CARRY ON MY WAYWARD SON

[socktasm]

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) CHARTREUSE POINT You’re a monster hunter in some sort of unspecified Victorian or Edwardian year. Needless to say, you job description involves a lot of fainting couches, waifs, and elegant neck stretching. Embrace the gothic horror clichés, 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) SHADETRAPPERS So now you're some kind of sexy twentysomething with special powers, and you hunt down demons! At least, I think its demons. Definitely totally different from Buffy!!!

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) 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?

11) WILD Go nuts

Comments

Sonny Ponder | OC | OTA

[trashgarbage]

[a trashy, joyously murderous vampire! so nice.]

Swamp Thing | DC Comics

[houmaprotector]

[He's good for 10- otherwise feel free to use him as a monster you want to hunt.]

OH MY GOD <3

[gazeatchaos]

[ Wading through the woods after a heavy rain isn't everyone's cup of tea. Frankly that's what brings Ritchie out so far: the solitude. There's plenty to explore in regards to rumors of suspicious activity. Being a short distance to campus, he figures he can't allow another nebulous threat to close in on his occupation.

His drive is intact, his fear quashed by a couple of light sedatives...

...then comes the next downpour of rain. ]

Absolutely fantastic.

[ Ritchie pulls the hood of his raincoat up higher over his head seeming to forget the general moisture of, well, everything has long since flattened his unruly hair. The equipment he carries, a camera and some notebooks, are much more worthy of the raincoat's protection anyway. He proceeds on, flashlight in hand and gear at the ready should he need to document any immediate findings. ]

(( I hope it's okay I don't have a specific number in mind? We can spin this any way you want if you're game. I'm sure Ritchie's not stomping around very carefully, so if Swamp Thing wants to stomp his ass please feel free. ))

:D YESSS

[houmaprotector]

[Alec Holland is used to the rain. The parliament of trees closest bond is with the parliament of vapors. One nourishes the other. So Alec finds himself reasonably contented even as the rain roars around him. The Green comes alive during the rain, it opens leaves and plants and flowers and he feels that electric sort of alive he's gradually getting used to.

It helps. It helps when he thinks about the people who are hiding toxic chemicals out in this swamp. Human beings. (The Green overwhelms what little remains of his humanity at moments like this. The green and the vapors are in congress and he has no patience for humanity's pretenses at control) He was summoned and he paces through the swamp, a grim mound of plant matter and creepers, a few flowers sprouting wild from his shoulder and head.

Ridiculous.

He's focused on his pursuits just as a splashing interrupts his musings. His own hunting.

human. Only a human would be that loud.

He can't tell if it's the academics (Somewhere, sometime much later when Alec digests this his annoyance will be palpable. Come on guys, really? You needed funding that bad?) and their toxic chemicals. So.

He moves toward the sound and summons creepers who are all too happy to crawl after the human, reaching for their arms and legs.]

((I'm open to it! Some sort of team up or perhaps he's free to freak out. This is gonna be great!))

/sings a disney ballad about finding you or something

[gazeatchaos]

[ It's rough terrain for sure, but nothing some bigfoot hunting recreational hiking hasn't prepared him for. So far there's no sign of anything living-- well, conscious anyway. The plants and trees do nothing for him in terms of company, so they're welcome to stay and he'll keep them at a distance. It doesn't even cross his mind to avoid stepping on anything be it a twig or some form of flora. It's all ground after all. His sights are ahead of him, equal to his own height.

That is until he stumbles over something coming across his path and nearly ends up face-first in the mud. His hands are quicker, fortunately, and he braces himself only inches from the ground. ]

Son of a bitch, man.

[ This low to the ground every snap and shift in the soil is apparent, perhaps even enhanced by imagination. His heart beats faster despite the medication designed to slow it down and he remains crouched low, eyes darting in all directions around him. ]

...Might have caught up with something faster than I thought.

(( Heck yeah! I'm excited to see where this goes c: ))

Alec is kinda Beast sans castle and kidnapping innit he.

[houmaprotector]

[Hmn.

He's close now, a great hulking shadow moving surprisingly quietly through the water. In the rain he's just a large shifted tree. A cold wind blows and Alec watches.

Hmn. It's not one of the scientists. (Still bitter about that. Ugh. Eco-terrorism to pay the bills guys? Really?). It's just a human. An awkward human moving uncomfortably through his territory.

