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February 21, 2012, 07:03 AM
Here we go!! :D
‘Gentlemen, allow me to begin this meeting.’ The words were spoken by a very short, elderly and extremely wrinkled man. What little hair he had stuck up from his head at random angles, giving some indication of how stressful the past few days had been for him. He adressed the twelve men assembled around that long, conference table. They were the board of directors for Atlas Corporation, making them, collectively, one of the most influential forces in the business world. Only the chair at the head of the table was unoccupied. That place was reserved for the CEO of their most distinguished organisation and, since the tragic death of Spanner Farnaby three days previously, had sat empty.
‘Although I am sure we are still deeply affected by Mr Farnaby’s death, we must not neglect our obligation to the company.’ The man speaking was Vincent Shiroshima, vice-chairman of Atlas Co. and oldest friend of the deceased. He had been eager to get on with the task of finding a new chairman, but social protocol prevented him until enough time had elapsed that he could do so without he and his colleagues being accused of deep insensitivty. Three days had seemed an appropriate length of time for them to appear to the public to be mourning. ‘It is for that reason that I have called you all here today,’ Shiroshima went on.
‘Oh do get on with it, Shiroshima,’ grumbled one man. ‘We all know how the process is supposed to go. We have to vote, right?’
‘That is correct,’ Shiroshima replied, unfazed by this interruption. ‘The rules for this situation are clearly laid out in the manifesto our company’s founders laid down at its inception; each member of the board of directors is a candidate for the position of CEO. Shareholders may vote, and the weight of their votes will be proportional to their ownership of the company. Additionally, we are all allowed to vote. The weighting of the voting will be split evenly between votes from the shareholders and votes the board of directors, and each of our votes will count equally with one another’s. The candidate with the majority of the votes will become the new CEO. Is everything
clear so far?’
‘When will voting take place?’ asked one man. He was a tall, reasonably good-looking man and one of the younger amongst them – he was only in his fourties. The years of stress had yet not taken too much of a toll on his features; his blonde hair was a little thinner than some men of his age maybe, the rings under his blue eyes a little more pronounced perhaps. The only other complaint one would be justified in making about his appearance were that his eyebrows, besides being much darker than the rest of the hair on his head, were wild and untidy. The name of this striking man was Ian Chapman. He was an up-and-comer within the company, and had only recently joined the board. Nevertheless, he was ambitious and highly intelligent. In addition, he was well-respected and well-liked amongst board members and shareholders alike. Most importantly, he was one of three members of the board that was a licensed Hunter.
‘I propose that it take place in five days’ time,’ Shiroshima replied to his question. ‘If that is agreeable to everyone.’ There was a murmur of assent. ‘If there are no more questions, I’d like to open up the floor to anyone who has anything to say.’ As members of the group got up in turn to speak, one of their number had his eye on Mr. Chapman. It was another of the three Hunters amongst them, and his name was Oliver Zaltzman. A man of fifty, he was completely bald save for a ring of ginger, fly-away hair wrapped round the back of his head, and he wore a pugnacious look. He was thinking something through very thoroughly and quickly; he did not care what look he had on his face. ‘Which of us has the best chance of winning?’ That was the question through his mind. Shiroshima had the most experience, but he was too old to be put in charge and besides, he had no desire to be in charge. Of the others, most fell into the same categories – either too old or not interested. Of the ones that were left, two of them, Zaltzman felt sure, didn’t have a hope in hell’s chance. They were just over-ambitious fools. That left three candidates; himself, Chapman, and Clarence Braig. He glanced across at that last man. Braig was sat near the middle of the table, his warm, pleasant, thick-bearded face showing a look of contended patience as he listened to his colleagues talk. Mentally, he counted up the supporters each of them had amongst the shareholders and the rest of the board. Chapman, surely had the most, followed by Braig and he, Zaltzman, in third and last place. If he wanted to be sitting in that CEO’s chair in five days time, he was going to have to eliminate some of the competition. Braig, he felt sure, couldn’t be touched. He was well-liked even by those who didn’t think him CEO material. And to even them, it had to be said that Clarence Braig was doing very well for himself as the founder and chief of “Panacea”, a small group of Hunters who specialised in healing and medical-based abilities. Zaltzman considered it highly doubtful that that man had any sordid secrets in past that could be raked up. Not only that, but Zaltzman wasn’t sure he’d even mind losing the position of CEO to Braig.
Chapman, however, was another kettle of fish. He was corrupt – Zaltzman knew that beyond doubt, but he wasn’t sure he could prove it. If he could, what would be the result? Many of the members of the board accepted corruption as a necessary evil of the job, and plenty of them practiced it themselves. On the other hand, whilst they all lied to screen one another, lying to the shareholders would be a different matter. If Zaltzman, scraped up big enough dirt on Chapman, then the result would be the following: his supporters amongst the shareholders would vanish, and his supporters amongst the board would be forced to do so as well for fear of the backlash of public opinion against them if they didn’t. But he had no way of finding the evidence in just five days...
Zaltzman was so deep in thought that he hardly realised that everyone was filing out of the conference room. He sat in thought for a few more moments before getting up himself and walking out. In the lobby, looking thoughtfully out through the building’s sheet glass window over the expanse of city beneath him, was Braig. He turned around as he heard the other man approach.
‘Ah Oliver, how are you my boy?,’ he enquired warmly, ‘You look like something’s on your mind. Then again, you always look like that, haha. Let me guess, you’re wondering what it’s going to be like under the iron rule of Mr. Chapman?’ Braig smiled wryly and Zaltzman couldn’t help but smile back. He joined him looking out across the city. ‘I admit though,’ Braig continued after a few moments’ silence, ‘I’m also a little worried. I know he is a very competent young man, but I don’t like the thought of an arms dealer running this company. If he does win the election, I intend to resign.’
‘Wait, he’s an arms dealer?!’ Zaltzman had started at the words but he had been speechless for a moment or two. ‘Are you serious?!’
‘You didn’t know?’ Braig replied, looking at the other man in quiet surpise. ‘Oh yes, I understand he makes frequent deals with a man by the name of Reno Marconi.’
‘I’ve heard of him,’ interrupted Zaltzman. Reno Marconi was a ruthless arms and drug dealer from a small country on the Yorbian Continent. This was exactly the kind of thing he could use against Chapman; a plan had immediately formed in his mind. It would be dangerous, but he was confident it could be done...
Lost in his thoughts again, he missed what Braig was saying to him. ‘Well, I have to head back across town to Panacea HQ. I have a meeting with a certain young man I’m trying to recruit for the cause.’
‘Good luck with that,’ came the disinterested reply. As soon as Braig was out of earshot, Zaltzman was on the phone. ‘Dietrich, are you free? Good, call Twisp. Both of you, meet me at my apartment in half an hour.’
A fast-moving car tore round the corner and down the wide street, swerving left and right to narrowly avoid oncoming traffic. In front of the Hunter Association building it braked suddenly and came to a standstill. A man jumped from it, ignoring the shouts of angry motorists, and ran inside.
It was two days later and so far, Zaltzman’s plan was not going well.
Once within the building’s spacious entrance hall, the worried-looking man ran straight to the front desk, his blonde ponytail and long sleeves flying behind him. The girl behind the desk, recognising the man’s unmistakable long chin, addressed him chirpily. ‘Ah, hello Mr. Dietrich! What can I do for you?’
‘How many Hunters are in the building right now?’ he demanded breathlessly.
‘We currently have seven Hunters staying with us,’ she informed him immediately. ‘All of them are within the building at this time.’
‘Please call them all immediately. Ask them to come to down here at once.’
‘At once, sir!’ she said, smiling.
Over the next few minutes, all seven Hunters received brief phone calls. ‘Hello sir! A Mr. Dietrich respectively requests your presence in the lobby immediately,’ the receptionist told them politely and cheerfully.
February 21, 2012, 10:28 AM
"Who's Dietrich? Does he have environment needs my help?"
Lukannon jumped out of his bed. It had been a long tiring ordeal to set up the nature preserve for the Saharan-striped lion. It was especially difficult dealing with the...poachers, that was the word, who were still trying to enter and kill the creatures for hides, which he had heard were selling for lots of the humans' favorite thing, money.
Just thinking of the beasts trying to attack his friends, trying to wipe out Mother's (Mother Nature) children set him a fire. If any animal needed his help, if any natural landscape needed to be preserved, Metal Tooth, no Lukannon would go to the ends of the earth.
If this Dietrich was one of the "cor-por-ate" people his mentor told him about, he wasn't sure if it was worth delaying his next journey. Everyday they wore their suits, and stayed inside. None of them understood the greatness of the earth, what it was like to run wild through the jungles or swim in the rivers.
It had been almost 3 years since he was found living in the, what did Noa call it, oh right, the Sarmillion Jungle. Why they gave such strange names to places was beyond understanding. Even his name, given to him by the Hunter that found him living, thriving with his pack, had little meaning to him. The wolves always called him Metal Tooth for the large knife they found next to him when he was a cub. When others heard this name, they laughed. Noa said he would need a human name. Lukannon supposedly, meant...crap, he forgot again. This language was much more difficult then his native tongue (that of the wolves, that of the pack).
"Tell him I be down very fast."
Noa said he needed to adjust to human world. He would at least hear what the man had to say. Though, sometimes listening to their money problems became annoying. Why do they want it; why do they need it? Why not just live with Mother?
February 21, 2012, 01:12 PM
"No Mom, I'm not coming home any time soon" Scyre said over the phone, half-dressed, getting a bit annoyed. He did love his mother, but she certainly was a pain in the ass, plus, the fact that she was a more than capable Blacklist Hunter didn't help. "Because I really, really don't want to...hang on Mom, my room's phone is ringing" he said, glad to have an excuse to put his mother on hold.
"Dietrich huh? Zaltzman's Atlas Corp. lackey? Interesting...I wonder what he wants from me....OK, tell him I'll go down in a few"
-So Atlas Corporation is looking for Hunters? This most certainly has something to do with Spanner Farnaby's death, it was all over the news- he thought -well, I'm pretty sure the pay's gotta be great, but I really want to see what kind of dirt I'm going to find here-
"So Mom" he said cheerfully to his pretty annoyed mother "I have a much better excuse for not coming home, I have work to do, so, I'll talk to you later, okay? Love" and without waiting for a response (or yell) he hung up.
He disconnected his game console he left charging overnight and put it inside his bag. Finished dressing and without looking back, exited the room.
He pushed the elevator button and waited for it to arrive, with only one thought on his mind -Fuck, I didn't have any breakfast-
February 21, 2012, 04:56 PM
"...Muhei?!" The sound of a voice that had just awakened blurted out as he heard a phone ring. He groggily answered and recived the brief message,
"Dietrich? who the hell is that?" Dennis said still irritated after being waken up from his nap. He took a guess and assumed he was someone from the corperation whose head had just died or something. Even though he became a hunter, he was hoping he wouldn't have to pay attention to all this buisness and political crap until he was 20.
"Oh goody, the first thing I get to do after waking up is go down to meet some old guy who prbably smells like ass money..." He said streching and letting out a huge yawn. He then looked to the left of him and noticed a small cheap locket necklace. After staring at it he let out a sigh. "Well I'm always up for getting some cash."
After quickly getting dressed, and only putting on some deoderant, he walked out of the room and into the hallway with his boots, jeans and a black sleevless undershirt which he put a light blue jacket over, not even bothering to zip it up. He then but the locket around his neck and walked down the hallway, whiping out a cellphone to check the time, and began running when he realized he was late.
February 21, 2012, 08:24 PM
"Hmm... Dietrich, huh?" Sora had heard of him in the news. Something big involving the death of a powerful corporation's President... Atlas Corporation. That surely meant that dangerous people would be involved in whatever the work was. The thought of that entertained Sora... but he had to learn more to make sure that it was really worth it... after all, it had been a year of nothing but boring hunts.
The last one with the Magical Beast seemed good at first, but the beast wasn't really that dangerous, and just wanted to be left alone by the humans who were destroying the nearby forest to expand the city... What a disappointment, he thought he was getting a good fight at least. Well, there was nothing to be lost in seeing what the man had to say. Besides, he was curious WHY he would need a Hunter for.
"Tell him I'll be right there."
Sora quickly packed up what he usually brought with him. He was thinking about going down with Blue Drop, just in case... "What for? It's not like I'll be fighting down there.", he thought, quickly dismissing the issue. He was thinking on going for his more usual clothes, but ultimately decided upon the black coat. Showing off your real personality to strangers on a first meeting isn't really something advisable... he learned that from Takeshi.
That, and much more. If it were not for him, besides being pathetically weak, he would know next to zero about the outside world, and how to deal with people. Takeshi had made him study real hard and taught him a lot of things about people, places, and life in general. While ultimately not changing his happy attitude, he certainly became someone cautious, quite the contrast of his trusting attitude. "Trusting, while cautious... wonder if that makes me someone weird or interesting." He thought. "Wonder why I remembered everything, all of a sudden..." he said, quickly erasing all thoughts from his mind. "Not like it's the time to be thinking about those things, anyway."
"Besides... the black coat IS damn badass!" Sora cheerfully said, and opened the door.
February 22, 2012, 04:22 AM
The phone in Random's room rang.
"Just in the middle of practicing this insane song. GAH!"
The voice on the other side told Random Randomson to meet with some Dietrich at the lobby. Random answered with an affirmative and quickly hung up. A few seconds after the call and Random was thinking if hanging up that fast was too rude.
The speakers cranked up to maximum didn't prevent Random from hearing that pretty weak ring tone. He was focused on the music he was practicing to, yes, but he was ready for that damned call anytime. And it's about time anyway. A few minutes longer and he would've just left the building to indulge on music somewhere else.
Random was indeed ready. He didn't even sleep. He just took a shower at midnight, put on his usual get-up, and practiced air-drumming all through the wee hours of the morning. Now he was relatively soaked with sweat. Good thing the place had good air-conditioning. He just changed as quickly as he could into another set of clothes, and then went down.
As he made his way down the lobby, he couldn't stop tapping his feet and nodding. He wasn't even listening to music anymore. But his long practice session drilled the tunes in his head. That won't be erased soon.
"Oh shi. I'm late. This won't make a good impression." Random noted some guys already assembled at the lobby. "These guys look capable though. Nice."
February 22, 2012, 07:55 AM
Lukannon took a look around the hotel's entrance. He could feel the, what did Noa call it, oo-ra, ow-ra, no, whatever it was. The energy of the others in the room had gave off that pleasant sensation of being outside, chasing down an antelope and hamstringing it for the pack's continued existence.
He had no idea which one was this Dietrich, such an odd name to say. The only face he recognized was the boy (was it Sulu) in the black coat. He passed that test with Lukannon; the test Noa suggested he take after explaining the energy they both could use. Unfortunately, remembering this language's names did not come easy. They always had little to do with what they looked like. Nothing like his brothers and sisters, Thunderscar, Sharp Claw, No Eye, such simple names for his brethren.
The wolves passed a tale of someone who looked like this Sara (no that wasn't it either) helping out their home. Lukannon decided he should thank him on their behalf. How to approach him, that was the bigger problem. Staring at him like how his brother eyed a rabbit, as he was currently doing, was probably not the best way.
A feeling of excitement and nervousness began to build in Lukannon's gut. He always worked alone. Well, except that one time Noa asked for his help. Since that time Noa had been insisting he make human friends. Maybe it was time to give it a go with this new pack. Maybe he could even introduce them to Midnight, Ash, and Snow Moon.
February 22, 2012, 10:20 AM
Scyre arrived at the lobby, thankful for not listening to that shitty elevator music anymore. He quickly scanned the room. He recognized Dietrich at once (it was pretty obvious, since he was the only one wearing a suit), but was surprised to see that he wasn't the only one he knew in the room.
-Crap, what's this kid doing here....he wouldn't...?- he asked himself, already knowing the answer. The kid was a Hunter too, and if he was correct, Dietrich would want as many Hunters as he could get his hands on, which could only mean this job was way too hard.
There were more people there, not counting him and Dennis, only 5 of them were able to use Nen. -Oh sure....more Hunters-
-Now...who should I go to first? The kid or Dietrich? Or maybe I should go get something to eat?...No, no sidetracking, I can stuff myself later- he thought readjusting his mala. -Oh Buddha, what should I do....kid...Dietrich...kid...Dietrich...-
Ignoring his stomach's protests, he decided to talk to Dennis first. If he was indeed summoned by Dietrich, then it can only mean two things: One, if Atlas Corporation was so desperate that they need to hire as many Hunters as they could, then something really nasty is about to happen. And two: if they don't care about who are they hiring, not caring about experience or abilities, that certainly means Zaltzman's either an idiot or things are already bad enough.
So Scyre approached to Dennis with a sideways smile
"Been a long time kiddo, still alive?"
February 22, 2012, 12:25 PM
Dennis sniffed the air as he walked in. "this guy smells worse than anyone at home, must be in some deep shi- ! Scyre?" Dennis switched thoughts to words as he noticed an aqaintice of his from the hunter exam. "Yeah, but judging by the look you're givin' me I should be asking you that."
After this, he pulled out a candy bar he got from a vending machine on the way and ate it nonchallantly. "So scyre...*munch**munch*... as you know I don't really give a damn about corperations or politics, so do you have an Idea on why this old dude called us down here?" Dennis spoke, keeping out of ear range of his "client".
February 23, 2012, 07:49 AM
5 seconds after reaching the lobby and scanning the people that were gathered there, Random knew something was wrong. He looked at each and every person in that small cluster, and murmured the obvious to himself.
"What the-- These guys don't have their instruments with them?"
As he approached them further it was certain that this bunch were not the guys he was expecting. Random slowly put one palm up to his face.
"These aren't the guys I'm supposed to have a jam session with! Goddammit! And I hurried all the way here! Ugh!"
Random paused and thought hard for a span of 5 seconds.
"OK, that does it. Whatever these guys are up to, I'm down."
Random approached the receptionist. "Miss, if a Mr. Seth Myers comes here later, uh, you'll know it's him because he ALWAYS carries this HUMONGOUS bass guitar, tell him I won't show up for practice today. Thanks."
Random finally approached the group, introduced himself, and asked for the person named Dietrich.
February 24, 2012, 09:11 AM
Standing in the middle of the lobby, where he got a good view of both the elevator and stairs, Dietrich anxiously awaited the arrival of one or more of the Hunters. He wasn’t particularly hopeful that any would come; surely they would all be busy or just not interested. The best he could expect, he thought to himself, was maybe two of them to come with them. He could hardly believe his eyes when after another, no fewer than five people arrived within a few minutes!
First to join him was a rugged young guy who, alarmingly, wore little more than a pair of shorts. Then came a shorter, more normal looking young man who reminded Dietrich of someone, though he couldn’t think who for the moment. Then a young, energetic-looking kid joined them, and began talking a little way off to one of the others. Next came someone who looked like they could be a member of a heavy metal band what with the drum sticks he had with him and long, blond hair. He walked past Dietrich and began talking to the receptionist. After him was another kid in a long black coat and spiky hair. ‘What is this supposed to be,’ thought Dietrich, ‘a school trip?’ He checked himself quickly; these guys were Hunters – it didn’t matter if they were nine or ninety. The credo was to trust in your comrades’ strength, not to question it. Besides, he was lucky to be getting any help at all.
Finally a sixth man emerged from the direction of the stairs. He was young, probably in his early twenties, and reasonably good-looking; he had a well-defined jaw line and wide, hazel-coloured eyes, though these latter did have a slightly blank expression in them. He brushed a fringe of thick dark hair back from his forehead, yawned (not bothering to cover his mouth), and slouched into the lobby.
This last man glanced round at the faces of the other Hunters. Two of them he recognised from the Hunter exam three years ago. Being good with names and faces, he recognised them, though one had since entered puberty and the other left it. Lukannon was the name of the guy with no social skills he looked like he’d been raised in a jungle and the kid with the black coat was called Sora. Not looking for an akward reunion, the man glanced away and hoped not to catch their eyes just yet.
The man who had been talking to the receptionist returned to the group, introducing himself as Random Randomson, and asked for Dietrich. Thinking this as good a cue to start as any, Dietrich cleared his throat and addressed everyone in the room. ‘Thank you all for agreeing to see me on such short notice. My name is Dietrich Sollos. I require urgent assistance and would be grateful if you’d hear me out. Perhaps we could sit down,’ he added, gesturing to a group of luxurious couches arranged around a small table that constituted the lobby’s waiting area.
February 25, 2012, 02:18 PM
Sora had taken the elevator. When he arrived, there were more people there than he expected. He already suspected Dietrich wanted more than one person, otherwise his "invitation" would have been more personal. But to see over 3 people was a surprise...
"I'm not nervous... at all. These guys are definitely pros, but I don't feel nervous at all. They seem like cool guys... guess I over worried." Sora thought. "Not even Dietrich, who I thought was some evil mob guy or something, seems to be pretty cool."
"Huh, that is the wolf-like guy from the Hunter Exam... Lukannon!" Sora noticed. He usually doesn't pick up on people's faces and names that easily, specially since they didn't interact that much during the Hunter Exam for whatever reason, but Lukannon was exceptionally strong. "He's a grown man now. From what I've seen from his... intelligence, I'm not even sure if he remembers me. Good thing we didn't have to fight at the exam, not sure if I would be able to beat him back then. Of course, now is an entirely different story..." Sora wasn't sure why Lukannon was staring at him though... did he do something to call his attention, or is it just because he was recognizing him from the exam? But for some reason, Sora had the feeling that he knew what Lukannon was thinking... "I'll be sure to talk to him later. We had no opportunities to talk too much at the exam... I bet we can become great friends!" Sora smiled mentally. For now, he pretended he didn't notice him.
Somebody else arrived. He seemed familiar... "Yeah, he was from the Hunter Exam. Why can't I remember his name? I mean, it's not like 100 people passed the Exam, and my memory was never too bad..." Sora felt slightly disappointed with himself for not remembering the other guy's name.
Beyond that, no one in special really caught Sora's attention: they all were strong, Lukannon was (probably) friendly, there was the other guy from the Hunter Exam, but that was all. 2 of the other guys were talking, he wasn't interested in the conversation. Dietrich introduced himself, and gestured them to sit down. "There's a lot I want to ask, but it's better to wait until the man is done talking. I'm not making a fool of myself by asking obvious questions, even if everyone over here is probably asking themselves the same questions... they'll most likely be answered by Dietrich, anyway." Sora decided to lean against the wall nearby the couches instead of sitting.
February 26, 2012, 10:18 AM
Lukannon ended his staring, thinking it would be better to wait and thank Sola (no that was wrong too) until after deciding if this was a worthwhile endeavor.
Suddenly, a familiar smell caught his nose. All creatures, especially humans, had pretty unique odors coming from their body. This smell seemed familiar, but it was being masked by one thing forced upon Lukannon by these cities - soap (why Mother's water was not enough he would never understand). He was another from that test 3 years ago, but he would never remember the man's name. Not wanting to have to make small talk with two people in a row, thinking of how to thank Sora (that was it!) was difficult enough, Lukannon tried his best to avoid the man until later.
Never one for a luxurious lifestyle, Lukannon squatted right in the center of the sitting area. Coming from the jungle, he trusted his instincts about blind spots and always made sure he could run in any direction if the need called for it. He settled into a deep squat, muscles prepared to leap at the slightest notion of danger. His gold eyes took on their usual savage look, one that usually made it impossible for "civilized" people to approach. His ears were fully alert, simultaneously waiting for this Dee-te-rick to speak and for all sounds within the area.
February 26, 2012, 12:36 PM
Scyre stared as some people were gathering next to Deitrich. Obviously, there wasn't anymore time for chit chat.
"I have quite a few ideas of what's going on, but I won't share them with you, at least not yet. I'd like to be really sure. After all, the head of one of the biggest corporations in the world dies and a couple days later, one of the big dog's lackey tries to hire Hunters?" he said, not taking for a second his eyes from the group.
His stomach was still growling, so he decided to buy a chocolate bar from the machine. -Hmm....I didn't notice before, but I might be the oldest one here....maybe that headbanger too, he seems to be around my age. God, I'm so not babysitting- He thought while stuffing his mouth with chocolate.
Without even looking at Dennis, he started walking in the direction of the group.
He stared at Deitrich while sitting down. As the others were silent, he decided to talk first.
"So, Mr. Deitrich, what could possibly be going on, if the powerful Atlas Corporation needs so many Hunters?" he said "You shouldn't be surprised I know about you by the way, I'm Scyre Lurk, Information Hunter"
February 27, 2012, 01:34 AM
Dietrich requested the group that they have a seat on those comfy-looking couches in the lobby.
While they were walking towards it, Random looked around fast. It seems that his impatience cut the time for people to have small talk with each other. "Ugh. Are my manners deteriorating or what? Gah.", said Random inwardly. He inserted his drumsticks on his back pockets of his pants put his hands in his pants' side pockets. It was a telltale sign that he was disappointed with something, and that something, for now, is himself.
As they sat, this kid who had a druidic aura acted as though he really a druid. "This guy looks familiar. Hmm..." It was an irony that Random may never get reminded of this boy's identity until he actually gets a conversation in with the boy in question. He had met so many people in his life that he started to not bother remembering the names and faces of those who were not involved whatever business he was currently delving in.
Random noticed that he was thinking hard again. He could see himself do that funny lip-pout - again. He was made aware of this by his Nen-master. Whenever Random was concentrating, he does that. As he became conscious of this, Random tried hard to peel his gaze away from the boy, and focus his attention on the matter at hand.
