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[Snackofthefuture]

MERCURY PACKING PLANT

Old and massive in expanse, the Mercury Packing plant is not just one simple meat packing facility, but a small city of assorted various packing plants all working together under tax breaks in a plan developed by the upper masses of Tune's political elite. Or at least this is what the Mercury Packing Plant was, nowadays its one of the many havens for the scum and refuse of Tune's streets. The Grey Coven, The Emerald Mistress, The Iris of the Sun and the Red Tar Mob are just a few of the names of the many entities, groups and creatures who convocate within the bloodstained walls of the Mercury Packing Plant.
Zabaco and The Delicate Fold are some of it's newest inhabitants and it shows, holding control over a measly two medium sized plants within the sprawling complex. Equipped with small arms, several enchanted weapons, melee weapons of various sorts, several mutants and a Scouting Mech of Black Hydra design, their armament is not to be scoffed at. However, with stealth, effective planning and intelligent use of explosives, their force can be made into mincemeat. *badum tiss*
Each unit will be equipped with several anti armor grenade charges in the case they should run into the mech, automatic weapons of each Hunter's choice and their own personal weaponry. The company implores that each hunter be conservative with their explosives as the anti armor charges were not cheap nor easy to obtain. Ammo however, is fairly plentiful; Feel free to fire a couple extra bullets into each cultist, just for fun if one wishes. No one will miss their diseased arses anyways.
Speaking of their diseased arses, the design of the cult uniform varies for the most part but all bare some semblance of resemblance to this design:

Leave as few of their number alive as possible as each kill will net the Co. a decent sized sum and will also be doing the city a much needed public service. This mission is designed to test your combat capabilities and survival skills so give it your all as if you dont you will probably perish.
Good Luck Hunters!​

 

[Captain Sweatpants]

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[div class=textbox]When she had gotten this assignment, Karrin had assumed it would be a little more exciting than it was turning out to be. Crouched on the roof of an opposing factory, the woman peered into the factory where Zabaco and his cronies had set up camp through a pair of binoculars. "They're just...sitting there." She let out a huff as she brought the binoculars away from her face, revealing a very bored expression.

The rain continued to fall, as it had been doing for hours, each drop sizzling off into steam as they struck her skin. A light cloud of steam had formed around her at this point, giving the illusion of fog cloud. It was the perfect camouflage for scouting in this weather. Hopefully, the company would get here soon so they could get the good part of this mission. Karrin thought back to her own examination mission and wondered what the new recruits would be like this time around? There were sure to be some interesting characters among the bunch.
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[div class=minibox]NAME Karrin MENTIONS Rui Pai Chan Daniel Reaving
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When she had gotten this assignment, Karrin had assumed it would be a little more exciting than it was turning out to be. Crouched on the roof of an opposing factory, the woman peered into the factory where Zabaco and his cronies had set up camp through a pair of binoculars. "They're just...sitting there." She let out a huff as she brought the binoculars away from her face, revealing a very bored expression.

The rain continued to fall, as it had been doing for hours, each drop sizzling off into steam as they struck her skin. A light cloud of steam had formed around her at this point, giving the illusion of fog cloud. It was the perfect camouflage for scouting in this weather. Hopefully, the company would get here soon so they could get the good part of this mission. Karrin thought back to her own examination mission and wondered what the new recruits would be like this time around? There were sure to be some interesting characters among the bunch.

 

[Computing Magus]

Dmitri Ainsworth
Mentions : Kawako (( Captain Sweatpants )), Femora (( Angelofwishes7 )), other ally (( Snackofthefuture ))
Location : Mercury Packing Plant

Vile, wretched, whatever, not enough words could describe this place. Regardless if he was with the Paranormania Co., he would have checked this area for interesting peculiarities, such as a criminal who has intelligence he might be interested in. However, his own ambitions would have to wait. Now was the time to apprehend Zabaco, if he remembered the name right. They arrive at a distance from the designated hideout. They have been given a set of equipment to have a chance against specific types of opponents, and they were allowed to mow down all of those that stand in their way.

As soon as they stop, Dmitri leaves their vehicle to take in the scene. Of course, none would be seen from this distance; the cult would be hiding themselves. He looks among allies, from the young Asian girl, the pale mystical one, and the rambunctious sir of earlier. Dmitri felt that he would need to start devising a plan of intrusion. Has their test already begun? Their was no time to waste anyway, so they should move out.

