[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!]

Comments

[sphunters]

No no, you see it is you who is not understanding. You assume we are equal, that is not the way the world works, boy. There are those who exist to serve, and those who exist to be served.

[He uncurls his whip from behind him and cracks it, it shines a bit, with a slight buzz, and then he makes a whip lash towards the knife wielding hand, no sense in endangering himself further]

[showbizpanache]

[Kurt lets out a shriek as pain sears through his wrist, and the knife falls into the brush below. His eyes search frantically for it, but he can't get down and really search for it-- There's no time.

Instead, he does what he hates doing-- He runs. Branches slap against his arms and face as he tries to but as much distance as he can between himself and his hunter.]

[sphunters]

[Franco laughs and picks up the knife and goes after him. Cut with his own knife? There was something poetic about it. He doesn't wait around though, this was too good to pass up. He follows the path quickly, he didn't need to be very close to use his ability, but he did need to see the boy]

[showbizpanache]

[Blinded by terror, Kurt keeps running--then trips, his ankle twisting. He shrieks as he goes down hard, landing with a thump on the ground. The pain blinds him for a moment but he struggles to his feet again, staggering as he tries to get away.

Oh god it hurts--]

[sphunters]

[Just like a dumb animal, the boy had managed to get himself hurt, now this was far too easy. Besides, the pain in the leg would take away from other pain, that just wouldn't do. He lifts his hand, and Kurts body stops, unnaturally. He can still speak, but he has the unpleasant feeling that the control over his body is no longer his own.]

Now now, what did we do to ourselves here, boy? Answer me quick, and with respect, and I'll help you. Disrespect and... you can figure it out.

[showbizpanache]

[He's frozen, and it's not because of pain. He's frozen. Horrified, he tries to struggle free, but--

Oh god. He can't move. The man is so close now--

He's going to die.]

Look at my left hand. [His voice is strangled, even higher-pitched than usual, and he barely has control over it.] The ring. I'm--I'm engaged. [Well, not really, more like engaged to be engaged--but he can't really explain the nuances of his relationship right now. He realizes that he's pleading, that this is pathetic, but he can't die. Not again, not now that things are finally starting to be good.]

[sphunters]

[He sighs, as if someone got the wrong answer to a question and it was completely obvious. He loved that feeling of helplessness. At the very least, there was a plea in the voice.]

Better, but not what I asked.

[He extends his whip and wraps it around his wrist, and then electrocutes the whip, nothing deadly, but painful, he could sense the movement of the blood in his body as it moved around, and his body contorted, he let him stay there a moment, to appreciate what had just happened]

Let me ask again, what happened to your leg? Lets have a little more respect when speaking, yes?

[showbizpanache]

[He shrieks at the pain, and he can't even register what's being said. Question-- What question? He can't even think about his leg right now-- He sucks in a breath and forces himself to answer as clearly as he can:]

Twisted it-- I think I twisted my ankle, I'm n-not sure--

[sphunters]

[He grimaces a bit, it would be childs play to kill him in this condition. Besides, he was already proving more and more willing to take orders. He liked that, the fear, the power over the individual. He puts his whip down for a moment, and then with a few short movements, untwists the ankle, which is probably more painful process, but he should be able to move again. However, he shouldn't come out of the encounter completely unscatched, especially with his skin looking so delicate, while his own flesh had burnt from that bitch.]

You see, I reward and punish.

[He forces him down into a kneeling position, and shows him the knife he had dropped, he moves it around a little]

Not a bad blade, not generally what I prefer though.

[Franco stabs the knife into the ground close to Kurts knee, and then reaches out for another knife, his flaying knife, and shows it to him]

This is more to my liking, I call it the beauty maker.

[showbizpanache]

[Kurt screamed when his ankle was maneuvered-- He's not crying though, not yet. Instead, he bites his lip, unwilling to break eye contact with the man, staying defiant.

He wouldn't stop fighting. Not until the very end.]

You wouldn't know beauty if it smacked you in the face, you old bastard.

[sphunters]

[He very calmly grabs his flaying knife and proceeds to take a small square bit of skin off his arm, slowly and agonizingly]

Now, what did I just say about respect?