A young adult around his age introduced himself to Dietrich as Scyre Lurk and mentioned something about the Atlas Corporation. "Atlas, huh...?" Random feinted a concerned look, but the truth is that this really powerful Atlas Corporation really hadn't struck a cowbell to him. Another sign of his increasing... indifference, perhaps? "I can't allow myself to become indifferent. Crime Hunters can't be indifferent...", Random thought hardly, and tried hard to recall everything he heard about this mammoth corporation, as he listened further.
February 27, 2012, 05:16 AM
The man who carried the two sticks became something of an interest for Lukannon. His face and body language were very open, sending many different signals rapid fire; so fast in fact Lukannon had a hard time figuring out what he was feeling. Reading human's body language had piqued the man-cub's interest since that fateful meeting with Noa because of the difficulties in expressing himself using their language. He thought he was getting better at it, but this time he was just confused.
Lukannon began listening more intently to the start of the conversation as he had never heard of an Information Hunter. The whole idea of it seemed very odd. He thought that was the reason people used those electronic boxes (the big ones in the buildings and the small ones everyone carried around with them). Furthermore, the only Atlas he knew was a large silverback pumynx (note: imaginary puma and lynx hybrid) from back home. He didn't want to embarrassingly open his mouth and ask if this building, or company, whatever it was, knew they stole his friend's name; so he just continued to listen alertly, trying to pick out the important parts of what Dee-trick (whom he now sniffed for memory) was about to say.
February 27, 2012, 07:09 AM
Dietrich was almost over-joyed when, one-by-one, the Hunters sat down. He didn't even mind that one of them squatted in the middle of seating area. It wasn't that much of a surprise to him, if truth be told; Hunters are the strangest of breeds, and having been one himself for years, he knew to expect some eccentric behaviour.
The boy in the black coat leant against the wall behind the couches. Three of the others - the three who looked to be in their early twenties, took seats on the couch. The other kid remained standing a few feet away, but he was well within ear shot. Dietrich took a seat where everyone could see his face as he prepard to adress them all.
Before he could begin, one of the men sat down spoke first. 'So, Mr. Deitrich, what could possibly be going on, if the powerful Atlas Corporation needs so many Hunters?,' he said. 'You shouldn't be surprised I know about you by the way, I'm Scyre Lurk, Information Hunter.'
'Ah, I've heard of you,' replied Dietrich, remembering why the young man looked familiar. 'You're Maria Lurk's son, right?' Dietrich had met Maria several times and though he didn't know her well, he held in high regard.
Remembering that it would be a bad time to get bogged down in small talk (there'd be plenty of time for that on their journey), Dietrich hurried on.
'As Mr. Lurk has surmised, I'm on behalf of Atlas Corporation.' Dietrich, who assumed everyone had heard of the company, glanced at the man squatted on the floor doubtfully and quickly decided it better to explain what it was. 'It's a powerful business that handles a lot of different products - pharmaceuticals, cars, airships, even robotics. And it contributes to important charity work. Now, as some of you may have heard, its CEO, Spanner Farnaby, died a few days ago. The board of directors is currently looking for a new leader. They intend to vote on which of them takes control in three days time. The man who is currently the most likely to succeed is called Ian Chapman. You may have heard of him too - he is a Hunter as well.'
At this point in his story, Dietrich's eyes took on a more steely look. He looked each of the Hunters in the eye one by one as he spoke slowly and meaningfully. 'This man is a known arms dealer. He has frequent dealings with someone called Reno Marconi, who sells weapons and ammunitions to terrorists the world over. Chapman must not be allowed to take control of Atlas under any circumstances. If he had Altas' funds at his disposal then he could create enough military strength that, if sold on, would be enough for terrorists or revolutionaries to take over a country of their choice.'
Pausing, Dietrich looked them each again, hoping the message had sunk in. There were several reasons why they might choose to join him on his mission, and he didn't want to under-emphasise any of them. Clearing his throat, he continued. 'My colleagues and I, including Oliver Zaltzman, another member of the Atlas board of directors, decided to expose Chapman; we can't arrest him of course - his Hunter license protects him - but if proof of his misdeeds were to reach the public then his electoral hopes would be finished.
We decided to infiltrate Marconi's base of operations. He resides in Gobunlia, and the hope was that he carried proof of his dealings with Chapman. Twisp, the third member of my group, went in alone. He was to report in to me via radio every two hours. It's now been four since he last checked in and I'm worried; if all Marconi had for protection was armed guards then Twisp would be able to get in and out without a problem. But if there were any nen users working for Marconi... well, Twisp might be out numbered. Any questions so far?'
The young man with the hazel eyes raised his hand a little to indicate he had questions. 'Er, hey, my name's Thos,' he said awkwardly, apparently adressing everyone. 'I was wondering... why did you send him in alone? And why wait 'til now to form a back-up team?'
'I admit, it sounds like the work of fools. And I guess it was. Well, Zaltzman didn't want to hire any outside help - we wouldn't have had time to do background checks, and a mole working for Chapman could have infiltrated the group. So it was down to the three of us. But Zaltzman was worried that if the mission failed and he was found to be involved with it then it'll make him look bad, or maybe even like he's the one working with Marconi. So that left me and Twisp. Twisp was to go in alone and I was to be the back-up - if the plan failed then I'd go in after him. That way we'd have two shots at success.'
Dietrich sighed wearily. 'I'm gonna be straight with you. I should have spoken out against the plan... Zaltzman's over-cautious... paranoid, even... we should have formed a proper team and gone in together, not send one guy in on a possible suicide mission. In fact, he doesn't even know that I'm looking for assisstance. But to hell with the plan - if Twisp's been captured then he needs to be rescued. So I'm disobeying orders and here I am, asking anyone I can find for their help. I can offer you two million jennis each.'
'What exactly are you offering it us for?' asked Thos.
'To accompany me to Marconi's estate in Gobunlia. To infiltrate it, to rescue Twisp and, if possible, find the proof of his dealings with Chapman. Hell, if any of you want to take down Marconi himself then be my guest.' Dietrich ended in a devil-may-care way. No harm in throwing in one more possible reason someone might agree to join him.
February 27, 2012, 08:56 AM
Yes, that was exactly what Sora expected: something actually dangerous. It's certain they're going to confront powerful enemies. He could barely contain all the excitement, this was a no-brainer decision. He decided to play it cool for now, though.
"Isn't that too little for what we're doing?" Sora said. He didn't particularly care about the money now, but the amount seemed unfair, and money is always useful to have.
February 27, 2012, 10:50 AM
"So, now we're dealing with terrorists huh? also there may be about 50 dudes with nen..." Dennis thought and he chewed on his candybar, holding it between his teeth with his hands in his pockets. He wasn't too sure abou how well he could do in a fight outnumbered even with his abilities, also theres this Macaroni dude or whatever the boss's name was...Perfect time to practie my skills! He said letting out a devilish grin, even better he was getting paid for this! maybe the price could be pushed up a bit, which that black coated kid was handling, but all in all it was like ass kicking for chairty to him. He was completely silent, but if one stood near him they could fell his excitment for the job seeping through him.
February 27, 2012, 11:49 AM
Scyre was pissed
-I really need to change my last name, everybody knows me because of my mother- he thought angrily, but still waited until Deitrich finished his explanations.
"I agree with that kid" he said "Two million jennis is way too little for such a mission, I'm sure Atlas Corp is rich enough to pay us two billion each for this mission, considering last year's earnings, am I right?" he asked Deitrich. "Besides, if Reno Marconi is involved, capturing or killing him is going to be hard."
Scyre was puzzled about Zaltzman's move. He was supposed to be smart, but making a dumb move like that would only make this mission harder, now they'll be on their toes for anything suspicious.
Still, something bothered him. What was this guy's angle? Chapman or Marconi? Either of them would be a fine prey, but there was something even deeper going on than just a hostile takeover. For now, he's going to keep his suspicions to himself.
"Well" Scyre said eying for a second to the other Hunters "I'm up for some infiltration, I'm quite good at collecting information you know? And, of course, if I have the chance, I'll kill Marconi"
February 27, 2012, 12:10 PM
Lukannon didn't really recognize too many of the larger words this Dietrich used, but weapons and ammunition were some of the first words he had wanted to learn from Noa. Those were the things used to kill Mother's children. Those were the things he and his pack dealt with so many years ago protecting their home, before he had learned to use Mother's energy. He hated these weapons with an unmatched ferocity.
He did not understand much about this Deetrick, for he too was a bus-ness man that tore down his relatives' homes. But, it seemed there were levels of wrong, of evil that Lukannon had come to understand more and more lately. These monsters that abused weapons needed to be killed now. He had lost too many brothers and sisters to these weapons.
Also, while the concept of paper being worth more than actual things was still somewhat foreign to him, Lukannon was adjusting more to the fact that with it, more forests, more jungles, more of Mother could be protected. Sora said he wanted more jenni; the others seemed dissatisfied with the jenni as well. For Lukannon, it was more personal.
"I go if you do me help in future. You are man with lots of this jenni that humans want. You have your company give this jenni to help protect Mother. If yes then I leave now to kill those with weapons."
Lukannon spoke with as much confidence as he could in this still foreign language. Whenever he had to speak for a long time, he would unconsciously finger his Metal Tooth, his true namesake. Noa said that made people nervous, but it was his natural instinct. Surviving, fighting for what was yours, sharing with your pack, the knife symbolized that to him. It was the only thing that connected his birth pack to the family that raised him.
February 29, 2012, 04:08 AM
"Wow", Random thought. There's just too many details involved. This indeed is a big mission. But as that other guy said, the pay is not enough.
"Wait, I'm a Hunter, not a Mercenary. A Crime Hunter, even. This smells too much of crime. About money, the Association gave us access to wads of money I probably couldn't spend in my lifetime. So who gives a shi about money...?", all of this was said in Random's mind. But in reality some of the words made their way out of his mouth in tiny murmurs.
"Sorry to interrupt the other guys. Whatever the deal is, I'm in. The gig seems to have the potential to let us run into a lot of "orcs"", declared Random. The other Hunters did not get this term, as could be seen from their faces.
"Orc" was a term Random uses for people who gate-crash into concerts. That means they didn't buy a ticket, or pay the entrance fee. This is the case especially at gigs launched at wide venues. Orcs tend to destroy the whole gig if they are allowed to become too ferocious.
"Yeah, as I was saying, Orcs. I'm experienced at handling many foes at once. But don't expect me to be subtle", said Random, smiling and emphatically tapping his feet to a rhythm only he could hear. It was probably getting over some peoples' nerves, but Random allowed himself to be indifferent this time.
February 29, 2012, 12:37 PM
'Isn't that too little for what we're doing?,' asked one of the boys. Dietrich was aware that he wasn't offering much in comparison to the amounts Hunters could usually expect to earn for this kind of job. He had been hoping that the subject wouldn't come up - forking out 12 million was a big deal for him.
'I agree with that kid,' chimed in Scyre, 'Two million jennis is way too little for such a mission, I'm sure Atlas Corp is rich enough to pay us two billion each for this mission, considering last year's earnings, am I right?' he asked Deitrich. 'Besides, if Reno Marconi is involved, capturing or killing him is going to be hard.' Dietrich didn't like the guy's know-it-all attitude, and he wondered when it was that Hunters had got so greedy.
'I know it's not much,' he said, looking from Scyre to Sora. 'But this mission isn't being funded by Atlas ("as you should have surmised", Dietrich wished he could add). They don't even know about it - they wouldn't respond well if they heard one of their board of directors was trying to ruin the reputation of another. Hell, this money isn't coming from Zaltzman. It's coming straight out of my own pocket, and it's all I have.
The best I can say is that, if we pull this off, Mr. Zaltzman will be very grateful, and I'll do my best to persuade him to offer you more, but I can't promise anything.'
'Well,' Scyre said eying for a second to the other Hunters 'I'm up for some infiltration, I'm quite good at collecting information you know? And, of course, if I have the chance, I'll kill Marconi.'
Before Dietrich could reply, another of their number spoke - the one crouched on the floor. 'I go if you do me help in future. You are man with lots of this jenni that humans want. You have your company give this jenni to help protect Mother. If yes then I leave now to kill those with weapons.' Dietrich wondered how best to proceed with this strange man whose speech was broken. Everything about him screamd that he had been brought up in the wild, and with a great deal of perciption, Dietrich correctly guessd that "Mother" was nature or the environment.
'I can't guarantee that, I'm afraid.' He looked Lukannon in the eye as he spoke. 'But if we succeed in this mission, then Mr. Zaltzman will probably become boss of the company, and he intends to put of Atlas' money into helping the environment and nature.' In his desparation, Dietrich was beginning to tell lies; Zaltzman had no plans for any environmental or conservation work, but there was no way any of them would know that.
'Sorry to interrupt the other guys,' put in the long-haired man. 'Whatever the deal is, I'm in. The gig seems to have the potential to let us run into a lot of "orcs"', declared Random. The other Hunters did not get this term, as could be seen from their faces. 'Yeah, as I was saying, Orcs. I'm experienced at handling many foes at once. But don't expect me to be subtle', said Random, smiling and emphatically tapping his feet to a rhythm only he could hear.
'You can be the diversion then,' Dietrich joked with a slight smile. He silently gave thanks for not all Hunters being obssessed with money.
'Who cares about money?' added Thos simply, leaning forward in his seat. He gave most of his to charity anyway. His master had told him to try as many different types of Hunt as he could, and he agreed to any job that sounded exciting. 'I'm up for it. Are you gonna test us or anything?,' he asked Dietrich.
The other man shook his head. 'I've asked for your help with this. I have no right to question your abilities, nor am I in any position to do so. I will trust in the strength of all of you that choose to join me, as I hope you will trust in mine.'
February 29, 2012, 09:33 PM
Lukannon eyed the man wearily. He noted that what the man had said was fairly empty and had made no promise to support Mother in any way. However, from his desperation, it seemed as if the man he wanted to take down would cause even more problems for his friends and family. Lukannon decided that this man would most likely be the lesser of two tigers. If it didn't work out, if he was betrayed, he would take it as another lesson of how to deal with living in the human world. Of how to deal with their own selfish behavior.
"I am no stupid. You don't promise Mother anything. But I still decide go. Friends must trust friends. Friend taught me Hunters are friends. I am ready."
February 29, 2012, 10:26 PM
-That kind of attitude will only get you killed- Scyre though with a sigh. -Mmm...a reinforcement type? Maybe Emission?- he wondering for a second eyeing the wild boy.
-Hhmm....money's too little but on the other hand, getting rid of Marconi would certainly be interesting, fuck, decisions decisions.....-
Scyre was certainly getting annoyed by his own thoughts, but he tried to remain calm. He took a second to reevaluate his companions...the wild boy seemed simple enough, only caring about the environment. There was nothing personal for him to win or to lose. The headbanger came next. He said he could take down several guys at the same time, maybe something to do with his ability, which could be useful since his own ability can only affect one person and it also has a chance of backfiring, plus, he seemed smart enough, which made him an interesting ally.
Then he looked at Dennis. The kid seemed to have grown a lot since the last time he saw him. Yet, he had the impression he still needed a little more experience, but it wasn't a bad thing, the kid's only 16 or so. The other kid, whos name was still unknown to Scyre seemed to be pretty much the same as Dennis.
Thos didn't give much information about himself, and his appearance didn't reveal much. He was going to enter Hunter's Association's website and try to found a little about him.
"Well, Mr. Sollos, you seem desperate enough, and for what I know, if this situation is enough to make so many powerful people this nervous, then it's gonna be pretty big...I guess I'm in, despite the money" he said finally looking at Deitrich.
"Now...what's your plan Mr Sollos?"
February 29, 2012, 11:02 PM
"Not wanting to beat a dead horse, but I didn't say I wanted more money out of greed, if that's what everyone's thinking." Sora chimed in. "I thought the amount wasn't fair, and I don't like it when something's not fair, that's all. If you say that's as much as you can pay, then it's totally OK."
Sora paused for a second to look at everyone's faces. "If it isn't obvious enough, I accept too." Sora declared confidently with a simple smile. "Besides, now I got very curious what's the deal about all of this. Maybe it's pointless, but I'll still ask it..." he thought.
"Sorry for being so straight, but... are you positively not hiding anything from us?" Sora looked Dietrich in the eye, without blinking. He has a good instinct to tell whether people are trustworthy or not. Now, it would depend on how Dietrich answered.
After hearing Dietrich, Sora put his left hand behind his back and said "Anyway, I apologize if my attitude sounded arrogant. Name's Sora, I think it will be great working with everyone here!", doing a thumbs up at the end.
March 01, 2012, 02:17 AM
Dennis glanced at sora noting how he put Dietrich on a bit of a spotlight."I have no problems with the pay or task... " He said swolloing his candy bar. "but he's right. If we can't trust you, then that in turn means you can't trsut us, and if there is anything I've learned from being a hunter, its that things NEVER go completely to plan." Dennis then got comfortable in his chair resting his head on his arms and crossing his legs on a nearby coffe table. "Should any mishaps happen, we'll have no choice but to resort to our own instinct, and you'll have to both accept and go with it on a dime, if you can't do that you're as good as a dead man. so to cut any bullcrap on the job, I really think you should think well on your response to us will be and be willing to go through with it."
Well no matter what his response is, I'm prone to using my own instincts anyway...
March 01, 2012, 07:14 AM
Random was really getting impatient at his point but this is all because his supposed band mates still haven't shown up. He kept both legs bouncing up and down, as if he were stomping on bass drums. This really didn't make any noise but the visual distraction factor is high.
"For young guys they seem pretty distrustful. But being used sucks. Corporate guys seem to thrive on things like this. So I think this is understandable. I'd like the gig to start pretty soon though. Should I say something more rousing to expedite the negotiation here? What to do...?", said Random to himself again. Somehow he visualized himself looking bored but he can actually feel some tension here. The greatest source of this tension though seems to be Dietrich. Did he lie or something? Random really wanted to say something but...
"I guess... I'd have to shut up and let Dietrich say something first", Random decided.
March 04, 2012, 10:48 AM
Lukannon eyed Dietrich wearily. 'I am no stupid,' he said. You don't promise Mother anything. But I still decide go. Friends must trust friends. Friend taught me Hunters are friends. I am ready.'
Dietrich, resisting the urge to say 'I never claimed that I was promising anything,' and replied with a smile, 'Glad to have you aboard.'
'Well, Mr. Sollos, you seem desperate enough,' Scyre was now saying, 'And for what I know, if this situation is enough to make so many powerful people this nervous, then it's gonna be pretty big...I guess I'm in, despite the money' he said finally looking at Deitrich. 'Now...what's your plan Mr Sollos?'
'Not wanting to beat a dead horse,' but I didn't say I wanted more money out of greed, if that's what everyone's thinking.' the boy in the black coat chimed in, before Dietrich could explain his plan. 'I thought the amount wasn't fair, and I don't like it when something's not fair, that's all. If you say that's as much as you can pay, then it's totally OK.' Sora paused for a second to look at everyone's faces. 'If it isn't obvious enough, I accept too.' Sora declared confidently with a simple smile. 'Sorry for being so straight, but... are you positively not hiding anything from us?' Sora looked Dietrich in the eye, without blinking.
'I have no problems with the pay or task...,' added Dennis. 'But he's right. If we can't trust you, then that in turn means you can't trust us, and if there is anything I've learned from being a hunter, its that things NEVER go completely to plan.' Dennis then got comfortable in his chair resting his head on his arms and crossing his legs on a nearby coffe table. 'Should any mishaps happen, we'll have no choice but to resort to our own instinct, and you'll have to both accept and go with it on a dime, if you can't do that you're as good as a dead man. So to cut any bullcrap on the job, I really think you should think well on your response to us will be and be willing to go through with it.'
Thos couldn't help snickering at the sight of two kids talking down to a man in his thirties. His eyes, which had previously looked a little blank, now held a bright spark within them and he was smiling ever so slightly, making him looking like a little like a happy cat. He was excited at the prospect of this expedition, and he was warming to his new comrades.
Dietrich looked back at Sora and Dennis. When he spoke, his tone was equally calm and reassuring. 'I promise, I've told you everything. I know you think you can't trust a corporate stooge like me, but I assure you, my only concern is my friend's safety.'
Sora appeared to be satisfied; he put his left hand behind his back and said,' Anyway, I apologize if my attitude sounded arrogant. Name's Sora, I think it will be great working with everyone here!', doing a thumbs up at the end. Dietrich smiled very genuinely at this. On the whole, he was extremely impressed with those gathered before him. There all seemed to have their heads screwed on straight, they had good instincts and, perhaps most importantly, they were all very genuine. He intended to prove them right to trust him.
From his back pocket he produced a world map. Quickly unfolding it, he laid it out on the coffee table. 'Here's where we are now,' in Le Sac, Dietrich said, pointing at it, as they all leanded in to look. Marconi's base is here, in Gobunlia. We're going to travel by airship to Brahm, here, which borders Gobunlia. Now I know what you're thinking - why not travel straight to Gobunlia? Well, Marconi has a lot of influence there. I don't want to run even the slightest risk of him catching wind of seven Hunters flying into his backyard.
So we fly to Brahm. The journey will take us about six hours. I've already chartered an airship - it's ready and waiting for us at the airport. Then we sneak across the Gobunlia border and then travel cross country 'til we reach somewhere we can buy a van without having to answer too many questions. Then we drive to Deriva. It's a small, poor, one-horse town. Just outside of it, on top of a big hill is Marconi's mansion, where he lives in the lap of luxury. It's also where he conducts his business, so it should be full of papers connecting him to Chapman. Since he has the Gobunlia police in his pocket he can do all this in his home without fear of retribution. That's why we under-estimated his security - we expected him to be complacent.'
Dietrich pulled back one of his long sleeves and checked his watch. 'It's eleven am now. Half an hour to the airport, six hour flight, and then two to three hours 'til we reach Deriva. We should arrive at about midnight.'
He folded up the map and got to his feet. 'Of course, there's a lot more to discuss, but I don't want to waste any more time if possible. We'll talk out the details of the mission, including our strategy, on the air ship. I rang for a cab on the way here. It should be waiting outside by now. Half of you can take that to the airport. The rest of you can come in my car. If you've got any equipment to collect from your rooms, please do it now - I'd like to leave in ten minutes if possible.'
Thos was the first to rise. 'I'll be back in a minute!' he said, hurrying quickly up the stairs. In a couple of minutes he was back, wearing a thick, dark green army jacket that was very fashinable amongst young men. He spoke to the receptionist, leaving with her everything valuable he had with him except for his cell phone - a Hunter Association building was as safe a place to stash treasure as any bank. He then walked over to Dietrich, already prepared, who stood by the door. 'Ready!'
In a darkened basment many miles away, a body, beaten, bruised and bloody, was slumped against the wall. Chains were wrapped around his body, chains which snaked along the floor and up to a man's hands. However, the man wasn't holding the chains; instead, it looked liket the chains were coming out of his hands themselves. He was one of three ominous-looking individuals stood round, looking down at the prisoner. 'He isn't talking,' said the man with the chains in a deep, calm voice.
'Has Scroobius had a go at him?' asked another man, equally calmly. What little light there was in the room glinted off his spectacles, concealing his eyes.
'Are you kidding? Scroobius would kill him,' came the sound of a woman's voice, incredulously. They heard the sound of steps descending the stairs behind them, but none of them took their eyes off the beaten man at their feet. The girl that joined them had an irritatingly chirpy, slightly shrill voice that resonated around the room dissonantly.
'The boss just called! He says he'll be here with Alice at about midnight!'
'Good,' replied the bespectacled man. 'Get back to guarding that idiot Marconi, Fi.'
'Got it, Steiny!' the girl replied, turning and skipping back up the stairs.
'Well Alice'll get everything we need out of him anyway,' "Steiny" finished solemnly.
Here's where we're headed. From my photobucket account. Original art by Togashi Yoshihiro (duh).http://i1257.photobucket.com/albums/ii516/TameHxH/HxH_map.jpg
March 04, 2012, 12:09 PM
"I'll be back in a second" Scyre said standing up, giving one last glance to Deitrich. Something was off, but he couldn't put his finger into it just yet. -Well...I can always change my own plans- he thought while pushing the elevator button.
He got inside his room and logged into his computer. In a second he entereed the URL for the Hunter's Association Website and used his license number (and the License itself) to get access.
"Now let's see....Thos Thos Thos....ah, here he is.....uhm...interesting" he said to himself.
Name: Thos Hrodrolf
Passed the Hunter exam three years ago.
A student of Guillaume Brider, the one star Music Hunter.
Is rumoured to have a medical-based ability.
Not known to specialise in any one kind of Hunting.
Gives moderate amounts of money to several charities.
Putting his stuff on his backpack, he took out his phone -I really don't want to do this but....- He search through his contacts until he found the one he wanted.
"Uhm...hey mom....before you yell at me for hanging up on you listen, I might need your help for a job" Scyre said while grabbing his gun, a little gift he got from his mother when he turned 15. "Here's the deal, I'm about to infiltrate Reno Marconi's state and find some incriminating evidence, things might take a turn for the worse, as they usually do, so I need you to be on your guard, in case he flees or something happens, plus, in case of extreme emergncy, it would be glad to have someone like you as backup" he finished.
/Marconi huh? Maria Lurk said on the phone, Well, it wouldn't be fair if I helped you now, would it? So you're on your own for now Scy, but let me tell you this, if you kill him, I'll play a game with you, sounds good?/
-Now, this is interesting, I could have my mother finally off my back, or whatever I want- Scyre thought with a grin "You're so gonna regret those words Mom" he thought as he hung up. He went throught his room to make sure he hadn't forgotten anything, retrieving his portable console charger.
After he left the room, he dashed down the stairs to the lobby -Faster this way-
"So, should we leave now?"