"Any bright solutions on finding Zabaco? I personally suggest a covert operation method so that we do not need to meet to many of the mobs head on. For our safety." the nobleman says. He does not take into account that for most, it appears that his and a particular companion's stature would be ill-fit for such. This was mostly due to his allies seemingly fit for doing so.

 

[Euaion]

「 kirimi yumiko • half baku • novice hunter • tense, anxious 」「 located; mercury packing plant with team 3 (?): andrina Bison , auren darkborn , karrin Captain Sweatpants • interacting; open 」

kimiri clutched onto brawler like it was a life line during the trip. she was so nervous that she hyperventalted for a good 10 minutes before she finally calmed down. for the rest of the rest of the way, she stayed curled up in her seat with brawler positioned to be watching the rest of the group in the truck. the bears innocent black bead eyes watched them with content switched smile while kirimi nuzzled into the side of him.

she didnt really find anyone she was with approachable; most of them just seemed too strange or too scary. though the one that scared her the most had to be the vampire. kirimi is just afraid of men. the others were females which was already a plus, but she didn't think now was a good time to talk. she had to admit though, there were an awful lot of females here. perhaps it wont be so bad if she passes this imitation mission. speaking of which, who were they against again? brawler doesn't know either.

the trucks come to a stop and kirimi is one of the last few to get off, somewhat troubled by the fact the storm was still brewing. her arms cradle brawler, who seems almost apprehensive upon seeing the gloomy structure. in there, they all will go; but who's to say that they will all make it out? kirimi makes a small noise, almost like a whine as the crack of thunder, eyes wide and gleaming red within the flash of lightening. it wasn't the thunder that made her so jumpy, it was the feeling of being watched. she looked around for the source but it felt as if there was one too many to pin point.

due to this overwhelming feeling of danger, kirimi stood a little closer to her team, looking tense while brawler seemed alert.

 

[Pai Chan]

Morrigan took the weapons of the guard that lay on the ground. He wasn't dead. Yet. The witch didn't exactly enjoy partaking in killing. She would leave that up to the others when they got here. Morrigan and her second, Annabelle, had permission to scout ahead of the others. She was good at finding wards, hex's, or anything else that was put up to keep people in or out. They were hard to locate due to the rain but there were a few wards that functioned as a type of force field while also acting as an alarm.

Morrigan had been careful in being quiet about the whole thing. At least she thought she was until a patrol guard had turned a corner and nearly bumped into them. Luckily, he had seen Annabelle first and didn't immediately fire his weapon at a creature that resembled a six year old girl. The witch managed to sneak up to the guard easily enough thanks to the noise of the storm overhead and grabbed him from behind. Before he could properly struggle, Morrigan whispered an incantation into his ear and the next moment he went limp. The guard would be out for a while. Hopefully, long enough for the operation to end. With the help of Annabelle they dragged off the guard to a place he wouldn't be seen by another.

"Hopefully, no one misses him for a while and the others get here quickly." Morrigan whispered to the little Nightmare. While the girl did look innocent to the ignorant she wasn't exactly helpless. She was a creature that many people, for centuries, told horrific tales of. Of course in reality not all Nightmares resembled Death. That was just one of many forms they took. In reality a Nightmare could look very normal. Only when they used their abilities did they not look human any longer. Either way, Nightmares were still creatures that mankind despised. They were hunted down no differently than Wendigo or Werewolf's. But when Morrigan was apart of the team that hunted for this particular creature the witch had intervened. Back then Annabelle was nothing more than a toddler. Barely out of infancy. Morrigan somehow convinced the Hunter's and their organization to see if the witch could raise the Nightmare into an asset. Apparently, the idea of having such an ally appealed to them. And Morrigan even had an enchanted item to keep the young girl under control, that resembled a collar. While Morrigan didn't often have to resort to using it sometimes it still came in handy.

After a little while longer of Morrigan putting up her own wards the witch took out a laser and flashed it in the direction of a different factory than the one they were currently at. She was signaling that her job was finished. The parameter was safe for anyone to approach as long as they weren't actually seen by Zabaco or his men. If anytime was good to do the operation, it was now. Heavy rain masked noise and obstructed vision. It was now or never. All Morrigan and Annabelle had to do now was wait for the cavalry.

Captain Sweatpants
Daniel Reaving

Heather spent the start of the ride whispering a prayer to herself. After everyone was finished situating themselves in the vehicle she looked over everyone.

