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RULE UPDATE [8/5/2022]
Good afternoon. The character above you is hiding. Why? Maybe they're planning on ambushing your character, or they're playing hide-and-seek, or perhaps they just want to be left alone. What does your character do about this predicament? Do they find the character above? What'll happen if they do?
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The farm is Hayes's entire purpose. He was born from the hay grown here, he breathes to protect it... Well, honestly, he's not sure why he breathes, nor does he really care how it happened. All he cares about is this land. It must stay safe from all intruders, be them crows of reckless teens. So when he saw the faint sliver of someone running into the corn fields, he didn't hesitate to track them.
Whether due to not being human or living on farms for so long, Hayes had no troubles navigating the labyrinth that was simply corn. He recalled where he'd seen the first movement and followed the trail of slightly bent stalks and footsteps until he found a young woman hiding in the middle of the field. Her arms were bandaged and bloody, and she looked liked she'd been running. Unfortunately, that was not his concern.
"You. Do not. Belong. On. This land," Hayes rasped and grabbed her arm firmly. "Land is. For farmer. And. Farm animals. You. Are not. Any. Of those. You. Must leave. And. Not. Return." He was just about to drag her away when he heard something else. Birds flew overhead and he snapped his head in the opposite direction they flew. Although he could not see them, he could hear more footsteps in the field: more than one person, and all of them heavy. They were people that had been chasing Sienna, but to Hayes they were more intruders that would damage the crops far more. He made a noise between a groan of frustration and confusion and looked at Sienna. Which one should he prioritize?
The snap of one of the corn stalks answered for him.
"Leave," was all he told her as he let her go. His hand lazily went under his overall to pull out a hand scythe. He would protect this land.
"HAYES!!! There you are! I'VE BEEN LOOKING FOR YOU!??" Shadow Boss marches over to them and grabs them roughly. Then and shakes them. "DO YOU KNOW HOW DANGEROUS IT IS FOR YOU TO BE OUT HERE!??" As he continues to violently shake them. "WE COULD HAVE LOST YOU!!? I COULD HAVE LOST.... DO YOU EVEN UNDERSTAND!??" Then shoves their face into his chest as he hugs them ever so tightly. To the point of suffocation if one could suffocate. Thank god mister Hayes didn't feel pain, or perhaps he did? But Shadow Boss was certainly too darn rough with them. He places his chin ontop of Hayes' cute lil farmer's hat and nuzzles his chin down on him. Then tries to 'coo' Hayes. Petting his straw like hair and knapsack head. The boss finally releases his tight grasp and sets mister Hayes free. He crouches down so he could meet eye to eye with the scarecrow, "We have to leave now okay buddy? The fire has breached here. Land. The firefighters couldn't slow it down... Fire very bad. Fire will swallow up land... Come with Shadow Boss." Shadow Boss takes Hayes' hand. "Come. Quickly." That's when he noticed a crow just chilling inside there. Perhaps Hayes was just trying to get the crow away... Shadow Boss quickly shoos the crow away out of the tool shed. "See. Crow all gone now." Then walks the strange creature out of the decrepit shed and far away from this farm.
(OMG! How'd i missed this reply! that was so gooood! DAYUM. dude... of course shadow boss be listening to her after this. she straight up just whacked him in the head and told him to stop fooling around. LMAO!)
One who can fade into shadow, and another one who can become fog itself. Violet didn't expect much from Shadow Boss, but damn, was trying to find him a pain in the ass. He was a jokester, dare say a little bit of an asshole, but she could bear that much -- what she couldn't bear was the not-so-obvious. His team needed him, though, and she was determined to drag him back kicking and screaming if need be. Still, the more she walked around, the harder it seemed to find him. Maybe it was best to pretend she was never there at all.
So, there was a bat. Not fog. Not this time, it was too tiring to keep up the mist. Only about hand-sized, with pale brown fur and wings -- the bat was completely ordinary.
It knew a bit too much, though. Obviously. Landing nearby on the forest floor once it noticed a pair of glowing red eyes and a figure emerging from the darkness, it observed patiently until Shadow Boss was whole and towering again, and so then it transformed, morphing unnaturally and obscenely from bat to human. And immediately upon becoming human, it -- she -- reached up and grabbed the nape of Shadow Boss' neck. Or tried to. She was nearly two feet shorter than him, but it was clear that the height difference wasn't going to intimidate her, her lip curled into a sharp scowl.
"You little bastard." the older woman grumbled, "Making me go out looking for you -- they're needing you to get back and get some work done! Bah..."
"Come on. Off your ass, and let's go back." Violet turned again, back into the now bizarre little bat she was before, and crawled onto Shadow Boss' head. "That'a way, boy. Before you get your ass in more trouble than it probably already is."