March 04, 2012, 01:29 PM
Dennis shrugged and got back into sitting position. "Ok pal if you say so..." He said bearing a grin. After listening to the plan he stood "got it. I'LL be back soon! I didn't shower or anything, oh well I can't smell worse than tarzan over there..." He said switching to his thoughts. Once he was upstairs he gathered his wallet, phone and finally his locket which he looked at for a bit. "Its a new job, this one seems like it'll be more interesting than the rest." Dennis said, then put it on and under his shirt.
After packing his small backpack he went downstairs and quickly went outside, looking around for the others.
March 04, 2012, 03:35 PM
Sora decided he would trust everyone present. Even if all of them were to betray him, he'd have no regrets.
"Actually, I expected this to be a mission and was planning to accept it from the very start, so I brought all my stuff." Sora said, taking off his coat, revealing his usual black and red outfit, and stashing it into his backpack. He also took out his usual black shoes and switched them up with the big, yellow shoes in his backpack that he usually swears.
He was curious about Dietrich, his past, why did he get that job, though all that would have to wait. Sora wanted to say hi to Thos, but he was getting ready upstairs. Since they had a bit of time because almost everyone was getting ready, he might as well talk about this now.
"Lukannon!" Sora said, waving at him. "Long time no see! I suppose you have time to talk, right?" Sora said. Without waiting for an answer, he added "Was there something you wanted to say to me?"
March 05, 2012, 06:14 AM
Being indoors with unfamiliar humans was bad enough. Being in a fairly unfamiliar setting made things worse. One on one interaction was Lukannon's biggest fear. He began rubbing his finger along the edge of his metal tooth. He only did such on two types of occasions: when preparing to kill and when extremely anxious. It was a simple guess which time this was.
"Hello, Sora. It is nice to see you again." Lukannon strained with pronouncing each word clearly and correctly. "I hear from family that you protect jungle. Stop hu ---err --- city from killing trees. Help Rivax stop fighting with building people." Lukannon kept persevering through the conversation, hoping that he was expressing his and his brethren's gratitude well.
"Brethren say you good person. They, no, we want to say thank you." Lukannon finished what he wanted to say, and grew very quiet, almost literally shrinking into himself. "I go get bag. Be back fast. Take first wheels to flying machine. I hope we trust each other."
And with that Lukannon sped off to grab his little carry bag.
March 07, 2012, 05:41 AM
"Wow, this is really exciting, huh...", Random was trying to wrap his head about the events that were unfolding before him. "So we fly on a plane - damn the Hunter Association zeppelins -, beat up some goons, and probably expose some bigwig's stench. Holy crap this is much more exciting than a jam session. And hey... did I just give these guys a clue to my Nen-ability earlier...? Gah!", Random audibly slap his palm on his forehead, gaining the attention of the others for a short while, giving him another weirded-out look.
And then Random remembered Dietrich only gave them 10 minutes to prepare. "D'OH! Gotta hurry!"
Random sped up to the elevators, and then to his room, tapping his feet rapidly when he was forced to stay still. He crashed into his room's door, dumped his spare clothes, showered quickly (he needed it, as he was kinda sweating due to his air drum session) and bolted out of his room. Halfway to the elevator he remembered, "GAH! POTATO CHIPS! I FORGOT THE POTATO CHIPS!" He ran back to his room and shoved all 5 packs of chips in his bag, and ran off to the elevators and the lobby. He even slipped as he reached the latter.
"Man, am I clumsy or what? How am I supposed to give a good impression on these guys? Gah..."
March 07, 2012, 09:18 AM
"So should we go now?" Scyre said as soon as he reached the lobby, just in time to see the headbanger slip.
-So much for first impressions- he thought starting to laugh a little. He couldn't control it, once he starts laughing, it's hard for him to stop, so a little giggle turned into a full laughter until he reach the guy.
"Need hahahaha...need a hand...hah..this floors can be dangerous haah" he said trying hard to suppres the laughter, failing miserably. "Sorry, I can't help it....but....but you should be more careful next time" he said.
"I'm Scyre...Scyre Lurk" he introduced himself,glad the laughter finally died. "If we're going to be teammates, at least we should know each others names huh?" he finished offering a hand.
March 07, 2012, 04:48 PM
One by one, the team arrived in the lobby. Dietrich led the way outside and drove half of them in his own car whilst the rest jumped into the waiting cab.
Half an hour they were all at the airport and getting ready to board the ship their leader had hired for them. Being Hunters, no questions were asked at boarding or customs and within minutes they were sitting round the airship's gondola.
The compartment was more roomy than most of aircrafts of this kind. There was enough room to stretch out, even lie down on one of the ample sofas that stretched round three of its sides. The fourth side was occupied the controls, where Dietrich sat down and got ready for take-off. By this time they had all exchanged names but hadn't had much of a chance to to exchange small talk. With a six-hour flight in front of them, however, there was plenty of time to get to know one another.
Before that, however, they had to work out a plan of attack. Once they were safely up in the air, Dietrich whacked auto-pilot on and turned to face the others.
'Right, time to decide on a plan.
As I see it, we have three goals we want to fulfil.' Dietrich counted them off on his fingers. 'Rescue Twisp. Find the evidence. Kill Marconi. It's none of my business what techniques you all possess, but does anyone think they'd be particularly suitable for any of those three roles?'
Thos, who was sitting to Dietrich's left, raised his hand a little, as he had done in the lobby. 'Twisp could be in a bad way by now,' he said. 'I'd better be one of the ones who goes to find him.' Dietrich nodded.
'Right,' he said, but didn't ask anymore. 'Anyone else?' he asked the rest of the group.
'We'll also need to work out how to infiltrate the mansion grounds. We could just charge in the front, but they'd pick up on us before we could reach the door, so I'm thinking something more subtle might be needed.'
Back in the city, in the high-rise Panacea office building, Clarence Braig sat behind the desk of his spacious office. He was sat silently reading a letter of thanks from a certain politician whose daughter he had recently performed surgery on. "Without you, she would certainly have died. I cannot thank you enough..." it read etc. Braig placed it back down on the table and smiled contentedly.
His office began to ring and he picked it up after a few moments. 'Mr. Chapman on the phone for you, sir,' he heard his reception say.
'Put him though, dear,' he replied. He leant back in his chair as the call was put through. 'Ah, Mr. Chapman,' he said in a friendly manner. 'What can I do for you?'
'Braig,' he heard the other man greet him in a succinct, business-like tone. After exchanging a few formal pleasantries, they began their conversation in earnest.
'Braig, let me be blunt. I intend to win the election.'
'I never had any doubt.'
'But we both know I can't do it alone. And we both know from whom you will receive votes. Those two or three people for whom you've... worked.'
'What do you mean?' asked Braig, knowing exactly what his colleague meant.
'Everyone knows that you have used the powers and influence of Panacea to help several members of our board of directors, or members of their family.'
'Is there anything objectionable about saving the lives of one's fellow man?'
'Not at all. I'm just making sure we both know where we stand. But, my point is this: I wish to make a deal with you. Request those with whom you have influence to vote for me.'
'And what will I receive in return?' asked Braig coolly. Chapman waited a few moments before answering.
'Name your price.'
'If you wish.'
'No thank you, I have plenty of it already,' as you know.
'Fine, then what is it you want?' Chapman demanded testily.
'If you win, you make me vice-president.'
Again, Chapman waited some moments before replying. When he did, he said just one word. 'Deal.' Immediately afterward, Braig heard him put the phone down. He sat back in his chair and smiled to himself once more.
March 07, 2012, 08:22 PM
"Question. "Do we need to kill Marconi? Nothing against it, just curious." Sora said. "Though I suppose it'll be very hard just to kill him, let alone take him as prisoner..." He thought.
"I volunteer to fight -or kill- Marconi. I'm not cut for a "retrieve evidence" kind of mission from that level and I don't think I could protect a potentially heavily injured person too well." Sora stated with confidence. "That's the most fun mission, anyway...", those last words being on his mind.
March 09, 2012, 06:25 AM
He heard someone laughing. At his fail.
"Well, can't be helped. I suck, don't I?", Random told Scyre after the latter introduced himself. Random gave his hand and stood up.
"Nice to meet you brother. I go by the name of Random Randomson. You mentioned your surname was Lurk? I do remember someone by that name... I'm not sure though." Random told Scyre. They then talked about the upcoming mission till all of them finally got assembled and headed onto the airport.
On the plane, Dietrich had a three-pronged plan of action. Random immediately thought of the "Kill Marconi" branch. But then something bothered him.
"This Marconi guy. He seems familiar. But I'm poor at remembering people's names. If I get to see his face, I may be able to remember him completely..."
Random asked Dietrich. "Is it possible if we could just capture Marconi?"
Random remembered Scyre wanted to kill this guy, for a reason he doesn't know. "This is bad," Random thought to himself. He just hoped Scyre had enough patience and self-control to not kill Marconi. The guy really seemed vaguely familiar. He thought hard. "Was it that time in Saint Vesalius...? Nah, can't be... I'm sure we got all of the thugs in there..."
Sora cut short Random's internal monologue. Sora wants to be on the "Fight or Kill Marconi" team.
"There's a greater chance that Marconi lives if I had Sora - or anybody with Sora's mindset - on the team. Random shooted for that slot as well. But he paused and weighed the other team options.
"The Find Data Team looks interesting. I could probably get more info there than Marconi, if he ever was involved in that Saint Vesalius incident."
"But Save Twisp team looks like I may have a better use there. I'm pretty sure there are 2-3 people guarding Twisp. But Marconi, there's no point in thinking he doesn't have a lot of lackeys around him as well. And strong lackeys, at that..."
"Pff...", Random took a deep breath, closed his eyes, and decided.
"As I've said earlier, I have good experience in dealing with a huge number of enemies. I would see myself useful when being partnered with a guy who excelled at one-on-one situations. Can anybody say they're sure they're good at one-on-one?"
Right after Random asked the guys this question, Random thought, "please, partner Lukannon with a guy who is a better thinker than me..."
Random waited for the team's answers.
March 09, 2012, 06:55 AM
'Question. Do we need to kill Marconi? Nothing against it, just curious,' Sora said. 'I volunteer to fight -or kill- Marconi. I'm not cut for a "retrieve evidence" kind of mission from that level and I don't think I could protect a potentially heavily injured person too well,' Sora stated with confidence.
'No, killing Marconi isn't a necessity. Scyre, at least, expressed his wish to do so, however, and from a practical point of view it might be easier to do than capture him.'
'Plus,' cut in Thos, 'the people working for him are probably doing so for money. If the one paying them is killed, there's always a chance they'll stop fighting. Although personally I think we should capture him,' he added hastily. 'Although I know that's easier said than done...' he finished sheepishly.
'Well, kill or capture, I'll leave that to the discretion of the team handling that part of the operation.'
'As I've said earlier,' contributed Random, 'I have good experience in dealing with a huge number of enemies. I would see myself useful when being partnered with a guy who excelled at one-on-one situations. Can anybody say they're sure they're good at one-on-one?'
Dietrich shook his head. 'Not me. In this kind of mission, my ability's best use will be to stall several opponents at once.' He wondered silently whether or not to tell everyone the details of his ability as a gesture of good faith.
March 09, 2012, 11:50 AM
"I guess you guys don't know" Scyre said with a sigh, interrupting the conversation "Marconi has been arrested once before, and got out because he has the money and the influence to do as he pleases. Of course, most of the details about his capture and release are confidential, but the person who busted him that time was my mother, the blacklist Hunter Maria Lurk. I called her from the hotel and after she declined on being our backup, she sent an email to my phone with some details about the last time she saw him, I'll foward it to you guys. Not much, actually, nothing we didn't already know, except for the fact that he has a lot of influence in most countries' politicians, head of huge multinational corporations, etc., his clients."
He look at his comrades and he knew he had to say something awful
"There also another point. We hadn't had any kind of report from Twisp, so chances are he might not be alive. So the question is, do we really split ourselves to find him, or do we operate under the assumption he is dead? I'll leave it for you to decide." He finished eyeing Deitrich.
-This complicates things- He thought to himself.
"In short, what I'm saying is, capturing him alive won't do, so it would be easier to just kill him, we'd be taking out one of the big dogs of the underworld." Scyre continued a little more.
"I'm skilled at one on one fighting, and I want to go after Marconi, if I'm gonna have a partner, I need someone who can fight against several people at the same time, someone who can fight from the distance, since I'm a close combat fighter."
March 09, 2012, 02:19 PM
Once on the plane, Dennis heard the plan and thought to himself. "Hm... I'm good at one on one, and my techniqe is mostly for settling ambushes... I could go in after Marconi, but retreiving the that twisp guy isn't completely out of the question either...
After listening to Sora, Scyre and Random's comments He thought again. "Man, so many people are on the kill marconi team!! even though he hasn't said anything yet I assume tarzan over here's gonna join too..." Dennis thought sighing. "well, dosn't marconi have quite the fanclub, too bad twisp isn't as popular, the poor guy." Dennis said reffering to scyre's comment. "All I can say about my abilities is that I'm good at close range and can effect wide areas, wether or not I can take out multiple people depends. Its one thing if they're noobs who suck at using nen or are just average, but if their skilled at it it may be a problem. That said I was going to go after marconi as well, but we need to be sure someone handles the other jobs."
"I understand what Scyre is saying about twisp possibly being dead, but I still think a few people should at least go to check it out. if he's dead, sucks, but those two can either go to find information or serve as back up against marconi. If he's alive of course, we'd have to make sure he'll survive and find a safe place for him. As for gathering info, wouldn't it just be a matter of going into a office or something and hacking a computer or finding papers. I'm no hacking geniues but even I can find files. these guys are mafia right? so they should be orginized enough to have a rocord storeroom."
"it sucks I'll have to miss out on Marconi, but I don't wanna leave a man off for dead when he could still be alive. plus, even if we beat marconi and get him to confess, the best we can do with that is spark controversy, buisness people are good at covering up their own ass so we need soild proof."
March 12, 2012, 10:18 PM
Lukannon heard the plan and liked the 3 different approaches. Save the pack member, kill the threat. The concept of "evidence" being needed was extremely odd as killing someone who is a threat was natural instinct. If he was killed why would they need this evidence? However, he didn't want to voice this opinion as he was sure the others wouldn't understand. To Lukannon it sounded like everybody wanted to do the same part of the plan. Remembering Noa's words, Lukannon decided it would be better to only use Ash to handle finding the missing person or information. He was willing to give up killing the weapon man to be a good pack member.
Working up the strength to reveal an general idea of part of his ability and running through the words in his head, Lukannon began what he was thinking.
"I can see very far. If someone uses En, have problem. But no En I can see very far, find many things. Problem is I don't know evidence is. Need partner to help tell me what look for. I probably be best to find missing pack member. I still see very far. Helping pack member more important."
"Why capture weapon man? He is danger to group, danger to Mother. Kill him then no more danger. Take him then might be more trouble later."
March 14, 2012, 08:34 AM
Scyre made some comments that would make Random go with the Kill Marconi team. But the real reason he wants to go with him is that he wants to make sure Scyre doesn't kill Marconi.
Random unexpectedly raised his voice and assumed a brusque tone, perhaps letting his "cool, good guy" impression go.
"Lukannon, if weapon man dies, some secrets that he hasn't revealed yet may endanger more lives. We need him alive, long enough to at least prevent those deaths."
"Marconi might have information that is more valuable that what we may get from the data
banks here...", Random caught himself and apologized. "though I realize there might not be much he knows that we could use to light Chapman's ass. Nevertheless, I still would want to capture Marconi. He needs to answer to justice."
"Additionally, it's more challenging to capture Marconi than kill him outright. So yeah, I would want to be on the Kill Marconi team", and Random somehow gave Scyre a hard but brief stare right in his eyes.
March 15, 2012, 01:26 PM
While Dietrich thought hard over this problem, Thos began to speak, He did so matter-of-factly, but without any heat in his tone. 'If you want to reduce arms dealing, it's naive to think that this is the best way of doing so. Killing Marconi won't achieve anything - he'll just be replaced by someone else, and arresting him is useless. To deal with this problem properly would involve so much more than a crusade like this - you'd have to gain help from international police authorities, run round-the-clock surveillance on Marconi, try to undermine his authoirty within the Gobunlian government. You'd have to find out the inner workings of his entire operation and break it apart from the inside, as well as build a case vagainst Marconi personally that's so strong and so public that even the most corrupt of systems couldn't acquit him.'
'What are you trying to say?' asked Dietrich.
'That if we want to take down Marconi's operation, we can do so another time, though it would probably take years to do it properly. For this operation we should focus on rescuing Twisp.'
'I agree,' said Dietrich. He had finally made up his mind. 'And you're right, Scyre, there is a chance that Twisp is dead. But no, I'm not working on the assumption that he is. If he did, this whole mission would be pointless as far as I'm concerned. My one and only concern is rescuing him. But if killing Marconi increases our chances by even one per cent, that's worth it for me.
Here's how we're gonna do this - Thos, Lukannon, Dennis, you go after Twisp. Random, Sora, Scyre, find Marconi and kill him. If any of you three are not up to it (Dietrich now looked pointedly at Random) or refuse to, then I won't hold it against you, but you're to say so now so that we can rearrange the teams. I'll find the evidence Zaltzman needs. Anyone hog any objections?'
March 15, 2012, 04:40 PM
Scyre was pissed, but he had to recognize Random was right. There was a whole net of underworld scum and Marconi was just one of them...a big one, but still one of them.
He looked back at Random without flinching, but his mind was racing -This guy is such a bone head...even worse than I am...we're either gonna be friends for life or mortal enemies....What the fuck can I do? I want to take Marconi out, but these guys are right...dammit...if there was a way to do both.-
"I'm sure there must be evidence of his criminal activities in the place, and maybe even contacts we can get, and information about his clients....we might be able to find a lot of crap." Scyre said taking his eyes off of Random and looking at Thos for the first time since they arrived to the airship. "At least killing him, even if he does get replaced, will cause a big shock to the black market."
"Now, I don't have any problem working with Sora or Random" -Unless either of them tries to stop me- he thought to himself "So we should start making plans...Mr Sollos, do you have a map of the state or something?"
March 15, 2012, 05:57 PM
"Random and Scyre, huh... they seem like pretty opposite people. Either those arguing best friends you see on anime all the time, or mortal enemies." Sora thought. "Oh well, they seem capable and cool, so I guess I can handle it." Sora chuckled a bit at the last part. There was still something odd though...
"What makes you so confident that you're able to find the evidence alone? Wouldn't it be better for someone else to go along?" Sora stated. "If you're captured -or worse, killed- we wouldn't even have any way of knowing." "Unless someone here has some sort of telepathy ability, but I think that's unlikely" He thought.
"I just have this bad feeling that you shouldn't be getting the evidence alone; even if you're confident in your skills, that's arguably the most dangerous task. I don't think leaving the Marconi team is really an option, because he'll probably be well guarded so we'll need the 3 of us. Can't any of the people on the Twisp team go help Dietrich?" Sora felt Dietrich would refuse, but he still had to say it. He just has this hunch that something bad will happen if Dietrich goes by himself...
March 15, 2012, 06:18 PM
Dennis let out a bit of a chuckle"Ah shit, Scyre's gonna have issues with this guy... well since I'm still alive, the rocker dude may have a chance, but then again, did we ever have to work together before? Can't remember..." Dennis thoutht.
"What makes you so confident that you're able to find the evidence alone? Wouldn't it be better for someone else to go along?" Sora stated, getting Dennis's attention. "If you're captured -or worse, killed- we wouldn't even have any way of knowing."
"Hey, he's gotta point, moreover I didn't expect some bushy buisnessman to do anything at all!"
"...I don't think leaving the Marconi team is really an option, because he'll probably be well guarded so we'll need the 3 of us. Can't any of the people on the Twisp team go help Dietrich?"
"Hey, Hey, don't go shoving me into this, I can't do spywork for crap! but then again if Tarzan over here goes... Or if Thos goes..." Dennis thought, sighing. "I'll have to let this one play itself out..."
March 16, 2012, 10:07 AM
Lukannon was a still a bit confused about noisy stick's comment. From his standpoint, after killing one, you killed the next. If others encroached on the territory, you just killed the next. To him it was fairly simple, but without a full grasp on this evidence, and these gov-er-mens so many places had, Lukannon just eyed the man up and down, hoping he wasn't snarling back at being openly challenged for, in his mind, a simple question.
(Sora) "What makes you so confident that you're able to find the evidence alone? Wouldn't it be better for someone else to go along?" "If you're captured -or worse, killed- we wouldn't even have any way of knowing."
Lukannon agreed with not allowing individual separation and added, "Yes, no person go alone. One leaves pack, pack can't protect their own. 3 groups from 7 means every Hunter have partner."
March 21, 2012, 07:12 AM
In Random's current mood, he felt like everyone who just didn't clearly side with his opinion would necessarily be against him. Dietrich's gaze, tone, imperative and that ever-so-subtlke insinuation that 'he might not be able to kill Marconi' made him more irate. Scyre's insistance to rub Marconi out and the fact that Dietrich's imperative coincided neatly with the Information Hunter's intention raised that irritation to the point where it manifested with a hard frown and a hunched, brooding posture. Random, who wasn't even looking at anybody anymore and seemed like he was about to tear a hole on the floor with his gaze, sensed Lukannon was looking at him. He didn't mind this, for it seemed like this was the way Lukannon studies people. Still, for so many people to have any objections to his intent - it was clear he was straying away from his comfortable position at the One True Gang and his several other bands, where he always had the final say on things.
Random breathed deep again, excavating his memories for people who might still be able to help him with Marconi even if the latter did die. "There's gotta be some people I know who could help. Oh shi. That guy. Perfect. Now it doesn't really matter if Marconi dies - we just need to make sure of one thing, though...", Random thought to himself, stroking his chin.
Finally making up his mind, Random said, "OK, I accept the position in the 'kill Marconi group', but hey, do me a favor and make sure you guys keep Marconi's brain intact." With that comment, Random, eased his tense pose abruptly and went back to his initial laid-back style.
"Also, if by some chance one of us gets to finish our objectives real quick, we're gonna drop by where you are, Dietrich. That's if you insist on going alone.", Random said, reclining and stretching on the comfy couch of the plane.
After a few seconds, Random violently slapped his palm onto his forehead. "Oh crap. I totally forgot my phone at the Association Hotel." It was a good thing, though, that Random clearly remembers 'the contact's' number. "Oh well, I guess I'm just gonna have to buy a phone somewhere after the mission and get 'that guy's' ass to where Marconi's corpse is."
March 21, 2012, 12:42 PM
Dennis's Eyes furrowed. "His brain?... I thought you were odd but you have some wierd assed intrests don't you?" Dennis said then laughing to himself. He understood perfectly well that he somehow had connections to do something pertaining to extracting the information, but he found the comment amusing as it seemed to come out of nowhere.
"Well with Rocker's brain fetish revealed everything should be in order now right?" Dennis asked.
March 21, 2012, 04:41 PM
After asking Deitrich for some maps, Scyre's mind drifted to the words both Random and Dennis spoke -So that's what Random wants...information about something...I'll do a background check as soon as I have the chance...this guy really needs to be more careful when he talks, he gives away too much information- he thought with a frown -Now, he asked us to leave his brain intact....hmm...maybe I can behead him? Stab him in the heart? Oh Buddha...so many possibilities...like that game I was playing last night...oh-
"Game huh?" Scyre said softly, as realization hit him "Of course...that will do"
It was time to change his plans, if he succeded, then he'll be able to do much more than just kill Marconi, maybe even bring down his whole organization. He couldn't let them know of his plans, at least not until Marconi falls on his hands, that'd be too dangerous for him. For now, Scyre will just play along, until the right time comes.
March 22, 2012, 07:45 AM
Random was expecting something like Denis' reply.
"Yep, brains. Gotta love brains." Random said, pointedly looking at Denis. Denis hasn't been high-profile since the beginning, but with that little quip he entirely gained Random's attention. Random regretted not being quick-witted enough to throw a witty rebuttal, but he just shrugged.
Now Random thought about the things he said. It was a habit of his - every time he talked to people for a relatively long period of time he would take the time to assess whatever signals he gave away.
"So they may be thinking about my comment with the brains now. They might think I'm gonna be the one who will do something about that organ. But yeah, they still don't know I'm not going to be the one who'll actually play with it. It doesn't matter, they'll learn soon enough that my ability's got nothing to do with brains. Still, you gotta have enough chops to use the 'drums real good. Anyhow..."
"What if they actually mess up? They kill Marconi, and turn his brains to a puddle? Maybe I'll just have to trust their skills then? That doesn't sound good, it actually sucks... What the hell. Whatever. I'm just gonna have to ask 'that guy' if he could still get the information I need."
Random paused to take a look at his comrades.
"Look at them, looking so worried. We have like, what, 3 guys who look like they're below 20 years, and they act like 50-year old businessmen. Well, maybe Sora doesn't act like one, but... I guess this is what being a Hunter does to you."
"I sound so smug. talking to myself. Ha!"
"Oh shi. I forgot..."
"Hey guys! I just thought of a possible scenario. What if we had an enemy who could survey a huge area and a guy who had an extremely long-range ability? Y'know. like a sniper. I was thinking that because Marconi's an arms dealer right? So he might have an ally who has a sniper-like nen-ability. How do you guys think of handling that?"
March 22, 2012, 03:15 PM
Ah... damn, that's true..." He looked around and his gaze landed on lukkannon. "Hey tarzan, you said you had a ability that let's you see far, you think that would help at all?" Dennis then thought about it for a momment. "Snipers are bad men that hide and shoot you from far places, can you help with that?" Dennis said slowly, making sure he heard every word.
