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| Decado | Apr 19 2017, 03:19 PM Post #1 |
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"Just as through one man, sin entered the world and death through sin, and so death spread to all man, for they had all sin..."Father Voke paused his sermon as once again the doors to his church opened, a beam of midday sunlight briefly illuminating the central isle. A heavy silence filled the small hall as the newcomer found a seat. Unusual, thought Amos, I don't remember ever seeing this many new faces during Sunday service before. He cleared his throat before continuing. His deep voice resonating, echoing into the vaulted ceiling above. The church sat on a small plot between much larger buildings. A small oasis of simple wooden beams dwarfed by giants of steel and glass, surrounded by a well tended lawn. Small windows set high on the walls let in enough natural light to see, but for those acclimatized to the glaring indoor lights of most buildings it might be consided gloomy. As he continued his service, he careful examined those in attendance. Of the ten pews the hall held, five on each side, only one was unoccupied. Some were only occupied by a single person, almost as if they didn't want company. Wait, is that person...? Father Voke suppressed his indignation as someone near the back was clearly on their phone. "So my children, I pray that you are kept safe in these troubling times. Amen." Father Voke leaned heavily on the rostrum as he dismissed his congregation, still feeling the ache from his previous nights exertions. He forced himself to stand upright as several regulars walked up to talk to him. After a few minutes the hall began to empty, with only four remaining in their seats. Amos ushered Miss Aggle to the door, Nodding patiently as she dished out the latest gossip on the Holdar family. With a polite goodbye Father Voke closed the doors and turned towards his unexpected visitors. "It's always nice to see new people taking an interest, but I presume that's not why you are here?" His voice was calm and relaxed as he walked towards the front of the church again, scratching his shaved head. "So, how can I help you?" |
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| פֿGon.Pro.Hunter | Apr 22 2017, 01:03 PM Post #2 |
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POSTING ORDER SirDecado, Conjurer, GonProHunter, ZacktheFlash, Margrae. Each member has 72 hours to post when it is their turn, otherwise the thread will continue in order. Let's have fun! Motto cringed in the entrance. The door was kinda heavy and creaky and he’d already interrupted the church stuff. He stood there for a few seconds debating whether or not to stay or leave before he could make up his mind. Might as well go in since he’d come to see the place, right? Making an effort to silence his steps, the raven stuffed his hands into his pants pockets and scanned the interior. Not too many people, and the atmosphere was pretty chill. No one seemed to care that he’d come in the middle of things and the priest guy was talking in a normal relaxing kind of way. The Hunter let his breath out and decided to seat himself like everyone one else. This way he could check the place out without being too weird or disrespectful. He figured the church would be old and dark and abandoned since it was supposedly the location of an escaped nen experiment. The Association considered the info as more of a hoax than a legitimate situation, and so they contacted Motto Brook; a Hunter with limited talent but desperate to prove himself. Of course they had taken precautions and assigned a few other reliable Hunters as well. If things turned out to be even remotely true, it was imperative that they contain it given the location. It was a densely populated area, and the Association didn’t want to see another disaster like the one that happened twenty years prior. There was also the unlikely chance that this so-called experiment had ties to the Association itself, given that something of that caliber would require only the most elite of nen-users to pull off. ![]() Motto didn’t pay much attention to the preaching as he sat there. Mostly he liked the statues. He wondered who the figures were and what they were like. The place had a decent scent..some kind of flowery.. burnt smell. Lots of candles. There was something else in the air, he couldn’t quite place. It was like a hum, only not. It was in between the thick sound of air and the little sounds of people’s feet. So faint, Motto wondered if he wasn’t making it up. It occurred to him to use Gyo. The Hunter redirected his aura to his eyes and began to concentrate when someone spoke to him. Blinking, Motto realized the holy man in charge was standing there. He watched as the priest turned and walked, and got to his feet in order to follow him. “I’m Motto. Motto Brook. Hello.” The Hunter joined the other’s side and extended his hand. OOC Edited by Gon.Pro.Hunter, Apr 22 2017, 08:44 PM.
