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I no longer dream
Announcement to all Waystations
“In the last few days we have noted increased activity by what we believe to be a new cult around the city. We warn all hunters to take extra precautions this night, as even if there is no curse there may be additional dangers on the streets.”
Squad Shaw, Upper West Waystation
The upper west Waystation was the standard sort. A few different rooms for the squads to arm up and prepare themselves for what was coming, a central area where they could gather to hear the night’s announcements and a final room with all the amenities the waystation keeper would need to get through their shift. The volunteer was a young man who was clearly on his first night, acting a bit jittery and going on constant rounds making sure everyone had their flare and was logged into the station book. He was nice enough sort, though getting on some of the experienced hunters nerves with his constant interruptions.
In one of the preparation rooms squad leader Reisha and her hunters were meeting up. She’d had her own rifle and pistol ready for the last hour and had been constantly rechecking them since then, showing her obvious nerves. With two of her squad in the room and the other squads starting to leave she finally spoke. “Hello friends. My name is Reisha and I’ll be your squad leader for tonight.” She smiled at the group. The two of them seemed rather young and she doubted they would have done any hunts in the past. She herself had been doing them on and off throughout her twenties and into her early thirties so she wasn’t surprised to see some youths. The organisers in charge of the squad’s distribution would know her experience would cover for them. “We should all get to know one another, it will be a long night after all. And a dangerous one no matter what happens it sounds like. We’ll need to have each other’s backs. Neither of you would happen to know where our final member is would you?”
They were briefly interrupted by a well-groomed man who stuck his head into the doorway and winked at Reisha, “Good luck tonight mademoiselle.” he said in a French accent, before disappearing. The leader’s smile widened a bit at the encouragement but wasn’t quick enough to reply before the man was gone.
Squad Baker, Slums Waystation
The Slums Waystation was both the second largest and second most fortified waystation in Kendall, only behind the one in the upper estates section of the city. The large number of people in the slums, and thus large number of cursed, required a stronger presence from the hunters. It was also the only Waystation staffed by two volunteers with their own Gatling gun defensive platform each. The two on staff tonight were both middle aged men, large, though mostly fatty tissue rather than muscle, with looks that conveyed boredom. They were old, they’d been through this plenty of times before, and the group of young hunters before them didn’t do much for them. Especially not the arrogant snob in the fancy red cloak and gold chain. The other squads were already out on the hunt, but it had taken him so long to arrive from his fancy pants house that his squad had been delayed.
The snob wasn’t looking too happy himself at the squad he’d been given, though their location had more to do with it than that. He was the son of an important businessman, and he’d been assigned to the slums. His boots were covered in muck and his cloak was adorned with a new brown lining around its base. Lugging around his heavy weapon hadn’t made things easier and keeping his balance had been difficult. Fortunately he’d kept it and more importantly the focussing lenses clean. He wasn’t too impressed with his squad either. Two fresh faced teenagers who’d probably never even peeked outside during a full moon. And while the third looked impressive he was a foreigner from far off and didn’t fill the man with hope.
“Alright you three. I’m your squad leader Richard. Tonight we’ll be trekking through these ramshackle suburbs and doing our duty to protect these people.” He hoisted the long metal tube off the bench and swung it around onto his back using the strap attached. “Now what are your names?” he demanded.
“In the last few days we have noted increased activity by what we believe to be a new cult around the city. We warn all hunters to take extra precautions this night, as even if there is no curse there may be additional dangers on the streets.”
Squad Shaw, Upper West Waystation
The upper west Waystation was the standard sort. A few different rooms for the squads to arm up and prepare themselves for what was coming, a central area where they could gather to hear the night’s announcements and a final room with all the amenities the waystation keeper would need to get through their shift. The volunteer was a young man who was clearly on his first night, acting a bit jittery and going on constant rounds making sure everyone had their flare and was logged into the station book. He was nice enough sort, though getting on some of the experienced hunters nerves with his constant interruptions.
In one of the preparation rooms squad leader Reisha and her hunters were meeting up. She’d had her own rifle and pistol ready for the last hour and had been constantly rechecking them since then, showing her obvious nerves. With two of her squad in the room and the other squads starting to leave she finally spoke. “Hello friends. My name is Reisha and I’ll be your squad leader for tonight.” She smiled at the group. The two of them seemed rather young and she doubted they would have done any hunts in the past. She herself had been doing them on and off throughout her twenties and into her early thirties so she wasn’t surprised to see some youths. The organisers in charge of the squad’s distribution would know her experience would cover for them. “We should all get to know one another, it will be a long night after all. And a dangerous one no matter what happens it sounds like. We’ll need to have each other’s backs. Neither of you would happen to know where our final member is would you?”
They were briefly interrupted by a well-groomed man who stuck his head into the doorway and winked at Reisha, “Good luck tonight mademoiselle.” he said in a French accent, before disappearing. The leader’s smile widened a bit at the encouragement but wasn’t quick enough to reply before the man was gone.
Squad Baker, Slums Waystation
The Slums Waystation was both the second largest and second most fortified waystation in Kendall, only behind the one in the upper estates section of the city. The large number of people in the slums, and thus large number of cursed, required a stronger presence from the hunters. It was also the only Waystation staffed by two volunteers with their own Gatling gun defensive platform each. The two on staff tonight were both middle aged men, large, though mostly fatty tissue rather than muscle, with looks that conveyed boredom. They were old, they’d been through this plenty of times before, and the group of young hunters before them didn’t do much for them. Especially not the arrogant snob in the fancy red cloak and gold chain. The other squads were already out on the hunt, but it had taken him so long to arrive from his fancy pants house that his squad had been delayed.
The snob wasn’t looking too happy himself at the squad he’d been given, though their location had more to do with it than that. He was the son of an important businessman, and he’d been assigned to the slums. His boots were covered in muck and his cloak was adorned with a new brown lining around its base. Lugging around his heavy weapon hadn’t made things easier and keeping his balance had been difficult. Fortunately he’d kept it and more importantly the focussing lenses clean. He wasn’t too impressed with his squad either. Two fresh faced teenagers who’d probably never even peeked outside during a full moon. And while the third looked impressive he was a foreigner from far off and didn’t fill the man with hope.
“Alright you three. I’m your squad leader Richard. Tonight we’ll be trekking through these ramshackle suburbs and doing our duty to protect these people.” He hoisted the long metal tube off the bench and swung it around onto his back using the strap attached. “Now what are your names?” he demanded.
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