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| פֿGon.Pro.Hunter | Feb 21 2017, 08:48 PM Post #1 |
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Motto's stats for this thread His heart was pounding. Motto shifted his feet for the fifteenth time and swallowed down his rising emotions. He didn’t let himself think about the man who’d almost been like a real father to him. It hurt too much. He died because of Motto’s stupid pride. No matter what they said, he knew it. It really was his fault the Hunter met his end at the hands of the monster. Some kind of mayjuu.. horrifying and strong; bloodthirsty and without humanity. In fact, the damned creature even liked to pretend to feel..to have a soul. Motto’s fingers curled into fists, and his jaw tightened. The grave was unmarked, a deliberate move done by the Association in order to deter anyone from tampering with the Hunter’s remains. This practice was unknown to most, the careful hiding of registered Hunter corpses. Decades ago, it was common to tamper with the corpses of known nen-users in hopes to harness residual aura and to experiment with its properties. Terrible things happened, certain dark advancements made. It had been one of the Association’s first major tasks to clean up the evil mess and false graves came into being. Motto wasn’t aware of the dark policy and simply stood before the scattered graves grieving the man he’d treasured as a child. Tears would not come. He was still too pissed about the Hunter’s death to cry. Sure he had a moment of weakness in front of the hellish murderer, but that was over now. He was a man dammit. He wasn’t as strong as he used to be, but Motto intended to surpass his former power in time. He’d do it right. He’d avenge his important friend. The mist was just beginning to lift, and dewy grass had soaked the bottom of the man’s pants, and the general chill of the air was ebbing. Edited by Gon.Pro.Hunter, Mar 19 2018, 05:54 PM.
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| Wintermuse | Feb 25 2017, 06:21 PM Post #2 |
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Jacob had to keep reminding himself not to whistle as he walked among the tombstones. He wasn't technically supposed to be here, after all. But a high fence wasn't really all that much of an obstacle for him. Besides, even if there weren't rich people buried here, he had a feeling he'd find something interesting in one of the old tombs! The graveyard was old enough to remember (in that impermeable way of statues and stones) the times when kings or other important personages had been interred here. That said (to his mind) that there were new things to learn! And perhaps an interesting trinket or two to find as well. He stepped between the tombstones, shoes thumping softly on the turf as he meandered his way down the corpse avenues. His path always held a sort of directional tendency, going from newest graves to oldest; graveyards were like timelines, and you could follow them to the start if you knew the wandering paths right. Occasionally, he let his left hand brush over a headstone, drawing forth a faint metallic scrape as he couldn't quite withhold a cheerful little humming tune. Trips like this - visits to old places where he might find ancient secrets - always put him in a good mood. The headstones themselves he paid little attention to other than their wear. He was no grave-robber, content to scoop up some old grave for a few baubles. He was after the old tombs, the ones that actually warranted such a grand title. The ones with writings on the walls and secrets! He'd be perfectly happy leaving with empty pockets - physical prizes were always a secondary thing - but old, lost knowledge got his tail wiggling. |
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| פֿGon.Pro.Hunter | Feb 28 2017, 06:08 PM Post #3 |
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A soft scraping noise followed by light footsteps lifted the melancholy spell from Motto. Becoming fully alert, he sniffed the air without thinking, it was just another way he practiced his awareness. Sure enough, his sharp senses told him another was near; a non-human.. possibly male. Hard to tell. Remembering where he was, the Hunter tensed up with considerable concern; this place had never been fully eradicated of the man-eating Chimera Ants. It would be appropriate for him to die here, near the grave of his very first mentor who had died at their hands. Another scrape. More footsteps. Motto raised his Ko and repositioned himself to face the source of the sounds and smells; his eyes glued to the dissipating fog for any sign of attack. A figure emerged and Motto blinked several times as his stance wavered. It looked like a short female rabbit-like mayjuu.. a Chimera most likely. He wasn’t going to be fooled by the soft colors and small size. Cute little bunny girls didn’t walk around graveyards with huge weapon things for fun. She was looking to rumble probably. Motto’s jaw twitched and fists curled tighter. ![]() “What do you want?” Since when did his voice become so hoarse? It must be something to do with the moist air. He glared at her and kept his awareness up in case she was a distraction or lure. So much terrible nightmarish crap had happened in this place…for all he knew, the petite rabbit had killed and eaten some of his friends from the Hunter’s Exam. Edited by Gon.Pro.Hunter, Feb 28 2017, 06:26 PM.
