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Post by Ferr Aesir on Jun 3, 2016 22:30:29 GMT -6
The day was filled with a multitude of cool breezes with hints of natural aerosols such as pine trees and wild flowers. While the sun began to set in the east, a lone Hunter rode in towards the west at a slow pace. This hunter sat inside a three-wheeled vehicle on a dirt rode which trailed the footing of a wide mountain range. The region was reported to be the center of rather strange activate as of late. A number of miners had attempted to drill into the mountain yet found that all their equipment was destroyed before drilling. After each additional attempt more scrap and broken equipment was discovered. Leaving the company, and other mining agencies, to abandon the area. It was thought that Grimm were roaming the area at night. And when coming across this equipment, began to mindlessly break it. At least, that is what the report claimed. Ferr chalked this whole situation up to gangs or sabotage. For what reason would Grimm proactively halt humanities progress? But then again, what would a gang have to gain from the same actions? With few to no details, the Hunter began to approach the last drill site. A makeshift entryway fashioned with a wooden arc over the dirt road welcomed it's only guest. Ferr was also greeted with the site of broken trucks, burned trees, scattered metal, and trailers with large holes in them. As he parked his vehicle at the entrance, Ferr noted a number of holes and disturbances in the soil. After a moment of pause he sighed out, " Better not be a damn Deatheater." A Grimm that massive which likes to swim under the ground would be a likely enemy for an environment such as this. With caution, Ferr reached to his passenger seat and took into hand Gungnir and his shield. While the massive sword rested on his back, the shield was tightly attached to his arm. Marching forward with light feet, Ferr took in the scene before finding himself confused and in the center of a mystery. The only item which could possibly provide him with some sort of indication was the lone security camera which had been overlooking the area. Sadly this camera was now on the floor and in pieces. " This sucks. Couldn't just find an assignment that was straightforward. I wish dad were here. He is good with this kind of stuff." It was then that something caught the man's eye. Movement originating from the entryway caused him to spin around and arm himself. " Who is there?" His shield now raised and shifted to protect his mid-section and throat.
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Post by Altimeda Fontine on Jun 19, 2016 8:14:28 GMT -6
— 518 | —Several days earlier—
"Grimm attacking equipment isn't anything new, why's this any different?"
Altimeda leaned back in his desk, scroll laid flat on the surface with the speaker turned on. A contact referred to him by an old research assistant had been talking to him for some minutes now, trying to convince him to come along for some excursion into Pinnacle. He had the weekend planned with Mae and Mel, and bailing on his sisters for work was not something he was particularly keen. Necessity spoke volumes, but this did not sound like necessity: This sounded like a researcher whose equipment had been broken looking for revenge on the Grimm that had destroyed it.
"Deatheater ecology is not something we often get to study. I would be willing to pay you a fair sum of lien to acquire me some data."
"I got enough money to last me a good long time, kiddo," Altimeda shot back, rolling his eyes to the ceiling as he folded his hands behind his head. "I got plans this weekend. If you want an exterminator, I'm not your guy."
"There are still civilians in the area. If that Deatheater gets loose, it could cost lives."
Always with the civvies card. Fuck you, phone man. Heaving a heavy sigh, he swung his legs off the desk and leaned over his phone. "A'ight, buddy, fine. But you get to call my little sisters—both Huntresses, by the by—and tell them why their big brother isn't coming out for the weekend. And I'm sending them your address."
"How do you have my add—"
Click!
The old mining facility was decidedly abandoned, and the equipment within was completely defunct. It was plainly Grmm activity, the telltale marks of Barghest claws present nearly everywhere alongside a handful of other tracks. Resolhorsen's haft swung lazily to his side, ringer locked in place as he silently ghosted through the complex. His cloak had been turned inside out, green traded for gray in the interest of keeping his signature as light as possible.