[He shakes his head, but he enjoyed a bit of fight in the eyes, all the better when it left]

See, I know plenty about beauty, and how to destroy it. You love your fiance do you? How about we put that love to the test, hmmmm? How do you think your beloved will feel when they see you looking all like this?

[He forces him to look at the now gone skin]

[showbizpanache]

[God, he'd tried, he'd tried so hard, but there's no stopping the tears as pain rips through his body and he watches in horror as blood erupts from the wound and spills over his skin.]

H-he'll love me anyway. [He grits out, forces out, even though he knows there's no point.] He won't care--

[There's a way out of this, he knows. He could use his powers, tear into this man and run away-- But he remembers the shock, and what if it isn't enough? God, he can't even think, let alone sing, it hurts so fucking bad--]

[sphunters]

[He watches the boy with interest, he was clearly from a much softer world, without so much death and pain. Most Newcomers weren't used to these things, the weak needed to be ruled by the strong.]

Oh? You really think so do you?

[He waits for a bit, lets the pain lessen a bit, before going on the other arm, getting about halfway up the forearm off the other arm. It was important to not do too much too quickly. People forgot pain if you didn't allow them a bit of time to recover]

Hmmmmm, you must really take care of your skin, its quite lovely really.

[He puts it into a small pouch he had just for souvenirs]

Tell me of your fiance, and if you don't lie, I won't cut into you, if you do, then you will be losing more.

[showbizpanache]

P-please, stop...

[He's shaking madly, and he fears he might throw up. God, he prays he doesn't. He doesn't need shame on top of everything else. Gritting his teeth, he shakes his head.

Hell no. He won't talk about Blaine, won't taint what he has with him. He won't impart a single grain of knowledge about Blaine to this man.]

I won't. I won't tell you anything.

[sphunters]

[He sighs, really the torture could stop at any point as soon as he just obeyed. But no, there was always difficulty. Perhaps a bit of leg would help him out on that front. He'd stick with the arms for now though, no need to get too hasty. It was better to have them able to run ultimately, if he had wanted him dead immediately, he would have gone for that.]

Tch tch. That is going to be an issue, boy. When someone holds your life in their hands, you should take any route they give you.

[He grabs Kurts chin with his hand and gives him a little shake]

See, an attitude like that will get you killed.

[He'll wait a little longer before cutting into the arms again, and then... perhaps the face. He seemed like a boy who took good care of his face, that might be the breaking point]

[showbizpanache]

[The man's thumb is close enough to Kurt's mouth that he doesn't need to move much to bite at it.

So he does.]

Go to hell!

[sphunters]

Fuck!

[He hated people biting, it was so disgusting. He had the saliva of his prey on him now. He'd probably have to get a disinfectant or something, who knew what sorts of diseases could have built up? He was prepared for it though. He had been a slaver for AGI for many years, so biting wasn't something he was inexperienced with. After wiping off his thumb a moment, he forces Kurts less flayed arm and serves to remedy that, and then takes the flesh and floats it in front of Kurts face]

See that boy?! That is how your face is going to look!

[He laughs as he whips off the blood on Kurts clothes and then proceeds to head towards his face, that should learn him how to act when faced with a superior man]

[showbizpanache]

[The air is filled again with the sounds of his screams, and he starts to feel dizzy and light-headed from loss of blood. His brain races to keep up, though, and he hears face--

No, no, god no-- A melody pops into his head and he starts singing. He doesn't form any words, just sings the first tune he can think of, his voice beautiful and controlled even while he struggles not to scream in pain. If the man lingers long enough to listen, he'll start losing skin too.

It's only fair.]

[sphunters]

[Everything is going as it should, the delightful screams, he'd be breaking soon for certain. Then the boy starts singing a strange melody, which is weird. He didn't think he'd mentally broken him yet. And where was this blood and pain coming from?

He looks down and notices that its coming from him, his skin is peeling off, just like he had done. Franco doesn't bother thinking about why this is happening- he just curses loudly and flees as fast as he can. Wondering why these newcomers always got him at the worst possible time.]