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sirenspull_logs2012-06-28 03:03 am
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[Closed Event Log] Newcomer Hunt @ Spencer's Grounds
Who: Washu, Sherlock Holmes, Mercy Thompson, John Watson, Shikamaru Nara, Aurican, Lisbeth Salander, Son Gohan, Mary Winchester, Jake Marshall, Kurt Hummel, Nill, Amy Pond.
Also starring NPC Hunters: Henry D. Spencer III, Franco Berchelli, Jaina Fife, Katherine Bell, Ariel Costa & Stephan Delacroix
When: From Noon June 28th to Friday at dawn.
Where: Spencer's Hunting Grounds
Summary: Newcomer Hunt!
Warnings: Human Hunting, Sadism, Violence, Death! All that...good stuff.
Also starring NPC Hunters: Henry D. Spencer III, Franco Berchelli, Jaina Fife, Katherine Bell, Ariel Costa & Stephan Delacroix
When: From Noon June 28th to Friday at dawn.
Where: Spencer's Hunting Grounds
Summary: Newcomer Hunt!
Warnings: Human Hunting, Sadism, Violence, Death! All that...good stuff.
13 non-native 'game' waited in cages for the electronic latch to spring, waited to fight for their lives, deep at the dead ends of separate caverns underground. The minotaurs were loaded into the labyrinth, every inch the monsters to be slaughtered. For fun. For a challenge.
Hunters on the field waited at ground level, just beyond the inner gate. These lucky sports were armed to the teeth with their choice of weapons, traps and personal gear, several thousand dollars sunken into their one-of-a-kind safari.
At noon, Spencer's lazy drawl crackled over an old PA system. It wasn't his priority to replace, unlike the rest of his land, which was carefully groomed for the thrill of the hunt, laden with diverse environments and an inventive love for the chase that only a territorial game warden could manufacture on this scale.
He didn't need to start things with a flourish. He was laconic that way, grinning as he struck a match on his teeth and lit his pipe, leaning back in his chair with eyes on his camera feeds. Time for a show.
"Okay, Ladies. Gentlemen. Load and move out. Lets get this hunt underway."
He lifted a rifle onto his shoulder, and turned to the open window on his left, squinting at a squirrel which has perched on a post outside the lodge.
He lets them repopulate. There's nothing like popping squirrels off your porch.
...or starting the hunt off officially with a bang.
[OOC: Tagging order is totally open, and setting elements are varied. We fully intend there to be damage to the grounds. [ACTION] style logging is perfectly fine, considering how large a group this is, but prose style works too. Split up or group together! Threadhop and run into others if you want as well.
Basic weapons (knives, spears, stone bludgeons, axes, etc) can be found here and there to give the hunted a 'fair' chance.
The hunting grounds are all very nearly man made, through the flora has taken over the top part over the years. It has elements of forest/jungle, sand traps, caves, a small lake, fields and other hiding places. It also has about 4 stories of underground tunnels, caves, bunkers, rooms with strange settings and endless paths one could take. Feel free to point out your own interesting location if needed, seeing as he’s had time to build it all up in this place.
Nighttime Survivors face a whole new element after siren. Darkness-mutated exotic wild animals, ranging from polar bears, tigers, buffalo, wolves, gorillas, anacondas and white rhinos populate the grounds. Human mutation prowl the night too, casualties of other hunts like yours. Good luck!]
Hunters on the field waited at ground level, just beyond the inner gate. These lucky sports were armed to the teeth with their choice of weapons, traps and personal gear, several thousand dollars sunken into their one-of-a-kind safari.
At noon, Spencer's lazy drawl crackled over an old PA system. It wasn't his priority to replace, unlike the rest of his land, which was carefully groomed for the thrill of the hunt, laden with diverse environments and an inventive love for the chase that only a territorial game warden could manufacture on this scale.
He didn't need to start things with a flourish. He was laconic that way, grinning as he struck a match on his teeth and lit his pipe, leaning back in his chair with eyes on his camera feeds. Time for a show.
"Okay, Ladies. Gentlemen. Load and move out. Lets get this hunt underway."
He lifted a rifle onto his shoulder, and turned to the open window on his left, squinting at a squirrel which has perched on a post outside the lodge.
He lets them repopulate. There's nothing like popping squirrels off your porch.
...or starting the hunt off officially with a bang.
[OOC: Tagging order is totally open, and setting elements are varied. We fully intend there to be damage to the grounds. [ACTION] style logging is perfectly fine, considering how large a group this is, but prose style works too. Split up or group together! Threadhop and run into others if you want as well.
Basic weapons (knives, spears, stone bludgeons, axes, etc) can be found here and there to give the hunted a 'fair' chance.
The hunting grounds are all very nearly man made, through the flora has taken over the top part over the years. It has elements of forest/jungle, sand traps, caves, a small lake, fields and other hiding places. It also has about 4 stories of underground tunnels, caves, bunkers, rooms with strange settings and endless paths one could take. Feel free to point out your own interesting location if needed, seeing as he’s had time to build it all up in this place.
Nighttime Survivors face a whole new element after siren. Darkness-mutated exotic wild animals, ranging from polar bears, tigers, buffalo, wolves, gorillas, anacondas and white rhinos populate the grounds. Human mutation prowl the night too, casualties of other hunts like yours. Good luck!]
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Her brows furrow, and she follows his own eye-line into the shadows. ]
Erm. Trained? I'm not exactly trained at all. I can manage though.
[ Fast learner and desperate times and all that. Don't underestimate adrenaline and quick thinking. But she refrains from mentioning her experience with cricket bats and hockey sticks. Now's not the time to get technical. ]
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[ He sounded breezy for an old man being tortured. He picked up the stone bludgeon and gave it to her. Looking around at the dark, winding tunnels, he frowned. ]
We best get to the entrance - or the end - of this labyrinth quickly. I have the suspicion that with these weapons are being given to us, to offer a chance to fight. Them or the beasts that lurk here.
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Let's go then. I'd rather not find out, to be honest.
[ She makes sure once more that he can move before starting off down one of the tunnels again. ]
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[ He follows her down, his shoes gently padding the ground. His shoulders and arms twitch along the way. ]
I forget myself, I never asked your name . . . ?
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It's Amy. Amy Pond. What's yours?
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My name is Aurican.
[ And by that proclamation, there's a heavy bellow, a beast obviously nearby. ]