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| פּFlash | Apr 24 2017, 01:57 PM Post #3 |
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Those whom the gods wish to destroy, they first make mad.
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An indignant air hung heavily over Aiza as he slouched further down into the corner of one of the far pews. Though he often invoked the names of the gods, in fiery bouts of ire or bursts of exclamation, he wasn't a particular subscriber to their doctrine. Instead, he tended to observe religious rituals and practices with an almost scientific curiosity. Though, no matter the degree of his fascination, the somewhat incredulous hunter had always found that there was something inherently sleep-inducing about church sermons. Regardless of the priest's earnest attempts to rouse his flock, and Aiza's own attempts to become swept up in the spiritual atmosphere, he had never come to enjoy the purported rapture of a religious experience. Aiza's visit to the church wasn't recreational however; there was an investigation afoot. The circulating claims of nen-based experiments, and their monstrous results, were strange to say the least. Inquisitive eyes drifted around the church hall, as he listened to the priest's voice reverberate against the weary walls. There was nothing immediately suspicious about the place, at least as far as he could see for now. It was a quaint old building, clearly weathered by the sands of time, though it still managed to exude some sense of the grandeur that one would expect from any place of worship. Although the association fully expected the rumours to be a false alarm, Aiza was still tagged as appropriate accompaniment for the investigative party. Despite his initial disappointment upon hearing the most likely outcome of the day, he decided that participating in an easier job couldn't exactly hurt. After all, there was still that chance that his skills might be necessary... Edited by Flash, May 3 2017, 01:21 PM.
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| margrae | Apr 25 2017, 07:46 PM Post #4 |
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an eternally busy little mango
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As can be seen by the number of people taking the hunter exam each year, there are thousands of people who dream of this profession. The dream of acquiring wealth, prestige, and what not. Geanna dreams of becoming one too but as of now, she works as a temp hunter hired by the association to do some odds and ends job for them. This time, the way she was briefed was not very clear. She was supposed to ascertain the truth behind a rumor that there is an escaped nen experiment in this church. Geanna could not fathom exactly how one would come to be in this place unless the good 'ol father had something to do with it. From her place in the front pew, she scrutinized him. For a priest he was well built and the scar on his eye gave Geanna the feeling that there was more to him than simple preacher. The sermon ended and the priest escorted his parishioners out the door. Geanna stayed in her seat but took the time to look back at the people who similarly stayed behind in their places. She was told she was not going to be alone in this. Some other hunters were also dispatched in-case things got messy. For that, she gave a sigh of relief. After all, she was not the close combat type. Her nen was more of a support type so the more people to stand between her and an aggressor, the better. Some of the other people were new to her but two were not. She recognized them from a case she took about two years ago. She could not remember all the details and only vaguely recalled their names but she recognized their faces. The younger was an info hunter, if she remembered right while the other was a great swords man. She wondered if they'd recognize her but she was too shy to come up to them just like that. Anyway, the time for extra business has passed. The priest, having delivered his guests, now called on their attention as he returned to his place by the altar. One of the new guys approached him and introduced himself as Motto Brooks. He looked like a nice fellow, one Geanna could be at ease with but knowing their job, she also knew that first impressions may not always be true. She was about to answer the priest's inquiry but stopped herself. Better to let her seniors handle the introduction. She remained seated in her place while scanning the small group that have congregated around the reverend. |
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| Decado | Apr 26 2017, 10:04 AM Post #5 |