March 22, 2012, 03:28 PM
'I'm sure there must be evidence of his criminal activities in the place, and maybe even contacts we can get, and information about his clients....we might be able to find a lot of crap.' Scyre said taking his eyes off of Random and looking at Thos for the first time since they arrived to the airship. 'At least killing him, even if he does get replaced, will cause a big shock to the black market.'
'Maybe, maybe not,' Thos replied good-naturedly. 'I'll leave that to you - killing's not in my line. But you're right, there might be a lot of good information on his operation, if you are set on taking it down.'
'Now, I don't have any problem working with Sora or Random, so we should start making plans...Mr Sollos, do you have a map of the state or something?'
'What makes you so confident that you're able to find the evidence alone? Wouldn't it be better for someone else to go along?' Sora interrupted. 'If you're captured - or worse, killed - we wouldn't even have any way of knowing. I just have this bad feeling that you shouldn't be getting the evidence alone; even if you're confident in your skills, that's arguably the most dangerous task. I don't think leaving the Marconi team is really an option, because he'll probably be well guarded so we'll need the three of us. Can't any of the people on the Twisp team go help Dietrich?'
Lukannon agreed with not allowing individual separation and added, 'Yes, no person go alone. One leaves pack, pack can't protect their own. Three groups from seven means every Hunter have partner.'
'I'll be fine,' replied Dietrich confidently. 'Protecting Marconi will be the enemy's main objective. Provided they don't see us coming and prepare accordingly, then they won't have time to hide or destroy any documents. In the confusion of the battles, not only will getting those documents be the easiest task, but it'll be best achieved by one person sneaking round on their own.'
As Dietrich had been speaking, Thos was looking at Random. It was clear from his expression that he didn't agree with the plan to kill Marconi. Thos sympathised with him; though he agreed it was the best thing for the mission, he didn't agree with killing Marconi. And, while he didn't like metal music, he found that he usually got along with those that did.
'OK, I accept the position in the 'kill Marconi group', but hey, do me a favor and make sure you guys keep Marconi's brain intact.' With that comment, Random, eased his tense pose abruptly and went back to his initial laid-back style.
'Also, if by some chance one of us gets to finish our objectives real quick, we're gonna drop by where you are, Dietrich. That's if you insist on going alone,' Random said, reclining and stretching on the comfy couch of the plane.
'Good,' replied Dietrich, 'then the teams are all set up.'
After a few seconds, Random violently slapped his palm onto his forehead. 'Oh crap. I totally forgot my phone at the Association Hotel. Oh well, I guess I'm just gonna have to buy a phone somewhere after the mission and get 'that guy's' ass to where Marconi's corpse is.'
'That doesn't matter,' Thos said. 'If any of us get captured, it'd be better if we didn't have anything on us that connected us to friends, family or comrades.'
'His brain?... I thought you were odd but you have some wierd assed intrests don't you?' Dennis said then laughing to himself. 'Well with Rocker's brain fetish revealed everything should be in order now right?' Dennis asked.
'Yep, brains. Gotta love brains,' Random said, pointedly looking at Dennis.
'Hey guys! I just thought of a possible scenario,' he went on after a few moments. 'What if we had an enemy who could survey a huge area and a guy who had an extremely long-range ability? Y'know, like a sniper. I was thinking that because Marconi's an arms dealer right? So he might have an ally who has a sniper-like nen-ability. How do you guys think of handling that?'
'Ah... damn, that's true...' Dennis looked around and his gaze landed on Lukannon. 'Hey tarzan, you said you had a ability that let's you see far, you think that would help at all?' Dennis then thought about it for a momment. 'Snipers are bad men that hide and shoot you from far places, can you help with that?' Dennis said slowly, making sure he heard every word.
'Good point,' said Dietrich, leaning forward and unveiling a map. It was a satellite view of a large estate that consisted of a sprawling mansion, garage and swimming pool at the top of a slope. There was a drive that ran from the gates up the slope to the mansion. The slope was covered in greenery; thick trees and bushes. Also, a little way away from the mansion was another, smaller building.
'The drive is about a kilometre long,' said Dietrich. 'And this building a little way off is the barracks for the guards. Now, our first big problem is getting from the outskirts of the estate to the mansion itself without being detected. They might have motion sensors, look-outs, someone with a detection ability, or all of them.'
'Plus they have the high ground,' pointed out Thos. 'From the roof of the house they'd have a great view of us walking up the drive.'
'Right. Anyone got a teleportation ability? Or any other ideas?'
March 23, 2012, 09:27 AM
Dietrich's confidence eased Sora's worries. "Marconi's brain...?" He thought. "I don't think that guy has any ability to do with that, just by looking at him... perhaps a contact or a friend? Or he wants to sell it? Oh well, none of that matters... if I get the chance, I'll stop them from killing him, but if I don't, then I'll just go along with what they decide." He thought.
"What about a distraction?" Sora said. "I don't think they're expecting any "invasion", so one intruder will probably attract a lot of attention. Of course, that can be pretty risky..."
March 23, 2012, 10:13 AM
Unsure of what a Tar-zan was, but thankful for Dennis speaking slowly and with familiar words, Lukannon eyed everyone around him. He made the comment about seeing far so now it was time to put up or shut up. He slid his finger along the knife at his side, causing a small gash. He then threw the dripping blood on the grey wall, followed by a terse bark.
"Use gyo." He told everyone to use gyo in order to see the grey wolf that was now next to him. He nestled his head into the grey wolf's side.
"This is Ash, my brother. If I give up my eyes, nose or ears I see, smell, hear what he do. You say woods nearby, Ash can easily hide in woods. He look and I draw."
March 23, 2012, 12:28 PM
Scyre spoke up
"I don't have a teleportation ability, but I can fake one pretty well"
"Still, I do have a better idea" he started looking at everyone, including the newcomer wolf while using Gyo. "Each group should act on it's own. For example, if the assassination team break in and makes some noise, chances are that most, if not all the security forces will be focused on us, since Marconi is the most important person in there, which will clear the way for the other two teams and reduce the risks. It's not a distraction per se, since we'll all have our own targets, but they might expect one attacking group, maybe even two, but not three, and even if they are, they will be mostly concentrated on preventing the assasination."
Scyre went back to thinking on his plan, for this to work, he was going to need help, Random was the obvious choice, since he was a Crime Hunter, but at the same time he could also become a problem...
-I'm going to need them to agree on a game...just in case- He thought with a sigh
March 25, 2012, 02:00 AM
Thos made a good point again about having less chances of the enemies tracking down those who were close to them in case of defeat. Random thought he should just probably stick around after the assignment's over so that his contact will collect the needed organ.
Dennis asked Lukannon if he did have anything he could do to scope out the enemy before their group gets scoped themselves. But before Lukannon could answer, Dietrich produced a map of the area to be infiltrated.
Random allowed himself to make a silly comment internally again."Wow, sucka's pretty rich! ." Then he concentrated.
"Place is pretty secure. They got the distance, elevation and most probably got the tools to detect normal intruders. Unfortunately for us, Dietrich doesn't have any info about a possible secret passage or at least an alternative to breaking through the front gate..."
Sora hinted at a distraction. Of course, Random was always ready to become the distraction. But he needed one more thing to volunteeer as the distraction.
Then it came. Lukannon asked everybody to use Gyo to see something. Then they saw a wolf-thing made of nen.
"Emission. Pretty dope. Here I was blabbing hints about my ability, but this guy here, he didn't give a shi-. I like that." thought Random, bringing a smile on his face.
Then Scyre suggested something again. He hints at a 'fake teleportation spell', but Random didn't really count on it, for no other reason than intuition. The suggestion though is basically a diversion. Random agrees on this, but he suggested:
"Let me make a modification to Scyre's suggestion. I propose an extremely quick aggressive entry. Here's how I think it should go."
"I take up the front with Lukannon's wolf immediately behind me. I basically bash through the gate hoping to take out a lot of people at once who are foolish enough to go toe-to-toe with me. The wolf will be there to cover me in case someone gets into a possible blindspot of mine. I make sure people behind me infiltrate."
"One or two other guys will be right behind me and the wolf. They'll just be a few seconds behind us upon entry. These two must be group mates, preferably from the 'Save Twisp' group. They will immediately infiltrate, taking advantage of the chaos."
"Two or three more guys will arrive a few seconds after the above group. Doesn't matter from which group they would be. But one should be using In on themselves or Zetsu. These guys will look out for a possible sniper. But will hopefully take out some other guys who gets in their range."
"Now the last guy will arrive by himself. This guy will use In on himself, or Zetsu. And he will ride something I will create so that he could infiltrate from above. Like a paratrooper."
After about 5 minutes of my cover, I will stop my diversion. This is the time we will go into our respective groups."
"Scyre. As soon as you see Marconi, use your ability on him."
"You guys like how it goes?"
March 28, 2012, 04:32 PM
'What about a distraction?' Sora said. 'I don't think they're expecting any "invasion", so one intruder will probably attract a lot of attention. Of course, that can be pretty risky...'
Meanwhile, Lukannon was sliding his finger along the knife at his side, causing a small gash. He then threw the dripping blood on the grey wall, which was followed by a terse bark.
'Use Gyo,' he told them all. As everyone slid easily into Gyo, they became able to see the grey wolf that was now next to him. He nestled his head into the grey wolf's side.
'This is Ash, my brother. If I give up my eyes, nose or ears I see, smell, hear what he do. You say woods nearby, Ash can easily hide in woods. He look and I draw.'
'Cooool,' cooed Thos appreciatively at the wolf sat before him.
Scyre spoke up next; 'I don't have a teleportation ability, but I can fake one pretty well. Still, I do have a better idea.' He started looking at everyone, including the newcomer wolf. 'Each group should act on it's own. For example, if the assassination team break in and makes some noise, chances are that most, if not all the security forces will be focused on us, since Marconi is the most important person in there, which will clear the way for the other two teams and reduce the risks. It's not a distraction per se, since we'll all have our own targets, but they might expect one attacking group, maybe even two, but not three, and even if they are, they will be mostly concentrated on preventing the assasination.'
'Let me make a modification to Scyre's suggestion,' added Random, 'I propose an extremely quick aggressive entry. Here's how I think it should go.
I take up the front with Lukannon's wolf immediately behind me. I basically bash through the gate hoping to take out a lot of people at once who are foolish enough to go toe-to-toe with me. The wolf will be there to cover me in case someone gets into a possible blindspot of mine. I make sure people behind me infiltrate.'
'One or two other guys will be right behind me and the wolf. They'll just be a few seconds behind us upon entry. These two must be group mates, preferably from the 'Save Twisp' group. They will immediately infiltrate, taking advantage of the chaos.
Two or three more guys will arrive a few seconds after the above group. Doesn't matter from which group they would be. But one should be using In. These guys will look out for a possible sniper. But will hopefully take out some other guys who gets in their range.
Now the last guy will arrive by himself. This guy will use In. And he will ride something so that he could infiltrate from above.
After about five minutes of my cover, I will stop my diversion. This is the time we will go into our respective groups.
Scyre. As soon as you see Marconi, use your ability on him.
You guys like how it goes?'
Thos looked a little blank as he processed the plan, but he was impressed by how quickly Random had come with it. It sounded pretty solid.
Dietrich was looking serious, as always, but he allowed himself a smile to cross his face. 'I like it. Splitting up as soon as possible is definitely a good idea. In the confusion the enemy might even lose track of one or two of us as we break in.' Then he addressed Random directly. 'But five minutes is a pretty long time; we shouldn't stick around for that long. Once we're in, we should keep going. You provide the diversion, and the rest of us get in, just as you suggest. Then you end your attack and join up with your group straight away.
Unless, of course, there's a nen user standing guard. Then it'll be your job to take them out, ok?' He then returned to addressing the rest of the group. 'If that happens then Dennis, Thos, one of you join the Marconi team. The other one, stay with Lukannon and look for Twisp as planned. Lukannon, can that wolf track people by smell?' he asked the Emission-user. Then, he took something from his pocket. It was a cell phone. He handed it to Lukannon. 'That's Twisp's usual cell phone - he took a new phone with him on the mission. Could you locate him by the scent on it?'
He glanced at Scyre. 'You're right that any nen users will mostly likely rush to Marconi's side, but we can't assume that all of them will, so no one let your guard down.
So Scyre, you can get Marconi away from any guards? I won't ask for details of your ability, but once you isolate him, can you kill him easily? He's not a nen user so once you get him by himself, finishing him off won't be difficult.
Another problem is getting from the front gates to the front door. As I see it, there are three things that could spot us on the way up. One, guards. But we can take out any guards on the front gate easily. Two, cameras. But we can scope them out beforehand and probably avoid them without too much difficulty. And we'll be moving so fast the guy watching them will hardly even pick up on us. Three, an enemy's nen ability. But we can't tell if they have anything like that, and even if they do, we can't do anything about it. So we'll just have to make sure we cover the ground as quickly as possible. Keep to the trees, and keep moving.'
Dietrich, who for most of them time had been sitting hunched forward, tense and serious, finally breathed out a sigh and slumped back in his chair. 'Man, I'm not used to making complex plans. Heh, it's been too long since I've even been out in the field,' he added with a wry smile.
Thos, who had been sitting silent, spoke up at last. 'Once we're in, how will we know which way to go? I mean, if Lukannon can track Twisp then our group'll be alright, but what about you and the Marconi team?'
Dietrich answered him with a raised eyebrow and a dead-pan comment. 'Not getting a break are we, huh?'
March 29, 2012, 12:11 AM
"Me, Ash both track by smell. No survive in jungle without good nose. Phone's scent still strong, we can track if he not sealed."
Lukannon was used to being the alpha male so listening to others and trying to work under others who were considered equals. Noa stressed to him that a working together people would always accomplish more. This would be his first time working with others besides his adoptive family.
"Then Th-th-thos and me track person after Ash watch Drum Stick's rear. Ash then quickly return to my pack. I understand right?" Lukannon put out to the group, making sure his words and meaning were as clear as possible. Communicating with his brothers and sisters was much easier than this language Noa had spent so much time teaching him.
April 04, 2012, 06:05 PM
Dennis used gyo and widend his eyes in amazment of the wolf. he then listened over the plan and nodded.
"Hm... sounds like a good plan, I'm good with it." Dennis said as he smirked. "and it looks like I may even have a chance to take down that boss. But then again, If I do try to take him out, I may take out more than just his brain... guess I'll let this play out."
April 04, 2012, 10:29 PM
"Fine by me, I'll take Marconi out of everyone's sight as soon as I touch him" Scyre said looking at no one in particular -Of course, when we get back, he's gonna be completely under my control- he thought to himself "However, once I disappear with him, there's no way of knowing how long will it take for us to get back, but I'll try to be as fast as possible."
There's a million things that could go wrong here, and Scyre knew, but if he let Sora and Random take care of the small fry, then he might be able to do it. -Besides, I need to test my new idea- he added in his mind.
"There's one more thing I need you guys to know, as soon as I disappear, our part is over, go help the others, or get away as fast as you can, whatever you want to do. I can't give you any more details, but the less details I give you, the safer it is for me. So...do you guys agree on playing this way?"
April 08, 2012, 05:09 AM
Random was alarmed at Scyre's suggestion. He's basically messing up Random's plan with Marconi's brain if they are to leave once Scyre disappears. But Random didn't say anything.
"If this guy is planning to mess up my plan then I'm gonna mess his' first, since I'm gonna be the first to act."
"Ok guys. Here's what I will use so that the guy could enter the mansion paratrooper-style." Random then emitted a levitating flat disc of nen around the size of a cymbal.
"It's not an attack. You can stand on this disc and I can make it fly around." Random was moving the disc around in the air like a low-flying kite. "The more discs I make, the lower the maximum height they can fly up to the sky. This is why I asked only one person to ride this, so that I can ensure that that guy gets as high into the air without being detected."
"The one who's gonna ride this cannot be assured a safe landing. So the guy who will be riding this must assure me that he's going to have no problems in case he crash-lands."
"Dietrich, do you have the ability to know how many vehicles are currently parked in the garage? Or how many vehicles would at least be present in the area we're penetrating?"
April 08, 2012, 10:52 AM
"Cool wolf!" Sora told Lukannon with a smile. That will sure be useful.
Sora listened to Random's plan and everyone's input. "Huh... that's a surprisingly good plan! I thought Random wasn't that smart, but he seems to know his stuff. He's won some points in my book." He thought.
Sora was secretly a bit bummed by the fact that almost everyone's abilities were being directly useful to the plan in some way but his weren't. As he heard Random saying "...So the guy who will be riding this must assure me that he's going to have no problems in case he crash-lands.", he knew it was his call.
"I volunteer to be the one to ride Random's disc. I can use this..." Sora makes his Blue Board appear underneath him as he speaks "...to lessen the impact of the fall." Sora finished. "I can also try THAT out in combination with this if the Blue Board is not enough, or if I'm attacked mid-air." He thought.
"Using this is also faster than running, so even if I'm the last one to go, I'll catch up quick." Sora said "If I'm not attacked by a Nen user before, that is." He added.
April 10, 2012, 09:19 AM
'Awesome,' Thos commented as Random and Sora displayed their abilities. The combination of them was perfect for their needs. He also liked the way they and Lukannon were displaying their trust by demonstrating their abilities, unlike Scyre, who was being deliberately mysterious about his in order to protect himself. He decided to display similar trust in his comrades. Holding up his left hand, he increased the flow of his nen through it, making it glow blue-green. 'Well, since we're all being so friendly with our abilities, I should share mine. I can heal any wound, so if you get hurt, come find me. But I can't cure poisons, and I can't remove nen-curses.'
'Good, having a medic's always useful,' said Dietrich, realising that his ability was the reason Thos had volunteered to find Twisp.
'Unfortunately, I don't know how many vehicles will be there.
So, going by Random's plan, he and Ash will go in first. Then Thos and Lukannon will head in behind them. Use the confusion to get inside the house and get after Twisp. Scyre and Dennis and I will follow them; Scyre, you go after Random, Dennis, you go after the 'Rescue Twisp' group. I'll break off from you and head off to find the office. Then Sora will fly in on Random's disc from above.'
'Death from above...' muttered Thos to himself.
After that Dietrich returned to the controls of the ship, guiding it towards their destination. The others fell into relative silence, each occupied by his own thoughts. After some time Thos, who had been slouched in his seat, legs outstretched across the cabin, staring up at the ceiling, suddenly sat up with a shout.
'Hey Dietrich, do you know a guy called Clarence Braig?!'
'Sure, he's on the board of directors for Atlas,' Dietrich replied casually, glancing over his shoulder. 'Why, do you know him?'
'I knew it! Yeah, I met him a couple of days ago.' The young man addressed the whole group enthusiastically. 'I had a meeting with him - that's why I was at the Hunter HQ. He called me up out of the blue and asked to meet with him, so naturally I did a bakground check on him. I found out that he's one of the directors for Atlas, but I only remembered just now. He's also the head of an organisation called Panacea that does medical research and provides health care. At the top of the organisation are a group of Hunters with medical- and healing-based abilities, hand-hunted and hand-picked by Braig himself.'
'And Braig asked you to join?'
Thos nodded and told them of what had happened two days before.
He had arrived on that sunny day at the Panacea office, wondering what a big-wig like Braig wanted with him. Would he really want to recruit him? The Panacea building was a modest size, but big enough to hold many different labs and rooms for all their needs.
Thos walked into the entrance hall and after speaking to the receptionist, was directed up to the top floor. Walking across the hallway he passed several people, some in lab coats, one odd-looking man with thick, reflective glasses, a top know and a face mask on. Minutes later, Thos was knocking on the door of Braig's spacious office. Seconds later, he was standing before the man himself.
'Take a seat,' the pleasant-looking man said to him, gesturing to the extremely confortable chair that sat in front of his desk, which Thos sank into appreciatively.
'Thanks,' he replied politely.
'It's a pleasure to meet you, Thos.'
'You two, Mr. Braig.'
'Please, call me Clarence. Well Thos, I've heard a lot about you. I got your details from Lorenzio Tasker. He speaks highly of you. He told me of your ability.' Lorenzio was an old friend of Thos' who he hadn't seen for some time, and made a mental note to catch up with him, and to chastise him for blabbing about his Hatsu to strangers. 'We do good work here at Panacea.'
'I know,' replied Thos with a knowing smile. 'You provide health care and aid to third world countries, funded by money from rich clients.'
'Ah, so you've heard about our efforts?'
'I checked up on you when you asked to see me,' Thos said dryly.
'So you know that leading our efforts is my team of Hunters?'
'All with medical abilities, yep.' Thos' expression had returned to his usual, rather blank one. Though my no means stupid, he wasn't the most animated of people, facially.
Their conversation was interrupted by a knock at the door. An extremely good-looking woman with long, flowing auburn hair poked her head round the door.
'Hey Dad!' she said enthusiastically. 'Uwashuma just called, he says he can see you Friday! Oh sorry, I didn't mean to interrupt!'
'Not at all, come in in dear,' said Braig, gesturing for his daughter to enter. She did so, and Thos tried and failed not to stare too obviously at her shapely and... ample figure as she approached. She looked to be in her mid to late twenties, and was extremely good-looking. 'This is my daughter, Penelope. Penelope, this is Thos Hrodrolf, who I told you about.'
'Oh, is this our new teammate?'
'Well, I'm hoping so,' Braig replied as Thos rose to shake his daughter's hand. Penelope stood smiling at Thos sweetly (and he blushed back) as Braig explained to him in more detail what Panacea did, what kind of work he could expect, and how much pay. At the end of ten minutes, he finally concluded. 'So there you have it. I won't ask you for your decision now - think it over, call me in a few days.'
'That's okay,' Thos replied cheerily. 'I'm sorry - it sounds like you're doing great work here, but I'm going to respectfully decline.'
'Are you sure? As a doctor, there's no better work you could do than here at Panacea,' Braig said persuasively.
'But I'm not a doctor,' said Thos as he got to his feet. 'I prefer to work out in the field. Sorry.' The two men shook hands, and Thos shook Penelope's hand once more (blushing again), and Braig told him that if ever he needed their services, they'd love to help. Back out in the street, Thos thought about his reasons for declining.
'It does sound like a good job for someone less damn selfish than me. But I'd rather do work as and when I like than be cooped up in an office all day. Besides, I'm not sure if I want to work for a guy who uses his own daughter as a honey trap.'
'What did you think of Braig?' asked Dietrich when Thos had finished his story.
'He seemed like a good guy - upstanding, honest, all that.'
'It's hard to find a person who'll say otherwise. If it weren't for Zaltzman and Chapman, he'd be the favourite to win this election.
April 11, 2012, 07:58 AM
"I understand plan, but when Ash rejoin me? How long he need to protect Ran-dum?" The name sounded strange in his head and Lukannon only hoped it didn't sound too strangely to the others.
Being in the flying thing, Lukannon thought he remembered the word blimp, or maybe it was diggable, for so long was starting to make him antsy. He needed to be outside again. He needed to be out running with pack, wind blowing in his face, the smells making his nostrils flare. He wanted, needed to get this started as soon as possible. Lukannon had only flown once before, with Noa. That memory was very foggy in his mind. Noa explained that Lukannon got something called "cabin feever," something Lukannon still did not understand. Noa said he had to use his nen ability to get settle Lukannon down.
That trapped in feeling was happening once again and Lukannon was trying to focus on the plan in order to avoid what happened last time.
April 11, 2012, 05:11 PM
-Hmmm....so that's Random's ability...then why does he want Marconi's brain?...a friend maybe?- Scyre thought looking at him, thinking things over -I can't really show them my ability...can I?
"Well, the plan is fine by me...."
"And guys, to tell you the truth, I can't show you my ability...at least, not here...you see, since it involves disappearing for a moment, when we reappear, we'll be in the exact same spot, and being on an airship, that's in the middle of the air, several thousand feet above ground, and I wouldn't like to die in such a stupid way" Scyre said with a hint of a smile -Plus, would you really trust me if you knew I'm able to turn them into my slaves or kill them right on the spot?-. There was a hint of sadness in this last thought, something that always happened when this idea came to his mind.
He felt his cell phone vibrate, so he took it out. It was an email from Maria Lurk.
No fucking way...she wouldn't
As he watches Thos leave with Deitrich and the group fall into an uncomfortable silece, he decided to ask them a simple question "So guys...since we still have some time left...why don't we play some games?"
April 11, 2012, 06:16 PM
"Not wanting to interrupt anything..." Sora quickly said, "... but I forgot to say something else that will be really useful to the plan." Sora instantly made his Ice Mirror appear on his right hand, that was pointing to his right, then he wavered it a bit to everyone present. "Seems like a simple mirror, right? "Well..." , Sora placed the mirror directly to his front, and suddenly, to whoever was looking at the mirror, it seemed as if the mirror was showing what was behind it, except Sora wasn't there.
"The mirror adapts its image to fit the environment. I can make 2 at once, one for each hand. When I'm at Random's board, if I use one of them sideways -crouching to fit under the mirror, of course- it will fully cover my front, and I can use the mirror from the other hand to either cover my below, my right or left." Sora stated. "Also, even if I were in danger of losing balance - which I'm confident I won't be - I can make the board I showed earlier - Blue Board - fix itself to the ground, or, in this case, to Random's disc. I can only use those mirrors when I'm in place, so it'll be perfect for this situation."
"With a bit of luck, I could make it a lot farther than we previously thought." He stated with some confidence. "Thoughts?" He finally added.
April 13, 2012, 06:43 AM
"Ash can go back to you after I'm done my job being the distraction for a couple of minutes," Random answered Lukannon. "I'm gonna do my best to make this quick, so that you can save Twisp as fast as you can."
