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Hunting 101 - Class 4 (Wednesday period 7)
When the students entered the Danger Shop, they found themselves standing on the side of a deserted highway at night time.
John was leaning against the same black car from the last time. "Welcome to Lone Pine Highway. The one mile stretch beginning just past that curve has had an inordinate amount of disappearances, going back decades. There have also been stories, told by people who've travelled this highway, about seeing a dark sinister figure on a black horse. Some of the stories go so far as to talk about the figure galloping after them brandishing a sword. Digging deeper into the area's local folklore, you would find a tale of a highwayman hung on a tree somewhere along this road back in Colonial times. His bones are said to be buried among the roots of the tree.
"Your assignment is to lay this ghost to rest without getting yourselves killed or injured." He looked around at the gathered students seriously. "Unlike the last ghost you faced, this one is very aggressive and dangerous and will attack you on sight. Keep that in mind and act accordingly.
"Also unlike last week, I'm allowing you to decide how to group yourselves in going after this ghost. You can pair up with whom you will, or even go in groups of three or four, or if you're feeling particularly brave -- or foolhardy -- you can attempt this alone. Although," John smiled slightly, "I wouldn't reccomend the latter.
"You'll find a large assortment of weapons and equipment in the trunk of this car; when you have chosen your group, choose what you think you'll need to defend yourselves and get the job done."
John leaned back against the hood of the car with a grin. "If there are no questions, you may begin when ready."
[OOC:wait for the OCDs are up]
John was leaning against the same black car from the last time. "Welcome to Lone Pine Highway. The one mile stretch beginning just past that curve has had an inordinate amount of disappearances, going back decades. There have also been stories, told by people who've travelled this highway, about seeing a dark sinister figure on a black horse. Some of the stories go so far as to talk about the figure galloping after them brandishing a sword. Digging deeper into the area's local folklore, you would find a tale of a highwayman hung on a tree somewhere along this road back in Colonial times. His bones are said to be buried among the roots of the tree.
"Your assignment is to lay this ghost to rest without getting yourselves killed or injured." He looked around at the gathered students seriously. "Unlike the last ghost you faced, this one is very aggressive and dangerous and will attack you on sight. Keep that in mind and act accordingly.
"Also unlike last week, I'm allowing you to decide how to group yourselves in going after this ghost. You can pair up with whom you will, or even go in groups of three or four, or if you're feeling particularly brave -- or foolhardy -- you can attempt this alone. Although," John smiled slightly, "I wouldn't reccomend the latter.
"You'll find a large assortment of weapons and equipment in the trunk of this car; when you have chosen your group, choose what you think you'll need to defend yourselves and get the job done."
John leaned back against the hood of the car with a grin. "If there are no questions, you may begin when ready."
[OOC:
Re: Pick a partner or group
Enough! Hot lady. Needin' a partner. Oh, yeah. Time for the man to get his swerve on.
Sokka smoothed his hair back and gave Liz a big smile as he rummaged around in the trunk. "Hi, there. Wanna be buddies?" he asked smoothly.
He came up with a a heavy fireplace poker, which he stuck in his belt; matches, lighter fluid, and a canister of salt that all went into his bag; and a shotgun, which he shouldered with glee. After a few seconds of lip-biting thought, he also tossed a bunch of shotgun shells in his bag.
Re: Pick a partner or group
Re: Pick a partner or group
Sokka pulls a machete out of the trunk, weighs it in his hand, and then ends up putting the poker back.
Then, a half second later, he takes the poker again and puts the machete back.
"No, no..."
He looks from poker to machete, machete to poker, and ends up putting the poker and shotgun in his bag and holding the machete.
"Are you ready to go?" he asks Liz. "Let's rock this thing."
Re: Pick a partner or group