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Post by Light on May 22, 2012 22:00:34 GMT
As the currently unimaginative title suggests, this is an RP based in the T.V Series Supernatural's universe. The game is set in the UK, and whilst it uses the Supernatural Universe, we're not including the majority of the main cast; ie Dean, Sam, Bobby, except for maybe a couple of passing references. Otherwise, we're assuming for a timescale that this would run about parallel to Season 6, for a rough guideline (So modern day, early 2012). Edited: It's since been realised that this actually ties in with Season 7 rather than 6 Essentially we'll be playing Hunters, though if you're interested in playing a villain of some description, feel free to message me about it __________ Creeping down the cold and dim passage, Mike gripped the shotgun tightly in his hands as he advanced through the dank air, trying to ensure he made as little noise as possible as he moved over the mossy stone floor, heading deeper into the crypt. Ghouls. He hated Ghouls. Something about creatures that fed on the dead was just another level of wrong, and now these things had moved on from raiding graveyards for sustenance, and started attacking the living; just another reason to put them down quickly. Narrowing his eyes in the dim light, he stopped suddenly, pointing the shotgun ahead of him as he heard something move in the passage ahead of him. He was hoping to get the drop on the damn things; he'd seen them head in here, probably their base, but as ever with these things, they could also be feasting again on the dead. Unpredictable Ghouls were a decidedly bad thing. Staying where he was, in the shadows to the side of the corridor, he waited, to find out what the source of the sound had been, gun aimed forwards down the passage.
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Post by PenguinNinja on May 23, 2012 10:06:49 GMT
Hannah stopped. Something was moving behind her. In the dark air, it was hard to see what. Part of her hoped it was just a rat, that none of the Ghouls were chasing her.
Out of paranoia, she turned her shotgun around and edged backwards as quietly as she could. The mossy stone floor helped to nullify any sound her feet made. Who or whatever they were would come to her.
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Post by Andaru on May 23, 2012 19:44:55 GMT
He slowly crept up to the window. He pushed his blade into the gap and wedged it open. He pulled himself up through it and as he went to move into the house fell into the room. He landed in a loud crash.
"Shit..." He whispered. All he could think now was the things his dad had tried to teach him.
"C'mon Jimmy you gotta be more quiet when hunting." He had told him just before being eaten by a Wendigo.
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Post by Light on May 23, 2012 20:26:41 GMT
There was definitely something ahead of him; he could just about make out a brief flash of movement; whatever it was had the same advantage of the mossy floor as he had: so long as they made slow movements, they made virtually no sound in this place, and coupled with the dim lighting, one could only just about make out vague shapes and the like.
'I am so going to regret this...' he thought, very carefully, and very slowly moving down the passage, shotgun still aimed ahead of him, sticking to the shadows, trying to investigate whatever was, or at least, had been, moving around in front of him. Keeping alert, he continued cautiously, and quietly on.
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Post by PenguinNinja on May 24, 2012 1:37:21 GMT
Hannah stared into the darkness, trying to make out the faint moving shape. After a few more moments of strained silence, she knelt down and as gently as possible, placed her shotgun on the floor. From her waist she produced a machete, a suitable weapon for taking care of Ghouls. If it was a ghoul that was following her, then she'd have a quick fight to decapitate it. If not, well, that was another matter.
The Apocalypse had screwed a lot of hunters over. There was no telling half the time if you were chasing a Vampire or just a Wendigo gone astray. The thought sent shivers down her spine and she pushed those thoughts aside. Being mindful to keep low, she reached a hand to the ground and patted it gently, looking for a stone of some kind.
She found one and promptly picked it up and threw it towards the wall in front of her. Her target was behind whatever it was that lurked in the shadows and she waited until she heard the faint clatter of stone reaching floor again. A smile found her face and, silently and keeping low, she stepped forward, blade held out, watching the shadows for movement.
One thing she learnt in her years of hunting was that the shadows were your best friends at all times.
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Post by Light on May 24, 2012 20:27:44 GMT
Mike was still creeping carefully forwards through the shadows, listening out for any sounds ahead of him that might give away whatever was hiding in the shadows, or provide some clue as to if there was more than one something around here. He was starting to wonder since when did Ghouls suddenly start actively hiding away to fight someone; every other time that he'd ever encountered them they only ever stayed to fight if they had no choice; they usually took the first opportunity to flee the area once they realised someone was after them. It was a disturbing thought, but given the Apocalypse, the rule book had pretty much been ripped up, so you found yourself writing the new one as you went.
His thoughts were interrupted as something sailed past his head through the darkness; he involuntarily let out a sharp breath and immediately mentally cursed himself for doing so. He shifted slightly to the side, further into the shadows, and stopped dead, weapon aimed forwards into the darkness, in the direction of the object that had just come towards him.
As the thing clattered to a halt on the stone floor behind him, he remained stock still, shotgun still pointed into the darkness from which the object had come, waiting for whatever had just thrown it to appear. Seriously, now when the hell did Ghouls start doing things like that?
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Post by PenguinNinja on May 24, 2012 22:31:26 GMT
Hannah moved along the wall until she felt the presence of another being in front of her. In one quick fluid motion, she sprung up, her free hand reaching to push an outstretched arm flat against the wall. The hand that held the machete came up to rest along the throat of whatever was in front of her.
"Who and what are you?" she hissed at him, applying a little pressure on the blade to emphasise the point that she wasn't a regular civilian.
The noise pulled him away from the small child. With a frown, the Abiku took one more look at the young boy in front of him and decided the child was unconcious enough to not wake up anytime soon.
He moved from the room in a fog of smoke and drifted down the corridor. He listened for anymore noises. A word, "shit," caught his attention and he moved down the stairs at a slow pace, keeping his form high to the ceiling.
