[ JOB LISTING ] Transporter [ DIFFICULTY LEVEL ] gaia_stargaia_stargaia_star [ TASK ] Sometimes things need to be moved, quickly. Maybe it's a body, maybe it's only part of a body. Speed, discretion, and the ability to do away with obstacles are all necessary to complete this task.
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Several of the clan members who help run the spa have gone missing. Nobody is particularly worried about them as they are the type to like going on adventures without notice or anything approaching consideration for their co-workers. In fact, there's some who would just prefer those three never came back. Mr. E, however, just waves you over and you're pretty sure he's smiling at you.
"There's a little delivery we need made, and you look entirely qualified to make it for me. You will, of course, be rewarded and your valuable contribution to HCorp acknowledged for all of eternity, so and so forth, please just go do it, yes? Be a good child..."
Being a bad child doesn't seem like a very promising life choice.
It's just a little cooler, firmly locked and sealed with something very possibly harmful to you. If you decide to unlock the chest instead of deliver it, roll 1d100. 1-99 means you are now poisoned and lose 10 HP for every post you make today (icly and oocly). If you roll 100, post quote lizbot to see what happens.
The cooler can be delivered in any method of your choice, walking via portals, flying, even driving through the human world is viable. The destination is also your choice.
Roll 3d6 and complete the 3 prompts Everything goes very smoothly and well. You are safe and also awesome at this. Your mode of transportation gets destroyed, cutting your HP in half. You must find a new way to get to your destination. You are attacked by humans, possibly bandits or possibly cops or possibly just really drunk teenagers doing it for their YouTube channel. How do you deal with them? Do you try to stay low key or do you get violent and hella magical with your badself? You are attacked by two members of Famine. Do you try to persuade them to let you go on your way or do you try to kick their a**? Roll 2d20. Each dice represents a Famine horseman. 15 and over is a success. Every failure costs you 10 HP. You must succeed twice. (Example: is you roll 11 and 17 in one turn, that is one failure and one success.) The cooler is stolen by birds. To catch them roll 4d4, if any of the dice is a 1, you fail to catch them. You've failed at your job today. When Mr. E sees you next, he's definitely smiling. You are attacked by a Hunter. You can choose to fight or escape. To escape, roll 1d20. Anything 16 or higher means you've gotten away. Anything less and you've been hit for 10HP and need to either try again or try fighting back. To fight, roll 2d8. The first die is you, the second is the Hunter. The one that is higher wins that exchange. The first to hit the other three times wins the confrontation. (In the case of a tie, your horseman wins.)
[ UPON COMPLETION ] +1 Raffle Ticket (you can only claim a MAX of 3 per player this way!) +5 Currency +1 Arcana Bonus gaia_crown+1 RARE UNIQUE CLOTHING PIECE RELATED TO THIS JOB (LINK COMPLETED THREAD HERE)
His smile was much too sophisticated and knowing, and she found herself rather uncomfortable every time she was near him.
BUT... a job was a job, regardless of how much insanity the actual owner had, or what went on through their crazed mind.
At least he didn't change his mind a mile a minute... but then again, he was hard to read in the first place.
Loading the cooler in a truck, Tessa started to drive to her location, turning on the radio to let her mind be numbed by the music playing... only to find that there were Hunters on her tail.
God damn it all.
Revving up her engine, she sped up, escaping one as their vehicle sputtered out, delighted for only a moment -- until two of them rammed her at the same time.
She had to jerk the wheel to keep it under control.
"DAMN it!" She hissed to herself, grimacing. s**t. She just had to outrun them--
HP: 30/50
CHARACTER: Tessa CLAN: Famine META JOURNAL ARCANA: Star BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER: Stoic most of the time, but with a heart of gold. Has green hair that usually blocks her vision, and has recently found a love for hair ties and barrettes. Has an unusual fascination with collecting various sizes and styles of clothing.
The Hunters rammed her again, and Tessa felt sick.
One more, and she'd be done for, and the cooler would be taken away.
She hated this goddamn job. WHY did she keep taking it? For what reason?
It was from a boss she didn't like, and on top of that... the risks were too great.
Was it really worth it?
Tessa gritted her teeth and slammed on the gas.
This last moment would be the final tell, whether or not she'd take this job in the ******** everything.
HP: 10/50
CHARACTER: Tessa CLAN: Famine META JOURNAL ARCANA: Star BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER: Stoic most of the time, but with a heart of gold. Has green hair that usually blocks her vision, and has recently found a love for hair ties and barrettes. Has an unusual fascination with collecting various sizes and styles of clothing.
Her vehicle was slammed, and she just managed to jump out as they ran it off of the road, sending it spiraling and on fire.
The last thing Tessa saw before she blacked out was the vehicle and cooler being consumed by flames.
HP: 0/50
CHARACTER: Tessa CLAN: Famine META JOURNAL ARCANA: Star BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER: Stoic most of the time, but with a heart of gold. Has green hair that usually blocks her vision, and has recently found a love for hair ties and barrettes. Has an unusual fascination with collecting various sizes and styles of clothing.