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#Post#: 32190--------------------------------------------------
Race To Your Death (Karahl, Petrov, Sacha and Ty only)
By: Karahl Date: July 23, 2018, 4:29 pm
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The sun had just slipped away behind the horizon after a
reasonably cool day and was now easing into an even colder
evening. Hidden away from the hustle and bustle of neighboring
cities was a vast and dense forest, rich with greenery from rhe
ground and all the way to the canopy. The fireflies had just
come out to buzz and dance in the evening sky just as the
crickets and frogs began to sing their melodies to welcome in a
new evening. Everything was peaceful in this little pocket of
heaven, at least it would have been if it were not for a furred
Mobian darting frantically into it.
"Oh shit. Oh shit. Oh shit." the weasel whimpered as he
scrambled in a frenzy. He may not be very strong but he was
certainly an agile and slippery one, he even went through the
trouble of slipping in between tight and awkward places in
attempt to shake off whomever or whatever was chasing him. He
was also light on his feet too, making him a fairlh quiet
scurrier and he thanked his licky stars for the timing of
entering the forest. With the night hurrying over them his grey
fur and choice in grey clothing today gifted him with some
pretty decent camouflage.
In a matter of minutes he was already at the heart of the
forest. He could be anywhere now.
#Post#: 32195--------------------------------------------------
Re: Race To Your Death (Karahl, Petrov, Sacha and Ty only)
By: Lp573 Date: July 24, 2018, 5:18 am
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Petrov jolted slightly and looked out from under his cap as it
rested over his eyes. He had been napping in a tree for most of
the day. It had been a very relaxed one and he had enjoyed it in
droves. Now however, break-time was over. He had company and it
was time to get to work.
Earlier today, he had been contracted to kill some poor weasel
that had wronged a lot of people and now reached the point where
one of the victims had hired him, a "professional" killer, to
end the bastard's existence. He hadn't been too certain of the
target's whereabouts but he had been told that the weasel would
attempt to weasel his way out of this by fleeing town. Given it
was getting dark and someone was running through the forest, he
was going to say that would be his target. He quickly dropped
down from his branch and grabbed a bag nearby. Time to rig this
place to blow and have some fun.
With his bag of tricks in hand he set about getting the place
turned into a minefield. A normal mine here in the bush, a screw
bomb there behind the tree and a few sleeping gas grenades
dotted around for good measure. He also made sure to mark some
of the trees with either a claw mark or cut an X with his knife.
The carvings were purely to scare the victim. It didn't take
long before there were very few trees and bushes that didn't
hide his presents in the area around the heart of the forest.
The victim could get out, sure, but could he keep his head cool
enough to do so? Some of the traps had dim laser tripwires, some
were traditional and then there was the fire bombs he had for
directional purpose, though he didn't rig them up as traps, he'd
want the pleasure of doing that himself. If he should escape,
Petrov had a back-up plan as well. He had a gun.
Once he felt satisfied with his minefield he retreated to a tree
and readied his rifle. Time to observe the target. He knew that
all this would give away someone was after him, however, it
would hopefully be near impossible to determine where the hunter
was. The bombs and markings were all placed to give the illusion
that Petrov was everywhere and looking at him. Nothing like a
bit of mind-games and psychological horror to spice up the hunt.
#Post#: 32200--------------------------------------------------
Re: Race To Your Death (Karahl, Petrov, Sacha and Ty only)
By: Sacha Date: July 24, 2018, 3:29 pm
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Deep into the heart of the forest, a silver fox was readying
himself to track and put down another prey. He had been
contacted recently and figured the prey would try to escape
through the dense woods in hope that no modern folks would
follow there. But Sacha wasn't a modern folk he was just as wild
as the forest itself. He had just finished praying to the gods
before readying his arsenal and took a deep breath and listened
to the echoes of the forest. The prey was already there and
stressed, it was most excellent, Sacha loved when they were
nervous, it made the hunting more enjoyable. The hunter could
finally find a scent, it was a weasel but something was amiss.
There was more than one unfamiliar scent and some were not even
indigenous to the forest. There was more than the weasel and he
would have to be careful, for he had no idea what to expect nor
did he know exactly how many intruders there were. ''hmm...''The
fox carefully followed the tracks and tried to avoid the marked
trees. He didn't want to stumble on a bear or another wild
animal that could signal his presence.