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Father Voke gripped the young mans hand as he introduced himself. The handshake was firmer than he was expecting, and beyond his friendly smile he saw an intensity that didn't belong there. As if his gold/amber eyes had seen far more than someone of his age should have. "It's a pleasure to meet you Motto. Can I make you and your... friends some coffee?" He looked once more at the three unusual figures still seated. None seemed to be a threat, they had all entered peacefully and been respectful during the service. But Amos wasn't about to let his guard down, he had seen too many wolfs in sheeps clothing before. It was a strange group to say the least. They didn't appear to be a team, in fact each of them seemed to have very little in common. Amos's eyes were first drawn to the man with the shaved head. The tribal pattern seemed familiar somehow. The man slouched on his pew but still appeared alert, a dangerous person indeed. His attention then moved towards the two teens. The girl was very young, too young to be out by herself surely? Maybe not. Though she was clearly the most frail person in the room, her striking emerald eyes showed a quite confidence. The other was an enigma, who looked as if he had worked everything out already. Amos felt lost, as if he had walked in at the punch line of a joke and was expected to laugh with everyone else. He started to walk towards the small kitchen at the back of the church, but stopped in his tracks as a scream shattered the tenuous silence. It had come from outside, and it chilled the air itself. Without a second thought Amos sprinted towards the doors, vaguely aware of movement either side of him. Bursting through onto the busy street outside, the source of the scream was clear. A small crowd had gathered around the still body of Miss Aggle. "What happened!" Father Voke shouted as he rushed to the old lady's side. Crimson stained the front of her blouse, spreading from the brutal wound across her chest. The wound was jagged, made by a particularly cruel weapon, or some sort of animal perhaps? "May you rest in peace" His prayer was stilted with a choked rage as he gently closed her eyes. He looked up at those standing around expecting an explanation, but found that many were looking towards the church roof. Their faces were white with fear, and as he followed their stares he could see why. Massive claw marks had ripped the wooden siding of the church around the front window. Something terrible was inside. |
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| Conjurer | Apr 29 2017, 12:40 PM Post #6 |
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Mizaki sat quietly in an empty row on the back of the church. He had always found the atmosphere in churches eerily oppressing - breathing inside the monumental edifices always felt laborious. He had been immediately annoyed when the choir sang the entrance chant, failing miserably at the whole singing business. And then the congregation joined in. Mizaki had winced at the pain that spread throughout his body with every minor second and quarter tone, and dissonant clusters that clearly hadn't been written, biting his tongue to resist the urge to scream. Afterwards, he had been soothed by the priest's bass voice resonating throughout the walls. If religion had brought something positive to the world, it was certainly churches' amazing acoustics, which made them excellent concert halls. It was not the first time that he attended a church service, but the vast majority of times he'd set foot in one was to attend a concert. Mizaki had to let his indignation at religion roam free to prevent him from falling asleep, as the reverend spoke, and lied. He noticed that several people weren't here to hear the sermon - he recognized the dark-skinned man on the row at his left as Aiza Arizu, the beast, treasure, and blacklist hunter. An oddly familiar girl, that seemed little older than him, sat a few rows in the front. He had heard about the rumors one week ago, and he'd recieved an informal call from the Hunter's Association Missions Department asking him to investigate. He wandered if the man had called Aiza too. It seemed like an excessive effort for something he expected to be nothing. Yet, unearthing the truth was always worthwhile. Mizaki remained in his seat after the pastor dismissed his congregation. He was the first person he should interrogate, but he let the regular attendees talk to him first. He wasn't the only one who didn't rise from the uncomfortable long wooden benches - a young man, along with the familiar girl and the hunter remained, too, in their seats. After the halls emptied, he adressed the four of them, and the young man he didn't know introduced himself as Motto Brooks. Mizaki did not answer the reverend's question, and instead spelt the name in a virtual keyboard, and looked in up in the Hunter's Website. Ah, a newbie hunter. The Hunter's Association had sent three hunters here, which meant that someone was very worried, even though they weren't credible enough to warrant such