It's child's play to ask the roots of the trees to participate. They're slow, taking their time, moving to wrap around feet and ankles and hold him in place for judgement and if they happen to drag him under, well.

Alec won't hold it against them.]

gotta amp up your real estate game, bruh

[gazeatchaos]

[ By the time his head turns to acknowledge what has grabbed a hold of his ankles his wrists are tied down to the soil. His entire body tenses, wriggling violently against the restraints. This is definitely beyond anything he expected.

Probably something for the book assuming he can ever get to it again. ]

Shit, shit, shit!

[ Feeling himself sinking into the ground is a bit too literal of a sign for imminent death. Ritchie scrambles to think: a spell or something that can get him out of such a bind. Mumbling the incantation to himself in a broken tone that lacks proper focus, he only summons electric sparks that briefly cause the roots to retreat. It's enough for him to break free and run like a bat out of hell straight for the water.

He doesn't quite make it. Instead he collides head-on with something solid. It might almost be considered pleasantly spongy and floral had it not been for the hulking size and ominous shadow it casts--

and the smell.

He stays perfectly still on his back, dazed from impact, while squinting up at the... vague shape of a human body. It's not quite right and surely whatever it is doesn't seem to project any kind of nurturing Mother Earth vibe. ]

...Aaaa... nice evening?

Plant castles are for Abby only :(

[houmaprotector]

[Alec feels the human collide with him and bares his teeth. It threw sparks and errant sparks, even in all this wet are upsetting.

He could reach for.him, or, he could quietly, very quietly, grow a semi-circle of twisted vines together, trying a green thumb at cutting off his escape.]

Very.

[his voice sounds like wood scraped over stone]

For me. Not for humans. Are you with the school?

[one of those professors trying to make a quick buck by burying things in the green that'd don't go there.]

Ryo Asuka | Devilman | OTA

[godsformerfavorite]

[I'd prefer 1, 3, or 10, but anything is good!]

James Howlett | Marvel-12025 | OTA, M/M for shipping

[moosevelt]

[ Basically part of his canon occupation, tbqh. Can be played when he's still Governor-General of Canada and regularly slays monsters, or as one of his adventures through the multiverse. ]

Totally ok with shipping.

[iceed]

Bobby had been shipped to Canada to help take care of a beasty there that he had minimal information about. "All will be explained once you get there," Xavier had been sure to quell the teenager's fears. Bobby was 18, so he could come and go as he pleased, but this was a special mission that required his special set of mutant powers.

Arriving at the airport, Bobby met the person holding his last name and followed the gruff man to whatever vehicle was awaiting him. The teen was starting to feel pretty important.

caleb widogast | critical role

[potential]

Wolfgang Mozart | Amadeus | OTA

[18th_century_rockstar]

Yoon Bum ▻ Killing Stalking

[fragilesoul]

Remus Lupin | Harry Potter

[twelvelonelyyears]

Heinrich Requiem | Requiem Vampire Knight

[enjoyinghell]

[ Just you fucking try it. ]

Mine Oshiro | original

[teamon]

[Is it cheating to hunt a monster who wants to be hunted, deep down?]

franky c | the punisha

[oorah]

Shigeo "Mob" Kageyama | MP100

[mobbu]

Kit | Predator 2 | OTA

[ugly_space_kitty]

[#9 is a given, but can mix and match!]

[stalkingyou]

This swampy, wet backwater death trap of a planet wasn't that pleasant to trek around on - but this was not meant to be a vacation. This was a training exercise. Indeed, it would put both her and her companion to the test. Che'n discovered this not long after she climbed out of the orbital drop pod. The incessant wet atmosphere was messing with what little tech she was allowed on this trip, including her cloaking device. In order to keep it from shorting out permanently, she decloaked and made a note to look over her systems once she had adequate shelter.

First, she had to find her clan-brother.

They had gotten dropped off to work together on this assignment. The pair had known each other since they were pups and were determined to become blooded together. It was not uncommon for either of them to have some friendly competition and egg each other on to improve their skills.

The region they had been dropped in was thick with swampy forests with both hostile plant life and wildlife. Even the air was thick and heavy. Daytime was hot and humid while nights cooled off considerably in contrast. A place perfect for teaching survival to young hunters such as themselves, preparing for the kainde amedha chiva, the blooding hunt.

Che'n lowered her arm after doing a system diagnostic on her gauntlet. At least her temperature controlled body mesh was functioning as it should or this would be way more uncomfortable than it was. As unblooded, her and Kit were allowed only the basic of gear and weaponry. To survive this, they would have to use all of their wits and skill to prove they were worthy to their elders.

