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 Posted: Fri Oct 30, 2015 7:54 pm
Quote:  Survey Mission 6A
Location: Paris, France
Images:: x, x
General debriefing: There are some 185 miles of tunnels beneath Paris. Most are empty, some are occupied by ancient catacombs housing remains, and some have been repurposed by humans, both the wandering homeless and those engaging in (literally) underground activity.
Recent excursions by urban explorers and gossip among tight-knit homeless communities suggest strange activity in a private, closed-off area of the catacombs, including notably bizarre behavior among the thriving populations of resident rats and some rumored disappearances. Reports have grown frequent enough to warrant an investigation.
* C class difficulty level (must have a team of three, at least one of them must be an Intermediate Hunter. This is considered a DANGEROUS mission. ) MECHANICS * MECHANICS: RP assembling a team, as necessary, before heading towards the Lighthouse portal to request a portal to Survey Mission 6A. 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 BOSS ENCOUNTER, in which case the BATTLE PHASE begins. See below for battle phase mechanics. 1- 20: You find a pile of blankets and a bag of worn belongings suggesting that you've stumbled on a vagrant's sleeping place. There is a large quantity of dried, reddish brown stains, including a clearly-marked but streaked footprint and handprint on the floor, that lead to the edge of one of the underground canals, then disappear. Many of the smaller spatters are clearly the tiny pawprints of rats. 21 - 30: A rat scuttles out of a crossing in front of you. Its shadow seems... strange, in ways that you cannot explain. Should you choose for some reason to pursue it, you will find that it evades you entirely, and that your flashlight beam seems strangely less effective at penetrating the darkness in the tunnels where the rat flees. 31 - 40: A long, long line of French graffiti in black ink stretches along this corridor at shoulder height. If your character can speak French, they will find that it starts out with the lyrics to a tune currently popular on French radio, before taking a turn for the bizarre in the middle with random words (often "légion") inserted incorrectly, and then disintegrating into complete gibberish and random strings of letters before stopping suddenly mid-tunnel. 41 - 60: A bag of dried fruit and stale bread lies in a corner alongside an abandoned backpack that turns out, if examined, to contain supplies for impromptu urban exploration, but no identification. The dust is studded with dozens and dozens of rats' pawprints, but the food is entirely untouched. 61 - 80: You enter an area with a high, vaulted ceiling, full of a strange squishing, echoing sound. Something falls to the ground in the beam of your flashlight. It is a maggot. Should you decide to point your beam upwards, you will find the ceiling completely crawling with the same, all apparently hellbent on reaching small cocoon-like objects, roughly the size of a softball, strung thickly across the ceiling. 81- 100: BOSS ENCOUNTER: - The sound of scrabbling paws is faint at first, but soon grows into a din punctuated with the chatter of many, many oversized teeth. The beast that manifests is a King Rat: a writhing mass of rodents joined by the tails, so that the teeth all face outwards. This is clearly a creature of FEAR, not of nature: each rat is substantially larger than the average dog, their beady eyes gleam bloodthirsty and manic, and the entire unit moves with a cohesiveness that suggests a hivemind at work. They (or it) fully block the tunnel ahead. - 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. 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. After Boss defeat:When the final rat is slain, all the carcasses melt away. They leave, however, a scrap of evidence for you to take back to the labs for further research. Roll 1d4 to determine what is dropped 1. A single, normal-sized rat skeleton, bound together with striped baker's twine and sealed with a Belgian postage stamp.
2. A plastic baggie containing cigarette butts and bottlecaps. Shift the contents a bit and you will find that in the center of the litter is what appears to be a dead baby rat, hairless and pink--and still fresh.
3. What appears to be a bit of fur but on closer examination turns out to be a dessicated rat head (normal sized). Someone or something has nailed a bit of yellow legal paper to it, but all that remains is a shred.
4. A bundle of freshly-severed, normal-seeming rats' tails, bound together with what looks like an elastic baby's headband of pink lace. * 2 mission reward points for completing this successfully
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Posted: Fri Oct 30, 2015 8:07 pm
Austin had spent his first few days on the island mostly running around and getting a hold of his new life -- with both its positives and its negatives -- and making sure everything in his life was up to standard. It meant that he'd dealt with fresh sheets and stealing better pillows, he'd found some cloth to hang on the walls of his room to take away the dankness and to hide the stains, he'd gotten a feel for the island. Maybe, considering his history and his attitude, people would expect a frustrated fury with the living accommodations and the food -- and while there was some of that, all in all, Austin had gone a different route. He'd gone determined instead. He was going to destroy this new job. And so he was even at the meeting point early, blowing a frustrated breath out his nose as he checked the time, as if everyone else was late and he wasn't just early.