an action... If some of the rumors he'd heard were true, however, that may be too few... Mizaki watched the priest shaking Motto's hands. He could feel Aiza and the girl looking at him as the minister's eyes rested on each of them in turn. A scream splintered the silence that ensued the father's offer, whose tone seemed not to demand an answer. Mizaki ran at once towards the source of the scream. He saw people shouting and circling the body of the old lady that had last left the church, talking with the preacher. Her blouse was soaked in blood, but that was not where people were pointing towards. He looked at the church's roof and glimpsed a monstruous shadow through the front window thathad left enormous, fantastic marks that had an uncanny resemblance to claws in the building's wooden cladding. After all, there must be some truth to the rumours. And I need to act now. Mizaki feared there was little he could do for the woman that laid in the stone floor, but he was determined to let... whatever it was escape. He wanted to question all those who had seen the murder, and thought of announcing himself as a hunter and asking them not to leave, but there was no point - the pastor knew his flock, and it wouldn't be hard to find them later. "Aiza, let's go! We can't let it run away!", he shouted at the tattoed man. "Motto, come with us, I may need backup!", he added as he sprinted to where the... it had appeared to be. He hoped the rookie hunter would be of help, rather than a liability. It was a gamble, and he hoped it'd pay off. |
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| פֿGon.Pro.Hunter | Apr 30 2017, 01:42 PM Post #7 |
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As the priest took his hand, Motto’s sharp ears picked up on an odd sound from below; that hum again..louder now. The priest offered coffee and the raven lit up. “Yes please! I love coffee uhh sir. Mister.” He looked at the others and grinned. “You guys are Hunters too? Nice. Looks like we’re working toge—“ A scream. Motto took a step forward and stopped when he heard a series of frantic scratches working their up what sounded like the roof over their heads. Looking up, amber eyes narrowed as the others dashed out to where the scream had come from. Motto’s gaze followed the clawing noise all the way across the chapel ceiling and down the wall behind the altar. A soft rumble from underneath his feet made him shudder and caused the hairs to stand up on the back on his neck. While the priest was asking what happened outside, Motto crouched low to the floor and sniffed. Just flowers and candles. And that hum. "Aiza, let's go! We can't let it run away! Motto, come with us, I may need backup!" At hearing his name, Motto stood and looked towards the doorway. He didn’t want to leave the church in case anything else happened in there, but maybe there was something worse going on outside. He gave another glance towards the elevated section of the church where something had scuttled before making haste to join the others. Hopefully he wasn’t screwing up already.. working as a team and stuff. ![]() His eyes widened momentarily when Motto noticed the fatally wounded woman. Scanning the area, he mostly saw frightened onlookers pointing upward, and scrambled out further from the church entrance to turn and see the marks. They seemed to correspond with how large and heavy it sounded. Whatever it was. They needed backup. He had to hurry. |
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| פּFlash | May 5 2017, 07:15 PM Post #8 |
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"Tsk." Aiza bounded for the rafters upon hearing the woman's scream; he scoffed with a palpable disdain for Mizaki's shrill call, choosing to feign ignorance of the boy-hunters abrupt demand. Rather than following Mizaki and the others in heading towards the church-entrance, Aiza opted for a separate route. Although his chosen approach was somewhat tinged with defiance, irreverence wasn't his initial rationale. It was the sound of the beast that called to him. The fast and frantic scratching of its gnarled claws against the outside of the church walls, and up towards the bell tower. A grim smile crossed Aiza's face as he leapt high into the air, before coming to rest atop the upper balcony of empty pews. Drawing one of blades in a brilliant flash of black sparks, he rushed through one of the doors and out into the first-floor corridor. Upon a swift inspection, Aiza could only glean that the plain, dust ridden thoroughfare was seemingly neglected; it appeared that there was no rush to maintain a floor that was rarely perused by the public. "Empty..." He muttered to himself as his eyes darted about the room, before suddenly fixating on distant flight of stairs. Throwing a slew of dust and cobwebs into the air as he ran for the steps, Aiza pressed on with gusto. Hoping all