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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[chalicejoker]

Hajime. Hajime Aikawa.

[He keeps having to remind himself that there are two Hajimes on the network, and he's got to throw the last name in there if he wants to avoid mistaken identities.

He's watching Jack showing no signs of wanting to come down, and he's curious...and probably a little jealous, because he wouldn't mind getting farther away from all the people.]

You think there's something you need to keep a lookout for?

[There's no hint of scorn in his voice; he's genuinely curious. It's highly possible Jack might know something he doesn't.]

[twopercent]

[Jack nods at the name. The voice actually sounds a little familiar -- in the early days of communication on the network, with everyone being so suspicious, he's almost certain he's spoken to Hajime before.]

Just keeping watch.

[Not knowing anything about the 'werewolves', Jack has no idea if they'll try to attack a group. But he keeps that thought to himself.

And to be honest, he, like Hajime, doesn't really mind staying further away from the others. It's a ragtag crew, and he frowns, seeing a few particularly young faces showing up. Dammit Casval. He glances down at Hajime again, sizing him up.]

You ready for this?

[chalicejoker]

[Hajime's trying very hard to look more confident than he feels.]

Yeah, I think so.

[There's a pause.]

I've never used a gun before...but I've been in fights here and there. I guess I'm as ready as I'll ever be.

[twopercent]

[Jack makes a quiet noise of acknowledgement at that, trying to think back more on his conversation with Emery a couple hours ago, and less on the hunt ahead and the dark thoughts on the rise.]

Hnh. Well, I figure Captain Mass'll be setting people up with someone who's got a bit more experience to fall back on if worst comes to worst. Firing at a person or... whatever the hell these things are... is a lot different than fistfights or target practice.

[chalicejoker]

Yeah...I don't think I've ever been in a fight with anything that wasn't...human before.

[That slight pause, that overemphasis on the word "human?" He remembers fighting things that could do a lot worse than that, even though he knows he hasn't.]

[twopercent]

Don't think any of us have.

[Jack opts for the literal interpretation, even though he can hear that questioning, has his own memories of fighting someone who was more than human ...and getting pounded into the ground by them. It's not encouraging, and frankly, he's been trying to avoid dealing with these mysterious 'memories' as much as possible.

But it does bring up one other detail that's been nagging at Jack. THey really have no idea what they're facing. And after General Miller...]

Hey. If these 'werewolves' can catch a damn bullet midair or anything like that, nothing wrong with getting the hell out, okay? No reason to go risking your life.

[Oh, the irony.]

[chalicejoker]

[Hajime could say something, could mention that he remembers fighting monsters of a different sort, but...that might involve questions as to how he fought them. He couldn't have that. There's a nod.]

Yeah, I know. No one needs to do anything stupid.

[twopercent]

[Jack grunts his agreement. Nobody needs to do anything stupid. Well, at least as far as everyone else is concerned...]

Well... good luck out there.

[In the end, that's about all he can say, isn't it? To Casval's little militia of inexperienced recruits... that's all there is to say.]

[chalicejoker]

[He'll nod and continue trying to look as not-nervous as possible, even if he has relaxed some.]

You, too.