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| Wintermuse | Feb 28 2017, 08:57 PM Post #4 |
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Jacob froze when he heard the voice. Wait, someone was here?? Well, that made things a lot more complicated. He perked his ears, swiveling them around as he peered through the fog as he tried to catch sight of the unexpected visitor. After several seconds of silence, he lightly tapped his metal-shod fingers on the tombstone he was standing beside. He could get in trouble if he were caught. That was nothing new - he was rarely afforded something like permission to go poking around in places like this - but, judging by the rough voice, whoever was out there didn't sound like a night watchman... "Uh...hello?" he called after several more seconds of getting nowhere in his search. He took a hesitant step, ears twitching warily. What sort of person would lurk around in a graveyard like this? Wasn't this place kind of dangerous, too? He was pretty sure he'd heard something about some sort of dangerous animals. Which was part of why he'd decided to come here; dangerous animals meant most people tended to hide away and not guard places like this. |
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| פֿGon.Pro.Hunter | Mar 2 2017, 11:20 AM Post #5 |
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Motto blinked and lowered his defenses. The mayjuu was able to speak.. and she lacked any semblance of hostility. If this rabbit-like creature was purposely trying to fool the Hunter, her chances of succeeding were high. Motto was easy to fool more often than not. “It’s just me.” He stepped through the haze until the other was five feet away. Motto’s expression had softened, but was far from kind. “I didn’t expect to see anyone in this place.” A whole bunch of questions filled Motto’s mind; just what was she doing here? Was she a Chimera Ant? What was with the gauntlet? Normally Motto would give the other the benefit of the doubt and big friendly grin, but his nerves were raw from the memories. This place wreaked of evil. It seemed like only yesterday that Motto had found the gruesome remains of his friends here, the visions all resurfacing without his permission from where he’d buried them deep. He couldn’t help but wonder if this rabbit was one of the bastards who’d done those horrible things. A damn sadistic murderer. Or maybe she was like that horse dude in the caverns.. treating humans like dogs? Swallowing down a rush of fury, Motto forced his fists to relax as he looked at the other. Of all times and places to meet a mayjuu, this was the worst. ![]() “What are you doing here?” Motto’s hostility was bleeding through, his expression was calm but there was darkness in his eyes. Edited by Gon.Pro.Hunter, Mar 4 2017, 01:40 PM.
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| Wintermuse | Mar 3 2017, 09:46 PM Post #6 |
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Jacob actually had to turn around as Motto approached, having been having some trouble following the man's voice in the fog. His ears straightened as he spotted the man. "Oh! There you are!" He gave Motto a broad smile. "I was starting to wonder if I was talking to ghosts." The rabbit certainly didn't seem like a sadistic murderer. Or a monster out for blood. Then again, "she" didn't seem particularly inclined to answer Motto's question, either. "Well, what're you doing here?" he countered, tilting his head to the side thoughtfully. "I mean, this isn't exactly a resort at the beach." Internally, Jacob was less than pleased to see Motto. People always asked awkward questions when they found him in someplace he wasn't supposed to go. And when they didn't like the answers he gave they tended to get quite angry. And chase him. And sometimes throw things. And this guy was definitely not just some random person; if he were here, that meant he might be pretty strong. Jacob didn't know about the "hidden Hunter" directive any more than Motto did, but even without that finding him here was going to complicate his exploration... Edited by Wintermuse, Mar 4 2017, 02:00 PM.
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| פֿGon.Pro.Hunter | Mar 7 2017, 02:56 PM Post #7 |
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![]() “Woah. Listen Miss. I’m a Hunter and I’m paying my respects.” Frowning, Motto eyed her warily as his hands slid up to rest on his hips. Who the hell was this girl anyway? Was she making jokes right now? It sure sounded like a joke. He wasn’t in the mood for jokes. Why didn’t she just answer the damn question anyway? Was she hiding something? If this rabbit girl was super clever, he wouldn’t stand a chance of figuring things out. Man it was annoying to have to think at a time like this! He was sad and stuff dammit! She wasn’t dressed in a particularly telling way.. and her scent didn’t provide Motto with very many clues either. Her weapon thing gauntlet whatever made him uneasy. As the Hunter stood there staring the bunny down, his jaw began to twitch. Why was she just standing there????? Could it be a TRAP of some kind? Was he thinking too much???? “Somethin’ tells me that's not why you’re here.” Motto said darkly, his aura beginning to swirl in frustration. Deep down, he was feeling vulnerable and apprehensive; he’d been crying and had his guard down..now this rabbit girl was standing there possibly armed and telling jokes. Edited by Gon.Pro.Hunter, Mar 8 2017, 08:16 PM.
