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The Hunt, A Modern Fantasy Smorgasbord RP

Micheal Crane Running on empty but not out yet!

Micheal blew out another burst of smoke. Grinning as smoke trailed up out past his grinning lips and teeth. Looking almost feral. He didn't look to Red as his partners in crime. Because let's face it he pretends to resent them but the Three Trickster Gods and the Shaman are like a quartet of brothers. Micheal just happens to be the older, wiser jaded brother. Too three young, quick, smart and prankster brothers.

It all works out.

And the gods play their parts fantastically. The times they have helped their respective homelands combat the very images they wear is testament to how well they play them. Skinwalker "Raven" darts and snarls. Deadly black ichor dripping claws flashing then he darts back and away. Whitiko "Whiskeyjack" jangles his many totemic fetishes on his spear, and swings wildly, dark magic welling in the wake of the spear. And Windigo "Manabozho" stalking on all fours, long spindly arms reaching. Stories of those arms grabbing people and tugging them to devour their hearts darting through the operatives minds. So many dark and horrible horror stories welling up for a time.

Until Red's first strike. And then their training took over and they began to fire on Red and the disguised Gods. And they still played their part. As the ghastly dark trickster demons and entities they played darted in and out. They may be thought of as the "Good" gods. But they are not strangers to taking lives. Each of the gods actually claims one of the kill teams numbers each. Helping in their way. Until they have to break contact. Gods can feel pain. Even though they like to say they can't.

And then. As they watch Red fall. Micheal grits his teeth and is about to stand, maybe make a last stand. He's raising his tomahawk to draw runes and then rush to get in close.

Amanda to the rescue! Praise Manitou!

Micheal instead reaches down and again utilizing that toned up rather muscular body of his throws Faye's body over his shoulder, and runs for Red grabbing her and trying to scoop her to her feet before pulling her along, "Come on Hot Stuff! Get up and get moving!" And the Shaman takes off running. His companions the gods melting back into the shadows and are soon nipping along at Red, Faye's and Micheal'ss heels back in their true forms. Looking a little worse for ware though.

Micheal sprints hard. HARD! For the car. Dragging or carrying as he needs too. New Adrenaline making him forget that damn sprain or hyper extension or whatever in his arm. Forget it. He shoulder slams into the car with a puff of exertion. "I'm filing a complaint with OMR HQ...Team building needs to be better thought out." He pulls open the door and the gods pile in, and make room for Red, Faye and Micheal.

@Kumbaris@AWACS@13org

The Conflict

I got lost at the end of my post I was going to make a reveal but then lost my own plot there abit. We're going in the right direction though.

Again sorry for the long wait between posts.

And many thanks for sticking around.

The Conflict

The boys moved off, leaving the girls to their part for now. They needed to find them a set of wheels. The pair set off. And Hayden kept the pair that were on the girls after first but were now on them. He hummed. And was about to ask how Sean wanted to handle this. When Sean took the ball in hand. He nodded, "Alright I got your back." They moved off. Staying in view, forcing the pair of gangers to jog to catch up when Hayden and Sean turned corners or made distance. Hayden whispered, "Got no fieldcraft in them. Bet they think it's their turf why would they need it."

He looked about and followed Sean into the blindspot, a alcove between a bunch of huts and buildings. Hayden ducked behind a pillar made of tubing, helping to hold up several power poles. He reached up his sleeve to pull the tomahawk again. He peered half around the pillar, watching, waiting. His eyes narrowed. The two men almost running into the spot. Puffing from exertion and annoyance. One of them said something in French, which Hayden being from Canada just kinda understood, something about these two fucking tourists, and that Malkia wouldn't like it if they were allowed to roam too much. Hayden didn't bother repeating it. Yet.

And it happened like they figured. One of the men turned and made his way towards where Sean hid. And when Sean made his move, the second guy tried to run up to help his partner. Hayden slipped around the pillar, and used the handle of his tomahawk like a garrote. Right against the throat, he lifted the man by his adams apple, and had him dangling just above the ground. The man's face going quickly red, then blue. And then Hayden twisted.

SNAP!

And Hayden let the body drop. A little less blood.

