- RP Date
- YE 44
- RP Location
- Winsonville
((To RP in this thread you do not have to have an approved character, you do not have to ask me to join. This is an Open Roleplaying thread I am GMing. Just post a black panel and I am happy.
Character Requirements: No minimum rank, Shosa is max rank, Star Army SAINT personnel only (analysts, operatives, and wiki listed NPCs not being played are all okay).))
Planet Yamatai
Forests Outside of Winsonville
"Keep up." said the Taii in front of Pano.
Pano Uma groaned, "Sorry if I love myself and I would rather be doing something useful with my time." The yellow headed and well-muscled Nitô Heisho looked absolutely miserable. Despite it being 5:30 am Kyoto time, the large team of SAINT operatives and analysts had been pulled from the already disheveled ranks of blue and black to pull on some waders and slop around in the mud. Now they each stood a few feet apart in a grid pattern with bags and buttpacks over their with their eyes to the ground they slopped through.
"Ugh, you're-" murmured the operative Uma had been wading through the mud right next to. Before he could respond, the person to the right of Pano Uma laughed in response to her.
"I didn't join SAINT to pick up dog shit or whatever this is." They said with a toughened expression of someone used to wading through it, "but orders are orders. Bag it and tag it, Miss!"
There were in a swampy clearing that was usually the meadow within the forests of Winsonville. Once an arid bed of wildflowers and tall grasses in between the haunting blood trees of the forest around them, it had changed as of late. In the last month localized landscape in this clearing had gone from a sweet looking flower meadow to a newly barren swamp.
And within the wettened earth, little red orange globules had appeared. In the light they shone like opaque gems and closely resembled amber, just closer to the maroon hues of blood like the forest around them.
Once she spotted one such minute object in the muck, Pano fished out a bag from her pocket and shimmied her hand inside of it to pluck the little nugget out. With a zip of the bag and a plop into her waiting butt pack, Pano looked to the trees lining the muck she was in now. The blonde wondered about the top of chain of command for her mission today, since all of them had just been told what to look for and not why. Deep within the sickly red and white of the dry woods were the shadowed figures of two officers. Her eyes narrowed on the Chusa stripes of one of them and wondered.
Were they the curio squad?
In the millisecond that she had started oggling their rank stripes, the black panel at the forest-line shifted their hand, holding them at their chest and in such a way that Pano could no longer see the gilded stripes of the rank. With a scoff and her attention diverted back on the job, Pano looked back to her work on the ground.
Though this forest was taken care of by Xiulurian elves, the forest's caretakers felt the disturbance was far from natural to the area and reported what had been happening to Star Army. The natural landscape changing alone had not worried the Elves, though. It was the appearance of something these woods had not encountered the presence of for many years.
The forest was haunted once more with what had consumed it before: ghosts.
((From SAINT's Special Investigations Office to you: A Special Investigations Personnel Project
Special Thanks to Wesley Davis))
Planet Yamatai
Forests Outside of Winsonville
"Keep up." said the Taii in front of Pano.
Pano Uma groaned, "Sorry if I love myself and I would rather be doing something useful with my time." The yellow headed and well-muscled Nitô Heisho looked absolutely miserable. Despite it being 5:30 am Kyoto time, the large team of SAINT operatives and analysts had been pulled from the already disheveled ranks of blue and black to pull on some waders and slop around in the mud. Now they each stood a few feet apart in a grid pattern with bags and buttpacks over their with their eyes to the ground they slopped through.
"Ugh, you're-" murmured the operative Uma had been wading through the mud right next to. Before he could respond, the person to the right of Pano Uma laughed in response to her.
"I didn't join SAINT to pick up dog shit or whatever this is." They said with a toughened expression of someone used to wading through it, "but orders are orders. Bag it and tag it, Miss!"
There were in a swampy clearing that was usually the meadow within the forests of Winsonville. Once an arid bed of wildflowers and tall grasses in between the haunting blood trees of the forest around them, it had changed as of late. In the last month localized landscape in this clearing had gone from a sweet looking flower meadow to a newly barren swamp.
And within the wettened earth, little red orange globules had appeared. In the light they shone like opaque gems and closely resembled amber, just closer to the maroon hues of blood like the forest around them.
Once she spotted one such minute object in the muck, Pano fished out a bag from her pocket and shimmied her hand inside of it to pluck the little nugget out. With a zip of the bag and a plop into her waiting butt pack, Pano looked to the trees lining the muck she was in now. The blonde wondered about the top of chain of command for her mission today, since all of them had just been told what to look for and not why. Deep within the sickly red and white of the dry woods were the shadowed figures of two officers. Her eyes narrowed on the Chusa stripes of one of them and wondered.
Were they the curio squad?
In the millisecond that she had started oggling their rank stripes, the black panel at the forest-line shifted their hand, holding them at their chest and in such a way that Pano could no longer see the gilded stripes of the rank. With a scoff and her attention diverted back on the job, Pano looked back to her work on the ground.
Though this forest was taken care of by Xiulurian elves, the forest's caretakers felt the disturbance was far from natural to the area and reported what had been happening to Star Army. The natural landscape changing alone had not worried the Elves, though. It was the appearance of something these woods had not encountered the presence of for many years.
The forest was haunted once more with what had consumed it before: ghosts.
((From SAINT's Special Investigations Office to you: A Special Investigations Personnel Project
Special Thanks to Wesley Davis))