sense of humor? With all the nightmares they saw, you either learned to laugh at s**t, or you went insane. Or both. That was also a viable option. Horace stepped away from them, but not far enough to have the Sun warning him to stay close. She let it go as she knelt over the body, bending low to look over the remains as if maybe there was something she could learn from them. There wasn't, or at least nothing that stood out to Peyton. At the ambiguous question she was straightening up, fishing her own flashlight from her hip back and aiming it in the direction Horace was looking. There was nothing to be seen, and she raised a brow at him. "What'd you see?" Even if She and Finn didn't see anything, that didn't mean nothing was there. They continued their search, interrupted only by Finn's voice rising up in a curse as he stumbled, and Peyton aimed the beam of her light around him, frowning. "I wouldn't doubt it. Maybe we should get out of the open?" As she spoke she was scanning around them, peering through the fog until a structure stood out through the fog. A mirror maze, closed in and possibly secure. "How about in there?" When no significant arguments were presented she started leading them in that direction, still slow and alert, light scanning back and forth. Like the rest of the park, the house of mirrors had fallen into obvious disrepair. One of the mirrors in the front was shattered, the railing up the stairs was rusting. Peyton shivered as she stepped inside. Here, at least, there was no fog. The air wasn't quite so chilled, but the scenery left much to be desired. Mirrors all around them, not the wavy goofy ones at the carnival funhouse, but clear, antique looking glass that reflected them back normally. At first. Then there were sublte differences. The twitch of a brow, the presence of a smile that wasn't there. Dark eyes, sharp teeth, clawed hands, blood. Macabre parodies of their real selves leering back at them. "******** this,' she hissed, slowing enough that she could feel either boy at her back. "Something is definitely messing with us." Everything went white.
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Posted: Sun Feb 08, 2015 6:17 pm
"Yes, great, haunted park. I feel like a ghost buster. ******** seeing s**t that ain't there." He pushed his glasses up and pinched the bridge of his nose. It was all so much easier when the enemies were solid and, well, there. Existent. Hopefully existent in a way that meant he could punch them until they disappeared. It would make everything so much easier. So much. Instead, he grunted and followed Peyton into the mirror maze. Yes, this was also a fantastic idea - a dozen mirrors staring back at them, their silvered glass another kind of window. It was a thought he was uncomfortable with; it reminded him of too-dark nights lit only by the glow of yellowed eyes. Instead of the mirrors, he kept his eyes mostly on Peyton and her cotton-candy hair, watching their shadowed mirror movements only out of the corners of his eyes. "No s**t, Sherlock, some-" Everything shifted, careening violently into a blinding white pool. The shout the began in his lungs stayed there, buried, exhaled only in a loud, toneless rush. He blinked. With a sharp intake of breath, his fist shot out and a mirror cracked. His melting self still moved with him him through the cracks, lips disappearing, bony teeth gleaming. The next mirror and the next, all of them showed him and not him - a dozen different Horaces , all moving with him, being him, but even their bones melting. One had only the left half of his face sliding down like candle wax. crack. Another held up a hand that dripped with agonizing slowness. crack. He didn't think of summoning Jannisari, just pounded bare fist into smooth glass, small splinters of it working their way into the skin of his knuckles. Everything was him multiplied, every cracked a new version of himself, all gruesome. Only then, did he reach up an aching hand to touch his own face, closing his eyes briefly, heartbeat thundering in his ears. "Peyton. Finn! Where are you guys?"
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