Lukannon didn't seem to hear Random's answer, since he started having this 'far-away' look on his face. Longing for something familiar, perhaps?
Random sorted out some stuff in his head quickly. So far he had witnessed a couple of abilities, all of them suited for what he thought might be applicable for his blitzkrieg infiltration.
One by one, Random looked at the guys who had shown sneak peeks of their abilities. He first looked at Sora.
"I can't judge Sora's ability just yet. None of what he showed looked like offensive abilities, so an air-to-ground assault might not be feasible... although I did intend for the guy playing as paratrooper to sneak in effortlessly. I did intend that position to be given to Dietrich anyways, but..."
Then gave Thos a quick glance before the guy caught up to Dietrich.
"Good thing Thos will come in right after me. If in case I get blasted for stupid reasons, he'll be right there going for back-up. Nice... Too bad Dietrich can't confirm if there were any vehicles immediately present... It would have made my job much more easier. But well, I gotta test the Bullseye Theory* anyways..."
Then Random switched to Lukannon.
"The wolf abilities are far too sweet... He's really suited tracking Twisp down. I just hope that the Save Twisp group saves Twisp before I go 'all out'..."
Then he looked at Denis, who was being silent most of the time. Random thought that weird for some reason.
"I'm unable to bait this guy to at least show us a part of his ability. Smart... But the indications he gave earlier might suggest he's really a fighting type. I gotta monitor this guy."
Sora asked a little question after showing another facet of his ability. Random answered.
"That's more like it. It'll help you lot, more than you'll ever know, with what you're going to do." Random gave Sora a confident and warm smile.
Random then turned to Scyre.
"As for this guy... He keeps on teasing us with his ability, yet he does not show us what it's about... Is he playing a game with us or something? But hey, let me sort out what he said so far in accordance to what I just said..."
"When I asked him to 'immediately use his ability upon spotting Marconi', he complied. And he says something about a fake teleportation, or something to that effect. He's making it plain obvious he's gonna do something to Marconi other than just kill him right away. I mean, why would he have to 'fake-'port' Marconi when he could just kill him right away if he wanted to do it so bad? So... what can he do to Marconi once they get 'ported...? Well, I'll just have to see once things start..."
Random thought about himself for a couple of seconds.
"My condition's not so good. Haven't had a decent sleep since the day Dietrich summoned us. It might affect Sora's infiltration. I gotta keep my strength up..."
After answering Sora's question and hearing Scyre say something about 'a game', Random fell asleep in the middle of thinking hard, succumbing to tiredness, the cozy couch and the smooth ride.
ooc: *The Bullseye Theory states that you will hit the Bullseye if you shot enough arrows.
April 14, 2012, 09:58 AM
The space felt like it was getting smaller and smaller. Lukannon tried to just focus on the plan. "Understand."
He was used to being the Alpha, he was used to taking control of the group and listening to his orders. Taking a back seat to these other people combined with the feeling of the small space was becoming overwhelming. Lukannon took on a vacant look in his eyes, truly focusing on his hands and feet touching the ground once again.
Unfortunately, it wasn't working. Lukannon started to measure up these potential threats or companions, to hopefully delay this oncoming sense that the walls were enclosing around him.
The stick man talked a lot and was another emission user. The floating disc showed that. He also seemed confident in creating a distraction for the others. With Ash watching his back, it should go smoothly. He gave off a good aura; Ash would be fine. Ash would definitely be fine.
Sora's (yes! first time!) ice aura was interesting. If he ever went to the the tundra, Lukannon would have to have the Arctic packs welcome him.
The others were still a mystery to him. The one who often mentioned games seemed to have a big bark with out the bite to back it up. That or his bite was something indirect and sneaky, a good survival quality.
Lukannon was going to be paired with the man who could heal, Tos. Lukannon did not want to reveal Midnight's ability, but having both healing capabilities on one team seemed like a waste. He would have to think this over. If he were not getting so fidgety, he would talk directly to the man. That would have to wait.
April 14, 2012, 05:02 PM
Sora waved his hand dismissively at Scyre's "game". He was more concerned about Lukannon. He seems a bit disturbed, and everyone needs to be at their best conditions. He had an idea about what it was all about though... he wasn't used to this kind of situations. Anyone could easily tell that.
"Lukannon!" Sora walked over to him and patted him on the back.
"We don't really know each other that much, but... I can easily tell you're troubled." Sora was trying to be as friendly as possible. "Don't worry about things too much. To tell you the truth... I was never really too much into cities. At least, not until some years ago ." Sora said with a smile at the last sentence.
"Just know that we all trust you, and trust us too, alright?" Saying that, Sora felt he did what he could and left Lukannon's side to sit on a nearby couch. He was feeling tired, but not quite sleepy...
April 16, 2012, 11:53 AM
'So Scyre's ability is a nen-space ability,' thought Thos as he put his hands behind his head and stretched out lazily. 'Pretty obvious... don't know why he doesn't just come out and say it...'
Dietrich glanced over at Random's sleeping form. 'Not a bad idea,' he said to the others. 'If anyone wants some shut-eye, I suggest you get it now. We'll be landing in a couple of hours and once we touch down there won't be a chance to sleep until the mission is over.' He turned back to the controls and thought the plan over once more. Once the diversion began, he'd slip inside alone and race for the office under the cover of the attack. After he'd got hold of the evidence he'd go after help Lukannon's group.
He, like Lukannon, as getting antsy. He wanted to land... he wanted to get on with it... He grabbed the acceleration lever and pushed it as far forward as it would safely go.
On the flat roof of Marconi's mansion, a young man lay on his back, his hands behind his head. His legs were crossed, his eyes closed and heavy metal music was playing from from a pair of speakers beside him. He had wild, blonde hair that lay around him messily, a tight, sleeveless black shirt and equally tight black jeans. Though not asleep, he was dozing lazily, despite the music.
'Hey Lars, sleeping on the job again?' Lars opened an eye, glanced at who was addressing him, and sat up slowly.
'Oh, it's you, Fiorella,' he said, uninterestedly, looking at the pink-haired girl who had disturbed him.
'Yeah it's me,' she said, perched on the low wall that ran round the edge of the roof. 'And you're meant to be on guard duty. No falling asleep!'
'I wasn't asleep,' he said. 'Nothing gets past me,' he added, tapping his right temple. He lay back down and closed his eyes again. 'But damn, this is one boring job. Nothing's happened since we picked up that one guy.'
'Yeah, it is kinda dull...' she agreed quietly. They feel into a relaxed silence for a few minutes, broken only by the constant thump of the music.
'Hey Fi...' said Lars hesitantly. 'Wanna go away with me?'
'Huh? What do ya mean? Like, run away with you?'
'Sure,' he replied simply. A few more seconds of silence.
'I don't think that's a good idea,' Fiorella said at last. Regaining her usual chirpiness, she continued. 'The boss'll be here a in a few hours, and you knoooow my heart belongs to him!!'
'Yeah,' said Lars, shuffling awkwardly.
'Oh yeah! I knew I came up here to tell you something! Marconi wants the music turned down!'
Lars sat up and looked down at where their employer was lying by his full-length pool, glaring up at him. Lars glared back, flipped him off, and lay back down.
Marconi grumbled audibly and lay back down. He ran his fingers through his moustache irritably. The weather was great, he had his own mansion, he had an attactive woman in a bikini lying to either side of him, but he was far from content. These bodyguards were proving more trouble than they were worth. But, he had insisted that he hire them, and they were being paid for by the one who had recommended them. And they had captured the intruder, despite not being able to get a word out of him since.
Meanwhile one of his women was eyeing up the guard that stood a little way off, a tall, slender, good-looking young man with a loose-fitting top, white-blonde hair and cold eyes. He was ignoring the young lady that was trying to catch his eye.
'You,' Marconi said, addressing the guard. 'Get me another beer.' The youth turned his cold eyes upon the arms dealer.
'Go fuck yourself.'
'Hehehe, you better not cross my brother,' chuckled the other of the guards that was nearby. He was a little older than the first bodyguard, and where his brother was tall and good-looking, he was short and unattractive. His eyes held a sharp, mischievious quality. The only similarity he shared with his brother was the same shock of white hair. 'He doesn't take kindly to being told what to do,' he went on, looking not at Marconi but leering at the woman that had been looking at his brother. She caught his eye and recoiled visibly.
'You, get me a beer,' Marconi said to the girl, who got up and hurried off quickly. 'And how dare you talk to [/i]me[/i] like that?' challenged Marconi, turning on his gaurds.
'Listen,' said the younger brother slowly and arrogantly. 'Me, Scroobious here, all your other guards, we're just that: guards. We protect you from the guys who bust in and try to kill you. We capture them and torture the fuck out of them. We find out who sent them and then we fucking kill them. What we're not is your fucking butlers, right?'
'Oh, and the guy who "bust in here" - do you know who sent him yet?' retorted the older man.
'We're working on it,' the short man said, nodding and winking.
In the darkened dungeon, the beaten form of Twisp still lay slumped against the wall. Attached to the other end of the chains that were wrapped around him was a large, shaggy-haired man. He sat against the opposite wall, staring at the prisoner. He scratched a crooked nose and spoke in the same slow, calm voice that Twisp had heard saying the same thing over and over since his capture.
'Who sent you?'
Raising his head just enough to look his captor in the eye, Twisp swore under his breath. Then he spat blood at the man. It hit him in the chest and stained his maroon shirt.
'You know, you are going to die,' the captor went on. At midnight, two people are going to arrive at this mansion. One has a nen ability that will make you talk, quite painlessly. She will make you talk, and then we will kill you. The other... is far, far more terrifying... He will also make you talk, and then he will kill you. But the pain you will feel will be unlike anything you have felt yet. So, one way or another, you will talk. But I can't guarantee that it'll be because of the first method or the second, so... I suggest you talk to me, now. You tell me everything I ask, and I'll kill you, quickly and painlessly. And then you don't have to run the risk of talking 'cos of the second method, right?'
More spit stained his shirt.
April 16, 2012, 04:02 PM
-Hmm...one "No" and two "Ignores"...well, that's as good as it gets I suppose. Too bad it's one of the kids, I hope I don't need to resort to him- Scyre thought. His mind drifted to the others. Most of them had noble hero complexes, but not him. He was selfish and only became a Hunter to satisfy his curiosity, not saving people or catching bad guys. He didn't mind working with criminals (well, except child molesters and rapists).
He laughed a little. How in the world did he became so fucked up? -Well...to be honest, your own mother beheading a hitman on your 5th birthday and having his head fall on top of your bunny birthday cake is not a good thing for a growing child.-
Scyre stood up and walked a little away from the group. he jumped doing a double backflip and landing in one hand. -Heh...it's been a while- he thought. Unlike the others, he wasn't sleepy. In fact, he wasn't going to be able to sleep even if he tried. Adrenaline was pumping through his veins and it was hard to be just sitting there.
Walking on his hands he approached his back pack. Went back to his feet and took out his portable game console. It was the newest model and he always had the newest (and some oldies but good) games, that was the good part of being rich.
Scyre turned it on and soon the sounds of an adventure game could be heard. He no longer had the serious look from minutes ago, this was the childish Scyre, who enjoyed games, chocolate and beer. -I really need to stop being so stuck up-
April 16, 2012, 05:12 PM
Scyre's in screwball mode again... Dennis thought. At this point Dennis was wide awake, Ready to get the mission going already. Thinking about it, I just got into this job on a whim. Its not like I'm somd hero going around to stop crime or all that gay s**t, unless a pretty girl was involved of course, but either way I wonder If I'll find something REALLY worth hunting here... He grabbed his shirt, which concealed his locket.
Either way, however... this will be the perfect time to test my new skills... Dennis grabbed a drink and a straw, walking over to scyre and obnoxiously blowing air into his drink, causing it to errupt bubbles very loudly. "Yo, sup? Whatcha playin?" Dennis asked. Considering he was the only person he knew better than anyone else, bugging with him for a bit would be more easy.
April 18, 2012, 07:27 AM
Random woke up to a white space with two coin-operated arcade machines in front of him. Playing enthusiastically on those machines were one person each.
Random walked up to the first machine, the one to his left side, where a long-haired guy was playing. The guy was playing a gory, yet cartoony, fighting game, where cute infants were the characters. The graphics were exceptionally bad, in Random's mind. The game was a "2D-fighting game", but it was seemingly created using crayons. "What the hell...? Is this the in thing amongst arcade-goers these days?"
"Wow, this guy sucks...", thought Random. The guy was just mashing on the buttons and he was losing badly. He couldn't make it past the first enemy. But for some reason, the guy had a lot of coins with him, and just kept continuing the game.
Random tried to look at the long-haired guy's face, but for some reason, when he tries to take a look, all he sees is what you'll see when you look at the guy from behind him. "What the...?"
Random lost interest at the guy after painfully watching him for 10 more games. Then he tried to go to the next machine.
On the next machine sat a young girl whose face was covered in tattoos. So basically, Random couldn't make out what see really looks like. But she was some hot girl, for sure.
This girl was playing what could possibly be a curmudgeonly lawyer's dating sim. The game made you go through some cases in the court, and after that you had the chance to date someone sexy woman you saw in the courtroom.
The girl who was playing the game was especially enthusiastic. She was even tapping her feet so fast you'd think she was a better drummer than Random.
"Hey! Excuse me miss, you seem to be a drummer, can I get your name or something?", yelled Random.
The girl did not respond. She was into the game so much she was sweating. For Random it was something on the erotic side. On that note, Random thought there weren't many hot girls, or girls that piqued his interest at some level, in the Hunter community. Random thought this was pretty weird.
"What the hell is goin' on in this world, man?"
Random walked away from the two arcades machines and decided he should just play the air drums. He recalled he was supposed to be on a mission - a hunt - or something. And the mission required him to be as concentrated as possible to succeed.
Random started to sit in mid-air, his butt supported by a floating nen-pad, similar to the one he showed to the members of the mission earlier on the plane.
Then Random started stomping on his feet rhythmically, starting out very slow, then gradually increasing speed.
Once his feet got into rhythm, Random summoned another nen-pad before him. This became his snare drum.
He started out his pattern. Left-right-left-left-right-right, Right-left-right-right-left-left. He mixed the pattern up as he sped his way forward.
As Random climbed higher beats per minute, he created more and more nen-pads around him, until these started resembling a drum set.
Random heard some noise though. He looked behind him.
The long-haired guy and the tattoo-covered girl were standing behind him, wielding the arcade machines like baseball bats, and mauled him face with them. This started an epic fight that had some repercussions in reality.
In the plane, Random acted like he was grappling with two or more people, but he was still asleep. He also muttered various oaths. His fellow Hunters were confused because of this.
April 23, 2012, 07:01 AM
On the airship, hours passed. Dietrich looked serious as he piloted the ship, Random slept fitfully, occassionally waving his arms and legs around, Lukannon fretted and the most of the others joined in with Scyre's game.
At last, they prepared to land in Brahm. As the ship descended, they woke Random and all of them prepared to disembark. The airport they arrived at was very small - there was noly one other ship there, and it only consisted of one small building, little more than a shack, which served as central control.
As they walked outside, breathing in the taste of fresh air again, they were greeted by a nervous-looking steward who led them across the tarmaced ground towards the control tower. Dietrich, who was at the front of the group, observed the man, as was his habit of doing. 'His hands and legs are shaking...' he noted. 'Wonder why that is? He could just be a booze-hound, but maybe not...' He glanced around, looking for anything suspicious.
He needn't have done so; the trap was already sprung. Three men sprang from the other airship, and three more burst from the door of the building. Hurrying into position, they had surrounded the Hunters in an instant.
'I'm sorry!' cried the steward, swivelling round to face Dietrich, tears in his eyes. 'They somehow heard of your arrival and forced me play along! They were going to kill - ' The man's cried were cut short as the sound of a gun rang out. A bullet piecred his back and went straight to his heart. He fell dead instantly. They all looked up to see a man, lean and rat-like with greasy black hair, standing atop the central control building, holding a smoking gun.
'Hehe, when we heard they were Hunters due to arrive, we couldn't pass up the opportunity,' he sniggered. 'You guys are pretty rich, huh? So, hand over your cash and we might let you go.'
'You think half a dozen thugs and a gun is a match for seven professional Hunters?' challenged Dietrich. The man replied with a cackle and tossed the gun aside.
'Haha, nah, that was just for our friend down there,' he said, nodding at the body of the man he'd just murdered. 'We know you Hunters' secret - nen!!' At this word, the ringleader and all six of his henchmen seemed to glow with some powerful energy. They had moved from Zetsu into Ren. 'And as you can see, we can use it, too! All of us are experts at it! And since we have you surrounded, you may as well hand over your cash right now!!'
The man was ecstatic, drunk on power. However, everyone in Dietrich's group could tell that the man's nen was weak, as was the nen of all of his henchmen. They glanced round at the circle of men round them. Most of them were physically-imposing, and some carried weapons, but they were no match for any experienced nen-user.
'Seven on seven...' muttered Dietrich to his comrades. 'Well, I said I wouldn't test you guys, but it'd be a shame to let a chance like this to go to waste. So, I'm changing the rules slightly; anyone who can't beat one of these mooks one-on-one can go right back home, got it?'
OOC: Read my latest post in the OOC thread before replying here. :)
April 23, 2012, 08:12 PM
"Hm~?" Dennis said still drinking his soda, acctually bringing it outside with him as he watched the whole scene unviel itself.
"He He He, Guess they let any ol chump off the streets be a hunter, theres a friggin kid here!" A Overly muscular man with a giant axe said mockingly. "Listen brat! Between my Emission abilities and my supieror strength, I can tell you now theres no chance of winning against me!"
"...Hm? I'm sorry was that spposed to intimidate me? sorry, normally I'm good at just going along with a situation, but its hard to follow your signs you see..." This remark by dennis succussfully agitated the mucular man.
"IS THAT SO? Then take this!" The man threw down his axe and a shockwave flew at him, which Dennis easily sidestepped. " Hey you do realize emmitters have to know how to aim right?"
"Shut up brat!" The man said swinging his axe in many diffrent directions, which Dennis both easily and mockingly dodged.
"Geez man you're gonna make me spill my drink here." The muscular man then began charging at him and pulled his axe back for a side swing. "Oops." Dennis simpy splashed the contents of his glass into the opponents eyes, causing Him to miss Dennis as he ducked and allowed for him to get in closer.
"Emmiters don't usually fight like this I take it, buuuuut.... Bubble" A feint glow of nen appeared in his right hand and from it came what appeared to be a red bubble filled with nen. As it moved closer to the mans torso, Dennis pulled back his left hand, bawled it into a fist an applied Ken, striking the bubble along with the man and...
*POWH!!!* A loud popping like sound rang, before the man was sent flying back and skidding along the ground. The Giant axe made a loud thud to the ground mid way and Dennis grinned at his work. "That should have done the trick...!!" He was surpised to see the Guy still up, but he was fairly exasuted.
"Shit... So I lied about being a emmiter and was only using shockwaves... I don't know what you did, but I'll block it as enhancer, as for now though..." He then pulled out a machine gun. "DI-!?" for whatever reason, he couldn't pull back the trigger, and even stranger, was that he was instantly shot up into the air.
Since he wasn't using gyo, he didn't even realize that a blue bubble had surrounded his weapon beforehand. As he flew through the air, Dennis appeared in front of him with a fake smile on his face.
"You know pal... I really don't like it...WHEN GUNS ARE POINTED AT ME!" With a ryu charged fist, he slammed the mans face and forced him to fall downward, the man however didn't seemed bothered.
"Hah, I don't know what type you are, but you're no enhancer! someone of my type can block a punch like that!"
"True... just hope you can block whats comming next..." Dennis said as he made another small bubble underneath him and kicked it to move away. The man confused and still looking upward, failed to see that there was a much larger bubble nearly the size of him below him.
*BOOOM!* The man's body flopped through the air like a rag doll and fell into part of the control tower, completly unconsious.
"Not even a reinforcer can completly get away from that unharmed." Dennis said as he landed. "well guess I can keep my job huh?"
((That was fun to type :hee))
April 24, 2012, 10:47 AM
As Scyre watched this whole new situation he took a second to measure the strenght of this guys -uh? They just leasrned Nen....their abilities are quite undeveloped...man, this is no fun.
Since there was one for each, he took out his tanto blades and dashed towards the guy closest to him. It was a fairly handsome man and not the typical thug. Using Ken on his blade, he slashed three times (being right handed made his left hand a little slower). Not to his surprise, the thug blocked one and dodged the other two.
-Ok, so this guys aren't completely useless...too bad I'll kill him now-
"SO THIS IS THE BEST A HUNTER CAN DO?" the guy yelled at Scyre...he certainly had a squeaky voice.
"You know" Scyre began putting away his blades "I already got bored, so, why don't we make thing more fun. Wanna play a game? If you win, I'll let you live a little longer" he said, with a sadistic look on his face, the kind of look that preceded murder.
He didn't really wanted to resort to "Our War Game", but it was the easiest way to show the guys what he can do...plus, he was in the mood for it, and it would be another count in case of emergency.
"YOU LETTING ME LIVE? I PLAY BY MY RULES, YOU ARE THE ONE THAT'S GONNA BE DEAD AT THE END OF THIS GAME BOY" another yell from the thug
"God, you don't need to scream...you don't have a particulary pleasent voice, you know? Anyway, I'll take that a yes" Scyre said using his speed and appearing behind the guy before he could even react. He grabbed his neck and said "So let's begin Our War Game"
The space shifted as the two left the known reality and reappearing again inside a place that looked like a white room.
"WHAT THEN HELL, WHERE ARE WE?" The thug yelled and grabbed his gun and shot Scyre...who didn't even blinked as the bullet hit him...and fell on the ground. "WHAT THE FUCK??? WHAT ARE YOU?"
"Uhm...you didn't let me explain. First of all, welcome to my domain. Let me warn you, as you just saw, trying to hurt me here won't do, as long as we stay here, we can't be harmed in any way, and the reason I brought you here is, as I told you, to play some games. The rules are simple: we play a series of games, the first of us to win 3 points, is the winner, and can put a penalty to the loser. As you are my target, you can choose the first game." he explained.
"GAMES HUH? NOW THIS IS FUN...SO IF I WIN I CAN DO WHATEVER I WANT WITH YOU?"
"Again, you don't have to yell, but yeah...so choose the game already, I'm getting impatient." Scyre said moving his hands. This was his territory, he never lost to anyone but one person here, and he was going to be sure he never lost again.
"OK, I CHOOSE TIC-TAC-TOE" the thug said as a giant tic-tac-toe board appeard out of nowhere. "YOU CAN START"
"So polite....ok, then....Upper Left Corner" Scyre said as an X appeared on the Upper Left corner
"UPPER RIGHT CORNER!"
"Lower right corner"
"Lower left Corner" -I won-
"I won" Scyre said as an X appeared and a line was crossed giving Scyre his first point. "Now it's my turn...let's see...I feel like running"-
A huge track field materialized underneath their feet. They were at the start line. "So rules are simple, as soon as you hear BANG, we start, the first toget back here, wins". Only a grunt came in response. -Ok, I can live with that-
As soon as the bang was heard, the thug pushed Scyre to the ground and start running. He wasn't even 10 feet away when the track field vanished, and Scyre got his second point.
"Oh, sorry, I forgot to tell you...cheating will grant the opponent one point and end the game...so you lose, plus, I get to choose again, fun huh?" Scyre said. "Well...let's jump through hoops to get to the other side. The first to reach there wins. By the way, the hoops will be hanging from the roof so...." Two platforms raised, one with Scyre and the thug and another one with a door a lot oh hoops were hanging by chains on a newly materialized ceiling. "Shall we start?"
This one was an easy one. Being an elite acrobat, jumping through hoops was aprt of his everyday training. He had to grant it, though, the thug was doing his best, even if he almost fell more than once. It only took less than a minute for Scyre to reach the door and be declared winner. With this, he had 3 point and won the War Game. It also made his total on consecutive wins, to 7.
"From now on, you'll be under my control" he started as the room returned to it's white state "whatever I say, it will be done, if I want an answer, you will give it to me, if I have any kind of whine or whatever, you will do it, understood?"
With those finals words, they went back to reality. The truth is, Scyre wanted to show off a bit. "Besides you, is there any more of your pathetic group?" he asked the thug as soon as the reappeared back at the landing spot.
"NO, WE ARE ALL"
"Ok...so...why don't you drop dead? Your voice disgust me" he ordered.
In front of everybody, the thug grabbed his chest and fell to the ground as his heart stopped by itself.
Scyre knew that during his absence, the guys would have his opponents killed, and only Dennis knew what he could do to people, since he had to use his ability during the Exam. -Well....here goes nothing-
April 25, 2012, 06:28 AM
"~~~A NEW MORNING HAS COME!!!"
Random was a poor singer. But he sings anyway.
As Random woke up (he was actually forced by his comrades to wake up) from that very strange dream, he somehow felt inspired to compose a song starting with those five words and some vocal melodies. He couldn't help but sing out loud and disturb the hell out of his allies. Random was so focused that he stopped being aware of the people around him, who were trying their best not to cringe openly out of being polite. He really seemed enthusiastic about the song he was creating, and it didn't seem to bother him that he was brutally killed in his dream, in a manner that would perfectly feel at home in a gory "horror" movie that involved rusty instruments of torture.
As the plane landed, a small chain of events occurred. For some reason, their arrival had been anticipated by a small group and their appearance resulted in a needless death.
Dietrich said something about 'beating some mooks'. Random saw the dead body and lost half of his enthusiasm for a split-second.
Random's good mood died.
