( WEEK ONE - HUNTERS )

[abhoth]

At exactly 6:00 PM on Monday night, something very strange will happen to you. Regardless of whatever you were doing or whatever you were planning to do, you will find yourself stopping midway. Numbness spreads from your toes to the top of your head. You feel no control of your body. Thousands of shivers roam up your nerves, controlling your limbs like strings to a limp puppet. You're aware of your body moving - out of the room and into the first floor hallway. It's not until you stop in front of the unmarked room nestled between the Kitchen and Laundry that you regain control of your body. A soft click, and the door creaks open. Inside the room you'll find a small group of people and 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 you. "Come in, Hunter. It's time for us to begin". Welcome, Hunters! As you should have been told by now, you represent the "detective" faction of this game. It's your job to ICly suspect those around you and discover who belongs to the "mafia" faction before it's far too late. For this first mingle (and all others, really), we encourage your characters to get to know each other, shitpost to your heart's content, and share your personal roles. Remember to check the Hunter's Handbook for IC rules and information. We hope you have fun with your role! :) ( quick navigation ) ic rulebook | locations | statuses | room assignments private conversations | ic profiles | graveyard | full navigation hunter's handbook

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[abhoth]

I'm afraid not. There is not much to be done against a god, after all. And facing one personally? Perish the thought! Your brain would dribble out through your ears the moment you lay your eyes on them.

This is the safest way to put a stop to this, for both you and I.

[nowyouseeit]

[taps the pen against the table, gaze flickering down at the contract. he's silent for another thirty seconds ago, before he sneers]

. . . I'll accept that answer for now. But if you did your research right, then you know I'm the kind of person who likes to find answers outside of the rules.

God or not.

[KAITO WHAT CAN YOU DO AGAINST A GOD???]

[but he finally pricks his thumb with the pen and presses it against the contract, with enough force to smudge his thumbprint underneath]

The last part-- [gestures to the invisible text] -- is secondary to saving people's lives.

[abhoth]

We shall see. That would be a pleasant twist in this grim ordeal, wouldn't it be?

[And just like for Yukina, Kaito's blood will light up with a golden hue on the contract before returning to its natural color.]

If you have any additional inquiries, I am here to answer them.

[nowyouseeit]

[his mouth twitches, a grin splitting his face in two]

Sure would be, wouldn't it?

[but he sobers quickly]

I do, actually. I want to know about all of the pieces on the game board. Is everyone who isn't a Hunter or a Prophet a sacrifice?

[abhoth]

Correct. Even you, to the Prophets, are nothing but a Sacrifice. They're unaware of this small rebellion, so I would advise you use their lack of knowledge to your advantage.

[nowyouseeit]

[uho. that is an advantage. he sits up a little straighter]

So that's why you advised us not to trust anyone else, huh. . .

[because they'd certainly be doomed if someone told the Prophets there were people out there, you know. trying to kill them]

Was anyone else besides myself and presumably those in this room with me given a weapon and a title yesterday?

[abhoth]

Yes. As part of the mechanics behind this game, every resident has been given a gift. A "skill", a weapon or an item — it will vary from individual to individual.

[nowyouseeit]

[interesting]

You can't tell us what those are, can you?

[he imagines the answer is "no," considering they get to investigate one person a week, but hey. never hurts to try]

[abhoth]

Not at the moment. However, I'll disclose information about specific roles once you begin to uncover them in the upcoming weeks.

[nowyouseeit]

[he nods, and files those questions away for later]

This is all very-- [Lovecraftian, he almost says, before he remembers that Craftly doesn't like being compared to the author. and since Craftly is helping them out, he decides to be a little less of a brat] -- supernatural, to say the least.

[WHAT HE MEANS TO SAY, IS]

What are the Prophets, exactly? You said they were people who sacrificed humanity for power, so. . .

[abhoth]

[Bless you, Kaito.]

It is exactly as the contract says. In exchange for their soul and their services, their god will reward them with whatever their heart desires. Money, fame, power — for some, it may even be the simple thrill of killing indiscriminately.

[nowyouseeit]

[rests a chin in his palm and scowls]

Shouldn't be surprised there are those types of people here. Tch. They don't get any special-- [WAVES OTHER HAND] -- powers or anything by agreeing?

[abhoth]

... They do. However, I am not at liberty to disclose the benefits they've received in exchange for their cooperation. It would be a crass violation of the rules that bind me.

[nowyouseeit]

[ah. . . so even if they go after them, it'll be pretty darn dangerous]

Gotcha.

Oh-- uh. One more thing for now. [until he thinks of something else, honestly] But those locked and burned buildings on Ponytail's maps.

[is Ponytail his nickname for Jay]

What's in them?

[abhoth]

[He offers Kaito a grim smile.]

That, too, I am not at liberty to disclose. But be aware: This realm is ruled by equivalent exchange.

[nowyouseeit]

[god damn it]

That's just vague enough to be eerily ominous, yeesh.

[abhoth]

It is what it is.

[SHRUG EMOJI]

[nowyouseeit]

Does that mean if we take something from one of the buildings, then we'll have something taken from us in return?

'Cause I already took some sutures from the clinic.

[abhoth]

Not quite. You will see what I mean once the time comes.

[nowyouseeit]

. . . right.

[and a wave of his hand]

Okay. That's all I've got for now.

[a deep breath, and he folds his arms]

Here's to making sure this alliance succeeds in it's primary mission.