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Posted: Sat Oct 31, 2015 11:46 am
When given the opportunity to get out of the infirmary for more than a few hours Zeke had jumped at it. He didn't mind the work itself, he really didn't, but he didn't have the patience necessary to thrive in that sort of environment. Breaks were important. Breaks meant he was more inclined to be kind to those under his care. Zeke was always early to the portal, though not quite as early as Austin. He came strolling up at a leisurely pace, with a coffee to-go cup in hand, his glasses resting on his head. His jacket was left open, sleeves rolled up to his elbows, and his scarf slung loose around his neck. The picture of ease, even despite the obvious scars. When he noticed the trainee waiting he'd offer him an easy smile. "Morning." The blonde looked annoyed. It left Zeke wondering why, or if he was always just annoyed. "Paris mission?"
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Posted: Sun Nov 01, 2015 9:36 pm
Harper had been busy, from day one on the island Eerikki had insist she start training as soon possible giving her little time to do much else. There was also the visit from and to the Victoria base and her trying to do something about the sad depressing state of her room. So far she had managed to find a few sheets and art materials to at least start to cover them up before anyone else saw it, some clean sheets for her bed, and a few knick-knacks to keep around. The next goal was getting a clock, something besides needing to be dependent on her phone as the former dragon hissed in her head about how she shouldn’t be late in meeting her partners for her first mission. Of course this meant she was scrambling to put on her coat and running across the yard to the meeting spot with some hope of not taking the wrong turn. Seeing the other two fingers she waved, slowing down to a jog and then walk, as she got closer recognizing only one of the figures. “Hey Austin, and hello are you the other hunter joining us on the mission?”
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Posted: Mon Nov 02, 2015 6:15 pm
"I imagine he is." Austin was still frowning at Zeke as he straightened, adjusting his scarf and letting his eyes drop sideways to assess the other man's clothing. It wasn't terrible, at least. At least he didn't seem to be color blind as Horace was, which was a definite improvement. Some effort put into the hair. Attractive. "Austin Elswood." He didn't offer Zeke a hand -- just tipped his head and refocused on Harper instead. "Nice to see you're coming along. An initiation mission, it seems?"
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Posted: Mon Nov 02, 2015 6:51 pm
A double dose of trainees, it seemed. That was going to make things interesting. Zeke Flashed the petite Sun a smile as she slowed to a stop beside the both of them, easy and charming as she inquired about him. The other trainee, Austin, answered for him, and Zeke just nodded, smile widening a touch. The intermediate's fashion sense tended towards tastefully comfortable. Simple, but neat. As always, his sleeves were rolled up to his elbows, tattoo and scars very obvious. He glanced Austin's way as he introduced himself, then looked back to the Sun. "Initiation isn't a bad word for it. I'm Ezekiel Young, Mist intermediate."
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Posted: Mon Nov 02, 2015 10:40 pm
“Thanks, looks like it is. Should be fun.” Harper grinned at Austin before turning to Zeke. Dressed in her usual fashion of an oversize tank top, short shorts and stockings and boots out of the two she had the oddest sense of clothing, or maybe less care in what she had picked out considering color wise it was bright. Not that she minded it was a nice contrast between the two males that were dressed far more neat and tastefully. “Nice to meet you Ezekiel, thank you for coming with us, or at least willing to help us out. I’m Harper Caine.” She did hold out her hand to at least give him a shake.
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Posted: Wed Nov 04, 2015 7:04 pm
"Are we going?" It followed sharply on the end of Harper's introduction -- Austin adjusting his scarf and half-turning to gesture back at the lighthouse behind them, the portal beyond. He seemed neither impressed nor grateful. Maybe that would change, later. Probably, it wouldn't. "I could really get off this island. Maybe there'll be a chance to buy something edible to stash away to keep me from going crazy."
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Posted: Wed Nov 04, 2015 7:29 pm
Zeke, used to snappy, surly blondes at this point, was a pro at ignoring the sharpness in Austin's voice. He didn't even glance back at him as he took Harper's hand, offering a firm and friendly shake. "Like wise. At the very least, this should prove interesting." Interesting because there as no way of knowing how smoothly the mission would go. Interesting because he preferred the truth, and wasn't often in the habit of sugar coating things. Only after the introduction was over did the taller man turn to Austin, smiling down at him. "Probably won't get much opportunity for shopping." He'd learn, or he wouldn't. Really, Zeke didn't care much beyond making sure the mission was a success. Granted, if the trainees got hurt, it was going to be him that was charged with keeping them alive. He walked into the lighthouse ahead of them, reaching for the mission file the tech held out to him upon seeing his approach. "We're headed to Paris," he announced as she looked over the information. "I don't suppose either of you can speak french?"
