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THE MONSTER HUNTER AU MEME

HOW TO PLAY
1) Post a blank comment with your character, or post with your preferences
2) Reply to others by rolling the RNG between 1-10 to pick a prompt, or just grab one that tickles your fancy.
3) Decide who is the hunter, hunted, or monster victim, or any combination of the three.
4) Play!

PROMPTS
1) GHOST HUNTERRRZ You are now a ghost hunter on some crappy reality TV show. Are you just making shit up as you go along? Do you think you’re really onto something when it’s just rats? Is something actually going on and your amateur crew is way out of their league?
2) PORTLANDIA The dream of the 90s may be alive in Portland, but that’s not all that’s still moving around. Now you’re a Grimm, and it’s your job to either kill or befriend the wesen (monster people) in your city. Are you a law abiding cop? A rogue killer? Maybe just the middle school math teacher who really has no time for this bullshit?
3) THE GOTH OPTION You’re a vampire hunter in some sort of unspecified Victorian year. Needless to say, you job description involves a lot of fainting couches, waifs, and elegant neck stretching. Embrace the gothic horror cliché’s, man.
4) CAN I GO HOME NOW? For whatever reason ,you find yourself in a position where you just really don’t want to be up against this monster nonsense. Maybe you got cornered and now you’re forced to kill them all before you can go. Maybe someone pushed you into this when all you really want to do is be a dentist. Maybe it’s 2 AM and some poltergeist is disturbing your sleep.
5) MR. POINTY Congratulations, either you are now the Slayer, or one of her many monster hunting buddies. I trust you know how this one works, guys.
6) BROODING HUNX Wow, unlucky you. You’re now a hunter in the Supernatural universe. Or hey, maybe you’re just an unlucky civilian who has to suddenly be saved by a barely functional alcoholic with an arsenal. Maybe you’re even a hunter with a stable job and life, and you hunt on the weekends. Whatever you are, stay away from those Winchester psychos.
7) THE HUNTED BECOMES THE HUNTER Clearly you’ve got a lot of internal hate going on here, because now you’re a monster who finds them self hunting other monsters. What happened to you, man? Did you get turned against your will and hunt for revenge? Does your species do this for funsies? Are the members of your race corrupted and must be stopped?
8) SHE TURNED ME INTO A NEWT Congrats, asshole, you’re a witch hunter. No specific time period, but just know that you get your kicks trying otherwise law abiding women for witchcraft. Or maybe you’re a misunderstood person truly trying to rid the world of wicked witchery, and your victims are the real deal.
9) ….IN SPAAAACE You‘re a space monster hunter (alien? human in the future?) and you hunt space monsters. Not much else to it.
10) WILD Go nuts

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[Monster turned hunter, or monster being hunted. Your choice.]

[Wherever Joseph may be at this point in the nightmare, Ruvik is there. Singling him out, like a wolf going for the weakest member of the herd, zeroing in on the one with a limp.

He's deathly silent as he follows behind the man, that strange sway in his step, face obscured in shadow - but that white cloak, instantly recognizable.]

[ Joseph finds it difficult to breathe. He feels like each exhale is just too loud and will alert some Haunted or other monstrosity to his location. Slow, shallow. Always listening as he presses himself against the wall to look around the corner.

The buzzing in his head doesn't stop. Won't stop. He closes his eyes like that will help to block out the sound. More and more, he thinks of giving up, but --

His thoughts abruptly cease as he feels the hair on the back of his neck rise. It's nothing more than a feeling. The unease that one feels that they are being watched. He turns about to look and sees him.

He can almost feel the sweat start to slide down his neck as he rises from his crouched position. It's better to stand, he thinks. Even as his legs feel weak under him. His gloved fingers tighten around his notebook. ]

You're Ruvik, right? [ It's not spoken as a snide comment. Hardly spoken with any backing to it. Files he uncovered, notes he wrote down, audio logs -- everything comes to him and it means nothing. While knowledge helps him to know who stalks him, it doesn't offer him a means to survive. It only offers him a face and a name for what comes for him. And so he calls it out, because it is all that he has. ]

[Sebastian, Joseph, Juli. They're all such fun. Leslie has his uses and Jiminez will deeply regret his choices, but these three, they deserve their own brand of special treatment. There's dim light in the impossible space they're in: some kind of man-made tunnel connecting to a larger building, never existing in reality. The wraith of a man can see, in that dim light, a sheen on the back of Joseph's neck. Can see as he turns around, alone.

Vulnerable.

You're Ruvik, right?

Never before had he considered himself a megalomaniac, but hearing his self-dictated name with such apprehension and what he likes to think is fear strokes the ego like none other. Ruvik does not answer Joseph's question, only offers him a vague smirk. It's obvious that he knows. There's no need for useless words.

Ruvik does not stop walking, a balance in his step that contrasts the hideous image of his body. Wracked with physical torment, emaciated, a moving husk indeed. He approaches Joseph with the same speed as someone would on a casual stroll, unaffected by the filth, the decay and miasma that surrounds them. He's one with the plague, after all.]

What are your findings, detective?

[All taunting as he comes close, reaching out and tapping said notebook with two fingers as the high-pitched drone seems to maximize in volume, an insect chorus of millions, a surgical drill right in the ear all around them - and then he disappears from sight, abruptly. The screeching does as well, yet the silence that follows feels heavy, like it has a presence, like he's still very much there.]

[ The desire is in him to turn and run. But he can't bring himself to turn his back on the man -- it doesn't seem like that would be safe. It seems like that would make things much worse for him. He stands his ground and tips his chin up in a show of false bravado. ]

My --

[ Joseph starts but immediately he is brought to his knees. His fingers clench onto the notebook so that he does not lose it in the filth that he now kneels in. His head drops down to where he almost has his forehead in the mess, but he can't bring himself to care. He presses his free hand against his ear like that would block it out, like that would ease the pain. Agony rips through him, tears pieces out of his mind, his thoughts, his senses, his very being ... and then it is over.

Breathing heavy, gulping for air, he doesn't care that he sucks some of the disgust just inches from his face. He can't care. Tipping his head back, he starts speaking. Logic. Logic to ward off the emotions that churn up his throat. ]

I feel like you already know what my findings are. [ He closes his eyes as he sorts out his thoughts more. ] You're a victim trapped here like the rest of us, but you're also the one who made this world to begin with ... you control everything. Except for us. [ Us. He isn't alone. There's Kidman. There's Sebastian. He isn't alone here. ]

[The reaction is just what he wants. While not a mind-reader Ruvik feels that he can sense the thought process that roils through Joseph's mind. The apprehension, caution, fear, the disgust he feels yet forces himself to cope because there is no escape. Invisible now, Ruvik remains in the area, watching his victim from an unseen spot.

You're a victim. Oh, how nice it is for Joseph to care about him like that. To not screech at him for being such a monster, that he'll be stopped, as if he is some dragon from a storybook to break down by the knights in shining armor.

Joseph almost strokes his ego with those words, spoken calmly as a professional doctor - of which he is all too familiar with - and Ruvik reappears behind him, striding up slowly, quietly. He pauses directly behind Joseph, staring down at him with the dead eyes of a snake.]

That's what makes you so interesting to play with.

[Abruptly, willed into existence in an instant, a hugh blade swings through the tight corridor as if a trap has just been activated. Like some medieval device it goes back and forth, a pendulum of death, only inches from Joseph's head.]

You're my dependent variable.

Edited 2014-11-08 18:36 (UTC)

[up for anything except 4, and if 1, there's something going on the amateur crew is way out of their league.]

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