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. ))

Comments

[professorwolf]

[It feels a lot like being sassed, actually, and Lyall has enough of that during his day job. He doesn't really like getting it from a kid younger than even those students, and who he doesn't technically have authority over, either. He eyes Toushirou with misgivings, and reiterates,]

I told you I can't tell you to leave. I can just have my hopes, and apparently have them dashed to pieces. What's your name?

[icy_heavens]

[That's not really his "sass" tone. You heard that one a couple of minutes ago. This one was more of the one that causes other kids to think he's stuck-up. (And maybe he is, just a bit, but hell if he cares.)

[But he'll drop the tone, now that he's no longer being encouraged to leave.] Toushirou.

[professorwolf]

[Tone is less important than words, sometimes, and having an eleven year old tell you what you apparently can and cannot do counts as sass. Oh well... it's not like he can do anything about it at the moment. Not without the ear-pinching, and even then, stubborn little boys will usually find a way. So he sighs, squeezes his eyes shut and rubs them one more time, and introduces himself.]

Mr. Lyall. Biology teacher at Locke High. I'm just here because I have a particularly powerful nose, and know the creatures' scent.