#Post#: 32230--------------------------------------------------
Re: Race To Your Death (Karahl, Petrov, Sacha and Ty only)
By: Ty the Hedgewolf Date: July 26, 2018, 10:38 pm
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There is a reason why the little **** bag is running, one day Ty
discovered his rent for his apartment is due very soon. He is
short on money, desperate to do anything to obtain enough cash
to prevent himself from living out on he streets. He saw a
poster describing the weasel in question, the award for his
demise is more than enough to cover the bills. Normally he
wouldn't resort to committing murder, often saving that method
as a last ditch effort, He could capture him instead and obtain
some money that way, however the award is double the amount if
he brought him in as a rotting corpse.
In his personal opinion this guy is nothing but a manipulative
liar, a snake who ruin people's lives being a con artist,
cheating to get what he wants. In a way Ty is killing two birds
with one stone, he can get rid of scum like him for the sake of
others and getting enough money to survive. Its not like anyone
is going to miss him, who cares right?
Ty arrived in the forest, relying on his natural canine senses
to track his general direction, the man is a fast runner he will
give him that, this will take a while to find the bastard, it
will be worth it in the end of course.[font=verdana][Where is
he..?][/font] he sniffed the air a few times, he began to walk
in one direction hoping he went this way, something else paused
his body for now, he spotted some markings on a few trees, a
faint noise of a bomb planted elsewhere.
[font=verdana][Markings? did that slime ball know I was coming?
No..he couldn't have made these signs so quickly, unless someone
else arrived here before I did][/font] he tread much slower this
time, realizing bombs are planted in the general area, whoever
they are his competition clearly know what they're are doing.
[There are explosives around here too, I have to be careful..]
he looked around, on occasion he would stop and let his natural
senses do the work. Not a word is spoken since he entered the
green pastures, he didn't want his presence to be compromised,
its too risky.
#Post#: 32280--------------------------------------------------
Re: Race To Your Death (Karahl, Petrov, Sacha and Ty only)
By: Karahl Date: July 30, 2018, 4:57 pm
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The evasive Mobian scurried like he had never scurried before as
he fled for safety through the forest; kicking up dirt, leaves
and twigs along in the process. Due to his small size and light
weight, he wasn't making a terrible ruckus, however those here
who might be on the look out for him shouldn't have trouble
hearing the quiet russles or perhaps those with a keen sense of
smell could detect the distinctly apple scent he had.
He skidded to a stop for a moment to catch his breath; wide eyes
obsessively surveyed his surroundings for the slightest bit of
disturbance. He leaned up against a tree as he took those
frantic breaths, only to turn around to face the trees by
flinching away with a startled gasp. Then he noticed that not
only this tree, but also others, had markings on them.
"Oh god. Of all places for me to run into... who would even live
in here in the first place?" he muttered to himself. He looked
around, taking note of one of the dim laser so carefully and
expertly hidden for the most part on the forest floor. The
weasel cringed, "Alright Sylvester Stoat... just stay calm...it
might not be for you at all. Yeah. Someone just forgot it was
here... right? Maybe it'll be for her instead. Wait where did
she go? Better not be-"
Right behind him.
Suddenly the weasel was slammed face-first into the tree in
front of him. Claws dug mercilessly into the back of his skull
as he was pressed hard against the marked tree. Such a
distraction had cost him, allowing for his pursuer to catch up
to him. Without a word the tall tigress dressed in traditional
Shinobi attire with a design distinctly from her clan pulled out
a kunai with her other hand; just about to strike when the
weasel gave a gurgled gasp, opening his eyes just barely enough
to see a high branch of a nearby tree. In an instant he vanished
from her clutches and reappeared on said branch before jumping
off of it and ran away as fast as his little legs could carry
him.
With a disgruntled, quiet grunt, Karahl stood up straight as she
stared at the direction the weasel had disappeared to. Her glare
soon became wary as she looked to the markings on the trees then
gracefully and silently slipped away from them, paying careful
attention to whatelse or whoelse could be nearby. Someone was
obviously waiting for them, but the question was who?
