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Just give him like circe four more days, and if he doesn't update us, drop him. I know that hunter was interested and wanted to work in on this, but the actual time this has taken is ridiculous.

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Do I like Rhubarb? Surprisingly yes.

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ACR Target: Soylent Greene (Click to Show)

Bastet slowly prowled through the grass, her lithe movements leaving nary a visible movement amongst the foliage. Her prey was near; she could practically hear her light breathing. The young vigilante had taken some time to track down, but Bastet was a huntress, a predator. The contract she'd been given had been rather specific: the target, Bridget Greene, was to be eliminated or restrained in some way, and her bow was to be delivered as proof the mission had been carried out. Sanctuary, though a group for "good," didn't seem to care for those they couldn't control, and with her vigilante tactics, Bridget didn't fit their agenda.

And Bastet just happened to have some free time to take on some jobs.

In the dimming glow of the afternoon sun, Bridget was resting beneath a lone oak, back pressed against the warm and rough bark, her bow to her side. She hadn't had to face anyone that day; Bastet had kept a close eye on her activities for several days now. She was likely still in good enough physical condition to put up a considerable fight, if given the opportunity. Bastet, however, was a professional: Bridget wouldn't get a chance to act to begin with. Once the distance between them had shortened considerably, Bastet jacked into Greene's hearing. Twofold, she could hear the wind passing through grass, one set a bit softer than the other from the distance. Next, she jacked into her sight. There was only darkness; it seemed Bridget was currently resting her eyes. The opportunity was a good one.

Activating the blade on her ring, Bastet made a small slit on her right palm. As the crimson liquid slowly welled in her hand, it swirled, expanded, elongated until a crimson blade had formed. Behind her mask, Bastet licked her lips. This would almost be too easy. Moving carefully and keeping a metaphorical eye on Bridget's senses, Bastet made her way to the opposite side of the oak. Taking careful measurement of the distance between them, she elongated her blood blade until it was just the correct length, then pressed it against the tree. Slowly but steadily, she pressed; the crystalline blood slowly slipped into the wood, slowly, ever so slowly. Bastet had always been deceptively strong despite her frail appearance, and her weapons were sharper than glass. To perform a task like this was child's play for her.

Once it was near the hilt, she paused. It would be nearly poking from the other side by now; she was sure she'd measured the distance correctly. Still, she had to be careful. The next actions would have to be done quickly, precisely. Failure to do so would put her at a severe disadvantage against a ranged opponent. Taking a slow breath hidden by her mask, Bastet stabbed through, the blade just barely entering into the side of Bridget's neck. As soon as she felt it connect, she let the tip come undone, revert to simple blood and mingle inside of Greene's bloodstream. Bridget's eyes jolted open, and she rolled forward, bow in hand and a Blast Arrow drawn. Bastet backstepped as the arrow flew forward, knocking the tree towards her. She rolled to the side as Bridget drew back, another arrow aimed directly at Bastet's chest.

"Who are you? What did you do to me?" Bridget was frantic; she'd let her guard down. She hadn't expected anyone to find her out here, or to attack her so silently from behind. This woman had nicked her with something, and it clearly wasn't a normal weapon. Still, she'd prefer to not kill someone if she could help it.

Bastet held her hands up, letting her blood simply drip into the ground, sealing off the wound. She'd done all she needed to do; now, she simply had to wait. Bridget seemed to be growing more and more antsy as Bastet remained silent.

"Answer me, or I'll have to bring you down by force and make you answer!" As she spoke, something felt... off. Her hands were shaking, her eyes blurring. What had she done to her? "You... what did... you... me..." And without another word, she collapsed to her knees, before blacking out, her grip on her weapon loosening. Bastet stretched gently, the masked woman walking over to check on her target. She had been totally incapacitated it seemed. Her plan had worked out well.

Not too long before, Bastet had taken a powerful drug into her blood, one to induce sleep. Having developed a resistance to essentially every drug and poison, both synthetic and organic, it had no effect on her. However, when her blood entered Bridget, the drug began to circulate through her system; her panic only sped up the process. She wouldn't wake for a good time. Picking up the spear, Bastet picked up the archer as well. If she hadn't been caught unaware, and wasn't so soft-hearted, she might've been a serious threat. Now, however, she was nothing but a rag doll. The Masked Huntress gave a small yawn before pulling out her phone, firing off a quick text. All she needed for the job was Bridget's bow; she'd get her payment for a job well done.


Meanwhile, the Night Creatures had a new recruit to have broken in.

Mission Complete.
Weapon Delivered.
Payment Expected in Full.

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@Kamiroo:

Still up for it! But I'm not seeing Hunter's story on the Gdoc- you said in the PM that it was going in the beginning portion? I haven't heard anything from him directly is all.

I would say post it as a separate thread, then put a link to the new thread on the front page of the clan.

@XDHunterNest:

Bad prawn? :rolleyes:

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ACR Target: Soylent Greene (Click to Show)

Bastet slowly prowled through the grass, her lithe movements leaving nary a visible movement amongst the foliage. Her prey was near; she could practically hear her light breathing. The young vigilante had taken some time to track down, but Bastet was a huntress, a predator. The contract she'd been given had been rather specific: the target, Bridget Greene, was to be eliminated or restrained in some way, and her bow was to be delivered as proof the mission had been carried out. Sanctuary, though a group for "good," didn't seem to care for those they couldn't control, and with her vigilante tactics, Bridget didn't fit their agenda.

