[Closed Event Log] Newcomer Hunt @ Spencer's Grounds

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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.

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!]

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[hybrid_prodigy]

[He tilts his head just a tiny bit more, trying to get a better view; in doing so, he risks giving her a glimpse of dark hair, but he has to know.

[And there. No collar. Hunter. Honestly, he's not really sure what to do. He'd rather not fight, but . . . what if this woman comes after somebody else? He couldn't let that happen, right? But a head-on attack would be dangerous when his own powers are so severely limited, and he has no idea of hers. Maybe something a little trickier would work better.

[Though most of his instincts warn against it, he purposely allows his feet to scuffle on the ground when he stands up, and heads into a jog down the tunnel, making no effort to disguise his steps now.

[Giving the enemy his back seems at first glance to be a bad move, but she'd be less inclined to go full-out that way. Why waste all that effort on a target posing no threat, right? But just because he's running now doesn't mean he's harmless -- as she may find out should she follow.]

[sphunters]

[Even with the limp slowing her somewhat, as soon as she spots the boy running away, she's racing after without a second thought. Moving her hand from the knife concealed inside her clothing, she reaches for the gun instead, firing off a single shot to start.

Of course, the dimness of the tunnel combined with her motion and the moving target that she's aiming for does anything but guarantee an easy shot. She winces as she misses, clenching her teeth, and tries to push herself to run faster. As far as she believes, the hardest part will be catching up to him and someone making eye contact once she's there.]

[hybrid_prodigy]

[Perhaps suspiciously, he doesn't flinch at all at the gunshot. He's not used to bullets being able to do him any harm, and thus doesn't have that panic response that most people might. And he's not a good actor, besides.

[He lets her get close, but as soon as she is and has no time to halt her momentum, he ducks to the side and sweeps out his leg to knock her off her feet. Powers or no, he's still thoroughly trained in close combat.]

[sphunters]

[The kick lands, and she cries out in shock, landing on the ground. As soon as she's touching the dirt, however, the anger takes over once more and she's pulling the gun up with one hand, trying to make sure she has a clear shot this time.

Her mouth is braced in a tight sneer as she tries to take advantage of their proximity to take hold of him. Anything to make him look into her eyes. In a way, she almost considers the sudden lack of distance fortunate, once the swell of frustration subsides. Though she hasn't accomplished it yet, it seems simple enough to make eye contact if she can stop him from moving for only a moment.]

[hybrid_prodigy]

[Even for all his training, he's never actually had to fight without powers before. It feels weird and unfamiliar, and it will force him to improvise in ways he's not used to.

[She actually manages to catch hold of his arm, with his speed being blocked as it is. But he spies the gun coming up in her other hand and he's not letting her get a point-blank shot when he's not sure how much it might hurt him at this point.

[He lashes one foot out, gritting his teeth at the pain that shoots through him when he makes sure to put a small amount of superhuman force behind it. He's aiming for her wrist, to knock the gun out of her hand.]

[sphunters]

[The gun flies away, traveling a few feet down the tunnel. She winces as the pain shocks through her hand and arm.]

Fuck!

[She immediately tries to grab hold of his leg as soon as it's close to her now free hand, trying to pull him onto the ground as well. If she can hold the grip on his arm at the same time, even with one of her arms weakened, she's still reasonably confident.]

[hybrid_prodigy]

[Everything about his own movement feels sluggish and weak compared to what he's become used to over the years. Forced down to somewhat above the average speed and strength of someone his age, he's not sure how to compensate for the loss.

[Thus the hand snagging his leg comes as a complete surprise and he doesn't have time to readjust his balance. A little stab of fear hits him as he falls to the ground, but he keeps it off his face. It's been a long time since he's been physically overpowered, and he doesn't like it one bit.

[But he'll keep squirming and struggling, trying to find some leverage. He's certainly not going to hold still for her if he can help it.]

[sphunters]

[She doesn't try to stand, but she does try to force herself closer, releasing his hand and reaching for his neck to attempt to keep him rooted on the ground. If she can only keep him still for a moment, everything could be as good as over.

With the hand that had grasped his leg a moment ago, she reaches for a knife.]

[hybrid_prodigy]

[There have been a lot of times in Gohan's life where he's thought it'd be great not to have his powers. To not have to worry about hurting anyone or breaking every little thing by accident. Wouldn't it be great, to just be normal?

[He's taking that back. Being normal just doesn't work when you wind up in situations like this. He just wants the strength to be able to shove her off, and he just can't do that as he is.

[And now the hand on his throat. Not good, not good. And it's at this juncture -- even as he lifts his hands to try and pry hers away -- that he makes what is unknowingly a big mistake and finally looks her straight in the face.]

[sphunters]

[The second she has a clear view of his eyes, she begins to let her powers take effect. She rises slightly, a confident smirk plastered onto her face, convinced that this struggle will be over in mere moments.

She allows herself a breath of relief, not breaking eye contact, as she pulls the knife from where it had been concealed in her clothing. She doesn't say a word, though, in favor of keeping that cold stare steady.]

