ғɪᴠᴇ. [ action; Dead District, Sunday evening ]

[secondcomingof]

WHO: Pretty much all of you! Except Kallie. She sucks.
WHAT: Werewolf Hunting the Movie, starring yours truly.
WHERE: All around the Dead District.
WHEN: Forward dated to Sunday evening.

[ The hour is late. The sky is dark and the stars are out, the only guidance they'll have for this mission—and this was a mission, in Casval Mass' mind. One he intended on carrying out and returning successfully from, despite the difficulties involved.

He sends out the mass text to everyone when the hour draws near with the full details of their rallying point, sitting on the same trunk from his previous post on the network. He's dressed the same as always; in full captain's regalia, boots polished to an almost severe shine, coattails flickering in the gentle evening's breeze. The only sign of nervousness lingers in the occasional twitch of his knuckles. Otherwise, he's primed and ready for the challenges ahead, keeping a lookout for his "forces" as they arrive.

He's got no delusions about what's going down here. The borderline murderous intent is clear in his eyes. Let them come, his sharp gaze reads.

Let them come so I can kill them all. ]

(( And here we go! Operation: Werewolf is now go! Tag at will! Team assignments can be checked here while you are waiting. Please make sure to mark this post with your appropriate character tag as well.

EDIT: The mingling threads will proceed for awhile to give people time to tag in. Keep an eye out for special threads to go up. Until then, you're wolf free... for now. Please do not NPC running into the wolves, or the wolves themselves. At this time of estimation, they'll likely start appearing tomorrow evening at the earliest, but watch this space for updates. ))

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MINGLING THREAD

[secondcomingof]

[ For everyone to talk shop with each other while they're gathering. Post, threadjack, give some details on what your character's thinking, jump in however you see fit here. ]

[scramasax]

Anthony was in the Dead District again, at around the same time as before. In this case, he knew that there was some monster creeping somewhere and he knew what to look for - and he was even less alone than before, with the trustworthy and ready. All of this was good.

He wasn't sure whether it was good or not that he still felt, if he stopped to notice, just as faint as he had after whatever had happened had happened at the statue. Since this morning, he'd looked just as pale as he had since he'd gone home that night. But he didn't feel any worse - then again, honestly, the days since then had been welcome reprieve from the worse of the constant stream of strange events around them all.

He'd stopped thinking it was anything psychological, anyway - as far as he had any clue, a combination of factors that night had made him sick, the stress of running for his life with only one companion no better off than him and the shock of that sensation when he'd touched the statue, that flood of burning, consuming sick yellow light.

But he hoped, at least that it wouldn't get in his or anyone else's way. He found himself half-tempted to ask Mr. Lyall how he thought that he should handle himself, when he made his presence known, but was it better that he did know about what he'd gotten himself into?

[professorwolf]

Lyall was not pleased at all at how many students and former students had shown up for this. He wasn't hovering around them, exactly... well, all right, he was. But he was right there should Anthony actually want to talk to him, eyes darting from one teenage boy to another, to that one pre-teen, so young that he could not imagine why Mass was letting him come along. His gaze alighted often on Anthony himself, too.

[scramasax]

And Anthony couldn't help but notice that. After he'd noticed the teacher himself, of course, and started to deliberate on whether or not anything ought to be brought up. In spite of himself, when he edged on over, he went on and admitted.

"Mr. Lyall...? I think I -- saw the 'werewolf' last week."

[professorwolf]

That did catch his attention. Actually, Anthony even approaching him caught his attention, and he blinked over at him with a kind of hopeless expression that he tried hard to hide. Would Anthony be the next of his students to die...?

The hopelessness turned swiftly into alarm at the admission. "You saw it?" he asked. "What happened? Are you all right?"

[shiromadoushi]

....well, that was one face Bakura hadn't expected to see here. Time to push away his own worries and put on a smile for the timid freshman.

"Hey. You're along for this too?" he asked, giving a warm smile.