"Callo, Marius, and Cherry--" Heather made a face as the name came out as if she just bit into something unpleasent. "Cherise." She corrected herself. She wasn't big on nicknames. "I don't know how many of you are truly experienced in this type of operation. It's a raid and that means we are storming the enemy's backyard. I don't know how the others plan on approaching this scenario but we would be better off drawing as little attention to--" Heather shot a glare to pink haired girl. In the next moment she took off her beanie and offered it to Cherry. "I suggest you cover that bright spotlight you call hair. It's too likely to draw unwanted attention." Heather turned her attention back towards the others. "as little attention to ourselves as possible but what tactics we use should depend on what each of your abilities are. We should discuss our abilities so we can better form a plan." Heather placed a hand on her chest. "I have access to Holy magic. And can adapt to any situation as it calls due to my experience." Heather looked to the others to see what they had to offer.


Rui
Snackofthefuture
Doaheem

 

[Angelofwishes7]

Femora ​

The anti-armor explosives they had given to Femora were quickly thrown into her bag for safekeeping and picked up one of the smaller pistols that were available. Femora looked over the small gun with obvious curiosity and a tad bit of fear as she picked it up. Maybe it was a bad time to let them know that she wasn't experienced with guns and explosives, it wasn't very often that a siren would be given such weapons to use out at sea. Taking one more long look at the cold metal beneath her fingers made a shiver go down her spine and she secretly hoped she wouldn't have to use it tonight. Even with her uncertainty, she placed the pistol in her bag taking a long, deep breath.

As the truck came to a stop, Femora was quick to move back out into the rain, it still downpouring much like before, if not a bit harder. She turned toward the others in her group with a soft smile. She seemed ready for what was to come. She nodded her head toward Dmitri as he spoke about keeping out of sight. "It would be wise to stay hidden, but we should also try to diminish the numbers of the cultist as we go. It will be easier to fight Zabaco with only a few minions at his side rather than a small army."

Interactions: Computing Magus Captain Sweatpants Snackofthefuture ​

 

[Daniel Reaving]

Annabelle

Annabelle aided her mother in the chores of scouting though much go her despise. She wasn’t often let loose off her already tight leash, sometimes cursing the collar her mom used to control her as she couldn’t truly attack and harm anyone without her mother seeming them targets. It was a pain especially at times like this. Using her abilities to hoist the now sleeping and sadly not dead guard out of sight after he had made the sad mistake of finding them. Hearing her mother’s words she sighed a little.

“His fear was bitter. A bad man.... He feared his wife finding out he was cheating on her and that he had sex with his daughter.” She mumbled to give herself something to do as she sat with her. Watching Morrgan use the laser to signal everyone else Annabelle got butterflies in her stomach. Everyone was about to come and kill everyone. Glancing to Morrgan hesitantly before to the ground.

“M-mama.... can we please join in the fighting?” Annabelle asked. She knew that her mother knew Annabelle was blood thirsty and craved violence and fear. Hell fear was what kept Annabelle alive. “I promise I won’t torture anyone this time.” Annabelle said thinking that would sway her mother’s opinion of letting Annabelle kill or not.
Pai Chan​

 

[Captain Sweatpants]

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[div class=textbox]The area around the factory was the same as the rest of Tune, horrid and seeping with vile trash just wait for their eventual demise. U.N. stepped off the truck into the rain and assessed the surroundings. There would no doubt be a time where she would have to return here. She could taste the unearthly presence of magic in the air and the eyes of the supernatural that hid in the cracks and corners of this disgusting place seemed to bore holes into her from the shadows where they coward. However, the killer's gaze never shifted from the factory they had come here for. It was a rusted out building that had long since outlived its use to anyone but the slime of the earth that now called it home. "Ideally, if we knew where the target is within the factory, a small team could make a surgical strike straight to him without needing to engage in combat. However, since we have been sent here with so many," U.N. paused for a moment as she glanced to the others who had arrived with her party "Assets, such a precision operation would be difficult." According to her journal, there had been a time where U.N. had worked with others. Now, she neither remembered nor understood why she would do such a thing. She was more than capable on her own and having too many people made taking out figurehead targets like this more of a chore. "I suggest we have a flare group, perhaps two teams, charge in and cause a racket to draw the majority of the enemies forces out to an open area. Once that's been accomplished, a smaller team could easily sneak through to the target."