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Post by Light on May 24, 2012 23:14:37 GMT
There was a flash of movement and he found himself up against the wall, though fortunately, he didn't squeeze the trigger of the gun as his arm was pushed against the wall. That had been a stupid little mistake on his part, not covering attacks from below; he'd have to rectify that in future. New rules for everything it seemed; Ghouls were getting cleverer, or were they? The whole sneaking around had been one thing, but to think that one would stop mid-attack was surely a pointer to it being something else down here with him.
Then it, or rather, she, spoke; it was definitely a woman's voice, and now she was so close, he could just about make out her face: "Well I'm not a Ghoul, for a start..." he replied: "And I'm guessing neither are you..." he was fairly sure that, given that she was questioning him, and had used conventional means to attack him, that she was also hunting the Ghouls: "My name is Mike Enfield, and I assume we're both here for the same reason, since most people I meet don't carry large machetes and creep around in dark Crypts..."
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Post by PenguinNinja on May 24, 2012 23:25:03 GMT
In the dim light she finally caught a glimpse of a human face. After a moment of studying him, watching him carefully, she pulled the machete away and stepped back down the way she had come. She moved and bent to pick up her shotgun again. "You just don't know the right people then." She offered Mike a smirk and turned back towards the direction she had originally gone.
"Yep, ghouls. Sons's of bitches gone wild since the Apocolypse started." She tucked the shotgun into a holder on her back and gripped the machete with both hands. After a moment she began to make her way back down the corridor. "Feel free to go home, I've got this," she muttered over her shoulder to him before continuing down the corridor.
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Post by Andaru on May 25, 2012 12:18:08 GMT
Jimmy slowly pulled himself up. He had hoped he hadn't been too loud. The last thing he needed was to attract things to him. Hunters were meant to hunt things, not be hunted. So he drew his blade and his gun slowly making his way through the room he was in. Looked like a study of some kind. He hoped to god he had the right house. Just randomly breaking into a house with no monster in wouldn't look very good for him. He opened the door and appeared in a corridor, from here he could see the stairs and the kitchen.
'May as well start downstairs.' He thought to himself.
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Post by Light on May 25, 2012 12:40:28 GMT
'Everything's gone bloody wild since the Apocalypse...' he thought, taking a few strides to catch up with her and then keeping pace: "What, I don't even get a name?" he asked, keeping his eyes ahead in case the Ghouls had heard any of their earlier exchange; he also made sure to speak quietly enough that only she was liable to here him.
"And no thank you; I've been doing this job for years now, and so far, a woman with a machete hasn't put me off, why start now?" he continued: "Plus, I'm here now, the hell I'll be leaving until the Ghouls are dead..." he still held the shotgun ready, just in case their quarry were indeed lurking in the darkness: "Just because either of us could do this on our own, doesn't mean we should; since we're both here, why don't we make this whole thing go a lot smoother and work with each other? There are at least four of the bloody things, and if we're both here, less chance one of them can make a break for it..." he suggested.
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Post by PenguinNinja on May 25, 2012 13:19:08 GMT
Hannah spared a fleeting glance over her shoulder before shaking her head. "Last time I worked with someone they only served to get in the way. Name's Tracy Harford. Only four?" Over her shoulder again she offered Mike a smirk. If the guy was wise Mike wouldn't be his real name.
She continued down the mossy corridor until she came to a set of stairs that lead down further into the crypt. "Look, all the offense in the world, I don't like working with people.
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The Abiku listened carefully to the sounds of the house as he stopped in the corridor. Noises sounded in the kitchen and he moved forward with trepidition. Hunter's were all over the show nowadays and he'd be damned if they were going to get the drop on him.
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Post by Light on May 25, 2012 13:46:35 GMT
What a charming girl. He frowned slightly as they reached the stairs; there was visibly more light down there; flickering at the bottom of the stairs and spilling out a little onto the lower few steps. Probably candles in a place like this, which meant that something was definitely down there: "You know, I might be starting to get some small idea why..." he rolled his eyes; what a helpful attitude she had on her, but hell, at least she was honest.
"So let's put it this way, I'm going down those stairs to kill the Ghouls, you're going down those stairs to kill the Ghouls; we just happen to be in the same place, at the same time, doing the same thing; pure coincidence. Feel better about it now?" he started to proceed carefully down the stairs, gun aimed forwards, moving slowly.
Then the sounds started; the grinding of stone against stone from the far end of the corridor at the bottom of the stairs, along with a series of thuds, bangs, and loud scratchings. They were down at the end of the next level alright: "If you're coming then..." he briefly looked back to her, before continuing down the stairs, moving faster now, but still keeping alert.
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Post by Andaru on May 25, 2012 14:26:07 GMT
Jimmy walked through the kitchen keeping an eye out for what he was hunting. He was looking around when as he turned he knocked over a pan that was left on the side. It landed with a loud clang. He closed his eyes tightly. He was breaking every hunting rule ever established. He then made his way back towards the door of the kitchen.
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Post by PenguinNinja on May 25, 2012 14:38:25 GMT
Hannah glared into Mike's back. One rule she'd learnt as a hunter, never encroach on another hunter's turf unless they want you to. Mike was out right breaking that rule. Well fuck him. If he was going to physically get in her way, she did not want to hang around much longer. "I'm out. I don't hunt with others. Have fun."
With a sigh she turned and propped the machete onto her shoulder. She was not going to wait around for him to make a mistake and get her killed.
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The noise from the kitchen drew him forwards. In a fog of smoke, he moved under the door and into the kitchen. It was a hunter. An incompetant one at that. He'd never heard of a hunter making so much noise. Letting arms form, he grabbed the hunter by his shoulders and pulled him backwards out of kitchen, through himself and into the corridor.
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