The tiger hadn't decided whether to be annoyed or intruiged by
thr competition, but one thing was certain, the race was on and
the ninja too slipped away into the shadows of the forest, no
doubt in hot pursuit of Sylvester Stoat.
#Post#: 32284--------------------------------------------------
Re: Race To Your Death (Karahl, Petrov, Sacha and Ty only)
By: Lp573 Date: July 31, 2018, 2:01 am
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There he was. Petrov smiled and moved his finger to his trigger
and followed the sounds until he had a visual by one of his
marked trees. The weasel didn't make it hard to find with how he
moved through the forest. His smile only grew wider as he saw
the face of guy through his scope, he was terrified and fighting
to stay calm. This might just be something special if he had to
work for it. He had no idea how right he was.
His smile died as he saw the other assassin, a large tigress in
a ninja outfit, dig her filthy claws into the weasel's skull and
try to take his prize from him. That wouldn't happen. He lined
up, took aim and pulled the trigger. The gun fired... and only
struck the trunk where the weasel's head had been a second ago
before it vanished before his very eyes, "no way, where did he
go?"
He quickly dropped down from the branch to hide while
rechambering his rifle and tried to find the weasel again. Had
he teleported? Dammit, of course it'd be a super. Why wouldn't
it?
No matter, now there was true competition for the kill and the
target was a very slippery one. His smile returned. Whoever this
other one was, she wasn't going to get away with this. He'd get
the weasel before she did and if she got in his way, she'd eat a
bullet too. With that decided he moved through the undergrowth
to find a new sniping position to watch if from. The place was
still full of traps and he could still sit back and watch,
albeit a bit more observant and attentive this time. But he had
to relocate so they couldn't trace him.
#Post#: 32308--------------------------------------------------
Re: Race To Your Death (Karahl, Petrov, Sacha and Ty only)
By: Sacha Date: August 1, 2018, 4:58 pm
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Sacha moved quietly amongst the bushes and even the trees that
weren't marked. He knew they meant trouble but didn't want to
know what kind of trouble he could stumble into but along the
scent of flowers and undergrowth, there was a hint of apple. It
was very suspicious as it wasn't the season for apple trees to
bear fruits and his sister had eaten the last jar of applesauce
she had made weeks ago. This must have been the scent of the
prey, but a stronger scent of gunpowder invaded the air. One of
these modern and violent folk was around and Sacha didn't like
this. Two musky scents of the feline family, one being female
but that was as far as he could find. ''this won't be easy...''
Clearly now he was on his guard, the prey smelled like apples
and his traces revealed to be smaller than he expected so the
felines were competitors but he didn't find any traces of both
of them. He could barely track one due to the gunpowder residues
floating in the air one of them left around the forest. 'Both
are clever, one is female. That must mean the other one is male
and must be using the guns. Stupid modern weapons.'' He
whispered carefully to avoid detection and snuck up around to
follow the apple scent while trying to avoid detection and
lastly threw a few alchemical capsules to throw anyone with a
good sense of smell on a while goose chase by disturbing their
noses enough to mistake an animal scent to the scent of a
rotting carcass. ''this should do...'' Needless to say that he
didn't stay closes to his capsules once they broke in a puff of
smoke.
#Post#: 32344--------------------------------------------------
Re: Race To Your Death (Karahl, Petrov, Sacha and Ty only)
By: Ty the Hedgewolf Date: August 5, 2018, 7:37 am
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Unlike the others Ty didn't try to hide in the tress without a
trace, instead he walked the ground carefully, due to possible
explosives going off at anytime, last thing he need is to step
on one. Suddently he heard a thud and a grunt who sounded like
the target he is after, did someone already found him? [I'm
definitely not alone] he carefully followed a certain path
towards the scuffle, shortly he spotted a tigress pinning down
the target before he vanished and she bolted after him.
[I have to get him before sh-!!] before he ran after the pair, a
gunshot fired causing him to flinch and duck for cover, another
person is here and very close by, are they all after the same
target? Ah ****.
