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Spring-Heeled Jack - Assassin

Hotel Room at Shinto Town/Being Summoned


As Stelle began the ritual, the air in the room started to thrum with magical energy as the lines of the summoning circle took on a subtle glow. As she continued into the third and fourth lines, the prana within the room was thick enough to raise goose bumps on exposed skin and make the short hairs at the back of someone’s neck stand on end, the light of the summoning circle now bright enough that it could no longer be dismissed as a trick of the light.

By the second verse the rusted gauntlet in the centre of the circle started to vibrate slightly, rattling slightly as the metal plates hit against each other. The rattling became a tremor by start of the third verse, the light of the circle now replacing that of the sunset to bathe the room in a deeper, more ominous crimson glow. At the end of the third verse, as the final words left Stelle’s mouth and completed the ritual, a cloud of pale white smoke, lit from within and turned a pale red by the light of the summoning circle, filled the room.

The smoke swirled in eddies driven by some unknown source of wind, producing areas of thicker smoke that played tricks on the eyes, making you see figures that disappeared a second later only to appear somewhere else, sometimes two or three at a time. The smoke faded, gradually dissipating until it was possible to see clearly again, the phantom figures that filled the room disappearing one by one until only a single figure remained. Then, that too disappeared, leaving Stelle alone in an empty hotel room.

All at once the remaining smoke was sucked back into the centre of the summoning circle, the rattling gauntlet stopped at once and went still as the light of the circle died instantly, not even bothering to dim or fade as it went out like a switch had been flipped. The room was silent, the quiet seeming even more oppressing for how much commotion there had been just a moment ago.

Long seconds passed, three then five then ten, and still no Servant appeared. Then, right by Stelle’s ear, close enough she could feel hot breathe against the shell of it, a voice whispered to her. “What are we looking at?”

@Parallel Hearts
Posted. And in my defense, one of the first things Joseph looked for was a doctor or someone to explain what was going on.
“Hey!” Rushing forward, Joseph moved through the narrow alley between cots to where the other man stood, one hand on the door as he sought to open it, and grabbed him roughly by the shoulder. He tried to pull the stranger back, away from the door before he could throw it open and let whatever was outside come inside, dooming both them and the dozens of other people in the room. “Are you mad? One beast is still enough to kill all of us!”

The cry had been some distance away, not close enough to be an imminent threat, but Joseph didn’t trust the assumption that it was merely a lone beast; something was drastically wrong with the current situation, which was as big an understatement as Joseph could ever make, and something in the air told him Yharnam was rife with all manner of beasts tonight.

At the foot of the door, one of the tiny creatures wailed pitifully against the barrier as if trying to break it down, trying to open it as the stranger had like a child miming an adult. The… things, whatever they were, unnerved him, but something told him they weren’t a threat somehow; they had made no move against them and they would have had ample opportunity to while they were asleep, but it was instinct rather than logic that told him they were safe to be around.

“Gather your senses. I’m sure there’s a hunt on tonight, I can feel it in the air. We need to stay here, stay safe until this is over. They wouldn’t leave all of us here without incense, help me find it so we can ward off whatever made that cry.”

@Habibi359
I'll post tonight. Not quite sure what to do since the door is locked and I want to do something more productive than just react to things.
Henrietta Durand

Arsenic Island


Arsenic island truly was a sight to behold. Such an abundance of wild Pokémon in such a small area; Henrietta had barely been here an hour and already she had seen a dozen or more different varieties of Pokémon. It wasn’t just that the area was kind to Poison-types in general, it even had differing locations that supported different kinds of Poison Pokémon; Water-types, Grass-types, Flying-types and more could all coexist in the same place. Henrietta had heard that this place was specifically set up to be a home for these Pokémon and the results were apparent in the diversity she was seeing now.