Satisfied with the interior for the moment, he turned back towards the complex door and began lazily trudging up the stairs. A sense of Aura caught his attention, and he immediately silenced his footsteps, cursing himself for being careless enough not to check if anyone was outside. He waited for a moment, fingers crossing as he hoped—
"Who is there?"
Fuuuck me, good job asshole, he droned at himself, heaving an internal sigh and throwing his hands up in frustration. Altimeda flicked the switch that loose the ringer of Resolhorsen, preparing for the worst but setting a nonchalant smile on his face.
"Eyy, calm down now," he called out, amicably spreading his hands as he stepped out of the shadows of the doorway. He added, "Just here to check out the Grimm problems," as he cased his quarry, taking quick analysis of threat level. It seemed that the man was a Huntsman himself, and it was unlikely he would be an adversary, but until he was certain, a nugget of caution kept Altimeda ready for whatever came next.
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Post by Ferr Aesir on Jun 20, 2016 22:17:04 GMT -6
nineteen - twenty one i tried to write about your eyes but i ran out of cliches, i tried to say you plainly but there wasn’t enough truth, whoever invented this language didn’t anticipate you. + @tagged2 + Hopes it's fine. + more if u need | Ferr's eyes leered towards the cloaked target with great interest and care. Was this person another Hunter out here for a similar job by the mining corporation? In all honesty Ferr doubted it heavily. Though this character was dressed in a rougish manner, he did not emit a threatening aura. If anything the man was looking defensive with a wish to defuse the situation before it became a situation. Ferr remembered back to a time where someone wished to get the drop on him back in Vytal. However this did not feel the same. It also helped that the man willingly stepped out of the darkness and into view. It wasn't like that time at all. The potential for a fight was there. No mistake about it. Yet this was not really the time, place, nor atmosphere for such a thing.
Mirroring the stranger's actions, Ferr relaxed his shield arm and let out a sigh. "I understand Sir." A quick nod was given to the cloaked man as the younger one strolled over to the busted camera and took it into his hand. "I'd say welcome to the party. But we both missed it." The attempt of a joke did not get past his own sense of humor. A quick chuckle later and Ferr held onto a toothy grin before. The only video evidence he had was trashed-- useless even if he was good with computers and the like. Perhaps if there was a database in close-by? At this time he had his back turned to the new arrival with a knee on the ground. An easy and silent way to say someone trusted you-- enough for you to not kill them that is.
Ferr looked up and over his shoulder and began to speak seriously. "'Got pinned with what I thought was going to be an easy assignment. Said it was possibly Grimm. Looks like it too." Standing back on his two feet, Ferr turned around swiftly and lobbed the camera to his unnamed friend. "But I don't really know. I ain't the smartest man to walk this planet. However I do know that cameras tend to keep out of the way of normal operations. And are often hidden in small corners. No?" The question was rhetorical yet sounded very much on the sincere side. If what Ferr said was true, why would a beast got of the way to bring down and break a camera? "Not to mention all I see are the tracks but no packs. 'Making my day real dull."
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Post by Altimeda Fontine on Jun 25, 2016 6:43:50 GMT -6
— 233 | The Huntsman nodded. "Grimm plainly enough, textbook. Altimeda Fontine, by the way." Altimeda waited for any recognition of his name, then moved on. "Not a fan of the way this went down, though. Feels too focused, not like the random bullshit the Grimm usually tie to themselves."
He produced his scroll and began taking pictures, shaking his head disconcertedly as he cast his eyes over the scene. "Well, I'm here instead of spending time with my two little sisters, so we might as well make somethin' out of it," he grumbled bitterly, starkly missing Aeenmae's raucous laughter and Melanine's quiet giggles. "I got sent here 'cause I was told there was a civilian presence that needed to be safeguarded." He very pointedly swept his eyes over the landscape and surveyed with his hands. "Civvies everywhere, it seems."