the while that he could come face-to-face with a monster. The church's bell tower. Unfortunately for Aiza, again there was nothing. Visibly disappointed by the lack of a clash, Aiza threw a dispirited groan into the wind as he cast his gaze over the roof. Though the tiles bore the marks of the beast's presence, it had evidently long slunk back into the shadows; for now, it was nowhere to be seen. Resting his blade against his leg and thrusting his free hand into his jacket pocket, Aiza loomed over the street below, where a panicked crowd appeared to have gathered around the beast's latest victim. Leaning over the stone rail and peering down at the rest of the group for a moment, Aiza headed back inside and made his way back towards the church hall. |
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| margrae | May 8 2017, 07:17 PM Post #9 |
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There was a scream. Mizaki and Motto rushed outside while Aiza leapt to the mezzanine. Geanna, like the other two boys, decided that whatever was happening outside had to be investigated. She sprinted through the church doors and found the woman, Ms. Aggle, lying in a pool of her own blood. Geanna rushed forward and with tears in her eyes, cradled the woman’s head in her arms. “What happened?” she asked her. The woman coughed up blood and the color started to drain out of her. “No, no, no…” Geanna did not want to believe what was happening. She had to do something before this innocent person’s life fell victim to the whims of some idiot’s nen experiment. She quickly but gently laid down her head and touched her left breast where a tattoo of a spear and whip were. With a shaky voice she prayed, “Bellona, Goddess of Victory, hear my prayer. Come forth and save this woman from eternal darkness.” Nothing. “Bellona, I summoned you, damn it!” she shouted but her cries fell on deaf ears. Her spirit servant did not respond. Geanna knew exactly why. Bellona could not heal one whose life force was sure to leak out completely but still Geanna had to try and save this poor woman. “Bellona, I said heal her!” she cried out once more and once more she was ignored. At this point, the woman’s eyes looked at her full of fear. She could do nothing but try to stop the bleeding from the large gash on her chest even her tiny hands were too insufficient to cover yet she had to do something. The woman once more coughed, gave one last gasp for breath, and went still. Geanna once again felt so helpless. Edited by margrae, May 9 2017, 08:04 AM.
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| Decado | May 9 2017, 03:12 PM Post #10 |
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Father Voke watched as the two men ran back into the church, his dark brown eyes narrowing. Did they know this was going to happen? It was a dark thought. His grief was still fresh, more anger than anything else. If any of you did this... The muscles around his jaw were set like steel, his teeth grinding as he went to follow. “Bellona, Goddess of Victory, hear my prayer. Come forth and save this woman from eternal darkness.” Amos paused as he heard the prayer, the words so full of desperation. He looked down at the young girl cradling the mortally injured woman. A fresh wave of grief dampened the coals of his anger as he watched the young lady work so fervently to save her. "Bellona, I said heal her!" Her long black hair was sticking to her tear streaked face as she shouted, her small hands trying to stop the bleeding from the terrible wound. "My child, that's enough." His voice was deep and calm as he placed a hand on the young lady's shoulder. "You can't do any more." Amos saw a look of despair in her deep emerald eyes, and it ripped at his soul. "Thank you for trying, and for your prayer. It was beautiful". He had to turn his head as a tear ran down his cheek. With a cough he stood, the mid-day sun causing his tear tracks to shine briefly before he wiped them away. "It's not safe here! Leave now!" His voice boomed in the busy street, causing many of the civilians standing around to jump. He walked back into the church, his shoulders set and his face grim. Inside, fresh dust motes swirled in the beams of sunlight from the windows. Both Motto and the spectacled teen stood in the centre of the hall, the swordsman was nowhere to be seen. Amos looked again at the dust motes. They were moving in as unusual pattern, as if moved by unseen and unfelt gusts of wind. The many candles around the rostrum were also flickering in a strange way. Something wasn't right here. Amos felt, rather than heard a deep rumble. It was like a deep vibration in the floorboards themselves, causing a pins and needles sensation in his feet. "What the hell is going on here!?" He demanded as some of the pews began to move on there own. |
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