He kneeled and started to look the body over, patting it down quickly, and with a gasp and grin pulls out a pair of rubies. And then again he tosses them in hand before tossing them both to Sean, "Here." He does another quick pat down of the man and pulls out a small switch blade, "Huh...I guess he was armed." He slips the knife into his pocket then picks the body up. As he does he spots Sean pulling the key set out, "Huh this was alot easier then I thought it'd be." He looked over suddenly, hearing movement. He quickly carried the corpse in his arms out of sight as a door opens just at the mouth of the alcove and two children and a older woman come out into the open. Hayden hums, "You go ahead, just look around. A Toyota is going to be sticking out like a sore thumb around here. I feel like Urals and Jeeps are more common about here so any kind of Toyota is going to be easy to find. And yeah I'll go see what else I can see around here. Maybe pick up some info or get a gander at anything else around here." He claps Sean on the shoulder and heads out.

Once out of sight Hayden lets out a shaky breath, eyes going wide. It's so easy to kill. It seems like it's getting easier. He looks down at his shaking hands as he hides his tomahawk away again. But then this place, this little country seems like it's normal. So strange.

The odd motion he makes as he sets a hand to the side of his head, is not missed a man, wild haired, riding in the back of a rickshaw that comes thumping by asks his guide to turn around and follow the man with the big gun down the street.

Meanwhile Sean seems to be in the clear. And good thing. He's free and clear. For now.

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Elsewhere the girls posted up at their meeting place are pretty well in a grand place.

They managed to get that view on one of Malkia's sort, pontentially. And for a group that was supposed to be a mob of madmen, or blood drinking psychos. The neighbourhood is...almost innocent. Clean, cleaner then Melani's section of the slums. There are tons more small shops, and people on the streets. People in the streets of Edgar Malkia's turf seem to feel they are more safe as well. There are older people sitting on patios playing cards of dominos. Small groups of people clustered around TVs in windows watching news or entertainment. Not something that the girls saw even a tiny bit of back in Melani's hood.

Something is really off about this entirely.

It's clear there either is a good deal of subterfuge going on, or someone was telling lies.

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Meanwhile again elsewhere Hayden is making his way away from Sean abit. Stopping on a corner, paying almost no mind as a rickshaw stops across the street from him. Hayden scans the area, shifting the big LMG on his shoulder. Not second guessing for a second taking it, but damn is it heavy.

With a sniff Hayden pushes off, heading back the way he came, looking to try and find Sean. There's something off about everything here. Something feels like it's not wrong. But right. And after everything they had seen earlier. This stunk of lies. And Hayden didn't like it one bit. As he got moving Hayden missed the rickshaw turning the man inside it, urging his guide to stay behind Hayden.

The Hunt, A Modern Fantasy Smorgasbord RP

@Kumbaris@AWACS

Micheal Crane...wait...what!?

Safety.

Or well for now really. Who really knows?

Micheal can feel what is likely a hyper-extended shoulder and elbow dulling from painful to achey. He relaxed, hidden amidst the undergrowth. He's not exactly a combat mage so maybe he can be excused for letting his guard down? He's relaxing, and it's only a soft nudge and a gesture from Manbozho that gets his attention back. He opens his eyes and he looks at Scarlet, or Red as he's been calling her in his head. Likes the idea. Sounds more sexy. Anyway he looks at her and can see her kinda straightening.

The Shaman turns and spots the agents climbing down into the area. He narrow shis eyes and watches as they spread out. He shuffled carefully to Scarlet, and in a mouse quiet voice whispers, "They can't know we're actually here right? Just running some kinda search right?" His eyes follows the agents as they check the cars, then starts towards their little hiding place. Micheals eyes going wide then still in th at mouse quiet voice, "If I provide a few distractions, can you try and take them down? Me and the boys might be able to pull something out of our butts. But I'm not made for shooting spells like I did back with the abomination." He swallows thickly, "But I can cast illusions and hard ritual forms. Really well." He looks at Scarlet, then shifts over again grabbing out of the gear the gods grabbed for him luckily some of his instruments of his work. His pipe, and tomahawk.