He huffed an equally bitter, frustrated sigh and plopped down, swiping through the pictures he had taken and looking for some connection or piece of data that he had missed. "I dunno," he mused, flicking his eyes up to look at the other Huntsman, "definitely something weird going on here, but I don't have any intel on the situation yet." Altimeda flashed the pictures at the other man as he scrolled through them, hoping maybe that his perspective on Altimeda's viewpoint would stir up some new ideas. "D'you come here with any more information than me?"
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Post by Ferr Aesir on Jun 27, 2016 21:10:49 GMT -6
nineteen - twenty one i tried to write about your eyes but i ran out of cliches, i tried to say you plainly but there wasn’t enough truth, whoever invented this language didn’t anticipate you. + @tagged2 + + more if u need | Ferr nodded in recognition of the gentleman's identity. "Good to meet you. Ferr Aesir. Odin of the Aesir Clan." The man was professional in the way he spoke and operated. It pleased the warrior-type that someone of Altimeda's personality was also working on this case. Ferr took four steps towards the trailer, the mobile office that was being used by the mining company. Yet he turned and stopped. "Too focused?" He asked with confusion. Never has Ferr heard the word focused used to describe Grimm activity. There is a first time for everything he supposed. Scanning the area, Ferr could only comprehend the wild nature of the Grimm.
His train of thought was easily halted by Altimeda's side remark about his family. Though he felt venom and irritation coming from the older man, Ferr could tell he loved his sisters. It would be best to finish this up and get him on his way. Ferr would rather get shot than allow danger to befall Altimeda now. This new and sudden objective might cost Ferr, however he wouldn't stress on the small details like that right now. Plus the likely hood of combat or danger seemed slim to none. "I'll try and get you out of here soon enough Sir." The words were followed by a chuckle aimed towards Altimeda's sarcastic remark. "Well, they did try a few times to get set up. Plus if the Grimm get closer to a settlement than it would be bad."
It was then that something clicked in Ferr's mind. Intellect was not the strongest attribute the Hunter had. Yet he though of something strange. Perhaps even a clue. In order to hone in on the thought, Ferr stood still with his mouth propped open. A hand pointing to the sky, and eyes looking at the ground. Truly an odd poise. "Ye-n...Maybe? Oh gah fuck. Tsh. Why not when people were setting up? Why attack at night, in isolation, when it takes hours to prepare this equipment?" The words came out in a rush, as though Ferr would forget if they weren't said in that moment.
Looking at Altimeda and then the photos, Ferr rushed over and took hold of the device. He swiped through a small number of the photos but found something linking them all. "Is it just me, or is everything suffering the most damage related to the actual digging? Like only the diggers and drills are completely broken beyond repair? Sure the trucks and trailers are messed up, but at least some of them are salvageable." Ferr handed the device back and began to pace. "I was given intel that the acts were being conducted at night, or at least when no personnel were around to see the action. In addition to this, this same company has been trying to do this for months at several different sites. I'm guessing like not even that far apart from one another. So aside from the stupidity of having multiple sites all bunched up right after attacks...wouldn't there be at least a few hanging around? Plus where are they even coming from? I didn't see any Grimm tracks on the way in."
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Post by Altimeda Fontine on Jul 2, 2016 7:06:27 GMT -6
Brilliant. 283 | Altimeda blinked once, twice, and a third time, trying and failing to process the lunacy of what Ferr suggested. "You aren't suggesting they're carting Grimm in on the trucks?" It made even less sense when he said it out loud, but if he was honest, it fit the bizarre nature of the incidents.
A sudden flash of grand insight hit Altimeda, and he spoke; it was a near-clairvoyant, utterly enlightened sentiment that clearly suggested he had learned all their was to learn about the scene. Indeed, the words he spoke so confidently left no doubt that any mystery that could possibly have existed at the scene was completely shattered by his overwhelming, unrelenting brilliance.
"The fuck?"
With that earth-shattering revelation out of the way, Altimeda, fell silent, scanning over the images to see what else there was to find. Eventually, though, he could not contain his bewilderment and began to ponder aloud just as Ferr had been. "I don't like the smell of this," he muttered darkly, scanning his gaze around.
