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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/ROLLS IN

[northless]

[Well, damn, there goes whatever lingering hope he had of getting out of here without running into those things. He hears them approaching, and the sound of it sends shivers down his spine. He knows they're not about to let him, or anyone else, go without a fight.]

There goes whatever luck we had.

[iaijutsu]

[It's already been a strange night, but as much as Hajime's first instinct has been to try and deny, avoid, or just ignore the fighting instincts he found from touching that sword...as soon as he hears the growls, he knows that those instincts may be the only chance he has of getting out of this alive.

In battle, there is only kill or be killed.

And that thought, as soon as it crosses his mind, makes him want to cringe. Toshi was right, he shouldn't have ever agreed to come on this hunt. This isn't him -

His hand finds the hilt of the sword again, his stance automatically shifting as he stares out into the darkness. He doesn't draw, not yet; it's during the draw that he's at his most dangerous.

...he doesn't want to be dangerous.

But this is a bad time to think about that.]

[redelivers]

Breathe, Hajime.

[ This time Toshi speaks out before placing a hand on Hajime's shoulder, squeezing reassuringly. He can see how tense the other man is, how rattled their earlier run-in has left him. That's at least partially Toshi's fault, and he doesn't want Hajime getting himself killed just because his thoughts are somewhere else.

That said, Toshi takes his place at Hajime's side. He's got his wounded arm in a makeshift sling, so trying to use anything but the pistol Casval equipped him with is out of the question. He reluctantly draws it, not really a gun person but-- He is the kind of person does what has to be done. ]

Let's take this one thing at a time.

/STUMBLES ON IN

[consiliarius]

[Sano isn't a fighter. He doesn't know of formations or strategies or anything like that. He knows how to get inside someone's head and help solve their problems peacefully or logically. But all of this...

He remains close to Toshi, knowing him the best out of the group, and grips his makeshift weapon tightly, ready to beat whoever - or whatever - tries to go after them.]

We should stick close together, right? Watch each other's backs.

[That's what they say and do in the movies, isn't it?

...Oh God, he should not quit his day job ever.]

[dogpolice]

[ Readiness can only carry you so far. When the weapons are drawn, prepared, the pack bears their rotten teeth in unison, snapping them in their own version of a threat: beware. But the time for threats is over; the time for massacre is now, and fully intent on carrying out this mission, the half-hounds scatter, slipping into the shadows, but only briefly.

When next they emerge, on opposite sides around the surrounding rubble, they're separated into two groups of three each—one taking aim at Elle, Rue, and Robb, the other barreling towards Hajime, Toshirou, and Sano. Their movements are hellishly fast, and it might be difficult to line up clear shots, though still possible.

In any event, little time is left for reaction. Kill or be killed. Hesitate or die. Those are the choices left to the so-called soldiers, choices to be made quickly or else not at all. ]

[withregret]

[ They're fast. They're clever, and fast. That's dangerous.

That's really all she has the time to think as she yanks her guns free and steps back, aiming for a clear shot. Damn.

Damn.

Damn.

She can feel the voices in the back of her mind stir again. Swirl. Hatred, anger, disgust. But she can't allow them to bother her now. No, she's a woman who has always put her obligations above her own emotions. To separate ones self -- the feel of the guns against her palms, the smell of rubble and dirt, the pounding of feet reflected by the rush of her own blood as it charges. She barks out the words without a thought. ]

We need to subdue them!

[ Once they managed to do that, they were leaving. They came to see what was here and now they had. They were vicious - and this was no suicide mission.

She takes a shot herself, aiming for its body, the best chance of making a hit - the biggest area. Though if it gets close enough she knows it might come down to a hand-to-fur struggle. ]

[11ady]

Got it.

[With Rue having fired the first shot, Elle draws her weapon as well. Despite the chill running down her spine, she takes a deep breath to subdue panic, watching her breath dissipate to join Rue's gunsmoke. She's more methodical about her aim, and the targets are moving fast. Watching the way the wolves move, she tries to anticipate where they'll go next. Three shots leave the barrel of her gun in succession, each aiming to land a hit at canine torsos. Bullets are limited so she has to make sure every push of the trigger counts.]

[northless]

[He'd sheathed his sword when they met up, but now that they're actually facing off against--against something, because these are definitely not the kind of werewolves he's used to seeing, he finds himself drawing it again, settling into a defensive stance and readying himself for when they're close enough.

Come on.]

if we're splitting into separate threads at some point here tell me, i wasn't sure /o\

[iaijutsu]

[Even as everything rational in him thinks he ought to be terrified, something in Hajime feels almost completely disconnected as he sees the wolves break for them. They're fast, yes. But iai is a sword skill built completely around being faster than one's opponent, able to react in a split second, and Hajime -

- he's faster than any human has a right to be, and even if he doesn't remember why, his body remembers everything it needs to take advantage of it.

He shifts his weight just a bit further, grip tightening on the hilt of his sword, watching - waiting, for the precise fraction of a second to explode into motion and draw in a swing fast and strong enough to take a man's head off - but of course, he can't say until he tries if that will be good enough.

These, after all, aren't men.]

we probably should split up just so we're not getting in each others way...

[redelivers]

Hajime, to my right! Sano, hold your ground!

[ Toshi issues the orders as though he's done it all his life. He supposes it's not that different from barking orders at Souji to catch that fucking box before it kills someone or turn that bullshit right side up because it's marked as fragile god dammit, and yet he's also never seen himself as much of a leader.

But none of that matters right now. Right now, all there is, is survival.

And so Toshi takes aim, leveling his gaze through the pistol's sight. He doesn't hold back, angling the weapon for the nearest beast's head and squeezing the trigger. Then he adjusts his aim and fires again. ]

[consiliarius]

[They're so damn fast! But Sano braces himself, holding the pole diagonally in front of his body, ready to strike out should the creature somehow get past both Hajime and Toshi's offense.]

Got it!

[He never hears Toshi talk like this, ordering people with such confidence, but it's strangely natural to obey in this situation. It's like the roles have been reversed.

But that's not important right now. What is important is that he stay out of Toshi's way - and the gunfire - and make sure their strange formation doesn't break.

Should the wolf get close enough to Sano, then, it will be met with a swing aimed for the head, an attack done as naturally as breathing, even if just moments before Sano had felt awkward.]