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Posted: Wed Nov 04, 2015 8:51 pm
Harper didn’t seem phased by Austin sharpness, instead she grinned at both of the hunters. The last few years of dealing with art students and professors taught her how to ignore most. “Interesting is promising.” As long as they came back mostly in one piece it would be ok, it couldn’t be as bad as living with zombie like beast lurking outside of the window. When the hunter mentioned not being able to shop much she gave Austin an apologetic smile. The food wasn’t what she could consider the best but a month of canned, processed things made anything seem better and edible. As Zeke left, Harper followed in behind as Eerikki chatted on about how this being her first mission she shouldn’t screw it up. Or at least try not to make a complete fool of herself. “I know some French, but its Canadian French not the exact same as France…”
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Posted: Thu Nov 05, 2015 8:00 pm
"French is French. We take it in school." He frowned just a little, one shoulder jerked upward in a shrug as followed Zeke. The expression was halfway challenging him to agree with Harper. It was okay for her to compare the two, to talk about the differences in the language, but should Zeke try it...well, that'd be a different story. Then it would be disparaging. "Though I didn't stick with it. I don't know if you did, Harper." A flick of eyes her way. "But I've been to Paris, and more than once, and you can pretty much always find someone who speaks English, so I don't see how it much matters."
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Posted: Fri Nov 13, 2015 8:18 pm
Zeke chuckled at the both of them, neither agreeing or disagreeing with either. It wasn't as if his own french was flawless, though it did come straight from the source. "Fluent?" The question was directed at Harper. If Austin didn't stick with it, it was less likely that he'd be. The comment on finding English speaking folks had him laughing in earnest, "If we were sightseeing, sure, but that's not where we're going." Not even close, but instead of explaining, Zeke just led them through the portal and out into the dark, stale air of the catacombs that lay hidden beneath the city.
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Posted: Wed Nov 25, 2015 10:38 pm
Harper gave as shrug in Austin’s direction. “Mostly yes on keeping up… I took French in college and half my family speaks it they always made me speak it as practice when they called the house or came to visit so I can get past the basic conversation if anything else.” The idle, how are you, weather, directions, food simple things she could get pass having a full intelligent conversation about the history of the world they were out of luck. Harper followed Zeke into the portal, stepping out in the darkness, the smell of musty stale air filled her nose as her eyes tried to adjust to the catacombs.
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and be blue rolled 1 100-sided dice:
54
Total: 54 (1-100)
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Posted: Thu Nov 26, 2015 12:16 pm
Quote: 41 - 60: A bag of dried fruit and stale bread lies in a corner alongside an abandoned backpack that turns out, if examined, to contain supplies for impromptu urban exploration, but no identification. The dust is studded with dozens and dozens of rats' pawprints, but the food is entirely untouched. He stepped out into a Paris entirely unlike the one he'd visited with his family over the summer: no elegant people in sleek fashion, no expensive shops, no view out the back window of their villa. Instead they stepped into dingy catacombs that smelled like body odor and worse, with piles of abandoned belongings and half-rotted food and filth -- For a moment, Austin paused. He took the time to do his coat up properly, to keep anything filthy off the clothing beneath. The coat could be replaced: his tailored lavender shirt could not. Then he stepped forward to poke at the abandoned belongings, slowly, with one toe. He didn't get closer than that. It was just enough to knock some of the dried fruit out, along with a flashlight that kicked on to cast light across the mess of pawprints coming and going and surrounding the whole deal. "Ugh." He was a master of disgust, the sound heartfelt, his nose wrinkling slowly.
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Beejoux rolled 1 100-sided dice:
44
Total: 44 (1-100)
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Posted: Sat Nov 28, 2015 9:55 am
Quote: 41 - 60: A bag of dried fruit and stale bread lies in a corner alongside an abandoned backpack that turns out, if examined, to contain supplies for impromptu urban exploration, but no identification. The dust is studded with dozens and dozens of rats' pawprints, but the food is entirely untouched. Between the three of them they'd have the French on lock down, he was sure. Of course, there was also the chance that they wouldn't need the knowledge of a second language. They were going to be skulking around in the underground, not interacting with the general populace on the surface A very satisfied smile stretched across the Mist's lips as he watched Austin. The look of disgusted disappointment was especially sweet after that so confident opinion of his before they'd stepped through the portal. "Qu'est-ce qui ne va pas?" He just couldn't help himself. Call it a character flaw. "Find anything interesting?" he asked it as he pulled a flashlight from the pocket of his jacket, flicking it on to shiny the circle of light down the tunnel to their right. There were more rat tracks, thick and overlapping, and he followed them into the dimness until the beam of his flashlight landed on an almost identical bag to the one Austin had found.
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