[ASSIGNMENT: No. 3]

[killedthepast]

Who: Everybody in this post, latecomers welcome!
What: Something's in that lighthouse. The town investigates.
When: Day 46
Where: The lighthouse
Rating: PG-13 just to be sure.

(ooc: We'll be setting up posting order later, so just mingling for now will have to do for you people c:)

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hi, I'm mingling. 8|

[escapedpandora]

[Hope was surprised he actually managed to make it on time, seeing as he had told Clare and then went to drag Snow out of the house (but it was a good thing Snow was so close) and now he's just splashing around at the edge of the cliffs nervously, kicking at the water with his hands clasped together and trying not to fidget any more than he was already doing.

Man, the water level was getting high. It hadn't been that bad when he had been here yesterday, but then... he hadn't expected this many people to want to check out the lighthouse as well. It was probably something to do that would allow people to feel a little useful.

At least, that's the way it was for him.]

[caladcholg]

[And, of course, the Claymore wasn't going to be too far behind, staying solely around the town for the sake of the others and him. With a calm and indifferent expression, Clare was approaching as well, a cautious and slow pace to see if anything else was lurking about, letting her feelings and intuition slowly scan around her.

Nothing. Truly, she gave them credit for being brave, but part of Clare had not forgotten the last group that had gone out for the missing people. She hoped this would be different. Her eyes caught sight of Hope near the cliff; she couldn't help it, the protective, almost older sister urge had manifested.]

Careful, Hope. Please stay close.

[escapedpandora]

[He looks up from the cliffs with a smile, slightly awkward and slightly nervous, but genuine.]

Okay. I'll be okay, Clare.

[But he remembers the last time, too-- and honestly? It was because of that memory that he had asked if people wanted to come along rather than just investigating the lighthouse himself. He didn't want to run into the redhead again.]

[caladcholg]

[And neither does Clare. She's tried to scope around her more times than she can count. A few odd auras close by that apart of the party, but nothing to garnish her attention. The pale blonde walks up to Hope, looking at the cliffs with him, no different than how she normally is.

Or so it seems. Rigid posture. She's worried about the others and hoping this won't be a repeat like before. She can't help it with how she hovers around him, too.]

He's from your world, yes? [She's only vaguely seen Snow.]

[notzombiebait]

[ The way Chris saw it, he wasn't exactly late- but the water was a hell of a thing to have to wade through. Still, he'd made it, and there didn't seem to be anyone else here along for ride yet, either. Chris's features were dark, brooding just as he always did before an important mission. He didn't know what was up with this lighthouse, only that it seemed to be making odd noises, and a hell of a lot of people were planning on showing up to infiltrate the thing.

Well, at least some of them would be professionals.

To count himself as prepared, Chris had brought along what weaponry he'd had on him when he'd shown up here. His combat equipment, including machete knife, bullet-proof vest, ammunition, radio, and other various equipment- and his guns. A trusty handgun, standard issue, and an M3, a shotgun strapped to his back that you didn't want to mess with. He also had one, lone grenade on his belt- but he doubted he would need to make use of that today. ]

[berceusedefou]

[It had taken quite a while for the noble to navigate the flood waters and stay relatively dry (he was still soaking wet from his calves down) but somehow he'd managed it. Yes, he'd hold on to those remaining shreds of dignity tooth and nail, and nothing could convince him to give it up. Ever.

Not even the fact that after what felt like an endless trek through sickening water the first person he had the pleasure of seeing was a Redfield.

No.

He would stand proud. He had to. He couldn't allow anyone, let alone a Redfield, see his disappointment.

So, Alfred snorted and haughtily strode his way to higher ground, narrowing his eyes and never taking them off of Chris for a second. Until he tripped on a few rocks. A minor misstep, he'd meant to do that. Poise, Alfred.

Regaining his posture, he stuck his nose as high into the air as it could go and huffed.]

I see the grunt work is sorted out for us, then.