He sat crosslegged and peered through a gap in the cover they hid within. Packed a bowl of ritual tobacco, lit up and smoked. blowing out smoke into the leaves to hide it from view. Muttering softly under his breath. Then looking at Raven. The god nodded, and in a burst of shadow vanished. Yes gods can teleport short ranges. Micheals eyes lit up with softly glowing blue light, The Sight, it's called amongst some magic users. Seeing things beyond the mortal sight. Mikey is really pulling out some stops here. He takes another puff blowing out the smoke again, nodding to Whiskeyjack who darts away through the shadows. Another puff and Shaman Crane looks to Manabozho, who wears the most evil grin yet any of the three tricksters has worn since they got here.

Micheal lets out a low chuckle. And he's wearing a grin that almost matches the evil grin his godly companion was just wearing. He lifts his pipe and takes another pull letting out a slow cloud of smoke, "Aawos, you are not welcome here." He whispers in his chest spoken guttural mother tongue of Plains Cree, "Aawos, or face the fears, that all men feel." Another burst of smoke.

Across the field there's a sound of someone crying. Joined by another from the left flank of the operatives, and then joined by a howl from the right. Rising from the rear, skin hanging from it's form. A Skinwalker, but to Scarlet, it's Raven. The Skinwalker letting out a angry hissing cry at the operatives. From the left, Whiskeyjack stands. But to the operatives. Whitiko stands there. The 10 pointer deer horns atop it's head, coat of ravaged hides and might stone spear held in it's hands. And finally from their right, Wendigo, or Manabozho creeps forward. Wild ethereal horrors. Shrouded by ritual spells to look like horrors. The three gods step forth. The Three gods looking like they are really enjoying wearing the look of the Horrors of their homelands.

And Micheal whispers to Scarlet, "While they are watching them, see what you can do."

The Conflict

Well done folks. I'll work something up here in a day or two. Been tired of late.

The Conflict

@Starlance

Alright Star, for next week don't worry if it takes you until the week after to get a post. Your education is more important then this RP. Got it?

I'm a former Educator. I know how it is. Really.

So RLCF okay? Real Life Comes First.

See to your studies and Midterms then come back

The Hunt, A Modern Fantasy Smorgasbord RP

@Kumbaris@AWACS@13org

Micheal Crane in a ditch

Micheal looked at Amanda, as5onishment on the First Nation's man's face. "Boss I don't think that's safe. We have one group member down. I'm hurt, we're not 100 percent. And even if I could get a shielding chant going, moving while doing so renders the ritual unstable." With a grimace Mike looked around. He took a deep breath and worked to will away what felt like a sprain in his off arm.

Then the word of logic. Thank God for military types. He sucked in a breath nodding, "I think Red has a good idea. We hide out. Nurse ourselves abit. Wait until we can get Faye back on her feet even. And I could use a pain killer." He sucked in another breath then called to his Dieific companions, "Boys see if you can locate any water, food or medical supplies. Just like that crash we had to help tend too."

At that tje gods zipped about. Not wanting mess around in such a situation. Micheal started to move carrying Faye I his as as they moved. The gods moving along in flanking positions keeping watch around and behind them.

Finally they arrived at rheir hiding spot. Micheal setting Fayde down by the tree then almost yanked the big painkiller pill Raven offers him from a first aid pack they found. Forget about water, Mike swallowd that think dry. "Alright. Now to wait for the cavalry. What a few days huh?"

The Conflict

As I have said no need to apologize. Things happen.

Raven Squad (An Eccentric Military / Spy - Fi RP)

Shimura

With a nod, and barely any sound. The ex-yakuza stepped off to the right and in a simple motion almost seemed to vanish. Not in the way Howard does or the rest of their inflitrators. But just surging forward. Running full tilt bent at the waist. You might call it a "Naruto-run" as he weaves his way forward. Past desks, and doors. And before the enemy can open fire he slips into the room, breaking line of sight.

The enemy can be heard laughing as the crazy guy with the sword just ran off.

Everyone in Raven knows much better. Ban Kingo affects the look of a Samurai. But that's actually very untrue. He perfers to often call himself a Yakuza Ronin. A Criminal Fallen Samurai. While a full on Samurai would shudder at the idea of doing something so dishonorable as attack from the back or side. Ban Shimura Kingo does not shy from doing such a deed.

