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Fantasy Hunters VS Hunted (Not Accepting. Sorry!)

(Err plot powers will save them later or something.... In all seriousness there wasn't really much I could do with them without rendering their experiences meaningless. Don't worry I'm currently planing on expanding the plot and hunters further )
 
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@Foundry Turns slightly crimson. "I. She's the one who let me go. She saved me. Something deep inside her made her betray all her ideals. Everything she had ever fought for. How? How, could I turn my back on her? Flustered "I- I have to protect her."
 
They've arrived at the warehouse. Despite being run down it appears to be a safe place to stay. A single door lies in front of them.
 
Jake frowned, "I don't think you are being just," he said, "But I'll trust your actions." he looked up at the door, and opened it.
 
(If you want @Noivern there is a barely conscious hunter in the building Trebuchet is about to go in, and since he's a hunter killer, there could be some interesting drama)
 
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Trebuchet held the file with one hand as he opened the door. He scanned the interior and spotted a human laying on the floor. His helmet's lights blinked as he strode closer. He prodded the torso of the man with his steel-toe boot and cocked his head a little. He crouched and stared at the Hunter through his helmet.
 
@Foundry Looks at Jake and nods. "I appreciate it. How about I stay here with Marissa and watch the front. You go explore the rest of the warehouse. Maybe there will be a back exit we can use if need be"
 
Blinking his eyes a little, Max could feel a slight kick to his ribs from something particularly like a boot. He groans as he looks at what was in front of him, which caused him to jump back a little.


"Who the- what?!"


@Noivern
 
(@National. I was planning on writing in some characters soon. The anti supernatural suppression field was also going to be reactivated. So as to give the current hunter/hunters? time to regroup and be introduced to their new allies)
 
The lights on his helmet seemed to fade in and out rapidly as Trebuchet spoke.


"Listen, Kid. Do ya know who I am?"


Trebuchet walked closer to Max while holding up the Dustdevil symbol emblazoned on his right forearm.
 
Max blinks his eyes a few more times, before looking at the strange symbol. His eyes widened a bit, before recognizing the symbol as the symbol of the Dust Devils. Max tries to stand up.


@Noivern
 
Well then jumping on a pile of cloths I guess I'm gonna go to sleep. Lights a small fire that should keep us warm. Night guys (alright catch you guys in the next like 16-17 hours)
 
Trebuchet, now practically in Max's face, leaned forward a little.


"You don't know who I am, huh?"


He pointed at his chest.


"I'M The one responsible for the riots and lynchings you hear on the news."


"I'M the one who painted all of that fancy graffiti."


"I'M the one who preformed the public executions of captured hunters."


Trebuchet stood over Max like a stone pillar, sizing him up.


"YOU." Trebuchet jabbed Max's chest.


"You've heard of the Dustdevils, huh?"
 

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