It meant that she had her choice of opponents when it came to training her Pokémon, which was lovely but left her spoilt for choice. Atlas was still raring to go and the Salandit or Toxicroak would be a good challenge for him but she also wished to train her other Pokémon, especially her Gligar who had yet to take part in any battles whatsoever. The Budew or Oddish would probably be best in that regard, but there were so many of them and the Roselia might take exception to her trying to battle them. In which case, perhaps a double battle was called for?

Retrieving another Pokeball from her bag, Henrietta released her youngest Pokémon from its confines, the resulting flash of white light fading to reveal a small, pink Pokémon with features of both a bat and a scorpion. Upon appearing the Gligar took a moment to take stock of his surroundings, looking curiously at the trees and Pokémon, before spotting Henrietta; with a smile on its face the Gligar jumped up on Atlas’s back and used the Mudbray as a stepping stone to then jump into Henrietta’s arms, leaving the other Pokémon to look somewhat affronted. The trainer caught the young Pokemon easily, having expect the reaction, sparing one hand to pat Atlas’ head reassuringly. “Are you ready for your first battle Gregor? Atlas? Do you think you can keep an eye on Gregor while taking care of your own opponent?”

Both Pokemon nodded, Gregor enthusiastically and Atlas with a slow assuredness, leaving Henrietta to smile at them both. The trainer held her arms out in order to give the Gligar a jumping off point to reach the branches above them, the Flying-type spreading its arms to glide further. Pointing towards the small group of Budew and Oddish and the dancing Roselia, Henrietta directed her Pokémon into battle. “Okay Gregor, Poison Sting. Atlas, be ready to intercept.” The Gligar opened its mouth and shot forth a spray of little purple needles in the direction of his trainer’s pointing finger, more spread out than the concentrated stream the Nidoran had used earlier and missing more shots than hit.

Definitely unused to battle, but this would hopefully help change that.

@Sho Minazuki


Joseph’s head tilted down, eyes dropping to the ground as he digested the man words. No doctors, no clerics, just the dead and dying men and women in the cots that filled the room; people like him, lost and confused with no one around to provide answers or explain what was going on.

The other man tapped the door with the tip of a sword and Joseph’s head snapped up at the noise; he hadn’t noticed that the man was armed until now and the sight of the weapon sent a chill racing up his spine, his body feeling alert and energised in a way that he had never experienced before in the face of a potential threat. The man, Joseph still didn’t have a name for the stranger, walked over to a barrel full of weapons and picked out one at random; he inspected it for a moment, before turning back to him and tossing the weapon lightly through the air.

Joseph started at the action, jumping as the sharp implement was thrown his way unexpectedly, body reacting in a haphazard and uncoordinated way. He reached out to grab the weapon on reflex, when under normal circumstances he would have moved to dodge, and was surprised to see his hand deftly snatch it out of the air by the handle, his arm moving almost with a mind of its own. No, it was more like he’d imagined grabbing the axe and his body moved exactly as he needed it to with more precision and coordination than he had ever displayed before.

It was an alien feeling. In fact his whole body felt alien, different from what he remembered. Maybe part of that was due to the illness he had been suffering from; if he had I fact been cured then his body would feel healthier than it had, but it felt like more than that. He had been weak in the moments after he had gotten up from the cot only for his strength to quickly return, but it hadn’t stopped at just that. He felt stronger, lighter and more alert than ever before.

Was this what it felt like to be a Hunter? Had he been changed? The man before him and all of the people laying on cots around the room, they were all Hunters?

Why so many?

The stranger was preparing to open the door, to leave the room and find answers. Before Joseph could decide if he was going to follow him, if he was ready to follow him, a chilling, blood curdling cry sounded out. Though muffled by the walls and distance, not nearly enough distance, any Yharnamite would be able to recognise a cry like that.

In the long seconds following that cry the only movement in the room was that of the small creatures as they dispersed. Even they were terrified by that noise it would seem as at least half of them disappeared somewhere. The only thing to break the silence was a single crow’s cawing.

“Is tonight a Hunt? Are there Beasts and Hunters roaming the streets again?”

@Habibi359

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