The air-drummer put his "game face" on. It was always that same expression everyone in his hometown of Saint Vesalius knew and feared.
He fixed his gaze on a pony-tailed thug who looked like he's supposed to have a job interview at a very prestigious company that sold cars.
"Hey man, I don't know what they put in your coffee, but don't glare at me like that. It's annoying. And it's rude," said the thug.
Random said nothing, but he pulled out his drumsticks.
"As the gentlemanly gentleman that I am, let me introduce myself. My name's Cash. Money P. Cash*. Here's my ability. Enjoy."
On the other hand, Random started tapping his drumsticks on each other. A breeze that was being chased by a tumbleweed dropped by and made the drummer's hair billow.
The man named Cash focused his nen on his right hand and materialized a chainsaw. It was weird that the chainsaw did not produce that obnoxiously loud machine purr as it revved up, but this fact did not elicit any reaction whatsoever from Random.
"Whatever, man. Stare all you want, 'cuz this'll be the last thing you'll see!"
Cash rushed at Random, with an agility that no one expected from a nameless thug. As he stepped into cutting distance, Cash abruptly stomped with his leading foot, pivoted on it, then made a whirling motion as he made a sweeping diagonal slash that started from the bottom upwards.
"Chainsaw Style - Fang of the Cloud Devil**!"
The chainsaw caught the tarmac and the latter burst into a cloud of dust, accompanied with a loud and sharp grinding sound. This was probably intentional, to confuse the opponent. Cash knew he had struck something and thought he had dealt the finishing blow, though there was a nagging feeling that he struck something earlier than he was supposed to... There was something else that was out of place, too...
"It's over! Hahahaha!" declared Cash.
Cash heard the faint rumbling of wood tapping down hard on meat. Fapfapfapfapfapflappityflapfap...
Cash was still in that post-slashing pose that reminded one of a samurai who was just waiting for his opponent to fall and make that lifeless thump on the ground to punctuate his victory. Meanwhile, Random was just clicking his drumsticks on each other - behind Cash.
"Ugh... when did you get there? Why can't I... move?"
Random was still wordlessly clicking away at his drumsticks.
"Don't tell me... that tapping sound... your drumsticks...?"
Random was still clicking away, scanning the horizon with a blank expression. One could hear he was humming something, if one listened carefully enough.
"Ahahaha... I see... You just waited for the Kou-powered slash... made a very subtle dodge, and then snuck in with-"
Cash violently hacked up blood, which stopped him from completing his sentence. Random, on the other hand, faced his opponent and sat on a nen-pad.
The breeze told the tumbleweed to do several ollies until they paused at the scent of blood in the air.
A sudden gust of wind finally swept away the small cloud of dust whipped by the Fang of the Cloud Devil, revealing several circular nen pads in front of Cash. Cash saw that some of the nen-pads were sliced by his chainsaw attack and were slowly dissipating. That they were still somehow holding onto their original form despite getting severely damaged was a clear sign that the one who emitted them had a very strong force of "Ten"**. This kind of Ten was the Ten of someone who was obsessed with training. Perhaps he trained daily, to the extent that this regimen spilled over to his daily life, melding it with his passion...
"I guess I was wrong about one detail or two," mused the thug.
Cash was now sweating profusely, mouth dripping with a muck that is a combination of spit, blood, his lunch, and perhaps bits of the upper and middle regions of his alimentary canal - such wonderful things to add to any omelet to be served to any smug, blissfully unsuspecting ex. Seeing this, Cash realized that that 'something else that was out of place' was the fact that his opponent's blood and guts hadn't sprayed out as soon as he felt his chainsaw find its way home.
Money P. Cash glanced at his torso and saw it peppered with bruises and craters, all of which were around the size of an adult's fist. The attack ruined the sick demon tattoo that he just got two weeks ago. A shame. The girls really dug the tatt. Tattoos aside, Cash was the subject of an extremely fast flurry involving drumsticks.
"Ack... I really shouldn't have used Kou that time," thought Cash.
Random stopped clicking his sticks together and started stomping his feet rhythmically. A foot landed heel first, then the toes, lifting that foot. The same was done on the other foot, and both feet alternated seamlessly. As opposed to his practice regimen, Random didn't waste time starting out slow and just pounded away as two nen-discs appeared right before each of his feet. Since Cash was still facing away from Random, he couldn't see what was going on, but he knew that it was over. Dozens of nen-balls struck the chainsaw wielder rapidly as his world swam towards the blackness to the sound of his body being mercilessly pummeled by projectiles over and over again.
The breeze approached Cash to caress his still face and then waltzed back to the tumbleweed to continue their merry frolicking after discerning that the thug was still breathing.
"Maybe I ought to drop the song for now. I can't find a decent melody for it," murmured Random after finishing with his double-bass drum assault.
ooc: *Money P. Cash. The "P" stands for "Paper". You guys saw that coming, didn't'cha? Yes, I know, stupid name.
ooc: **Fang of the Cloud Devil: f~N,d~d/f+2. Unfamiliar with this? Playing Tekken should help.
ooc: ***See HxH Chapter 148 Page 2.
ooc: In fairness, the whole 'Fang of the Cloud Devil' series of motions is a relatively slow one. It's also kind of 'telegraphed'. Cash got quasi-blocked, didn't recover in time, and got punished hard. So no, Random wasn't moving at Killua's speed. I bet Tekken players will have an easy time visualizing this.
April 27, 2012, 07:10 AM
Lukannon exited the flying thing quickly and gratefully, Ash nonchalantly jogging at a slow pace right behind. A few quick yet deep breaths brought Lukannon back to his senses.
This pack's current alpha, Dee-Trick (he was working on saying the names more and more), noticed the servant shaking, but failed to notice their surroundings. Lukannon knew there were a few presences not too far off, but they gave off more of a prey-like feel than the predator that was him and Ash. Not wanting to miss seeing the others reveal their abilities, Lukannon quickly eyed up the man with two weapons to his sides. He thought Noa called him a cowboy, yet he was most definitely not part human, part cow.
"You threaten pack. You have to die for our safety." Lukannon had already set Ash to circle around to the left. He knew the man had not seen Ash take off as he was too busy focusing his nen on his hands and those silver weapons.
"Hunters' licenses have such a nice price on them. Getting to actually kill a hunter is just a nice lil' bonus to go along wit' that, par'ner."
Lukannon had a hard time understanding the man's speech. Each word was too long and drawn out. It didn't help that he had a strange cloth basically over his mouth. Lukannon only responded by gripping his metal fang, blade down, acting as a forearm guard.
"Draw!" The man shouted as if he intended both of them to use the worthless junk at his sides. Lukannon didn't even bother dodging. Before the stranger fired a single shot, Ash soared in from the flank, fangs bared, ripping up the back of the man's heel. The sudden pain forced the man's arms to shoot up. Lukannon then shifted speed to seemingly materialize in front of the man with a hat.
Not even uttering a single word on this worthless creature, Lukannon slashed the man's head clean off. He didn't mean to, he only wanted to deeply claw the man's neck. However, seeing guns, the very things that constantly threatened his home and family, always made him angrier. Not in a lose your mind to the frenzy, just in a cold murderous method.
Ash walked over to the meal and began eating a bit. Lukannon didn't think it had been so long without a meal for Ash. Lukannon rather liked eating cow meat, but he figured cowboy was not something he would find too appealing.
After snacking on their prey, Ash returned to Lukannon's side while Lukannon turned to see the others. To the one side the loud stick man was in the middle of a dust storm. No use trying to see through it, but he now had a better idea of the man's ability.
Not to far off, the one who kept discussing games disappeared for a short time, then reappeared suddenly with his prey. The prey dropped dead shortly after, leaving Lukannon a bit surprised as nothing actually touched the dead creature. Lukannon knew it could not be a speed thing; there was no way anyone could move fast enough to fool his and Ash's eyes.
Lukannon turned to see the others, but was only received by a loud, booming "pop!" A third prey fell. None of the others gave off an overwhelming power, but everyone seemed to be somewhat skilled with Mother's energy.
Finally Lukannon turned to see his friend, (no, to call him a friend now felt too odd) his not-enemy, SOR-A, prepare to kill his own prey.
April 28, 2012, 03:31 PM
"Enemies, huh..." Sora thought. "Wonder if I will have the opportunity to show off my abilities." He concluded.
Sora turned to see that one of the enemies was staring at him the whole time. "Wonder why is that... I know Hunter kids are uncommon, but those aren't overestimative or even surprised eyes... It's something else." He thought. From a quick impression, the bandit seemed like a smart guy, and was also well dressed, using a black suit. Sora was happy that he would get to fight, so he couldn't help but smile and wave at the man.
"Hey!" Sora said. It looks like the man expected some reaction.
"The name is..."
"Doesn't matter." Sora interrupted him.
"While I do think you know your stuff, you made a fatal mistake. Anyone with even a little bit of talent can tell when people are way above their league. Dietrich already said this, but you and the other guys challenged 7 professional Hunters."
"Wh... What do you mean?"
"I'm saying that you have no talent for fighting, that's all. I suggest you change your "career".
"You..." The bandit said. Sora noted that something was weird: the bandit didn't have any sort of comeback or even an insult. "Maybe he's just polite..." he thought.
"Blue Wave!" Sora said, as his sword appeared. His smile came off for a second as he did this, his face changing into a more serious tone, and then it came back. He was slightly surprised the bandit didn't show any reaction to what he did. "Is he really that confident? ...well, I wasn't planning to use Blue Wave, just wanted to show off a bit." He thought.
The guy pulled 2 guns that he was concealing. Sora could tell they were very powerful handguns, though he couldn't tell exactly which guns were those. They seemed old though. Then, the guy extended his aura over the guns. "Shu, huh... Is this really just a simple Intensification attack?"
"Those are Single Action Army revolvers. Rarities today..." The man said with some pride.
"Six bullets each... more than enough to kill anything that moves."
The suited-up man quickly aimed and shot. One shot for each gun. After the bullets traveled a short distance, though, the bullets vanished. Sora crouched, and 2 bullets went flying right behind where his head was supposed to be.
"Heh, I knew it." Sora stated, with his smile still on."You're an Emission user, right? You emitted 2 portals to the middle of the bullet's trajectory, and 2 more portals to 2 locations a few meters behind where I was standing. That's why you kept staring at me. I was on the "right spot", right?"
The man was left speechless. Sora went on.
"You did all that before we arrived, for 2 reasons: One, if you were to emit those portals in front of us, it would be too obvious. And, most importantly, two: You're not skilled enough to emit those portals during a fight. That preemptive strike was everything you got, and that's why you aimed for the head and the guns were particularly powerful (though old)." Sora said all of this, without taking off his smile. The man was still speechless, and now bearing a very worried expression.
"You impressed me though. I underestimated you and didn't think you were capable of using In, so I didn't use Gyo." Sora said. "Though that was more due to me secretly wanting to see if I could win without using Nen..." he admitted to himself on his head.
"You lost for, once again, 2 reasons: First, you didn't think about what could happen if things didn't go according to plan, and put everything you got in. That is rarely, if ever, the case. Secondly..." Upon saying this, Sora seemingly vanished and instantly appeared in front of him with sheer speed, this time, a serious and deadly expression on his face. "...I'm simply much stronger than you."
Suit guy jumped back in reaction, in absolute fear.
"Good reflexes." Sora complimented, smile back on.
The gun fanatic then got into a small bush nearby, and his presence couldn't be felt anymore. He had vanished
"So you had a backup plan to escape in case this didn't work out and left a portal there? That actually disappoints me... it means you know you're weak and you would be screwed if your main plan didn't work. You can never think that you're going to lose in a battle." Sora declared, seemingly to no one.
"Anyway, your escape plan is flawed. It's obvious you're not very skilled, so the other portal can't be that far. The area has almost no hiding places, so you could only be..." Sora jumped up to the only tree nearby... "...here." ...and kicked the man back to the ground.
"If you really wanted to escape, you would have to use your ability to get into some sort of underground tunnel. That would require far more preparation than what some bandits are about to do, though."
The bandit had given up by that point. He had been completely outclassed.
"You have no talent for fighting, but I think you're pretty smart, and you're also quite skilled at Nen for someone with your inexperience."
"If... if I promise to stop doing this kind of thing, will you let me go?" Sora felt the bandit really meant it, with no basis other than intuition.
"Sure!" Sora nodded and did a thumbs up. The bandit parted ways after that.
Sora was cursing in his mind a little, though. "Bummer... I expected to fight someone strong. I didn't have to use anything special to win. Oh well."
Sora saw that everyone had finished their fights, and they had some interesting abilities, too.
"So... shall we get going?" Sora said cheerfully.
April 28, 2012, 11:44 PM
Lukannon gave a silent command for Ash to pin the man Sora (at least this name was becoming easier for him to recall) had let go.
Like a blur Ash rushed the man, ripping the guns away before circling around another time for the pin, paws on shoulders, fangs bared against the prey's neck, ready to kill at a moment's notice.
Lukannon simply walked up to Ash's side, preparing to speak loudly for everyone to hear. "He not die he come back with friends. He come back with more weapons. He come back stronger with revenge." Ash let out a growl that seemed otherworldly coming from a creature made entirely of Mother's energy. "We kill him."
Ash widened his jaw in preparation to plunge his teeth into the man's neck...
April 30, 2012, 07:30 AM
"Lukannon, could you hold on for a minute?"
It was Random. He was behind Lukannon. Lukannon still wasn't looking at him and Random thought it'd be good to give him a friendly pat on his shoulder, but he thought twice and chose to move in front of Lukannon first before doing it. He also gave Lukannon a warm smile.
"I'll hire them."
Random paused, scratched his head for like, 5 seconds, and continued.
"Hunters can hire criminals to work for them. To hire means to offer them some work, or something. These people might be criminals. If I hire them, and they accept, they'll no longer be a threat to us. So please, don't kill them just yet."
While Lukannon was processing Random's offer, Random waved at Sora.
"Did great there, homeboy! Was that analysis your main ability? That went pretty smooth!" Random was clapping like a seal.
April 30, 2012, 07:42 AM
As the others leapt off in different directions to meet their opponents, Dietrich's gaze returned to the ringleader. He stared him down as the ratty man chuckled malevolantly. Dietrich's ability was mostly defensive, and he'd waste too much time using it here. Besides, he didn't think he'd need it. He ran towards the building his enemy stood atop and leapt upwards. His opponent had the good sense to throw away his gun and began to focus his nen into his right fist - he was going to meet Dietrich's head-on charge with a power attack. As he passed through the air towards him, Dietrich fired a small bullet of nen at the man's feet. He was ill-suited for Emission, but the move served its purpose; it blasted the concrete, startling his enemy and distracting him for the split second Dietrich needed to land a powerful punch. With a squeal the man was sent skidding across the roof.
Dietrich landed and, not wasting a moment, leapt at the hateful, scrawny man, landing another punch to the side of the man's head which sent he reeling. Then Dietrich, behind his enemy now, wrapped one hand round the man's chin and placed the other across the back of his head. With a snap, the man's neck was broken instantly.
'Wonder why these chumps follow this guy,' Dietrich thought, who had no compassion for those who kill innocents. 'He's gotta be the weakest son of a bitch I ever met.'
Standing, he walked to the edge of the rooftop and looked down on the scene below to watch his team members in their various battles. He watched dispassionately, assessing how each of them dealt with their opponents. He saw Dennis producs some kind of bubble which created an explosion that sent his opponent flying through the air and into the control tower.
'Not even a reinforcer can completly get away from that unharmed,' Dennis said as he triumphed. 'Well guess I can keep my job huh?' He could certainly keep it, Dietrich thought, but Dennis had also shown his own inexperience as well; while that last attack of his had certainly been very powerful, there were certainly nen-users, even non-Enhancers, that could come out unscathed from it.
Random, Dietrich saw, disposed of his opponent with a barrage of Emission attacks whilst apparently sitting on the same kind of nen-seat that he had described to them earlier; Scyre and his opponent had disappeared, as he had hinted per his ability.
Lukannon, with help from a distraction courtesy of Ash, was able to get in close to his enemy and slice his head clean off. Then, to Dietrich's disgust, Ash began nibbling at the carcass.
Thos, meanwhile, was engaged in a close-quarters battle with his opponent, a huge man, at least twice the size of the slim Thos. The large man was swinging a bokken around skilfully, but Thos was keeping his distance, dodging each swing expertly.
The Hunter knew that his enemy was physically much stronger than him, and that if he caught him, Thos was done for, so he hopped about, dodging each attack with ease.
'Get over here, ya little worm!' yelled the thug in frustration as every one his attacks failed to hit home. Stopping to breath, he stared Thos down. 'Heh, so you've got some skill,' he said, a smirk spreading across his face. 'I'll give you that. But you've got nothing strength-wise!'
Thos remained silent. He wasn't the type to engage in trash talk with his opponents unless he had a personal grudge against them.
'Snotty little bastard!!' yelled the thug, leaping forward, this time much faster, swinging his sword down with greater strength than before. He had concentrated part of his nen to his feet to increase the speed of his attack, and the rest was concentrated into his bokken to increase its power.
Calmly and deftly, Thos stepped aside to avoid the attack, then grabbed the man's sword arm at the elbow. The man screamed out as Thos flooded his unprotected arm with aggressive nen, shattering the joint. The man dropped his sword, but still didn't give in; he swung his other arm at the Hunter wildly, but Thos disappeared from sight. He reappeared behind his enemy, airborne, and dellivered a powerful kick to his head, smashing him into the ground.
Thos landed, poised ready for a potential counter-attack, and quickly scooped up his opponent's weapon, shattering it the same way he had shattered its owner's arm. The large man lifted his head, rubbing it groggily with his one remaining good arm.
'Ugh, what did you do to my arm, ya douchbag?' he demanded.
'I don't have to tell you anything,' Thos replied simply. 'Just stay the fuck down.' In fact, it was a very simple technique; it was essentially 'Shu', but by doing so with ill-intent, it could do deadily damage. Had the man had a nen-defense up around his arm it wouldn't have worked, but Thos could tell that almost of his nen had been in his sword.
Glancing round, he saw that most of the others had finished their battles; Scyre had just reappeared with his enemy, who had dropped dead soon after; Dietrich had jumped down from the roof, having retrieved Dennis' unconscious opponent first, whose body he threw down next to Thos' opponent.
Thos was disgusted at Ash's treatment of the dead man. He himself never killed, but he appreciated that from a practical stand-point it was sometimes admissable, so he rarely interfered when teammates of his chose to finish their opponents off. However, he believed that what Lukannon was letting Ash do was desecration; the dead, friend or foe, should be dealt with in the proper manner, not fed to wolves.
Sora, meanwhile, had just let his enemy go after demonstrating his analytical skills (which was a little too cocky and show-boaty for Dietrich's taste), and the bandit was hurrying swiftly away, leaving his comrades in the hands of their enemies. Like a blur Ash rushed the man, ripping the guns away before circling around another time for the pin, paws on shoulders, fangs bared against the prey's neck, ready to kill at a moment's notice.
Lukannon simply walked up to Ash's side, preparing to speak loudly for everyone to hear. 'He not die he come back with friends. He come back with more weapons. He come back stronger with revenge.' Ash let out a growl. 'We kill him.'
Ash widened his jaw in preparation to plunge his teeth into the man's neck...
'Stop!' yelled Thos, rushing over. It wasn't that he cared about the enemy, he just didn't think it was Lukannon's place to decide his fate. 'Lukannon, you can't kill that man! He was Sora's enemy! Sora defeated him, and chose to spare him! It's not your decision whether he lives or dies!'
Having made this speech, Thos wasn't sure what to do next. He could forcibly kick Ash off the man's back, but that would be tantamount to attacking Lukannon himself, and if they started fighting amongst themselves, the mission would be doomed.
April 30, 2012, 10:11 AM
"Lukannon, that's cheap" Scyre said getting closer to the others "It's Sora's target, so he's the one who should kill him, or not."
Scyre had a personal problem here, he might be borderline psycho, but he still had a sense of honour.
"Random, hiring him is not a bad idea, we could use some cannon fodder but....it might be better if we control him, like I did with that other idiot, so he won't even think of selling us out. But I'll leave it up to you to decide."
He was worried, his mind wasn't still over that text message he received earlier. If she was anywhere near, then he'll be in trouble -That bitch...if she wasn't such a lousy friend we would be able to date-
-Agh...I really need to take a piss....please guys, hurry-
April 30, 2012, 12:21 PM
'Stop!' yelled Thos, rushing over. 'Lukannon, you can't kill that man! He was Sora's enemy! Sora defeated him, and chose to spare him! It's not your decision whether he lives or dies!'
"Lukannon, could you hold on for a minute?"
Lukannon felt the presence of one of his new, temporary pack members behind him after hearing the one, Te-hos, the one he would have to work with on the plan, yell at him to stop. With no ill intent showing he did not bother to turn around to the one at his rear. Fortunately, the man had the common sense not to touch him from behind.
"Sora not kill man affect our safety. Man not use Mother's energy right. Use it to hurt people."
"I'll hire them."
"You make him taller? How that help?"
"Hunters can hire criminals to work for them. To hire means to offer them some work, or something. These people might be criminals. If I hire them, and they accept, they'll no longer be a threat to us. So please, don't kill them just yet."
Lukannon looked at the others now seemingly joining together to confront him. A small, feral look began to make its way across Lukannon's face just before one of Noa's teachings came back to him.
"Others are not going to be able to understand you. Some of them will ignore you while others will confront you. Them disagreeing with you is not a challenge to you. It is simply a way for people to understand each other and reach compromises. In your pack did one wolf make all the decisions? Probably, but he always listened to his brothers and sisters suggestions, correct? Just listen to what they have to say and don't rush into your decisions. People, especially Hunters, have their own way of doing things. You can learn from them, and maybe they can learn from you."
A fairly tall and lean man, said as he was correcting Lukannon's training. Dark grey eyes with brown hair (and a little grey starting to come in) distinguished the man's unassuming face. The suit he wore seemed horribly out of place for being in the jungle, but it was the only thing he seemed to ever wear.
Lukannon simply tried to absorb as much of Noa's teachings as he could during the training. Ren and Ten everyday on top of some of these more exhausting "type" exercises plus his usual training were beginning to take their toll. It had been over a year since Noa found Lukannon. He was the only human Lukannon trusted. The only one that could give him answers to all the questions he had growing up in the jungle, being raised by the pack.
The language barrier was hard, but with Noa, learning it came much quicker than the time Noa brought it that talking specialist. Having grasped a greater understanding of Mother's energy, Lukannon assumed it had something to do with Noa's ability. An ability he had still yet to share. Whether that was due to him not being able to understand it or Noa not wanting to share, Lukannon could not even guess.
"Understand, Noa. I try compromise more."
"Ok, compromise. You give work him. I not kill, but he must not use again Mother's energy this way."
"Lukannon, that's cheap" Scyre said getting closer to the others "It's Sora's target, so he's the one who should kill him, or not."
The words "cheap" and "target" made little sense to Lukannon the way they were used this time, but he could guess that this one, Disappear (this name would have to do until he said his name again), agreed with the others.
"Understand." was all he replied to Disappear, hoping to mask his wariness of letting the prey stay so close and his confusion.
Lukannon finally turned to Sora, the closest thing he had to a friend excluding his siblings. "We sorry for doing that. Still not use to not killing. Still trust?"
April 30, 2012, 09:33 PM
Dennis looked on at the drama and sighed. "sheesh, never a dull momment on the job huh?" He never usually cared for killing opponents unless they really pissed him off, though he wasn't about to go and preach to jungle man and his big bad wolf over there. He then turned and walked over to his unconsious enemy, poking him with his foot.
"Still alive huh? well I guess since it wasn't full power it'd make sense, plus I really didn't care if he lived or died... If you guys want another lacky, you can have this chump!" Dennis then yelled. "I don't care what you do, so anyones gain." He said as he began to walk back towards the group.
"Even still from what I can tell, the emitters from my group have much more useful abilities from what I can see... even that one chump sora faced had a portal ability, even if it sucked..." While dennis liked the hatsu he came up with, he was aware of its flaws. if it weren't for a few conditions and pledges he tacked on for sure mesure, he wasn't sure if his abilities would work as well. Despite this a grin came to his face. "Still though, I think I have a idea of a new techniqe I can work towards... but It'll have to wait til this is overwith." Dennis finished.
"well now that we know we're all still employed, hows about we give these new 'assistants' of ours a task and move out?" Dennis said doing knee squats and streching his legs. He then notice scyre, and from what he could tell, he either had something in that little slightly deranged mind of his or he had to take a piss. hell, it could have been both!
May 01, 2012, 07:19 AM
'If you want to hire them then go ahead,' Dietrich said to Random. 'But they can't join us on this mission; we can't trust them for sure yet, and besides, they're too weak to be of any real use. I'm going to make a call to the authorities informing them of what happened here, but I'll make sure these men have amnesty under your sanction, Random. Assuming they're still here when the police get here,' he added, given that of their four still-living enemies, three were unconscious.
'You guys clear up here,' Dietrich continued, indicating the bodies. Then warm up - we're setting off for the Gobunlia border by foot in ten minutes.'
As the others lined up the bodies of the airport steward and their fallen opponents, Dietrich headed into the control building, found a phone and called the local police. He gave them his identity and provided him with his contact details so they could get hold of him if they needed.
As he put down the phone, he thought about the exchange that had just taken place; it was worrying that anyone had known they were coming, but there was nothing to be done about it. On the other hand, he had been able to see the others' strength first-hand, and he was pleased with it. They had also managed to resolve the issue with Lukannon with just a few short words, which was gratifying. It showed that they were capable of working as a team. It had been worrying him that their different clashing personalities would make them incompatible, but now his worries were at least partly averted.