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]The area around the factory was the same as the rest of Tune, horrid and seeping with vile trash just wait for their eventual demise. U.N. stepped off the truck into the rain and assessed the surroundings. There would no doubt be a time where she would have to return here. She could taste the unearthly presence of magic in the air and the eyes of the supernatural that hid in the cracks and corners of this disgusting place seemed to bore holes into her from the shadows where they coward. However, the killer's gaze never shifted from the factory they had come here for. It was a rusted out building that had long since outlived its use to anyone but the slime of the earth that now called it home. "Ideally, if we knew where the target is within the factory, a small team could make a surgical strike straight to him without needing to engage in combat. However, since we have been sent here with so many," U.N. paused for a moment as she glanced to the others who had arrived with her party "Assets, such a precision operation would be difficult." According to her journal, there had been a time where U.N. had worked with others. Now, she neither remembered nor understood why she would do such a thing. She was more than capable on her own and having too many people made taking out figurehead targets like this more of a chore. "I suggest we have a flare group, perhaps two teams, charge in and cause a racket to draw the majority of the enemies forces out to an open area. Once that's been accomplished, a smaller team could easily sneak through to the target."

 

[Rui]

Cherry
—Paranoromania Hunting Co. : Lobby —
Mentioned: Pai Chan Snackofthefuture Doaheem
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Cherry grumbled, begrudgingly taking the offered hat. She went to smooth back her vibrant locks, and as she did so, they became a deep shade of purple. Cherry whimpered, staring at a darkened lock.

“Damnit...I just bleached it, I thought it could stay one color for at least a day!”

She looked positively crushed, and sadly stuck the beanie onto her head; now not to cover the color for fear of blowing cover, rather to cover her shame at the unfitting hue it had taken on.

“Stupid hair.” She sighed, toying with a midnight lock.
She glanced awkwardly around the group, twiddling the curl between her fingers, her nerves a wreck.
“I have...knives...” she offered meekly. With that weak admission, she further tucked herself into the beanie, desiring nothing more than to sink into oblivion.

Knives? You have knives? Ya don’t say.
She has some kind of God power and you have knives.
Smooth.

Cherry looked down at her toes, her black pixie boots greeting her eyes, giving her a point to focus on that wasn’t the utter embarrassment she was creating for herself.​

 

[Snackofthefuture]

ZABACO​

Standing inside the darkened room Zabaco shuddered slightly, he could already tell the damned bounty hunters were here. Spitting a gob of darkened phlegm onto the dusty floor he wondered how he'd gotten to this point. He was grateful to be there but he could almost muster a laugh at the shit he'd fought through to get to the point he was at. No one would be stopping him tonight. He'd left some initiates outside in the rain to try and misdirect the Hunter's expectations. Their intel would be accurate with the tech most companies had nowadays but there were always tricks to uncover, tricks undetected by modern equipment. His rushed about the building as stealthily as they could setting up chokeholds and kill zones for automatic weapons concealed in camo hexes. Their equipment was a rusty looking crimson and often had much in common with the look of some sort of desert bandit. Zabaco liked it personally, it gave off an older feeling to the tired cultist, it was a classic look that had been forgotten in their modern world of blacks and neon colors. Zabaco liked the character and individuality it offered; Of course how much individuality could be expected when one was involved in a cult.

The rooms in the old factory were old and in an abandoned state, as was much of the outside perimeter. Mold and layers of dust clung to every object visible, leaving everything with a grey tone and look with lights highlighting the stale and dense atmosphere. The factory was the ideal ambush state and Zabaco had prepared it that way camouflaged kill zones and MG nests and patrolling cult members all about. Zabaco had hidden their heavier units as surprise game changers. He'd left a well-equipped mutant thug with each larger group, their supernaturally enhanced frames adding to each unit's firepower and muscle. He didn't want to leave his oh so devoted followers unprepared for the carnage that was about to ensue, the guys he'd pissed off weren't going to half-ass their assault. The mech was awaiting but his single command, ready in an undisclosed location to launch from and bring death to his enemies. Zabaco truly appreciated their deafening power.

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Walking out of the room to an even darker hallway Zabaco asked the aide next to him if his channel was ready. The meeting had to go well; Zabaco would not allow it careen off the track and fail. Checking his arm he noticed the sigil carved into it had begun to bleed, just as the meeting instructions had foretold. He smiled sickly with satisfaction as red liquid dripped from his forearm to the messy floor blackening with dust as they hit. The aide bowed his head as he noticed the blood, recognizing the reopening's significance. The meeting was coming quite soon and if all went well, The Delicate Fold would have no need to fear further action from their enemies. Granted their brotherhood needed to survive this assault first.