[scramasax]

"Hello," Anthony said, and returned the smile while hoping it distracted from his searching - did Bakura doubt that he should be here, too...? "Yes, I am.

"How are you?" Turnaround.

[northless]

[Despite once being a policeman's son, and despite all the street fights he once got into when he was younger, Robb has never held or fired a gun. Seen one, yes, it's impossible not to, and he knows how they work, but he's never had the occasion to use one himself.

But he can't be totally defenseless. He thinks back to the things he's remembered, as much as they make him want to vomit (forgive me, I never wanted--) and he thinks maybe there's another option there for him.

He takes a sword, and somehow it feels--right. Swing, parry, thrust, cut, and while there's nothing flashy about it, he thinks that, for now, it'll be enough.]

[withregret]

[ She spots Robb and approaches him, hands resting slightly on her hips. He seems competent enough. Good. ]

You favor the sword?

[ She's not big on them herself, but at least there won't be any accidental firing into allies. ]

[northless]

[One last swing, then he lets his hand drop to turn to her.]

I guess so. I've never actually handled one, though.

OPEN for anyone who wants to bother him...

[professorwolf]

Lyall shows up for the gathering a few minutes early, after having spent the past hour trying to find the best and freshest scent trails to send people along with. He meets Casval Mass in person, to a rather strange and uncomfortable sort of vision, and settles in to wait, hands stuffed into his pockets and keeping well out of the way.

As others start drifting in, looking varying measures of confident, his own confidence-- not that high to begin with-- has just kept sinking. There are so many faces here he knows... none of them he'd wanted to see here. He looks decidedly unhappy, while he waits for things to get started.

OPEN for all you folks who wanna fret over the tiny kid.

[icy_heavens]

[Well, he's out here now. He'd been hiding his age as long as he could by only communicating through text message on the network, but now there's no way to hide. He'd either had to come along with everyone else, or just stay back entirely. He's not stupid enough to have considered going out alone to be an option.

[But he wants to be here. He wants to help. He wants to understand. And he can't do that if everyone keeps him back.

[Even so, once he's gotten a weapon -- a short sword, as the blades had practically called out to him -- he just keeps himself off to the side, leaning his back against the wall, just watching everyone. Of course he's nervous. This is deadly serious and he'd known that even before he'd said he'd come here. But that doesn't mean he can't try to look as calm as possible.

[He does a better job of that than one might think, but it really isn't that hard to tell.]

[withregret]

[ A child? She knew Mass was taking pretty much everyone who offered, but he had accepted a child's offer? He must be around the age of 13. Honestly... while she believed everyone had a choice to do what they wished, putting a child at risk was pushing it. She approaches him, keeping her demeanor friendly. ]

Hello there. How are you doing?

[icy_heavens]

[How nice of you to overestimate his age. He doesn't get that a lot. And to be fair to Casval, over the network, he hadn't known that Toushirou is a kid. Because he's been careful to use text and he tends to talk like he's older than he is, anyway.

[He looks up at the approach, shifts a bit uncomfortably. He'd known this would come. People worrying over him. It's why he'd kept his age a secret until know.]

I'm fine.

[professorwolf]

[Given how early Lyall made it there, it's no wonder that when he spots the middle-schooler drift over towards the slowly-forming group, he assumes at first it's a mistake, someone wandering into the wrong area.

He intercepts him with a little smile. He, too, looks a little nervous.]

Bit late to be out in a part of town like this... where're you headed?

[icy_heavens]

[It's both conspicuous and inconspicuous at the same time, a kid his age in this area at all, much less this time of day. On the one hand, why would a kid even be here at all? On the other, there's no way a kid would be here for anything resembling trouble. Right?

[Wrong.

[He blinks up at the voice. Given what's been planned . . . a network member? It's the rally-point, after all. This isn't going to go over well.]

Or maybe being here now is intentional. [Still a little cagey, a little guarded. An answer he can maybe back out of if he's wrong.]