There were local maps in the control building which he studied. It was sixty miles to the Gobulina border as the crow flies. Then they'd sneak over said border (he didn't want the Gobunlian authorities to know seven Hunters were entering the country - if Marconi had any of the border police bribed then he'd hear about it). Then it was another thirty from where they'd cross the border to the nearest town. It would take them an hour and a half, at a rough estimate. There they could buy a van and drive the sixty miles to Deriva. They'd arrive at about 8pm; about dusk time. Hopefully they'd be able to scope out Marconi's mansion briefly before they lost the light. Then they could review their plan as the sun was setting and attack once it was fully dark.
Dietrich returned outside to see what the others were doing.
(OOC: Random, you can take control of the bandits if you like now, since they're now in your employ.)
May 01, 2012, 10:30 PM
Sora waved back at Random, and liked his little joke. He took that as a compliment and joked back.
"Maybe, but your ability is a lot more badass!", Sora said waving back.
Sora had observed the whole affair instead of stepping in. Why? The reason was simple. He could feel that was "natural" to Lukannon. While Sora doesn't believe in killing needlessly, he also knows that everyone has different beliefs and mind-sets, and he also knew that you couldn't simply tell someone to "stop doing what you've always believed in" and expect them to simply comply. Lukannon, then, was someone totally out of the ordinary. Maybe his belief was that "killing his enemy" is always the best.
After the whole affair, Sora was happy to see that Lukannon was trying to change. What pleased him even more, however, was that he sensed Lukannon thought of him, at least, as "trustworthy". That was enough to him for now.
"Of course, Lukannon." Seeing that Lukannon was trying to learn, he decided to keep talking.
"Have you imagined: what if that man has little children, plants, 5 dogs and 3 birds at his home?" Sora waited an instant, but Lukannon kept silent, so he continued.
"They would all die. Meaninglessly. What if that man was actually very poor, and HAD to do what he was doing to keep on living?"
"On the other hand, even if he came back someday with more people, we would just defeat them again easily, wouldn't we?"
Sora paused for an instant, and smiled a bit. "Of course... I suppose all of what I'm saying is kinda pointless, since we already had an agreement, isn't it?", he said, chuckling a bit.
"Don't worry about anything too much. C'mon, Dietrich is calling us."
"Man, some of these guys were heavy." Sora mentally complained. "Suppose I'll talk a bit to Random now. I think it's best to leave Lukannon thinking a bit for now, and, since, after Lukannon, Random was the one who stood out more from the rest...", he thought, walking up to Random.
"Heya!", he waved at the drummer.
"I couldn't help but notice how... "musical" you are, haha. Is there any special reason for that, or is it simply because you just happen to like it?"
"Also... any music recommendations?"
May 01, 2012, 10:55 PM
"So...I'll take it as a "no" for turning them into our slaves"
-Great, now we have 4 idiots to take care of besides the mission, and not even one of them under mind control..oh, things are gonna get funny- Scyre thought while staring at one of the unconscious guys.
"Have you imagined: what if that man has little children, plants, 5 dogs and 3 birds at his home?" Sora waited an instant, but Lukannon kept silent, so he continued.
"They would all die. Meaninglessly. What if that man was actually very poor, and HAD to do what he was doing to keep on living?"
"On the other hand, even if he came back someday with more people, we would just defeat them again easily, wouldn't we?"
Sora paused for an instant, and smiled a bit. "Of course... I suppose all of what I'm saying is kinda pointless, since we already had an agreement, isn't it?", he said, chuckling a bit.
"Sora, it doesn't really matter what kind of lives they live, or if they had no other choice but to resort to steal, or whatever. In my line of work, I steal, blackmail, even whore myself out to complete my job: survive, and that's all we can do, survive. The point is, they attacked us, we fought back, we won. Period. Don't want to kill him? It's your choice." Scyre said putting back his serious face. To him, Sora was a good hearted kid, filled with ideas of right and wrong. He was going to have a hard time later on.
As soon as he finally took a piss, he came back to the group. He took out his hand sanitizer from his backpack (he had to admit it, he had a pretty severe OCD even if he'd never admit it) and while rubbing his hands with the gel he watched as the unconscious bodies were being taken y the group.
-I'd leave them here to rot....oh well-
After grabbing one of those guys and putting him on his back, he walked with the others. He approached Lukannon, he figured he'd better apologise for being a bit hard to. "Uhm...sorry about earlier...you know...I would have killed him myself but...it wasn't your call this time. So....we okay?"
May 03, 2012, 06:28 AM
Random exhaled as soon as Lukannon gave his offer a chance.
"Wow, Thanks, man. I owe you one. I'll make sure your decision won't be wasted," said Random, and he shook Lukannon's hand and bowed his head a lot in gratitude.
Scyre said something about controlling the survivors. "So that's what happens when they get out of the nen-dimension? Or is that only one of the things that may happen?" thought Random. As usual, Random can't hide his state of mind and it showed through an exaggerated pout.
Dietrich also mentioned that he'll arrange for their opponents to be under his supervision, but he pointed out some things that would go against bringing them along.
Dennis also suggested to move the fallen opponents out of the battlefield.
Random smiled and replied.
"Well Scyre, controlling them in that state is just a waste of nen. They're already pretty much incapacitated. We still have more important things to waste Nen on. As for these guys, they'll be taken to the hospital. I'll make a call to some of my brothers in the OTG to guard them. They'll be trained after their recovery is complete and be offered a position in the OTG if they become strong enough. So it'll be a long time before we get to hear from them again."
As they were arranging the unconscious bodies, Sora went up to Random and asked about his musical ability. Random can't help but smile a childish smile at this question. Everyone in Saint Vesalius knows how Random loved music, especially those genre that were drumming-intensive.
"Well, how to start...? I would say 'yes' to both... I simply like doing music, and there's also a special reason behind it," Random paused and looked up to the sky, after making sure the guy he carried lay in a comfortable position.
"My ability, my music... is like, a hymn for the dead, a requiem, you see..."
Year 19xx, Saint Vesalius.
Delinquent crime reached an all-time high.
Arms and drugs were both cheap and easy to find.
Violence and death were an everyday occurence.
The police could not function normally. Most were either corrupt, or just scared shitless of the whole situation.
A young Random Randomson listens to his older brother play a cassette tape copy of the album "Person" by the band "Dauthi" for the first time.
Random Randomson comments that this album is just "a record of a walrus succumbing to diarrhea for 34 minutes".
Weeks after the first listen, Random Randomson starts playing the air drums.
Months after starting to play the air drums, Random Randomson buys his first pair of drum sticks.
Weeks after the purchase, the local music shop gets burned down after molotov cocktails were thrown at its general direction. The owner dies.
During his freshman year at high school, Random's neighborhood went through what some call the "Vesalius Incident". But, to the gang members who perpertrated the whole thing, it will always be remembered as "The One True Drive-By".
Untold numbers of delinquent gang members drove by on various vehicles at every street touting various firearms and explosives, and let loose on each person, animal, house, establishment and vehicle they came across.
Needless to say, unethical amounts of damage to property and deaths resulted.
Each delinquent gang member who participated wore a white wristband on both wrists.
Random snapped back to reality. Sora had that concerned look on his face.
"Did I... space out? Sorry man... Oh yeah, if you were looking for bands, I think you might want to check out the album "Person" by the band "Dauthi". That one's a classic.
ooc: The album "Person" by the band Dauthi is a play on the real album "Human" by the real band Death. Human clocks in at around 34 minutes. It was released at around 1991.
May 04, 2012, 04:20 AM
Sora was explaining to Lukannon why he thought it wrong to kill. 'Have you imagined: what if that man has little children, plants, 5 dogs and 3 birds at his home?' Sora waited an instant, but Lukannon kept silent, so he continued.
'They would all die. Meaninglessly. What if that man was actually very poor, and HAD to do what he was doing to keep on living?'
'Easy to say that now that Lukannon's already agreed not to kill him,' thought Thos, observing. 'I didn't see you stepping in to defend the guy.'
'On the other hand, even if he came back someday with more people, we would just defeat them again easily, wouldn't we?'
Sora paused for an instant, and smiled a bit. 'Of course... I suppose all of what I'm saying is kinda pointless, since we already had an agreement, isn't it?', he said, chuckling a bit.
'Sora, it doesn't really matter what kind of lives they live,' Scyre said, wearing a serious face, 'or if they had no other choice but to resort to steal, or whatever. In my line of work, I steal, blackmail, even whore myself out to complete my job: survive, and that's all we can do, survive. The point is, they attacked us, we fought back, we won. Period. Don't want to kill him? It's your choice.'
'What a whole heap o' bull shit,' thought Thos, now well and truly up on his high horse. He agreed that the criminals' circumstances were no excuse for shooting an innocent man dead, but the rest was nonsense in his opinion. '"That's all we can do: survive"?' If a Hunter's one concern is survival, then he should just take a few jobs for some rich guy, retire with the earnings and live out the rest of their days in some big-ass mansion. Hunters are in constant danger because they choose to, not because it's forced upon them. A Hunter who does bad things just to "survive" is no better than a common criminal. At least the criminal is sometimes doing it because they have to - the Hunter has chosen that life.'
The discussion moved onto what to do with the survivors. Thos' opponent sat cradling his broken arm next to his three unconscious comrades, intently listening to what the Hunters' verdict was.
'Well Scyre, controlling them in that state is just a waste of nen,' Random was saying. 'They're already pretty much incapacitated. We still have more important things to waste Nen on. As for these guys, they'll be taken to the hospital. I'll make a call to some of my brothers in the OTG to guard them. They'll be trained after their recovery is complete and be offered a position in the OTG if they become strong enough. So it'll be a long time before we get to hear from them again.'
Thos' opponent got to his feet and walked over to the group, still cradling his arm. He bowed deeply to them.
'Thank you for sparing me!' he declared sincerely. 'And thank you for this opportunity!' he said, presumably addressing Random. 'My name is Gerard Bleakly! I am indebted to you, and if there is anything I can ever do for you, I will always be at your service!'
By the time Dietrich came back out, they had lined up the bodies. He had spotted Scyre going off to take a piss from the control building's window. 'You do know there's a toilet in there?' he said to him, grinning slightly.
Some of the others went off in turn to use the little boy's room, and then they finally all assembled outside. Dietrich, through the use of map and compass, had established which direction they would be going, and outlined the route to the others. The landscape in that area was almost entirely scrubland; not a town or forest for miles. Travel to the border would be quick and easy.
After bidding farewell to Gerard with a last caution against doing anything that might piss them off, they began, first at a jog, then increasing in speed. 'If you can't keep up, you get left behind!' yelled Dietrich, leading the way.
They ran at a great pace - almost sixty miles an hour consistently. After fifty minutes they could see in the distance a high fence stretching as far as the eye could see. After just over an hour, they stopped running and crouched behind a row of thing bushes. As everyone caught their breath, Dietrich pointed to the fence.
'That marks the border to Gobunlia. As you can see, there are armed guards.' Indeed, there were a pair of armed guards on either side of the fence. About a mile down the fence in either direction, there were more guards stationed similarly. 'We could cut through the fence half way between two sets of guards, but they might spot us and raise the alarm. We have to get in close enough to take them out before they can radio for back-up. Between here and the fence, though, there's practically no cover, so we're going to have to go full-speed.'
Dennis, Scyre, you each take out one guard on this side of the fence. Random, Sora, you hop the fence and take out the two on the other side. Don't be too rough though, just knock them out. Any questions?'
May 04, 2012, 11:31 AM
The loud stick man began, "Wow, Thanks, man. I owe you one. I'll make sure your decision won't be wasted." One what Lukannon didn't quite know, but the next sign Lukannon was very familiar with. Noa had explained that shaking hands with another was similar to sniffing another friendly wolf. Despite not being able to not look Stick in the eye, Lukannon tried to take the ferocity out of his stare (to what degree he didn't know).
After the little disagreement, Lukannon began neglecting what the others were saying and focusing on their body language. The one he was most interested in was his future partner, T-hoss. However, before he could get any type of understanding from him, Disappear came over to say something.
He spoke a little bit too quickly for Lukannon to understand the words, but the general meaning was easy to grasp from the body language he was projecting: "Uhm...sorry about earlier...you know...I would have killed him myself but...it wasn't your call this time. So....we okay?"
"We okay. No worry." Simple and short, if only speaking could be like hunting - quickly and efficiently taking down the prey to sustain the pack.
Lukannon recalled Ash back into his soul, feeling alone once again. After lining up the bodies with everyone else and taking in some water and food for the trip ahead, Lukannon stretched out a bit to prepare for the run. He went into Zetsu, just as the pack took off at a decent pace.
As they approached what appeared to be humans with weapons guarding their territory, Lukannon crouched low, crawling and stalking his way to the small bush. Still maintaining a flawless Zetsu even though the weapon men could not use nen, Lukannon listened closely to Dietrich's new plan. After hearing it and without trying to sound too angry for being excluded, Lukannon simply asked, "I stay here?"
May 05, 2012, 03:13 AM
"Ah foot travel..." Dennis said streching. "From the looks of it, it will be....very....easy. I've ran farther back home, and this was when I was 6!" Dennis knew he was exaggerating, but if there's anything he acctually remembered from his passed friend, its that he should look at challenges with a better outlook. He wasn't exactly positive, but sarcasm can help a bit.
"zetsu..." Dennis's nen ceased to flow and he breathed in. He began running slowly, then speeding up, keeping up with the fast pace of everyone around him.
They then soon arrived at the boarder gates, and Dennis made sure his zetsu was seady as he ran into the brush, the applied Gyo. After confirming they were nen less he turned to catch his breath.
Dennis, Scyre, you each take out one guard on this side of the fence. Random, Sora, you hop the fence and take out the two on the other side. Don't be too rough though, just knock them out. Any questions?'
"Knock em out? got it." Dennis said going into his bag and taking out a simple sling shot and bag of marbles. Anyone sould simply call him a idiot, but being a emmitter, one can tell what he was holding was just as dangerous as a gun, or in this case, a BB gun. He took out a marble, and with his nen flicked it to speedily cross the ground, then he took out a marble and pulled back, he applied Shu into the sling, and a bit ofnen into the marble itself.
"Go straight towards... the temple! Dennis let go, and the fired marble hit the previous marble, causing it to ricochet into the right gaurd's temple, Successfully K.O.ing him and casuing him to slump abit.It was then Dennis shot out a 'shift' bubble and had it grab ahold of the bullet proof vest, keeping him standing.
"This should work huh?"Dennis said.
May 07, 2012, 06:25 AM
The man named Gerard Bleakly seemed genuinely happy that Random saved his life.
"Well, Mr. Bleakly, the first thing I want you to do is to look out after our three friends over there. Go with them to the hospital to recover. Expect a visit from some of my friends, and then expect to be trained. I forgot to mention this earlier, but if you guys do very well on the training, you've basically took another step in becoming a Hunter yourselves. So, I wish you all the best, alright?" Random said, patting Gerard on the shoulder where his good arm was.
The groups said their goodbyes after a few moments, and then started the trek to the target location. It was a good distance, but this jog gave Random a chance to liven up his rhythm. He then remembered to use only his 'toes' while running, that is, running without his heel landing on the ground. He might be forced to switch to this style later for a pedalling style that he's more comfortable with. He also practiced twirling his sticks on his fingers, to make them more nimble later. He also made sure to become aware of his breathing method. Random realized this was a very good way to warm-up for a mission.
Now, while they were running, Random was growing worried by the fact that they were intercepted this early. Random was pretty sure everyone had basically noted this fact in the back of their minds. The thing that made Random worry the most, though, was Sora's method of entry. It was a daredevil procedure - he'd have to be blasted off into the sky and then dropped back to earth so fast that it'll be hard to get a clear shot on him. Now, with the possibility of someone learning of their conversations, would Sora manage?
What of their skills? If there was a way that their opponents had been able to see their abilities, either on the plane, or at the airport, then preparations are definitely made. He was worried about the entry. Who would be more surprised, us or them?
Arriving at the Gobunlian border, Random, along with Sora was ordered to take out the guards on the other side of the fence. They both complied immediately.
Random jumped over the fence using his nen-pads as floating platforms and deployed another one just before hitting the ground. He then used the drumstick to hit one guard clean on the diaphragm, and with the sudden blow and loss of breath the guard crumpled to unconsciousness. He then tore a bit of the gate to make some of it jut out and hung the guard on it to make it look like he was still standing. Random also inspected the guard he took out and when he found a communication device he smashed it to make sure it'll take long before they get to inform anyone about this.
May 15, 2012, 06:30 PM
"Just knock them out? Seriously? Well...it's not like they can do something" Scyre complained, speaking for the first time in quite a while. He thought killing them would be much easier, but then again, waste of blood.
"Well Dennis, don't slow me down ok? If you are late, then I'll take out yours"
Scyre wouldn't deny it, he was fast. As soon as he reached the Gobunlian border, he dashed to the guard taking out his gun. -Nah, I won't waste a bullet on him- he convinced himself, and using the back of the gun struck hard to the back of his head, making him fall on the ground. -Too easy-
May 16, 2012, 04:32 AM
After hearing Dietrich's plan and without trying to sound too angry for being excluded, Lukannon simply asked, 'I stay here?'
In all honesty Dietrich had left Lukannon out simply because it was easier to communicate his needs to the others. Probably not a very leaderly thing to do, he now realised, but he'd already said it. 'Don't worry, it's not because I don't think you're capable,' he reassured Lukannon. Any of us could take them out.'
Indeed, Dennis had already knocked out his alloted guard with an impressive precision strike from a slingshot. Random and Scyre shot off at almost at once too, but not before Scyre complained about not being allowed to kill them.
'I don't like how bloodthirsty that guy is,' thought Thos as he watched the two of them effortlessly knock out a guard each. 'No, it's not even bloodthirstiness, it just seems natural to him to kill everyone that gets in his way.'
'Damnit Sora!' Dietrich shouted as he saw the boy, presumably tired from the run, not running after the others. The last guard was spinning round, looking wildly from Scyre to Random to the unconscious guard around him. His hand moved to the radio at his belt. 'Dennis, can you get him from here?' Dietrich asked, although the fence stood between them and the last guard. He hoped that Random had the reflexes to stop the guy using that radio.
May 17, 2012, 10:50 AM
Lukannon was beginning to become frustrated with Sora not taking action. Sneaking past the guards should not have been such a problem. If Lukannon took his usual role of the alpha, he would have had everyone sneaking past these guards using speed and stealth. Knocking them out would just send up warning barks the moment they aroused from their slumber. He also didn't agree with Loud Stick's breaking of the machine. Although still somewhat unfamiliar with the "teck-no-gy" (or whatever it was, he assumed the machine allowed the weapon-man to communicate with others. In Lukannon's mind and according to the pack mentality taught to him by his parents, when communication is lost, danger is close.
However, with one of the talking boxes already destroyed, Lukannon took the only step he could to preserve his pack. Picking up a nearby stone and enveloping it in just the slightest bit of Mother's energy, Lukannon hurled it like the tree-swingers did back home. The small rock, now Mother's weapon, flew true, straight at the third guard, hitting him square in the helmet. Lukannon knew that shaking a prey's head so violently might not work as well as taking your jaws to their neck when needing them to be silent, but distance and speed were more important here.
The guard dropped just like the six-legs the tree-swingers went after. He turned to DeeTrick, the supposed leader, with poorly hidden anger, "What we do with talking box? Four wake up soon."
May 20, 2012, 03:54 AM
Sora was conspicuously absent in the little border skirmish, probably the smallest Random had ever seen. Or probably absent-minded. What was going on in Sora's mind, Random doesn't want to know. But Random only watched while hovering on a nen-disc as Lukannon knocked down the last guard. Lukannon was saying something about doing something about a box - he probably meant the communication device the last guard held.
In Random's mind he had to destroy the devices since the guards would just contact reinforcements as soon as they wake up. It bought them more time if they destroyed all boxes since it would take a decent amount of time for anyone to get here, even with vehicles. "Let them come. We'll be done by that time," thought Random.
So Random spoke his mind. "How about we destroy all their communications devices? We'll buy more time if the reinforcement haul their asses here. We're going to be halfway through Marconi's playground by that time."
After speaking, Random thought of scanning the horizon by rising higher, but reconsider as he could not know if there were eyes fixed on their position. He was still wary of a possible unseen stalker or an installation where guards could see him from this distance.
Random was still standing on his toes after all this time. Literally.
May 27, 2012, 12:38 PM
Something was at Sora's mind. Something... bad. He didn't feel like he was himself at that time. He felt like he was somewhere else, doing something else.
A bad feeling. That's what it was. What was it that triggered that bad feeling? Maybe, it was because of that time...?
Sora felt like he was missing something right now, though. Then he noticed he had spaced out. Some vague voices. Then, he snapped out of it.
"U... uh. S-Sorry about that guys." Sora said, as if he just had a scare. "It's just that... I blacked-out. I promise, this won't happen again." Sora embarassingly, but in a tone of confidence, said.
Sora was feeling bad for letting everyone down with such a simple task, so he felt the need to be useful. "I have an idea to stop these guys from escaping." Before anyone could object, he quickly went to each of the guards and used some of his ice aura to bind the 4 guards arms and legs to the ground, and also used some of it in their mouths to stop them from talking, just in case. They were still able to breath by the noses.
"With that little strenght, these guys won't be able to escape that. I also didn't use much power, so it should melt before they die from lack of food or water." Sora said.
"Dammit brain! Why remind me from that all of a sudden?!" Sora thought. "I hate this feeling of knowing that you let someone down..." He thought.
He looked over everyone again, some of them seemingly puzzled by what had happened earlier. He decided to apologize again.
"Look, I know that what happened was kinda... random. So, I'm sorry. This kind of thing usually doesn't happen to me, so I really don't know was the problem." Sora said.
"The only thing I can really do now to fix it is to say, once again, that I promise it won't happen again." Sora finally added, looking over everyone once again.
"Maybe I over-apologized... Damn. It's just that I really dislike letting people down, so I do that sometimes. Bad habit." He thought.
May 27, 2012, 11:42 PM
Dennis looked over at Sora who finally snapped back into reality, but couldn't really bare to see him embarass himself over apoligizing. "Hey, relax, the guards are K.O.'d and we can move on, just be a bit more mindful next time."
Dennis recollected his marbles, literally, and moved ahead keeping cautious of anymore guards. "Come on, you guys were attacking the guy for being slow! Don't be hypocrites!"
Dennis didn't in particular like intervering in other people's troubles and he wasn't about to pry Sora's brain open to find out why he dazed off, but they were on a 'hunt' so to speak. He wasn't about to let it slow down.
May 28, 2012, 06:50 AM
Sora finally snapped out of his episode, and Random breathed a sigh of relief. The young, spikey-haired Hunter with a preference for the color black was extremely apologetic about his BSOD moment. He then moved to "freeze" body parts of the fallen guards so that they won't do anything soon that'll tip people of their movements.
"Transformation? That's gotta be it. If he could use it to an extent where he can do widespread damage while airborne, making him the paratrooper might not be such a bad decision after all," Random murmured to himself.
Dennis showed a different side of him: he gathered all the marbles he used as projectiles to off the grunts. Random let himself wonder for a moment about this move. Dennis could have just gathered some small pebbles on the way but no, he went and took back each of what he threw. Now Dennis, who is supposed to be a Hunter, has enough money to buy all the marbles he wanted, so those marbles probably meant something to him. If those marbles meant something to him, why would he be using them as projectiles?
Now Random realized Dennis was saying something funny about the guys who didn't move so fast. He laughed to himself, and then shrugged.
"Didn't think I had so much to say about such a seemingly unimportant task like picking up your marbles again."
Random sped off with the gang.
May 28, 2012, 11:48 AM
Scyre looked at Sora's little blank time -What the...mnah, not my problem- he thought switching his gaze to Dennis, who was taking back his marble-thingies, and approaching him. After all, he knew him the best, even if it wasn't much.
"Those things never cease to amaze me" he said with a smile "I remember back at the hunter exam when that fat ass guy tried to punch you, was so funny"
-Last year's exam...good times...except for that one incident-
The group started to move, so he followed them, checking time and time again if he still had his wallet on him -I need a chain or something-
May 31, 2012, 07:33 AM
(OOC: Thanks for everyone for bearing with me whilst I did my exams! Sorry I've not been around, and thanks again for your patience!)
'Well done,' said Dietrich to Lukannon after he had thrown the rock and knocked out the last guard.
'What we do with talking box? Four wake up soon,' Lukannon asked him with barely-hidden anger.
'Break them,' replied Dietrich coldly, also angry and frustrated. 'Not that it matters - we'll be long gone by the time they wake up.'
'U... uh. S-Sorry about that guys,' Sora said, as if he just had a scare. 'It's just that... I blacked-out. I promise, this won't happen again.' Sora embarassingly, but in a tone of confidence, said.
'I know it won't,' said Dietrich coldly, 'because if it does, not just you, but your teammates may die.' Dietrich hurried away from Sora and the others, towards the group at the fence, not bothering to tell them to follow - they knew to do so.
Sora was feeling bad for letting everyone down with such a simple task, so he felt the need to be useful. 'I have an idea to stop these guys from escaping,' he said when they had all gathered by the fence. Before anyone could object, he quickly went to each of the guards and used some of his ice aura to bind the four guards arms and legs to the ground, and also used some of it in their mouths to stop them from talking, just in case. They were still able to breath by the noses.
'With that little strength, these guys won't be able to escape that. I also didn't use much power, so it should melt before they die from lack of food or water,' Sora said.
