Ganryu
Your Lovable Jackass GM
As Midas strummed his guitar solo mid flight, earlier flung supplies fell around him, including two crates of dusts on either side of him. The vibrations suddenly caused them to explode behind him on either side in a sudden column of sparks, making a blinding display behind him as he landed, the fireworks illuminating his frame all the way down.
The floating island was far enough away that the camp being taken down looked like dots below. Roux's figure could just barely be seen, with his hands on his hips, and laughing his ass off below.
Around them, frozen pines could be seen, snow dripping off the trees in a the rapid advent of new arrivals. One particular branch began to buckle under the weight of the fallen snow, before dipping down, and dumping a large load of snow over Mauve, turning her into an impromptu snow(wo)man. A bullet casing fell from a tree, completing the snowman nose.
The top of the island wasn't exactly quiet though. The banging of hammers, ruffle of movement, and yelling all in the distance made it quite loud. A little bit in the distance into the woods, the group could see camp being set up.
Many huntsmen setting up tents for the winter, a large bonfire suddenly blazing high into the heavens as it was set up, more yelling and mad laughter, a cross being unfurled over the medical tent, the entire area was abuzz with activity. The earlier huntress could be seen scrambling in the snow for scattered supplies, which had slammed into a tree, and exploded across the snow. Much griping was involved.
From the camp, a rather lithe man with a large slouch hat began to make his way towards the group. He stopped to light a cigar, taking them all in. He stood straight, with a rather commanding posture... which was a pity as he barely came up to Forrest's chest. Taking a puff, he threw cards at all of them, looking like sim chips. Each chip was signed ~Beryl Rodsen, with his motif, a bullet shooting a mobius loop. The man infront of them had the same insignia on his shoulders.
"Put those into your scrolls. They're your huntsmen licenses. Also a few upgrades to your scroll, has a map of the area with cable points, teammates aura's, a bestiary, and any tracks we think might be the Wendigo."
He took another large drag, and let whisp come from his lips.
"You kids are in for a long winter... Us Wendigo Hunter's have one goal, kill the Wendigo, but we also tend to cull Grimm in the area for the locals, so they tend to like us, see? So... we're always busy. I don't care what your grades are, work hard you'll figure it out. Your aura and semblance grow according to your need, and you learn about weapons as you use. There isn't a substitute for experience. School can go f-"
"Beryl! Be professional for the students!" The woman gathering spilled ammo censored him from the distance. Beryl rolled his eyes.
"Right." He dragged his cigar again.
"See 6 of you. Good.... Right, well, we're getting to work right now. Break up however you like. But we got two missions for ya while we're setting up camp.
First one. One of Roux's cable's to camp site #2 snapped. None of us know what kinda claw marks those are. Go find out. Update the bestiary when you find out. And see if you can't take a welding tool from camp to patch it til we can send Roux to properly repair it. Should take 3 of you. Can't go directly there, but can go around.
Second one. We found human foot prints, fresh in the snow next to camp site #3. No body but us Wendigo Hunter's here in Winter. It's not right... Might be someone trying raid the dust mine. Someone fucks that one up-"
"BERYL!"
"Ugh... someone messes that one up, could cause whole floating island to collapse. But probably isn't anything. Go see if you see anyone in the area. A'ight, break up how you want, I'll be setting up camp. Oh, that's right... anything goes too bad, take these."
He tossed two flare guns into the group, one at Umbra, and one at Liebe.
"Introduce yourselves when you get back."
The floating island was far enough away that the camp being taken down looked like dots below. Roux's figure could just barely be seen, with his hands on his hips, and laughing his ass off below.
Around them, frozen pines could be seen, snow dripping off the trees in a the rapid advent of new arrivals. One particular branch began to buckle under the weight of the fallen snow, before dipping down, and dumping a large load of snow over Mauve, turning her into an impromptu snow(wo)man. A bullet casing fell from a tree, completing the snowman nose.
The top of the island wasn't exactly quiet though. The banging of hammers, ruffle of movement, and yelling all in the distance made it quite loud. A little bit in the distance into the woods, the group could see camp being set up.
Many huntsmen setting up tents for the winter, a large bonfire suddenly blazing high into the heavens as it was set up, more yelling and mad laughter, a cross being unfurled over the medical tent, the entire area was abuzz with activity. The earlier huntress could be seen scrambling in the snow for scattered supplies, which had slammed into a tree, and exploded across the snow. Much griping was involved.
From the camp, a rather lithe man with a large slouch hat began to make his way towards the group. He stopped to light a cigar, taking them all in. He stood straight, with a rather commanding posture... which was a pity as he barely came up to Forrest's chest. Taking a puff, he threw cards at all of them, looking like sim chips. Each chip was signed ~Beryl Rodsen, with his motif, a bullet shooting a mobius loop. The man infront of them had the same insignia on his shoulders.
"Put those into your scrolls. They're your huntsmen licenses. Also a few upgrades to your scroll, has a map of the area with cable points, teammates aura's, a bestiary, and any tracks we think might be the Wendigo."
He took another large drag, and let whisp come from his lips.
"You kids are in for a long winter... Us Wendigo Hunter's have one goal, kill the Wendigo, but we also tend to cull Grimm in the area for the locals, so they tend to like us, see? So... we're always busy. I don't care what your grades are, work hard you'll figure it out. Your aura and semblance grow according to your need, and you learn about weapons as you use. There isn't a substitute for experience. School can go f-"
"Beryl! Be professional for the students!" The woman gathering spilled ammo censored him from the distance. Beryl rolled his eyes.
"Right." He dragged his cigar again.
"See 6 of you. Good.... Right, well, we're getting to work right now. Break up however you like. But we got two missions for ya while we're setting up camp.
First one. One of Roux's cable's to camp site #2 snapped. None of us know what kinda claw marks those are. Go find out. Update the bestiary when you find out. And see if you can't take a welding tool from camp to patch it til we can send Roux to properly repair it. Should take 3 of you. Can't go directly there, but can go around.
Second one. We found human foot prints, fresh in the snow next to camp site #3. No body but us Wendigo Hunter's here in Winter. It's not right... Might be someone trying raid the dust mine. Someone fucks that one up-"
"BERYL!"
"Ugh... someone messes that one up, could cause whole floating island to collapse. But probably isn't anything. Go see if you see anyone in the area. A'ight, break up how you want, I'll be setting up camp. Oh, that's right... anything goes too bad, take these."
He tossed two flare guns into the group, one at Umbra, and one at Liebe.
"Introduce yourselves when you get back."
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