He runs along a side passage. Darting from cover to cover as a few of the enemy make half hearted pot shots his way. Thinking he's not a problem. He's brought a sword to a gun fight. Until one of them loses sight completely. And gets a surprise, as a super shop blade punch through what he thought was a concrete support wall beside him and takes him in the throat. He coughs, the gorget of his combat harness barely stopping the blade. With a spurt of red arterial blood the blade slides back through the wall, and a moment later, four quick slashes opens a hole in the pillar, wide enough for Shimura to dive through and start making a nuisance of himself. Putting himself among the enemy. His blade flashing, once, twice, thrice. And two of the enemy fall.Third, fourth and fifth members of the squad he just made 40% less effective watch as the two bodies drop missing limbs.

Old samurai anime show spurts of blood often in moments like this, but it's like the edge of that wicked blade didn't give the blood vessels time to act. Shimura looks up his Kabuki paint on display as he smiles, "Motto!" He cries as he surges forward to attack again.

Lasagna

Sat quietly, dead still, no evidence at all that he was even there. Until word came down about the IFVs. And even then as he gets up and whispers into the comms line, "Lasagna displacing." A shuffle and he's on his feet, dropping the magazine of infantry grade ammo, and slotting it into a pouch on his harness for later use perhaps. Digging into his pouches, pulling free on of the few Armor Piercing Anti Material magazines he brought with him. As he nears another shooting point he's briefly visible to Dollface down below. Outlined against a dark bit of stone. But a second later he's gone. Finding a new firing position.

Overlooking the approach. He tucks himself into a new spot. Anyone saw him now it'd be painful to think the older soldier could tuck into a small space he is, but the firing spot is near invisible and gives him a great spot to fire from. He eases the Lynx's muzzle out, and takes a sight, waiting. He'd only have a short time to really make these shots count. And the targets would be small. He sniffed then whispers, "Dollface, Lasagna, I shall attempt to take out their Optics as best I can in the first moments once I see them. It it that much harder for them. You won't have long before they get to using other means of seeing. After that I'll work to disable other external systems. Use the time as best you can."

He took a deep breath.

The Hunter has new quarry. New Prey.

The first of the Pandur's appeared racing towards the stricken base. Lasagna sighted in. And it was simple as a movement of his finger.

The intel. officer in the first Pandur was calling out potential targets. When something flashed on his screen. And the camera on the outside of the Pandur exploded. The heavy round hitting what they thought was uparmored plastic. But it came apart and the camera destroyed. Other Camera installations on the Pandur were hit next. Blinding the machine as it rolled to a stunned stop.

The Prey has been stopped.

A dark tanned man grins, all tooth and tight skin. A look that wouldn't look off on the face of a big mountain cat.

The Conflict

The quartet hurried out ahead of two of Melani's thugs stalking behind them. It wasn't until they are out in the eatery that it's safe to talk and talk they do. Hayden looking a little haunted after what had happened. It had been so quick. He shakes his head and tunes back into his teammates? Yeah we'll go with that.

He listens to the ideas, looking back over his shoulder to see some of Melani's men watching them from afar. He directs the others out a little more, "Come on." They start walking down the street, "So first objective. Wheels. Should have kept that caddy you're right. Even if it was a loaner. Jeep, Hummer, fucking Ural even. We're bound to find something around here." They kept walking and he whispered, "We've got atleast two of that crazy bitches thugs following us. Keep moving for now." The limo is still where it's parked though and he's almost tempted to say they jack that. He actually slows, forgetting about the thugs behind them and sets a hand on t he hood of the limo, "Almost want to take this...think we can hot wire it? It's up armored right? Likely has some food in it too, not to mention the drinks. Maybe we can sell that shit?"

Even during this he was kinda listening to the others and their plans.

He jerked his head at the others, "Wait a sec, you guys wanna split up? Is that a good idea? I mean sure Sean and I could head out there. But I don't think it's a good idea to split up." He leaned on the limo and hummed, "It's true it feels like we're being low balled, after the last job 5 gemstones a piece doesn't sound like much at all. Not enough to risk splitting the group really." He didn't sound he was convinced himself though.

He nodded though, "Can't see anything really wrong with it in the end. So the girls find themselves some veils. Go look around, see what they can find, gather intel." He nodded, "As for Sean and I. We're going to visit Malkia? God damn I hope the guy isn't a blood thirsty bastage like we're told he is."

He spotted the two thugs approaching one of them growling something in swahili for all he knew. They unshipped their guns and advanced. Hayden jerked his head, "Go...the good squad are getting closer."