( HUNTERS - WEEK 5 )

[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". ( quick navigation ) ic rulebook | locations | statuses | room assignments private conversations | ic profiles | graveyard | full navigation hunter's handbook

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CRAFTLY

[abhoth]

[Craftly seems to be judging the group more than usual tonight.]

[ninjay]

[ i'm so sorry murderdad

jay has a question though. ]

Craftly, about the notes left on the board. Were both of them by the same person?

[abhoth]

They were not, Jay. Be at ease.

[disinterested]

Don't mind us.

[ :) ]

[abhoth]

[SQUINTS.]

As if I have been given a choice, sir.

[shoelickingshit]

Craftly-chan! I hope you missed us!

[ :3 ]

[abhoth]

[TOSSES

AN EMPTY BOX OF TEA AT TSURUGI, TBH.]

I did not. Destroy the motel again and I will be throwing more than empty boxes at you, you barbarian.

[thawedheart]

[A little uneasily, as she glances from Craftly, to the two Prophets, to the basin.]

They... will grow back, right? [She rubs at her ear, uncomfortable.] Like always...?

[nowyouseeit]

[at least you don't give people brainfreezes!!]

Craftly, in order to take the deal of eternal servitude to revive the dead, do we have to. . .

Y'know.

[lifts a thumb to his neck and draws it across in quick motion]

[then points to Craftly]

[he means "kill you"]

[perceptions]

Hey!

[Mira shouts from the tiny pocket mirror that's reflecting her image.]

Can I get a bigger mirror?

CHOICE

[abhoth]

[There is a basin set on top of a table near the center of the room. Three (3) forceps have been set out next to the basin, as well as a helpful illustration of a man ripping out all of his fingernails and depositing them in the basin. It seems that this is the sacrifice expected of you tonight.

Please use this thread to vote for whoever you want to check or arm. We ask that you write ARM: CHARACTER NAME or CHECK: CHARACTER NAME in the subject header to cast your vote. Votes must be unanimous to receive the desired effect.]

CHECK: VIOLET BAUDELAIRE

[nowyouseeit]

[to be honest, fingernails are probably better than the ears of last week? or the fingers from the week before. at least it doesn't mess with one of their senses, or leave their bones and cartilage growing back with painful quickness]

[Kaito's swift about it this week. he grabs a pair of forceps, and doesn't even hesitate to spray his fingers out against the table. he gets the job done swiftly and with precision, the only evidence of any pain being the way his brows furrow and his mouth contorts into a sneer as he hisses]




[it's over much faster than either the ear or the finger were, and the sacrifice is deposited into the basin as usual]

CHECK: VIOLET BAUDELAIRE

[thawedheart]

[She's apprehensive, if only because she's still in pain from the results of the last time she they checked someone. But there's no getting around this, either.

At least it's not another ear.

Yukina's hand trembles a little as she picks up one of the forceps, and it makes it difficult to get a firm grip on the first nail. But she tries, and tries again, until she gets it.

Quick, she tells herself. Like ripping a bandage. Quick and easy.

...it is not easy.

But it's necessary, and she doesn't shed a single tear. She just presses her lips together into a firm line, and ignores the blood that drips down her fingertips as she drops the nails into the basin, one by one.]

CHECK: VIOLET BAUDELAIRE

[ninjay]

[ it's honestly a little weird doing this when they have an audience, especially considering what said audience is like. like the other two, jay is actually pretty thankful that this doesn't seem as bad as last week's sacrifice.

he pries each nail off, one by one, and deposits them in the basin as soon as they come off. it's still horribly painful, but it's something he is, unfortunately, getting used to.

and at least this time they aren't going to get stuck with permanent pain after finding their target, like last week. ]

RESULTS

[abhoth]

[As with all previous occasions, the blood collected in the basin glows a golden hue. The liquid starts moving on its own, stringing names and roles together letter by letter. Unlike the last time, there is no spontaneous fire or sharp pain in their sacrificed body parts.]

VIOLET BAUDELAIRE
THE BOMBER
- SACRIFICE -

[And with that, the blood returns to the bottom of the basin.]

STUFF

[abhoth]

[There are sleeping bags and junk food in the room this time. The meta text cannot believe y'all.]

[ninjay]

[ this room is so much more crowded jesus christ. ]

Craftly confirmed that it was two different people who anonymously responded to our notes. The second person got on my nerves, so I'm pretending they don't exist. What are your thoughts on the first?

[nowyouseeit]

I can't really blame 'em, honesty. I'd be annoyed if I were them, too. We aren't really their allies in the first place.

[they're just trying not to bad end the game, that's all. he shrugs]

If we meet up with the first person, we should only send one of us.

[perceptions]

...So do you guys really need to just... chop off your fingers and pull out your teeth in order to do any investigating? That sucks.

[nowyouseeit]

[he still has a marker from yesterday's meeting. totally drawing on Mira's mirror, btw, this time to give her horns and sparkly eyes]

Yeah.

Being able to check people's roles and alignments requires that sort of sacrifice, apparently.

AFTERMATH

[abhoth]

[With the sacrifice now concluded, the Hunters's fingernails begin to grow. They will feel a sharp, throbbing pain on all ten (10) fingers, starting from their knuckles and ending at the proximal fold. For the next twenty minutes they will watch their nails regrow, blood bursting from their skin as the accelerated healing takes place. It's unpleasant, and they will most definitely be unable to hold or touch anything without feeling great pain, but the worst is over.

Now all that's left is the discussion.]

[nowyouseeit]

[can he have a cloth to put over his bleeding hands plz]

[shoelickingshit]

Sooooooooo...

That was fun! Yeah? Nice.

[ what the fuck ]

[disinterested]

[Girge doesn't care, he's hallucinating maggots under his skin for the rest of the week thanks to you guys??? So no sympathy.]

[ninjay]

... Anyway.

[ now that he has cloth and ice. ]

How do we deal with Violet?