( HUNTERS - WEEK 3 )

[abhoth]

For this week, there will be no sudden loss of control for those who have signed their souls away for the greater good. As long as they're in the Curio Shop by 6:05 PM on Monday, nothing out of the ordinary will happen. All they must do is knock on the shop's door, carefully as if to not draw attention towards themselves, and the door will creak open by itself much like the previous week. As per usual, inside this strange room they'll find Craftly seated at a round table. Shelves of antiques line the walls and the smell of peppermint tea wafts through the air. A thin tendril slips across the table from Craftly's sleeve, hooking around his cup of tea. As smug as ever, he smiles to the group. "Come in, Hunters. It's time for us to begin". Welcome, Hunters! As of this week, you'll get the chance to either investigate one other character or arm them with a randomized weapon. If you have any questions, you can shoot us a quick PP or PM as always! ( quick navigation ) ic rulebook | locations | statuses | room assignments private conversations | ic profiles | graveyard | full navigation hunter's handbook

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[abhoth]

You're safe, you have my word.

[ There's a genuine smile on his face. But, Craftly outstretches his tentacles, one to his left and one to his right. ]

Take my hands, children.

[ ??? ]

I wish to assure you that whatever happens next, you have no choice but to deal with it or perish. Whatever waits outside this room, it is the reality you're faced with.

[thawedheart]

[Yukina stares hard at the tentacle in the dim lighting.

She's... seen worse. Demons come in all sorts of shapes where she comes from - tentacles are sort of the norm. But she's spent so much time around humans lately that, well... it seems a little odd.

But, she takes a breath, and reaches out to hold his... "hand".]

...to deal with it? [She bites her lip.] ...or to make a deal, like we did with you?

[nowyouseeit]

[Kaito stares at his other tentafingie. opens his mouth, closes it again. his brows furrow, and he hesitantly reaches out to take Craftly's other "hand"]

[THIS IS GROSS]

[WHY IS THIS HAPPENING]

Craftly. . . what's happening out there?

[because those were some ominous words, to say the least]

[ninjay]

[ jay already had a tentacle on his mouth so the least the two of you can do is hold them. but this actual prayer circle really is not helping with his nerves. ]

I think... that's an ultimatum that we accepted when we signed those contracts.

[ he's staring at the door though. ]

[abhoth]

[ This prayer circle is happening. Craftly squeezes onto Yukina's grasp, tighter onto Kaito. There's a slight shake to his limbs as he leans closer to the light. ]

The oldest and strongest emotion of mankind is fear, and the oldest and strongest kind of fear is fear of the unknown.

[ :) ]

That... that is what you must contend with. Your contract is binding and thus, until the very end... you must face the unknown.

[thawedheart]

...

[He's so cryptic. It's like he's trying to freak them out - or maybe that's just the paranoia talking. Who can really say?]

...and we will. We knew what we were getting into when we agreed, so... we'll see this through to the end.

[nowyouseeit]

[. . . Kaito almost thinks he might be trying to soothe them, in a way. a weird backwards way, in which he warns them of the dangers to come in order to mentally prepare them for whatever might happen. it's. it's kind of working? but also kind of not, because Kaito feels a chill course up his spine, and he can't tell if it's because of the gross tentacle against his palm, the dark room, the edge of nervousness and paranoia niggling at the back of his mind, or Craftly's words]

I've never been the type to let fear stop me before.

[he says, chin tilted up]

Whatever it is. . . we'll stare it down, head on and eyes forward.

[ninjay]

[ jay looks at his companions, not answering as quickly as they did. it's funny, how wrong a first impression can be. even when they were put into this group together, he was fearful that they might be too idealistic to face harsher truths. even now, he still kind of feels that way, but...

they're good people, even if there's a voice trying to convince him otherwise. ]

You heard them. We are, for better or for worse, yours.