[hybrid_prodigy]

[It happens all so quickly, and he doesn't even know it. One second he's struggling to get out from under her, and the next, his mind goes blank.

[He's still now, with his small hands remaining wrapped around her wrist where he'd been trying to pry her off. But as long as she's got eye contact, there's nothing he can do of his own will.]

[sphunters]

[She releases her hold on his neck, reaching up to run a hand through her hair, putting it back in place. Taking the knife, she spins it once in her hand, cocky, before moving down to plant it firmly in his grasp.

It might seem suicidal to any observer, but the reason is clear to her.]

Going right for it, if that's okay?

[hybrid_prodigy]

[And his fingers close solidly over the hilt, guided by outside forces. And instead of aiming for her, his hand reaches up to his own throat. Thanks to the collar dampening all his abilities, even the natural ones, the blade bites into his flesh.

[But even so, how a body responds to a threat is something that isn't under conscious control. When facing harm, it reacts reflexively in an attempt to preserve itself. Thus, though the knife cuts, it doesn't go deeply enough to be lethal. Not lethal to him, at least. But the hunter has no way to know this.

[The spasm of pain is real, however. Just like any active ability, his natural physical toughness triggers the collar's effect. His fingers tighten briefly on the bloodied weapon before his hand and the rest of his body go limp, eyes still shut from the shock of it all.

[For all intents and purposes, he looks dead.]

totally fine!

[sphunters]

[She pauses for a moment, moving her boot into his side and jostling him slightly to be certain the job is done. Then, satisfied, she grins, reaching forward to reclaim possession of the knife. As her fingers move for the weapon, she takes care not to dirty her hands with any of his blood.

As she focuses on that goal, her eyes stray from his as she deactivates her powers.]

[hybrid_prodigy]

[That jostling brings a thread of awareness back to him, but he doesn't move. Something is warning him that moving would be a bad idea.

[His throat is hitching when he tries to breathe. When did he get hurt? He just remembers struggling with her on the ground, and . . .

[Here, his eyes crack open -- fortunately, while she's busy reaching for the knife. Just . . . what? What did she do? Whatever it was, he can't risk having her do it again.

[He takes a second to focus his mind away from the pain of his injury, the struggle for breath. His hand twitches minutely, and then he aims a punch straight at her gut.]

[sphunters]

[Her hand is almost enclosed around the weapon before she sees his hand twitch, an eyebrow arching questioningly. She starts to straighten up.]

What—

[And then his hit connects, and she cries out in pain, falling backwards as a wave of nausea descends over her body. It takes a few moments, but as soon as she's realized what's happened, she attempts to ignore the deep ache and stand.]

You little bitch.

[hybrid_prodigy]

[He doesn't say anything back; there's no time, his throat is injured, and he's not one for trash-talking anyway.

[He can see her getting up, and he simultaneously sweeps one leg out to trip her, while one hand goes to shove the knife well out of reach -- partially to keep her from using it, and partially to keep her from falling on it. He doesn't know precisely what she did to him, but he doesn't want to kill her.]

[sphunters]

[The kick connects, and she goes down, but she immediately starts to try to gain her balance and stand again. She looks towards him, but it seems he's moving too quickly for her to gain eye contact once more.]

[hybrid_prodigy]

[There's his speed, yes. But also the fact that he's realized that the last thing he remembers before waking up hurt is making eye-contact. Though not completely sure if that's what went wrong -- or even precisely what her power is in the first place -- he's making a conscious effort not to do the same thing again.

[The pain in his throat makes him want to pause and try to regain his breath. But he can't. Not just yet. When the hunter is halfway up, he rams the heel of his hand into the base of her neck, intending to knock her out cold.]

[sphunters]

[She tries to dodge, but she isn't fast enough; the hit connects, and she utters a sharp cry before crumpling down, unconscious.]

TL;DRs the final tag. :P

[hybrid_prodigy]

[He watches very carefully for a moment, searching for the tiniest telltale sign that she's going to get up. Finally satisfied that she's down for the count, he slumps against the wall, breathing hard. He winces with every breath, and finally puts a hand up to his neck to see how severe the injury is.

[He hisses at the pain that action brings, and his hand comes away bloody. Okay, no. That's not good. He's got to cover the wound and slow the bleeding if nothing else.

[Still keeping an eye out for movement on the hunter's part, he bends down and tears a strip off his pant leg. He presses the cloth over the cut and ties it in place. It's not perfect, but it'll have to do.

[Now. Her weapons. He's going to have to get them all away from her before she wakes up; the idea of killing her doesn't even enter his mind. He searches for more on her, and finds a few more knives and a taser. The other knife and her gun can be picked up on the way.

[He tears a strip off his other pant leg, and uses that to tie the weapons against his thigh. Maybe one of the others can use them.

[A quick glance at the wall finally allows him to notice that it's covered in vines. How convenient. He tears a few down, and ties both her wrists and her ankles together, and then binds them to each other.

[After taking another moment to breathe and clear his head, Gohan takes off down the tunnels again in search of others.]