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| Wintermuse | Mar 8 2017, 11:39 PM Post #8 |
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Jacob gave a casual shrug, looking away from Motto, trying to look casual as he eyed the mist-shrouded rows. He didn't want to look as if he were looking for a way to get away from the man. This guy was getting way too intense for his liking. Paying respects. That meant he was grieving. Which, in turn, meant that he could react in any of a number of ways. Very few of them good, from Jacob's perspective. "Well, no, you're right there." he admitted, one ear flicking warily. "I don't know anyone in here. I just like wandering graveyards." Which...wan't that far from the truth, come to think. He did like wandering graveyards. And exploring what he found. See? Totally the truth! "But, I can see I'm intruding, soooo I'm gonna leave you be. Bye!" He turned and started trotting off along the grave rows, grasping the straps of his backpack in both hands. Motto would notice a cute and fluffy tail flicking as he trotted away. "Miss?" Jacob thought to himself as he jogged along. Did that guy think I was a girl? He sighed and picked up the pace once he was reasonably sure he was deep in the mist. Not another one. To be fair, it didn't bother him, usually, but...that particular mistake kept popping up in the weirdest of places. he just hoped the man wasn't about to start following him... |
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| פֿGon.Pro.Hunter | Mar 12 2017, 02:19 PM Post #9 |
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She was walking away? Just like that? Motto’s eyes watched the fluffy tail as it bobbed up and down for longer than he meant to. “Wait!” He jogged after the girl and stood in her path. “This isn’t an ordinary graveyard. If what you say is true, there’s no way you’d be here. There’s nothing but uncharted wilderness for miles around, and this place is inhabited by dangerous creatures..some of ‘em real evil. But you probably knew that.” He narrowed eyes and frowned at the rabbit. Her appearance didn’t necessarily mean that she was weak..but the same could be said for that weapon she carried..it didn’t exactly prove that she was up to no good either. ![]() “I’m not gonna hurt you.” He said in a decidedly less hostile tone. “But if you’re really just some cute little bunny visiting graveyards, than I have to protect you. Get you outta here before something terrible happens. This place is really bad. I don’t care what the news reports and articles say.” Stepping closer, Motto blinked down at the little lady. This could still be a trap. He had to be cautious..ready to defend himself at all times. But if she was innocent, he was determined to see her safely back at the border. “Don’t lie to me. I’m a Hunter. A good guy. I might even be able to help you or something. But if you think that you’re going to eat me, …. then I’ll probably have to fight you.” |
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| Wintermuse | Mar 13 2017, 03:08 PM Post #10 |
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Jacob slid to a halt. Okay, this guy was a little more persistent than he'd expected for some random man in a dangerous grave yard. He tried not to look irritated as the man confronted him again, but he couldn't quite keep himself from cocking one ear impatiently and putting his hands on his hips. "I'm perfectly capable of taking care of myself, thank you," he told the man. "And from what I've heard, 'Hunter' and 'Good Guy' don't automatically mean the same thing." Of course, the guy still thought he was a girl. To be fair, Jacob was fully aware he was...kind of girly. And his hands on his hips probably wasn't helping matters. And being called 'cute' was certainly nice. But... As he opened his mouth to correct Motto's assumptions, the Hunter demanded to know if he was going to eat him. That was a perfect distraction, an idea so patently absurd that the bunny burst out laughing, his original commentary completely forgotten. "Haahahahaahaha, WHAT?" Jacob covered his mouth to try and control his giggles. It was just so utterly absurd! "Me? Eat you? Really?? You honestly think I would be able to, to, heehee! To eat you? To even try?" The effeminate rabbit shook his head, struggling to get his giggles under control. "I mean, I mean, sure, I love a good steak, but I don't think there's enough steak sauce in the entire region to cover you." He cleared his throat, wiping tears of laughter from his pink eyes. "N-no, seriously, I didn't know anyone was even here. Um. Anyone alive, I mean. I don't eat people." Edited by Wintermuse, Mar 13 2017, 03:09 PM.
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