Truth be told, it is far from the first time Hason has found people trespassing in areas of the castle where they simply did not belong. Whether they were simply a stray passersby or a directionally disoriented guest to the castle, it made little difference to Hason personally. Unlike perhaps the more anal Knight Captain, Carlton, and his own brother, General Heinrich, Hason finds he doesn’t mind as much. Most trespassers are met with a similar calm reaction each time and sent on their way.
It’s that same reaction that Hason has when he walks into his office, closing the door behind him and looking up around the room and jumping slightly when he realizes that it is not empty. Not in the slightest. Green eyes widen slightly as they meet deep blue eyes, hand hesitating as he’d reached for the oil lantern on the wall.
“Oh!” He utters, taking a moment to stare before moving. Even in the shadows of the room, it’s not hard to make out the figure huddled in the shadows, one that he swiftly realizes is familiar in two ways. The first, being that this certainly was Miss Blacach, the very same he’d nearly bowled into once before, and one of the esteemed guests in Arlin’s palace.
The second thing that strikes as so very familiar is the fear in her eyes. It is subtle, something that without his years of experience he might’ve missed. Regardless it didn’t change that she was here, hiding in his office. He immediately glances around. Listening carefully at the door he just shut before backing off and returning his attention to the lantern lighting a flame within and turning the nib so the flame remains low. It still bathes the room in a slight warm light, illuminating both Hason’s features and the features of his surprise guest.
“I can lock the door if you would like,” his voice is soft, moreso now that he hadn’t even turned to look at Isolde. When he does finally turn, his expression is angled closer to concern, green eyes flicking over her, searching for clues to ascertain her need to hide.
Unfortunately, he finds little to indicate her reasoning so he sighs.
“I won’t press as to why you’ve hidden yourself here, miss. But I will assure you if you need a brief sanctuary here, you are welcome to it.” Hason walks to his desk the long way around, giving Isolde a wide berth from in her chosen hiding spot. Pulling his sword, scabbard and all from his belt, he rests it against the desk next to him, fingers lingering on the hilt for a moment before he folds them on the desk.
“However, if you’d like to sit in a chair, you’re more than welcome to,” The old knight gestures to the few chairs in the room, a little worn, but comfortable homemade things. His gaze focuses on Isolde again and he hums. Worn and calloused hands reach into his surcoat and produce a key. Hason sets it on the desk, sliding it in Isolde’s direction before gesturing to a large wardrobe.
“Or, if you’d prefer, you may hide yourself in my weapons storage. Should have room enough for you if need be. Well, that and enough weapons too, heh.”
@ NP: Hason doesn’t have much a need to hide typically, though would certainly do it as training for his charges. In one more recent case however, he has gone into hiding due to the Prince Consort starting a coup with a sleeping poison ahaha. Do whatever works best though!
ANOTHER follow up on an old bump message hehe. I hope you don't mind :3c
It would be considered extremely bad luck that Hason was caught in his night clothes when the screaming and fires started, fists banging on his front door. The baying of these men for his life. His heart thunders as adrenaline drives him into the basement, where armor he hasn’t worn in years rests.
He needs time he doesn’t have right now. Unless Hason wants to run into the fray immediately, he doesn’t much fancy being killed as a martyr wearing his pajamas. It doesn’t take him very long to barricade the door. There was a lot to don in the moment, and he would take every moment given to him. Satisfied with his work, he rushes to get dressed.
He tries not to think about the blood on the streets, the cries of terrified innocents, the sounds of blades on flesh. He can almost hear it.
Hason pauses, looking towards the barricaded door. The sounds of men dying is far closer than he had expected. He settles for less armor than he’d like before grabbing his sword and slipping further into the shadow’s of the basement, readying his weapon as the noises get closer. The doors blasting open make him flinch, a hand raising to shield his face from splinters of wood that certainly, the required battering ram to get in would’ve caused.
There’s no rain of wooden remains of the door, and as soon as Hason looks bewilderedly towards the door, he locks eyes with Ren. A shiver, more instinctual than anything, rattles down his spine, but despite it all, it’s good to at least see a familiar face. Even if he’d normally be trying to punch said familiar face. He doesn’t really even notice how odd it was that the man was alone, and that his eyes were glowing in the darkness.
Too bewildered and shocked to get angry and snap at Ren, Hason blinks and shakes his head, his hands easing from their tense grip on his sword.
“I was… in a bad spot this evening. Needed all the time I could to prepare.” He gestures vaguely to his armor, where through some bits and pieces of it, someone might spot his night clothes underneath.
Hason’s eyes widen as he’s hauled to his feet, but he’s quick to recover, turning to the hallway littered in blood and bodies as Ren nods to it. Immediately, the old knight grimaces and looks back to Ren, or perhaps more accurately at that blade of his. “I can see that you’ve covered that. I am ready now, if not a little surprised, but who isn’t in circumstances like these.” Hason grunts and moves closer to the door. His expression flickers at the mention of another individual and he seems to understand.