Oh, they were worthy. Che'n new this. She was not going to fail and neither was her clan-brother. She would never allow that. They were going to celebrate complete victory after this was over.

With a swift agility and silence that belied her size, Che'n took to the trees so that she could search for her friend from higher ground - as well as be watchful for hazards.

[ugly_space_kitty]

Kit's pod had a rough landing, dropping him in something akin to a pond after knocking into a tree. His gear had survived, as had he, but it had taken a rather chilly swim to get to the nearest set of roots where he had quickly dragged himself up out of the deadly waters. The trees weren't much safer, but they were definitely warmer, the broad fronds overhead acting like a greenhouse.

Che'n was supposed to be nearby, and Kit hoped her landing was less unpleasant than his own. He wouldn't be surprised if one of the older members of their clan had set his to drop in the water, either as a test or just to make things more unpleasant for the young unblooded.

At least the air was hot, and as he shook off the water, his mesh started to compensate for the temperature differences and regulate. He hadn't earned his combistick yet, but he had the next-best thing as his training spear telescoped to match his height. A tap to his hip verified that his smart disc was at his side and everything seemed to be in place. He narrowed his eyes behind his mask as his pod gurgled and sank too far into the soft muddy bottom of the pond to be recovered.

The plan had been to team up with Che'n and get their new trial out of the way, bringing them both one step closer to the true Hunt. They were strong on their own, they had long ago proven that, but now they were to prove they were far more than double their worth when working together. When they were done, he would have rights to learn who had tampered with his pod. He might lose that fight, but it would be worth the scars. After this was over.

Crouched on the tree limb, he looks around and spies a few things wiggling to get out of sight in the area around him. As expected, there were plenty of dangers even where a Yautja might feel most comfortable. His gear was still too wet in all the humidity to even attempt raising his cloak, so he doesn't even bother as he initiates a scan, and heads in the direction of his clan-sister's landing.

[stalkingyou]

It didn't take long for Che'n to do a quick perimeter around her landing site. Kit was supposed to be landing not far from her location and she figured that she'd come across his pod soon enough in her widening search pattern. When she eventually found it, she wasn't expecting it to be mostly sunk in a swampy lake. She quickly scanned the waters around the pod, changing views on the HUD of her bio helm - until she was satisfied that her friend wasn't still beneath the murky depths trapped or otherwise.

It took another few minutes of scouting around the lake until she found Kit's heat traces after exiting the water. It appeared that he had taken to the trees as well. She started to pursue the fading trail, leaping from thick branch to thick branch. It was almost like the stalking games they used to play as pups, but in this case, there was danger of death if one wasn't too careful.

Ah...there he was. He hadn't gone too far, but she saw that he had been heading in the direction of her landing site. Che'n halted and crouched on a branch on the next tree over and above the other Yautja, making an effort to be as quiet as possible. She was immensely pleased and relieved that he seemed to be in one piece. Plucking a hard ball like growth from the bark of the tree she was perched on, she tossed it at Kit, rewarded by the loud metallic clink sound it made when it hit his bio helm.

Once she got his attention, there would be no hiding the slightly muffled, clicking rumble of laughter behind her helm.

[ugly_space_kitty]

Kit is sitting still on the branch, he hasn't noticed his stealthy sibling coming from his flank. He's studying the area since he hasn't seen movement, and then something very intentionally clinks against his helmet...

Only an elder, or Che'n, would see the very slight flinch from the unexpected impact. There's an annoyed chitter from him, before his head very pointedly and slowly turns to look right in her direction.

"No, great Elder, I do not know how my graceful clanmate impaled herself upon her own quiver during a training exercise." He growls at her, the teasing narrowing of his eyes would be obvious from the way he shook his dreads at her.

[stalkingyou]

Che'n's rumble of laughter ended in a snort at her sibling's words.

With a light hop - she dropped down onto the branch next to the other yautja, confident that the large sturdy branch would support them. The female was a few inches taller than her companion, and on the lanky side for one of her kind. But she possessed a lean wiry strength in her powerful frame. She tossed her head, still making a suspicious rattling hiss behind her helm for a few moments. That had been highly amusing.

"I see you went for a brief swim, brother." She trilled at him after she stopped snickering. "Interesting landing I take it?" She wasn't making fun of him with that statement - she was merely pleased that he was unharmed and ready to hunt with her.