/crawls in fashionably late; OPEN

[earnedmystripes]

[God, he was nervous. For all that he'd readily agreed to this, Kotetsu wasn't remotely sure he knew what he was doing. Between his network conversation with Casval and receiving the text with directions on where to go and when to arrive, he's had plenty of time to mull over all the possible ways it could all go wrong.

(Isn't this exactly the sort of thing that happened in those horror movies? His whole life feels like a badly scripted movie these days.)

But he has an obligation to these people, his fellows in Weird-Ass-Shit-Going-Down, and there are going to be children here. So whether or not he feels like he's in way over his head, there's no room to back out. He'll see this through, one way or another.

Kotetsu arrives at the designated place in his police officer's uniform, minus the hat and badge. He'd considered coming in his regular street clothes to prevent any unnecessary source of animosity, but his gun holster would be unwieldy in his ordinary clothing, and the bulletproof vest was fitted with the uniform in mind. He's definitely tense, hands clenched tightly and shoved in his pockets and looking nervously around as if waiting to be jumped any minute, but otherwise there's a faint smile on his features and he'll interact casually with anyone who speaks to him.]

[chalicejoker]

[That...is a cop. Sure, the hat and badge are gone, but the rest of the uniform's still obvious enough. He's seen the posts on the network, that a cop was among them and apparently meant no harm, but he'd not expected to run into the policeman himself.

Hajime's not saying anything, but he can't help but look a little suspicious. If he seems tense on top of that, well, that's more a function of his wrestling with his own existing memories of fighting other monsters as a monster before going out to fight possible monsters now. He's a little nervous about the whole scenario, even if he's in denial about it.]

[earnedmystripes]

[Yeah, Kotetsu notices that suspicion, all right. But he chooses not to comment on it. He hopes the others here can at least trust him enough to work with him, because infighting among them in a situation like this...

Well. It wouldn't go well, that's for sure.

His hands are still trembling a little inside his pockets, but he manages to look reassuring when he approaches Hajime, at least.]

Nervous?

[shiromadoushi]

[[There's an odd mix of insecurity and determination in Bakura's features as he waits. It's not that he's having second thoughts. He had offered to help and he was going to help, anyway he could. But he's doubting how much help he's going to be able to give. Even with the brief training on how to shoot... would he really be able to if something came at them? Should he? This wasn't a game, this wasn't an RPG. It was something much bigger than him. But like hell he was going to stay behind and be useless while everyone was taking action...!]]

[icy_heavens]

Guess I'm not that surprised to see you here.

[Sure, Bakura looks a little edgey. So does Toushirou. But who in their right mind wouldn't be? Just . . . maybe talking to someone he already knows will help him calm down a little, Hopefully.

[... Okay, yeah. That probably won't happen.

[He hadn't taken any shooting lessons. They're . . . unnecessary for him. The second he'd touched the sword that's now at his side, it had become clear what the proper weapon for him is. He can't work with a firearm. He needs to work with a blade.]

[shiromadoushi]

Same for you. [[smiles, doing his best to project that he's just fine, no really.

Noting that sword now.]]

Going for melee class, rather than ranged?

[chalicejoker]

[Hajime's never been a terribly social person. He arrives a bit earlier than he'd intended, and he just hangs around at the edge of the group. He's surprised to see so many here; it's like a small army of people experiencing weird visions and changes.

He's hanging around the edge of the group leaning back against some wall somewhere. Watching things is a bit easier than just diving right into socialization, after all.]

[twopercent]

[There's a clang higher up and further along the wall as Jack exits through a second-story window onto the derelict building's rusty fire escape staircase. Bundled up in an oversized trenchcoat, he settles on the first landing.

He hadn't been able to see Hajime from the window, given his position, and glances down and over. Jack nods at him, an unspoken greeting, before quickly scanning the few others that had gathered early.]

[chalicejoker]

[Hajime tenses for a moment at that noise, but then he looks up and realizes who's causing it. He returns that nod.]

I guess you're used to this sort of thing, huh?