“I see. We can make this quick then, I assure you.” Hason reaches into a pocket and hands Ren a relatively smooth stone, like one someone might pick up off of a river bank. Curious markings have been carved into it. “Last she sent something on that stone, she was close to the city center. Not sure why she’s gone there, but if she sends another sending it’ll come through there.” The old knight gestures to the stone in Ren’s hand before sighing. He may not particularly like Ren, or the relationship the other has with his daughter, but Hason appreciated that fact that he not only cared enough to go after her, but to help an old grumpy knight like himself, who had only ever been rather rude to Ren as of late.
“Thank you… truly.”
“Well, aren't you in a bit of a pickle?” Krampus manifested itself out of Hatchet’s fresh blood that pooled on the floor. Forming his body, first in a liquid state before shifting in a more physical one.
“Hey, it's me. The Devil,” he said as he held out his hand to the captain. A wicked smile on his face.
“It's a good thing you sheltered here behind those crates. Your enemies are still out there, cap’, looking for you,” he reassured. Flicking his gaze from the direction Hatchet had come from. “They eagerly want to finish their job. But worry not, I am on your side.”
Krampus knelt beside Hatchet. His hand reached for one of the fresh wounds, his fingers poking the irritated skin around it.
“I've always been a big fan of your work,” he mused. “From running a fighting club for dweebs to running around with guns sponsored by the big fellows,” he said. “You’ve always had a knack for violence. And that violence gave me a stack of paperwork,” he said. Before letting out his breath in a whistle. “A stack I reassure you!”
He leaned back. “So how about I repay you the favour, I get you back up on your feet. Guide your hands a little, let you hunt those fellows out there like a terrier hunts rabbits,” he said as he gestured over his shoulder with his thumb. “And in return, you give me your little pipsqueak, дама?”
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Prompt for np but feel free to ignore it.
He was hiding behind the wall of his office cubicle. His eyes were pinned to the water tap, his tail nervously twitching. There was someone else using that tap. The CEO of whatever company he’d found himself in. Krampus really craves a ‘fresh’ glass of water; that had been sitting there in the tank for weeks, but the sight of the boss had forced him into hiding.
(I AM SO LATE BUT THEIR DYNAMIC IS MY FUCKING FAVORITE)
It was a shame.
Just a couple miles away from a prestigious private school was Barry, a young man with so much promise. He was a strong athlete that carried his football and basketball teams to the top, his grades were near perfect because of his constant studies, his photography won contests and hearts alike, and every dream he could ever have was funded by the most supportive family. He gave all that luck back in the form of charity. In fact, that's where he'd been headed just now, the soup kitchen to help the less fortunate. It worked in his favor, as he liked to practice cooking there too, and often got great feedback.
Yet Barry stopped short a block away, with a golden rose growing out of his bloody chest.
Already the scene was swarming with police and several detectives focused purely on the Midas Killer case. Every inch was observed, yet there was nothing pointing to where the killer ran off to. With how quickly they were able to get to the scene, however, there was no way the killer could be too far away.
And it was true. Fabricio was in a dark, secluded area that hid him from wandering eyes. Maybe it was to observe his work, or maybe it was to wait for things to die down before he could get further away. No matter the reason, he wouldn't be spotted easily thanks to the lighting and the convenient cover of the... pink... plant...?
Almost as if on cue, the plant began to shake and rumble. Then it melted into a pink puddle. Then the puddle grew and solidified into...
"Hey! What are you doing here?" beamed Dudley. For someone who had just materialized out of nowhere, he seemed very easygoing at the moment. He yawned and stretched then resumed smiling widely at his friend. "Do you come here for naps too? Isn't it so comfy? It's right next to this tasty restaurant so it smells really good." He sniffed the air and sighed dreamily. Would if he could for going to that restaurant to eat, but he'd gotten kicked out for not paying last time.
Spotting the dozens of flashing blue and red lights at the crime scene, Dudley practically yelled, "What's going on over there??"
He's hiding in the corner to ambush you into going to Red Lobster with him :)
Claim PicklePantry (I hope this is ok it’s been months since I’ve done a thread like this)
Being able to thrive in a small space was a survival skill 6s unfortunately had to teach herself. Though, she wasn’t expecting to use it right now.
6s has had her fair share with sudden ambushes and approaches, but she never expected to be ambushed into asking to go to Red Lobster. She laughs, “is this some sort of joke?”
It was not a joke.
Standing in front of 6s was a man with the pallete of that of a crab— ironic, they would assume. 6s giggles at the absurdity of the situation; she was assuming this would be her last moments. No: a shapeshifting crab just wanted to go to Red Lobster. The man looked eager, and well, just happy to be there. She couldn’t say no.
She laughs again. “Alright, alright, fine. I’ll go to Red Lobster with you.” She points a finger, “Though, we are splitting checks. Deal?”
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Np: 6s doesn’t often hide, but when she does, shit has gone through the roof. If anything, she’d be hiding from meeple executives (see her profile) or someone hired to take her out. If anything, just keep it in character and have fun with it!