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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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Which brings her now to following the stray to wherever it was she went. Staying with the group and helping set complicated traps to buffer them until nightfall wasn't enough, no- she had to go off and do it herself, so now Mary's off on her own, and-
-and it takes her a lot longer than expected to find anything. By the time Mary gets close, there's already sounds of struggle and a second voice.
Crap. What the hell has she done? Mary starts in at a quiet clip, a stealthy run through the brush.]
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His facial expression had a bit of amusement if anything in it.]
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Give us one good reason not to kill you right now.
[She's never threatened a human before. Not like this. Something snaps in her mind, but she doesn't. care. anymore.]
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[He seems to consider this for a moment. Contemplating why someone wouldn't kill him at this time. He certainly hadn't been a helpful influence, but how often was a shoe kind to a bug? Ultimately they needed to know their place in existence, and to be shown who was superior. He was actually prepared for this to a degree, he disliked that he had been pushed to this level by inferiors, but animals when cornered were always dangerous.]
I don't think you have it in you.
[She seemed angry enough, she would probably go for a thrust, and he would force her arm to go the wrong angle, and release him from this embarassing trap]