"Even the call I got sent here on was sketchy," he remarked grimly. "S'almost like they wanted us to find it, and that worries me more than anything that could be lurking in the shadows. I don't like being led around by the nose; I much prefer to be the one in charge of those lead strings."
He swung Resolhorsen around and settled the bell on the ground in front of him. His legs swung around the front and he sat on the bell, leaning into the haft and sighing. "I was promised research opportunity, and more and more this feels like less of a research expedition and more of an ambush."
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Post by Ferr Aesir on Jul 3, 2016 20:49:03 GMT -6
nineteen - twenty one i tried to write about your eyes but i ran out of cliches, i tried to say you plainly but there wasn’t enough truth, whoever invented this language didn’t anticipate you. + @tagged2 + + more if u need | Ferr didn't care whether or not his new assosiate carred about his theory. Though it did seem as though Altimeda was thinking really hard about it. As the older hunter began processing the information and idea Ferr presented, the young man began to jog deeper into the mining site. Keeping his ears open for Altimeda. He began to look around and picked the least damaged truck. Easily fifty feet in length. It's latch had been blown open by what appeared to be a small explosive.
The charge had most likely have been placed on the lock and detonated from a distance. Black scorch marks made the hypothesis legitimate. Quickly Ferr drew his sword and tossed the hatch open. Expecting at least five or more monsters. However there were none. Nothing in that dark container of metal. What worried Ferr the most was the evidence Grimm had been there. Claw and bite marks, along with warps caused by bashing, all along the metal. The most disturbing thing however were the bloodstains Ferr made out. These dark and dried clusters caused Ferr to break an emotional sweat. "Fontine. I think we should call back our contacts. This isn't right. Not ad'all."
If this was to be an ambush, than what was the aim? To kill them? Pick a few Hunters and just take them out for kicks? No that seemed vastily to simple to Ferr. But maybe that was the beauty of the design. Just to kill. The thought caused a chill to sweep down Ferr's spine. His tilted his head to look into the thicket right beside the mountain and behind the truck. Ferr though he spotted something.
A darker backdrop than the rock and earth should have been. Taking a few steps closer and narrowing his eyes allowed Ferr to spot what he thought was the entrance to a cave. "Is that a tunnel?" He asked himself and began to jog back to Altimeda. "Oi. Think found something you might want to see. That truck over there was obviously used to hold Grimm." Ferr pointed before licking his lips and breaking into a cold sweat. "I think people were used to bait them into it. There is blood everywhere. And I saw a tunnel into the mountain's side. Should we investigate?"
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Post by Altimeda Fontine on Jul 9, 2016 7:15:35 GMT -6
Once more, unto the breach! 238 | "Call back my contact?" Altimeda laughed out, cracking a sarcastic smile. "Like hell. I expect that guy is knee-deep in a shit storm fueled by two very angry little girls who didn't get to see their brother this weekend because of his 'urgent' call. He doesn't want to hear from me, and I'm fine with that." Altimeda shook his head and lurched forward, begrudgingly getting to his feet.
He accompanied Ferr on the man's trip to investigate the truck, and lo and behold, the insanity was proven true. "Tch. Idiots. I've seen what happens when people try and use Grimm as weapons. Never ends well for anyone involved." There was a twist to his voice of an unknown sort, but he did not seem interested in addressing it.
"Should we go investigate? Yeah, probably." He nodded sagely, folding his hands at his waist. "Do I want to? Fuck no. But I'm sure as hell not leaving here without at least figuring out what's going on. If my time was completely wasted, I'mma go find that sniveling little creep and give him my own two cents on what I think about his job."
With no flourish or flare, Altimeda reached back and swung Resolhorsen off its clasp and around, letting it settle on his shoulder. He approached the tunnel Ferr pointed out, and, with a regal bow and extended arm, purred, "After you, milord," in his best mock-noble voice.
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