And Bastet just happened to have some free time to take on some jobs.

In the dimming glow of the afternoon sun, Bridget was resting beneath a lone oak, back pressed against the warm and rough bark, her bow to her side. She hadn't had to face anyone that day; Bastet had kept a close eye on her activities for several days now. She was likely still in good enough physical condition to put up a considerable fight, if given the opportunity. Bastet, however, was a professional: Bridget wouldn't get a chance to act to begin with. Once the distance between them had shortened considerably, Bastet jacked into Greene's hearing. Twofold, she could hear the wind passing through grass, one set a bit softer than the other from the distance. Next, she jacked into her sight. There was only darkness; it seemed Bridget was currently resting her eyes. The opportunity was a good one.

Activating the blade on her ring, Bastet made a small slit on her right palm. As the crimson liquid slowly welled in her hand, it swirled, expanded, elongated until a crimson blade had formed. Behind her mask, Bastet licked her lips. This would almost be too easy. Moving carefully and keeping a metaphorical eye on Bridget's senses, Bastet made her way to the opposite side of the oak. Taking careful measurement of the distance between them, she elongated her blood blade until it was just the correct length, then pressed it against the tree. Slowly but steadily, she pressed; the crystalline blood slowly slipped into the wood, slowly, ever so slowly. Bastet had always been deceptively strong despite her frail appearance, and her weapons were sharper than glass. To perform a task like this was child's play for her.

Once it was near the hilt, she paused. It would be nearly poking from the other side by now; she was sure she'd measured the distance correctly. Still, she had to be careful. The next actions would have to be done quickly, precisely. Failure to do so would put her at a severe disadvantage against a ranged opponent. Taking a slow breath hidden by her mask, Bastet stabbed through, the blade just barely entering into the side of Bridget's neck. As soon as she felt it connect, she let the tip come undone, revert to simple blood and mingle inside of Greene's bloodstream. Bridget's eyes jolted open, and she rolled forward, bow in hand and a Blast Arrow drawn. Bastet backstepped as the arrow flew forward, knocking the tree towards her. She rolled to the side as Bridget drew back, another arrow aimed directly at Bastet's chest.

"Who are you? What did you do to me?" Bridget was frantic; she'd let her guard down. She hadn't expected anyone to find her out here, or to attack her so silently from behind. This woman had nicked her with something, and it clearly wasn't a normal weapon. Still, she'd prefer to not kill someone if she could help it.

Bastet held her hands up, letting her blood simply drip into the ground, sealing off the wound. She'd done all she needed to do; now, she simply had to wait. Bridget seemed to be growing more and more antsy as Bastet remained silent.

"Answer me, or I'll have to bring you down by force and make you answer!" As she spoke, something felt... off. Her hands were shaking, her eyes blurring. What had she done to her? "You... what did... you... me..." And without another word, she collapsed to her knees, before blacking out, her grip on her weapon loosening. Bastet stretched gently, the masked woman walking over to check on her target. She had been totally incapacitated it seemed. Her plan had worked out well.

Not too long before, Bastet had taken a powerful drug into her blood, one to induce sleep. Having developed a resistance to essentially every drug and poison, both synthetic and organic, it had no effect on her. However, when her blood entered Bridget, the drug began to circulate through her system; her panic only sped up the process. She wouldn't wake for a good time. Picking up the spear, Bastet picked up the archer as well. If she hadn't been caught unaware, and wasn't so soft-hearted, she might've been a serious threat. Now, however, she was nothing but a rag doll. The Masked Huntress gave a small yawn before pulling out her phone, firing off a quick text. All she needed for the job was Bridget's bow; she'd get her payment for a job well done.


Meanwhile, the Night Creatures had a new recruit to have broken in.

Mission Complete.
Weapon Delivered.
Payment Expected in Full.

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Aye, I just haven't added it to the doc yet x3 I'll go ahead and get on that.

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Damn. Did we just get played? I know the Coils would probably want Dante looking into this. Sure hope that bow (Soylent?) was worth the trouble, and that this Bridget character doesn't get into (or cause) too much suffering from here on. All in all though, this was a great story and I'm happy to see the concept of ACRs reaching outward to writers unaffiliated with the core membership of Sanctuary, and eager to see the repercussions of these contracts play out in whatever stories are to come.




Alright, I'm seeing it! Read through it real quick, liking it so far. It's a pretty great opening, and I think my favorite part has to be Zackeroar literally saying "Fuck you." to the goddess of marriage. I've been fixing and making note of typos and little things I'm seeing as I go, it hasn't been anything too major, and anyone with access to the doc can clearly see what was changed. Pleasantly surprised by XDHunterNest's piece so far, and excited to see this collab on its way to release! I'm going to continue with small edits, additions, notations, etc for a bit, then get back to extending further the now-somewhat-extended ending to where the collab I... guess... spans through the night? Zackeroar could potentially also make a second appearance.

Also, I changed the font for the title to comic sans. I hope this is acceptable.

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Also, I changed the font for the title to comic sans. I hope this is acceptable.

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Alright, sorted out some grammar things. Now here's the plan for the ending. I will push the ending to continue... through the night, and anyone who wants to help with that is free to, and Zackeroar may make a second appearance. Following this, devi will be at liberty to end the story with Light retrieving his "prize" the following day. Then we make sure other things I didn't fool with earlier like the change in tenses are all taken care of, then we can go ahead and post this.

And we have to keep the title in comic sans. It's important to me.