[notzombiebait]

[ Oh great. The last person Chris wanted to see on a mission like this, and here he is. This mission was off to a wonderful start, it seemed. Impossibly Chris's expression got darker, and he moved one of his hands to brush over the handgun at his hip. ]

And it's good to know that we have monster fodder if anything unpleasant happens to show up.

[berceusedefou]

[The hulking mass of a man surely thought he was clever. He would see how foolish he was, in time. For now Alfred merely gave him a haughty laugh, his tone betraying the dead seriousness with which he watched that hand. The thought of Chris attempting an attack, even just threatening one in such a public place made Alfred bristle.]

We're still talking about you, I see.

he doesn't know anyone. Wallflower Tim: ACTIVATE

[timisnotme]

*Tim arrives! carrying a flashlight as promised, with a second tucked safely into his jacket pocket, he dutifully trudges up to the lighthouse to meet up with the rest of the town.

At least he'd be able to meet people instead of waiting for mass phone calls while watching his house slowly flood.*

[championship]

[ There's something speeding through the water, a v-shape cutting through it and sending out a spray of water - did someone find a motorboat?

Oh wait, no, it's just Dawn riding on Empoleon. She has a urgent look of her face, shouting and waving at someone near the lighthouse. It's not until she gets closer that anyone can make out who she's calling for and what's got her so worried. ]

Mr. Alfred! The roof collapsed! What do I do?

[ Say hello to Dawn! She's a hanger-on! ]

[berceusedefou]

[Preoccupied though he was with being better than everyone, the yelling was enough to bring his attention to her.]

Dawn?

[Alfred recognised who it was before he fully registered what she was saying. In fact, he took quite some time to fully register what the commotion was about.

When it finally did, his face dropped. That could be a setback, certainly.]

It what?! What do you mean it collapsed?!

[championship]

Just... There was this big noise, like something big crashed down and all of a sudden there was water coming down the stairs and when I went up to check, there was a big hole with all this water coming through and Clackers and Bidoof were swimming in it!

[ The story comes in a frantic rush, with a lot of arm waving about as if to emphasize the story of the collapsing roof, as she hops from Empoleon's back to the base of the lighthouse. Empoleon lumbers up behind her, dripping water. ]

[hypocriteonjl]

[Gavril could see that the two were discussing something serious, but really it would only take a moment. So he approached slowly, arms up somewhat to show his apologies. After all, when you look like a giant robot it's hard to give off the appropriate body language for "sorry to butt in."]

...Begging pardon, I do not mean to be interruption. Will be gone in minute. Was I to be talking with you yesterday on blog?? My name is Gavril Ivanovich.

[bipolarhellion]

[Dan had been awake for the last day, unable to fall asleep ever since he had fallen unconscious for five days. He was angry, tired, and just plain on edge as he trudged through the almost-knee high water towards the lighthouse. In any other situation, he would've just said fuck it and called it a day.

But Garcian was going, and ever since Travis had come to town, he seemed weird. If the assassin started to show cracks, Dan would take advantage of them.

He arrived almost on time, if he hadn't been trudging through the water at his own, leisurely pace. He stood by Garcian, just observing the others, waiting to see if the man wanted to say anything.]

[shotdeadinmy]

[Like Dan, Coyote probably would've just been like fuck this shit and sat on his ass all day, but something compelled him to venture out towards the lighthouse where Garcian was waiting. There was just a strange feeling in his gut, and that was one thing he really trusted.

He had taken to the roofs to travel, not really interested in slogging through mud and water, though it was sort of risky what with the slippery tiles. Much quicker though, so he was trudging towards Garcian and Dan soon enough, albeit a little late since he made the decision to join at the last minute.]

[killedthepast]

I see both of you made it.

[Calm and cool as ever, save for the fact that he's idly fiddling with the Vision Ring on his figure, almost in some kind of apprehension. Again.]

[hypocriteonjl]

[This was one of the few groups where Deadpool had been able to identify everyone, so it made approaching them a little bit easier.]

Um, hello. You are Dan, Coyote, and Garcian, da?? I am Gavril Ivanovich, and I think I speak to Mr. Garcian on blog last night.