'Look, I know that what happened was kinda... random. So, I'm sorry. This kind of thing usually doesn't happen to me, so I really don't know was the problem,' Sora said. 'The only thing I can really do now to fix it is to say, once again, that I promise it won't happen again.' Sora finally added, looking over everyone once again.
'It doesn't matter now,' said Dietrich, though his term wasn't comforting. The group quickly moved on, their pace fast once more.
Dietrich remained silent as they ran, wrapped up in his own thoughts, but remembering to stay alert of their surroundings. Should he kick Sora from the team? It had been him, Dietrich, that had asked for help from the others, but it would be better to kick him off than put the lives of the others at risk. He'd keep that option in mind until they arrived at their destination.
'Damnit, how'd such a simple task turn into such a shit-pile?' he thought to himself. He had envisioned a quick attack - bam, bam, bam, bam - then moving on, not standing round discussing pointless matters.'[/i]
Some time later they had reached a small city not far from the border. There Dietrich purchased a reliable-looking pick-up truck with plenty of room in the back for the others, as well as plenty of petrol to get them where they needed.
'Hey Sora,' he said as the team started jumping in. 'Sorry about being an ass before.' His tone was apologetic, but firm. 'No harm, no foul I guess. Just don't let it happen again, okay?'
Meanwhile Thos, who had eagerly jumped in the back of the truck and who was looking forward to an open-air drive, was massaging his legs. 'Damn, that run wiped me out,' he said, yawning. 'Oh, I think we've deserved this!' he said, stretching out, putting his hands behind his head and relaxing.
June 01, 2012, 06:55 PM
They had arrived at a city. It was small, but a bit bigger than Sora expected.
Dietrich bought a truck shortly after, and went to talk to Sora. Sora's smile was already back now.
'Hey Sora,' he said as the team started jumping in. 'Sorry about being an ass before.' His tone was apologetic, but firm. 'No harm, no foul I guess. Just don't let it happen again, okay?'
"Nah, if I were in your position I'd have done the same to me. Maybe I would have just kicked them off entirely." Sora said, matter of factly and almost jokingly.
"Point being, if everything's ok by you, it's ok by me too." Sora said, not taking his smile off even once.
"Also... if you keep worrying about stuff, you won't be able to focus and will get your ass kicked! Scratch that, I'LL kick your ass personally if you don't give it your best!" Sora joked, and then started laughing.
June 03, 2012, 04:36 AM
While they were running away from the border, Random thought of a new exercise. He would create a small nen-disc and step on it with one foot. As a result, he steps further forward, as if he was leaping instead of running. Random then alternates with the other foot. It's slightly disorienting to see a rocker hop like Little Red Riding Hood. While doing all of this, he would twirl his drumsticks using his fingers faster, slowing it down whenever he feels like one stick would slip and fly.
Random allowed himself to think more when they got to the vehicle. At one point Dietrich sounded like he wanted to kick Sora off the team. Random thought that was kind of harsh, but tried to understand the leader.
"Would I end up acting like that in the future, especially in an operation with the OTG?"
Random shook his head, and realized that he ran out of potato chips. "The hell...? When did I run out?"
"Hey guys, brought any junk food with ya?" Random addressed everybody.
June 08, 2012, 09:11 PM
Dennis smirked at Randoms comment about his marbles. "Touche', but at least I'm up front!"
These words were quickly swalloed down Dennis's throat as well as his canteen of water as he jogged at a steady pace as the group continued their way to the town. Thanks to this though Scyre began chatting with him. "Those things never cease to amaze me" he said with a smile "I remember back at the hunter exam when that fat ass guy tried to punch you, was so funny"
"Oh Man! I almost forgot about that!" Dennis said smirking as he flicked his thumb "Right in the forehead! Man his face made surviving that last test worth it!"
"Though that isn't NEARLY as good as that fake samurai guy who tried to 'recclaim his honor' by challenging you. THAT guy's face was priceless!"
"Hey guys, brought any junk food with ya?" Random addressed everybody.
"All I've got is some gum," Dennis said taking out a small pack of bungee gum, which he took a piece out for himself and began chewing it. "Man I could chew on this stuff for hours!"
((See wut I did dere? :^_^))
June 09, 2012, 10:05 AM
Lukannon was not sure how he felt about Dee-ter-rick's handling of the Sora situation. To him, it came off as indecisive. When a young cub made a mistake, he had to understand the consequences. Leaving him behind would guarantee he learn the lesson, but any alpha knows the overall hunt is the most important. Lukannon could not tell just how important this hunt was to their current alpha, so he would just have to adjust on the run.
Riding in cars also never agreed with Lukannon, but in the back of this thing, with open air, he felt it would be okay. He settled into his squat in the corner near the driver, thinking about the hunt that was to come.
The noisy stick man asked something about junk food, which just caused confusion within Lukannon. How could anyone eat trash food? He would never think of touching a rotting carcass just from the smell alone. Returning to trying to engage with others, Lukannon pulled out some meat (this time rabbit) that he always kept in the pocket of the shorts Noa said he was required to where since being found. The shorts were a bit confining and could get in the way, but those big empty spaces made it easier to carry things.
"You should not eat trash food. Creatures throw away for reason. It only hurt you later. Eat rabbit - fills stomach and good taste." Lukannon said, offering a thick piece of the meat to Noisy Stick.
June 09, 2012, 01:36 PM
"Oh, yeah...well, that guy had it coming, but hey, joke was on me, I did gave him the penalty to forget about fighting and become a ballet dancer...I just didn't expect him to be hired by Yorknew City's Ballet" Scyre told Dennis "Who'd ever guess?"
"Junk food? I don't have any on me...but I could eat some french fries, is there any chance we can stop somewhere and...you know...feed ouselves?"Scyre said, noticing for the first time how hungry he was.
Se saw Lukannon eating some meat, which happened to be rabbit, making Scyre's stomach sick.
"Uhm...Lukannon..don't be offended, please...but, could you put that away? I can't stand the sight of meat, I mean...I just keep picturing the poor little rabbit"
June 10, 2012, 09:12 AM
Lukannon just tightened his eyes, continuing to tear off small chunks of the meat with his teeth. Thinking of the poor little rabbit? What did that even mean? Would he rather him and his pack die so the rabbit lived? Did he have any understanding of how Mother's world worked?
Thousands of thoughts ran through Lukannon's head, so many that he couldn't even think of how to talk to this man. First it was "being cheap" because he wished to kill the threat. Now he was saying he couldn't eat even though Disappear himself was hungry.
Lukannon's face was hard. Taking a back seat to Dee-te-rick was not easy for him. He was not going to let this one assert his control over Lukannon, Ash, Snow Moon, and Midnight.
"I eat, you not look. Very simple."
June 11, 2012, 11:44 PM
Dennis produced the popular "Bungee Gum" brand bubble gum, that gum with the impeccable, unmistakeable taste, and begun chewing. With feeling.
"Hmmm, that sorta stuff would make me thirsty, though. I'm afraid I don't have enough water with me. I really made bad decisions with the quantity and quality of the food I brought with me," said Random, shaking his head in regret.
Scyre made an interesting comment about converting a samurai into a ballet dancer, who would later make it into Yorknew City's finest ballet groups. Random thought if that was due to his ability, but thought again, since people do not normally have nen-abilities before becoming Hunters. If Scyre did this before having an ability, then he must have some real ghetto powers of persuasion going on.
To reply to Random's query, Scyre said he would have wanted some fries, and asked if the group could stop over someplace to feed themselves. "Would this be necessary...? I'm not really that hungry but I think I'm thirsty..." Random thought to himself.
As soon as Random mentioned "junk food", Lukannon made some weird facial expressions. There was no doubt the term didn't make much sense for him. Random stared at Lukannon and blinked several times before he realized this. Then Lukannon made an offer of hearty authentic rabbit meat fresh from one of his short pockets. Scyre, visually revolted at the sight and the image of the grisly fate of the rabbit while and after dying, requested Lukannon to put the slab away. Random would have chomped on it right away if he just didn't realize the meat wasn't cooked. Then again, he did, just in the nick of time, thanks to that raw aroma arising from it. Lukannon, who sounded hurt at Scyre's suggestion, sternly asked the acrobat to look away while he eats.
"If we cook that, would you eat, Scyre? I surely would. I mean, that's some nice-looking slab o' meat he's got right there... And I just realized that I never had rabbit in my whole life," says Random.
"Hey guys," Random addressed Thos and Sora. "what do you think?"
June 12, 2012, 12:31 PM
'Mmmfffmmwwaah?' Thos mumbled incoherently as his barely-conscious mind alerted to him to the fact that someone was addressing him. He had dozed off the moment he had stretched out in the back of the van. He raised his heavy head and opened his bleary eyes. 'Huh, wuh?' he asked looking around confusedly. Then his eyes caught sight of the dead rabbit Lukannon was holding and at the same moment its smell invaded his nostrils. 'Agh, gross!' he called out, suddenly awake, leaping back in his seat. 'Er... I'll pass,' he muttered, turning away.
Meanwhile, Dietrich had started the van. There was no window between the front seat and the back so he could hear all they said, and vice versa. 'There's no place to get junk food from here,' he said, rounding a corner onto what looked like the town's main street, 'but we'll pick up something fast.'
Twenty minutes later they were driving out of town, a collection of local foodstuffs resting on the floor of the back of the van, not to mention a large number of bottles of water. Thos thirstily chugged the best part of an entire bottle in one. 'Aaah, damn that's good,' he said appreciatively when he was done. 'Now, what food did we get? I'm starving.'
'Gimme some of those dumplings,' Dietrich said, poking his hand through from the driver's seat.
(OOC: Conversation seems to be flowing pretty smoothly so I'll let it go on for a bit. In my next proper post we'll arrive at our destination, and that's when the mission starts for real! :D Not long now!)
June 28, 2012, 08:54 PM
"Sure!" Sora quickly replied. "I already ate rabbit before. Not sure if it's from the same species as this one, but it can't be too different." Sora added.
"I also brought some soda and orange juice. Cold by yours truly! Anyone want some?" Sora said, predicting that Lukannon would either want the orange juice or nothing at all. It didn't seem like he was too used to drink soda. Random would want soda (though Sora could tell that what he would really want was beer), Dennis'd like soda, and Scyre too. Sora didn't know why, but he thought Thos and Dietrich would want juice, with Dietrich maybe wanting nothing at all. Sora thought all of that in a second.
"Why do I have to analyze EVERYTHING?" Sora mentally noted and mentally sighed.
June 28, 2012, 09:53 PM
Scyre was happy "Hey guys, I have some vegetarian snacks and some fruit" he said grinning widely and taking a dumpling from Thos and giving it a bite. A second later he choked on it and spat it out "God...meat....no...never...again" he said shaking.
He went through his backpack and took out a bottle of expensive scotch, opened it and put it to his lips. He felt the exquisite liquor run down his throat, taking away that awful taste of meat and heating his insides.
"Buddha, this is good stuff..."
Scyre wasn't ashamed, he was a drunk, but in his mind, he was way nicer when drunk, but still, he was a long way from getting there.
"Anyone want some?" he offered
July 01, 2012, 10:57 AM
'Oops, I bought the wrong ones!' Thos said is dismay as he broke open a dumpling and examined its contents. 'Here, you can have these,' he said, passing them through to Dietrich in the driver's seat. 'Are you vegetarian too?' he asked Scyre as he broke open a packet of non-controversial oven chips, ate a couple and offered the bag out to the others. Thos turned down Scyre's offer of scotch; he liked a cool beer or two or seven every now and then but he couldn't stand scotch. Besides, he wanted to keep his head clear for the mission. He did, however, accept Sora's offer of orange juice gratefully.
Meanwhile the smell of scotch had reached Dietrich's nose. 'That's not what I hope it is, is it?' he called back to them. 'I'll go for a swig o' that,' he continued, sounding more enthusiastic than any of them had heard him. As he took a sip and passed the bottle back, Dietrich thought to himself 'Weird to be having a picnic just a few hours before we go on a mission. But still, I guess it's just as important to relax as it is too work hard.'
July 02, 2012, 03:04 AM
"Heh heh... yeah I'll take a soda..." Dennis said, getting a can and blowing a bubble with a bit of nen as he let it fly off the truck. He cracked the can open, snapped off the little flip thing that was on it and flung it at the bubble, popping it.
Dennis took a few of the dumplings as well and washed it down with his soda. He wasn't a veggiteian like his fellow Hunter exam aplicant, as he sometimes had to catch small animals for food when he was little so it made no diffrence to him.
"Well seeing as how we're having a quaint little picnic here, anybody got any good stories from hunts they've done or something?" He wasn't usually chummy with this workers but he deemed these guys alright so he may as well see what he can learn.
July 15, 2012, 01:48 AM
Taking back the bottle from Dietrich, who seemed much nicer since he took a glance at the scotch, Scyre gave it another go.
-That's the stuff- he thought to himself.
"Yeah, I'm a vegetarian, been one my whole life...I'm also a Buddhist" he replied to Thos while eating one of the vegetarian snacks he got from the store a few minutes before. It was nice having this improvised picnic with the group, even if they were just a few hours from drencheing themselves in blood.
"Well kiddo, I have some pretty sweet anecdotes...as some of you know, my mother, Maria Lurk, is a pretty famous Blacklist Hunter, actually, she was the first and only one to ever arrest Marconi, and she still regrets not killing him when she had the chance....I confess that's part of the reasons why I'm taking this job, despite the lousy pay...no offence" he adressed to Dietrich. "Well...growing up with her was interesting, for example, during my 5th birthday, some dude try to kill everyone present...my mom was just bored with all the kids, so she beheaded him in the spot. And, this is the funny part, his head fell right on top of my cake...of course, I didn't see any of those kids ever again, their parents were too freaked out hehehehe" Scyre started laughing at the memory "Mom was exasperated, she worked so hard on that cake (mind you, she's a shitty cook, unlike her mother)" he finished with a laugh.
-Oh, I should tell them about the time I got captured by the Mafia with Rose-
July 29, 2012, 10:55 AM
Lukannon took a slow, measured look around at this new, temporary pack. Talking with 2 legs was never his strong point, let alone telling stories. How could others relate to him, the boy who never even saw a 2 legs until he was half-grown? How could those who grew up around those machines and weapons ever understand what he felt every time he saw more 2 legs destroying Mother's home, slaughtering his extended family?
Listening to the story of how his Mom killed a person for trying to kill children, Lukannon was full of questions. Beheading was an unfamiliar word, but after hearing that the "head" fell onto something, Lukannon was able to figure out the meaning. Furthermore, this mother seemed very contradictory in her actions. Why would she have other cubs over to celebrate and then feel bored? Did her maternal instincts not work? Seeing her offspring in danger should have made her.....something other than bored.
Lukannon's mother, Inuit (not the Mother), was nothing like that 2 legs. She was a kind and gentle mate to the Alpha. She took care of Lukannon and his siblings every moment. She let them grow, let them experience life in Mother's forests, but was always protecting them. They made plenty of mistakes, got into tons of scuffles, but she would always help out when it went beyond their power. Killing that insane Bearfox was just one of the many times she had saved Lukannon's life. He would never forget that day as it was the day Mother granted him the ability to use her energy. Lukannon's parents and siblings could always use it, could always do amazing things compared to him. That day, the day he lost his little brother Hopper, was the first time he used it. Inuit stopped him from having to return to Mother like Hopper, but would have died fighting that mouth-foaming Bearfox. Thankfully Mother let him save her that day. It was also the day he unknowingly began creating his technique.
Lukannon did not want to ruin the others' time, so he gave it his best to tell (what he thought to be) a funny story from his past.
“Your mom seems strange,” Lukannon said with a piece of rabbit hanging out of his mouth, “but interesting. All I do is protect Mother’s lands. People (Lukannon used the correct word instead of 2 legs when talking to others) try to destroy Senlin Forest. They want put everyone in something called ‘zoo.’ Then want to cut all trees. They say need space for rich man’s house. They find me and pack. One not killed so he can tell others don’t come back. Inuit and Scarleg both bite him before leaving.” Lukannon let out a big laugh as if he had just told an incredibly funny joke. “Person go running see him try cover rear but still see bite. Bite look like falling bird!”
Unfortunately, Lukannon was the only one laughing yet he didn’t know why. The image of that man running away trying to hide his bitten bottom was enough to make any member of his family laugh all night. Maybe this attempt to adjust to 2 legs life was not working as well as he had hoped. He curled back into his squat, trying to hide his smile from the image that was not stuck in his mind.
July 30, 2012, 04:57 PM
'Here we are,' announced Dietrich as the van pulled up. It had taken them some time to arrive, during which they had snacked, swapped war stories and some of them had even napped. Now, finally, their journey was over; they had reached the town which Marconi lived on the outskirts of. Their ordeal, however, was only just about to begin in earnest.
The first part of the town was a busy, open-air market. People of all sorts traded with one another here and the streets were bustling and jammed with locals and tourists alike. Having parked the van somewhere convenient (it didn't matter much if they never retrieved it), the group pressed their way through the busy main street.
Hills in the distance were covered with thick trees, but amongst them, out of view for the moment, was Marconi's mansion.
Once they had fought their way through the market, the seven men stopped to talk in the quieter atmosphere of the town square.
'It's lucky there are so many tourists,' Thos said. 'If we stay in twos or threes we shouldn't attract any attention.'
'Right,' Dietrich agreed. 'Sora, Scyre, you pair up. Random, Thos, you too. Lukannon, Dennis, you're with me. Now, up on that hill is Marconi's villa,' he went on, pointing in the direction he meant. 'If my intel's correct it's only a few hundred metres out of the town. Once we've finished this meeting we'll split into our groups and meet at the edge of town. From there we'll conduct a short, final briefing, and then we'll attack.' He looked up at the nearest building, a church which, despite its small size, was still taller than any other building in the square. 'I'm going to confirm the villa's in that direction. You wait here,' he said, and hurried off round the back of it. Having checked that there was no one around to see him, Dietrich began to expertly climb the outer walls.
August 05, 2012, 12:54 AM
Lukannon didn't like the crowded area, but he was now familiar enough with towns and cities so that it didn't bother him outwardly. Inside, the just wanted to howl, and make these people get out of his way. But, that wouldn't do much good for hunting this prey. Stealth, silence, sneakiness, everything his parents taught him would be much more important.
"Ash ready, me too." Lukannon said in a hushed, raspy voice. The fact that he was eagerly anticipating the upcoming hunt was given away as his ears appeared to be almost standing straight up. "Dee-ter-ick, Dennis, trust us. Pack takes care of each other. We take care of you." It was the best he could think of giving the short amount of time he had, but he was fairly certain he made his point.
August 05, 2012, 04:51 PM
Sora started laughing at the sight of Dietrich climbing the walll.
"Sorry... sorry! It's just that it was so... random! It's like if you suddenly dig up a hole in the ground to try and sleep into."
Now's no time to be laughing, everyone's just some time away from entering a life or death situation, but it still seemed funny.
Sora pondered if he should have told them that one story... the mission with Jade... back at the van. But he didn't feel like it.
Wait, a basic question popped up in Sora's mind. It surprised him that no one asked this before. Maybe it went without saying? He decided to just spill it out.
"Hey, if Dietrich dies, who becomes the "leader"? When, where and who do we report to?"
August 05, 2012, 04:59 PM
'Oh yeah, good question,' Thos said, struck by the idea. 'It hadn't even crossed my mind.' He wondered who out of them would make the best second-in-command. Scyre and Random both seemed to have good brains but he wondered if either of them would be okay being led by the other. Lukannon might find it difficult to have his commands understoood... Sora and Dennis... maybe they were too young. Then again, age doesn't make much of a difference when it comes to being a Hunter; they'd earned their license just like everyone else.
August 05, 2012, 05:25 PM
Sora thought that, if it went down to voting, he'd vote on Random. He seemed like the most... balanced one. Scyre certainly would be... uncomfortable if Random was chosen, and vice-versa. Lukannon was probably a good leader back where he lived, and would be able to take good decisions on instinct, but he'd be uncomfortable leading urban people. Thos seemed like a nice guy, but Sora's not sure if he's leader material. About himself... well, Sora felt it was fine either way. He could do a good job as a leader, but he's not necessarily after it. He's not sure if anybody would be voting on him after that little "black-out" earlier, though. Maybe Dietrich would just choose who it would be.
"I'll wait to hear what everyone has to say before saying anything else." Sora thought.
August 05, 2012, 05:41 PM
"Well, it's pretty obvious it'd be either Random or me" Scyre said matter-of- factly "We are the most experienced of the group. Thos doesn't have the will to do so and Lukannon...well, no offence, but you kinda lack the social skills, since you lived on your own for the first years of your life and then were took in by one hunter and lived apart from society. Dennis, Sora, while I respect you, because you're both Licensed Hunters and both have good Nen Skills, I think you might be a bit inexperienced for the job"
-They might kill me for this- he thought with a sigh, considering he didn't reveal to the others exactly how much he knew about them.
"However, if it indeed comes to Random and me, I'd choose Random. I'm a bit of a loner and I have no experience in managing groups, however, Random here does, with the whole "One True Gang" thing. Of course, if you don't want to be in charge, then I'll try to do my best." Scyre concluded.
-While he probably dislikes me, he's the only one here who could be my equal-
"Oh, and yes, I have done a background check of all of you while we were picking up our stuff"
August 08, 2012, 10:44 AM
Completely unsure of what a background check and why there was any type of argument over leadership (Lukannon was amazed that the others here thought they could be an alpha), Lukannon simply kept his distance. The 2 younger than him seemed pleasant, but not much of pack master material. Loud stick man seemed a great number 2, not a number 1 simply because he looked to be in his own tree sometimes, ignoring the jungle. The healer was a bit too passive, while the other just smelled off. Lukannon associated scents with feelings, and Se-Ke-De smelled of someone who enjoyed killing, not one who killed for survival. He wouldn't be able to trust that one; thankfully he wouldn't need to worry too much as they were not packed together.
Staying away allowed him to work on his "In." He let Ash out once more and enveloped him in the In. Now, Ash would be almost undetectable. He would use this to search, and hopefully get some type of lay of the land for everyone.
August 09, 2012, 03:38 PM
'That's the house,' Dietrich confirmed when he returned to them. 'If I die, Scyre, you're in charge. Now, let's move out; see you at the edge of town,' he said simply.
They all moved into their various groups and separated, drifting amongst the crowds. Dietrich had been unsure at first of Scyre due to his apparent ruthlessness and lack of regard for human life, but when Dietrich had come to terms with the fact that ruthlessness was fine as far as he was concerned (he didn't care as long as it increased the chances of Twisp's rescue), he had realised that the clever Scyre was an ideal candidate for leader, provided the others followed him; if it were up to Scyre, Marconi's death would be swift and efficient.
It took them about ten minutes for all three groups to reach the meeting point; the sun had set by the time they were gathered. All going into Zetsu, they crept through the thick grass that led out of town and up to the mansion. Soon they were as close to the mansion's perimeter fence as they could get without either being seen or attacking the armed guards that waited there.
'Okay,' Dietrich said. 'Everyone get into position. On my command, we go, full-speed; cover the ground between here and the house as quickly as possible. Lukannon, Thos, you take out the two guards.'
Just then, they all heard the noise of an approaching vehicle behind them. Staying low in the grass, everyone waited. A van came up the track and stopped at the gate. The Hunters could tell from where they crouched that at least one of its occupants was a powerful nen user; it gave off that radiance of power that was unmistakable. Its occupants spoke to one of the guards briefly, then the gate opened and the van drove away. Soon it was out of sight. 'Alright,' Dietrich said, after giving the van long enough to reach the house. 'We've just been given at least one more enemy to fight, but fuck it, nothing we can do about it now. On command; ready! Go!'
They sprung into action. The attack had begun.
The two occupants of the car (besides the guard that drove it) were a small, grouchy-looking girl and a man in his thirties. He had black hair that was swept back in black spikes and he had a shark-like grin. 'There are a lot of tasty-looking people in that village,' he said to himself as they walked into the mansion.
August 10, 2012, 12:40 PM
((Sorry, Im using library Comps right now so this will be short )
Dennis simply nodded at Scyre's comments, he agreed completely on what he was saying and didn't really want to be a leader of any sorts anyway. "Oh, and yes, I have done a background check of all of you while we were picking up our stuff" "Damn, well thats an assasin for you..." The boy thought, he didn't have anything especial to hide other than his friends death, but he doubted that could bite him in the butt at all, which was a fairly niaive thought but still.
'That's the house,' Dietrich confirmed when he returned to them. 'If I die, Scyre, you're in charge. Now, let's move out; see you at the edge of town,'
Dennis simply nodded and followed the group, keeping his nen low and steady. When the van came, he quickly covered himself like the rest and could feel the energy comming off from one of the people in the van, He used Gyo and saw merely the driver and one other person before the van left. "Looks like this party we're about to crash has more guests... this should be fun..." Dennis thought sarcasticly.
'Alright,' Dietrich said, after giving the van long enough to reach the house. 'We've just been given at least one more enemy to fight, but fuck it, nothing we can do about it now. On command; ready! Go!'
Dennis sprang into action Nen ready and alert.
August 14, 2012, 07:07 PM
Scyre was surprised that he was chosen as a second-in-command, he was no leader material.
-Oh well...I hope Dietrich doesn't die...plus, who's gonna pay me if he does?- he thought.
As soon as the van arrived, he noticed the Nen user inside -Oh....-
"Ok, assassination team, listen, we wait 55 more seconds, enough for them to make some noise, then we bust in." he said. As soon as he finished saying those words, he saw Dietrich and the others launching themselves foward.
"Well...that was fast....ok guys, 50 seconds"
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