[Damn! they have a gun, I better get moving fast] not wanting to
get a bullet stuck in his ass, he follow the same pattern
Sylvester Stoat and his female compatition, its unknown how far
they are ahead of him, he should be fine, long as he stick to
the correct route. During his journey, his nose picked up the
smell of a rotting corpse, turns out its a trap set off by
another competitor. Oh great more complications, how many people
are here for this one weasel?
Deciding he has had enough, Ty created a mist-like fog of cold
temperatures from his body to cover the whole forest, attempting
to catch his target off guard.
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Re: Race To Your Death (Karahl, Petrov, Sacha and Ty only)
By: Karahl Date: August 7, 2018, 4:55 pm
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The tiger's eyes widened suddenly and even jumped a little as
she not only heard the hun fire but also watched the bullet
splinter a chunk of the tree barely inches from her. Immediately
her head soun around towards the general direction of where the
bullet had come from; somewhere from higher up in the trees
perhaps, but she couldn't see anyone from up there. Had they
moved? Maybe they're concealed?
The shinobi didn't stop to think for answers for she had to act
quickly, lest she risked getting shot at this time. With that
her figure flickered with din specs of light and she had
vanished from sight... but she was still there.
'Clearly it is not someone out to protect him... looks like I
have to watch my back.' she mused.
With the grace of silence and serene elegance, the ninja moved
swiftly and smoothly away from where she had been standing and
towards where her target was heading... but someone else not
caught her attention; someone who was in hot pursuit no less. It
was no coinsidence that the sudden wash of cold and mist had
suddenly smothered the forest either... she had to be careful
more than ever.
Without a second thought and a flick of a wrist, the assassin
drew out a long kunai from a concealed pocket in her sleeve and
flung it with precision and had struck a trap near the
Cryomancer... she didn't know what the trap would do nor what
type it was, but it was a practical way for her to see what
could happen.
Shortly after there was an overwhelming scent of rotting flesh
filled her nose. She wasn't going to lie... it exhilarated her.
The thrill of the scent brought an extta spring to her step, if
anything the excitement brought a steonger desire for her to be
the first to reach her target. Speaking of first, it didn't take
long for her to figure out that the rotting smell wasn't a
natural one; especially one so strong and sudden that it was
enough to mask other scents. Was this the work of the one who
fired the gun? Maybe someone who set the traps? They Cryomancer?
Or someone else entirely? While she wasn't sure about who or how
many others were out there in on it for this weasle, Karahl was
sure that she couldn't trust anyone.
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Re: Race To Your Death (Karahl, Petrov, Sacha and Ty only)
By: Lp573 Date: August 8, 2018, 4:02 am
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Unlike Karahl, the rotten stench did not encourage Petrov to get
going in an exciting manner, instead it made him paranoid of a
gas attack and the sudden cold fog only confirmed it for him. He
quickly reached for his gas mask and put it on. Once it was
safely strapped on and covered his face up, he began to advance
again. However, with the low visibility in the fog, he opted to
holster his rifle and draw his knife. He didn't have a side arm,
it was rifle or knife, no in-between. Although he would probably
need it at some point. With this move Ty and Sacha, though
mostly Ty, had robbed him of his biggest personal advantage that
being his range while observing his minefield not mention his
sense of smell and peripheral vision was reduced. Now he'd have
to advance on foot and do it with a knife. Even then, he
couldn't be really mad. Now it was getting personal and even
more intense. The one thing that truly got to him was that now
the laser tripwires to his screw-bombs were exposed in the mist
for everyone to see.
That was when he was distracted by an explosion as Karahl's
kunai cut one of his tripwires near Ty, causing a little lamp on
the bomb to flash red for a fraction of a second before it
exploded and flooded the local area with a thick sleeping gas of
his own making. It was like a normal gas, but he concentrated it
to make it able to knock out most mobians in a hurry. The only
question was, would it have the same quick effect on the
cryomancer?
As for Petrov, now that he knew the weasel could teleport, he
couldn't afford to not investigate the explosion. After all, it
could be the weasel had teleported again. He ended up being glad
he put on his mask when he entered the cloud of sleeping gas. As
he emerged through the fog, he appeared as something from a
child's nightmare. A tall and thin creature with his face
obscured, a gun on his back, raised combat knife and a harness
with explosives coming out of the fog to end one's life.
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