lostcarnival | ⇨ THE HUNT

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⇨ THE HUNT

Who: Everyone!
When: Day 173, the Afternoon
Where: Heartstone Manor Courtyard
What: Everyone goes into the forest with arrows, swords, and horses and is told to hunt and the kill the biggest beast they can find. Best kills win a prize! Or, if you'd rather not, you can wander around the forest and pretend to hunt instead.
Warnings: Violence and ethical quandaries.

BEASTS OF BURDEN↴

Come the day of the Hunt, everyone will be brought to the courtyard forest and provided with arrows, bows, and blades as requested. Magic and other weaponry can be used to hunt, but it is suggested by the Prince that the best kill is the one done in a gentlemanly manner, which probably means he will be most impressed by those using the tools provided.

The "Best Kill" will be determined from a mixture or whatever beast the Prince decides is best, and the method in which it was killed. The less damage done to the body the better - tearing the body apart will receive poor grades.

The corpses are not yours to eat or keep, and all must be returned to the Prince at the end of the day for judgment.

The servants are especially nervous, tense, and solemn today, and unless they have no choice, most of them will be trying to give the courtyard a wide berth. Those that have to serve will have stony expressions, or at best will be trying to put on a cheerful face.

If casually asked why they are upset, most of them will say something vague about the Hunt making them nervous, and how dangerous it is to participate.

OOC: Those who make top levels will have a chance to be randomly selected for a couple particular plot events, so be prepared for that.

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9S, perhaps surprisingly, is perfectly at home horseback riding. Sure, it's a bit weird having additional equipment for it, but his basics are solid. Certainly easier than riding wild moose.

For the first time since their first night at the manor, 9S has his pod with him. Back then he had claimed it was for his own maintenance, being non-organic, and had said he would be leaving it in his room for the duration of the stay. A lie, of course, in order for it to not look so strange when he shows up without it after ordering it to keep watch on the kitchens. Now that they are hunting, his claim for bringing it today is that in the event he gets injured, his pod could repair him seeing as no one else has the expertise to.

But honestly, given the discoveries from the previous night, he feels a lot better having Pod 153 around, even if it has to be silent. And given the name of the game is fighting, he could use some additional support.

Of course he's aware of Rita's approach, pinging for life as he is and 'watching' everyone else set off into the distance.

"Sure, okay. What is it?" Though looking at the way Rita is riding sidesaddle and the long skirt, he can't help but also comment, "Boy, that looks uncomfortable. You really have to fight in that?"

"It's pretty annoying, yeah," Rita agrees. She doesn't mind wearing skirts or dresses, but she's never worn anything as restrictive as what the manor provides. It's been a constant temptation, the urge to cut or burn the hemline, bring it up to her knees, at least. But that probably wouldn't fly with the Prince and his ilk. "It won't get in the way of using a bow or my magic, though, so I'll manage just fine."

She looks around, then leans in a little closer. "We're alone right now, right? No one in earshot?" It seems safe to talk, but 9S would probably know better, with his ability to scan for life.

...Right, so it must be some business that she doesn't want the manor servants to overhear. What could it possibly be? The fact that some of the Carnival members have gone missing? Lambert had informed the Nightrunners of Tyki's disappearance, but 9S had noticed Reira had been conspicuously missing, too.

"...Yeah, no one's gonna hear us out here. Everyone else is pretty far out."

"Good." Rita leans back, seemingly satisfied with that answer. There's no telling if the Prince has some other means of listening in on them, but that's a risk she'll have to take. She can't just keep sitting pretty and going along with all their stupid rules, all the time, out of fear of some vague hypothetical consequences.

"You're part of the scouting crew, right? And you've got your scanning capabilities..." She doubts he's been too polite to use them while in the manor. "I don't suppose you've learned anything useful in these past couple days?" Everyone was so apprehensive about coming here, and now, after two days... silence. It's suspicious, to say the least.

Damn. A broad question, and a probing one. There are a number of things he could say...

But especially after hearing that huge blowup on the network the night before they all had to pack up their stuff and go, it really doesn't seem like the best of ideas to reveal just how bad things are. After all, the general consensus is that their mission is to survive this ordeal, not go on a rescue mission. The people here... really aren't like the soldiers of YoRHa.

"Um..." the hesitation is clear in his voice and the way he looks away.

Oh, no. He's not weaseling out of this.

"You know something, don't you?" she presses, gaze sharpening into a pointed stare. "Tell me." Her tone is forceful, but it's just the tip of the forcefulness-iceberg for Rita. She'd like to think 9S wouldn't try to keep information from her, but if he refuses to elaborate, Rita won't give up that easily. She can probably think of some way to convince him, if needed.

He's absolutely trying to weasel out of this.

"Well, yeah. It's my job to know things." And not just for his work with the Carnival. "But don't you have enough on your plate? Keeping in line with the rules and dress code can't have been easy for you."

Just a hunch.

He nudges his horse into an easy trot, hands briefly leaving the reins so he can pull his visor from where it is tied on his sleeve and tie it over his eyes.

Rita's horse matches the pace of 9S's, forcing Rita to shift position to balance herself more steadily. She doesn't look away from 9S, however.

"Of course it's not easy. And being kept in the dark while going through all this nonsense only makes it that much more unbearable. I'm fed up with it." If there's one thing Rita hates, it's being manipulated, and this stupid Prince has had everyone dancing to his tune nonstop since they arrived. To be expected to play along and not even know why, or what's going on behind the scenes, it's infuriating. "If you don't tell me what you know, then I'm going to go investigate for myself."

Ughhh. Why'd she have to go and say that? Worst thing is that he knows she honestly probably legitimately would go and investigate herself, if she weren't being so manipulative!

He doesn't want her to disappear like Tyki and Reira.

"Don't. Please." You know it's serious when he's using that word. 9S finishes tying off his visor. "At least two of our members are missing and we don't know where they are."

Rita's stare softens at 9S's plea. Sounds like she hit a nerve... which was at least partly intentional, so she can't be too surprised. If he's willing to talk now, then she can probably ease off the pressure. At least, for now.

"Missing?" she echoes, glancing to the path ahead of them, then back to 9S. "Who? What happened?"

"Tyki. Reira. Julien. ...The Warden. All gone in the night."

It's too many people. Even worse for one of the supervisors to be missing. How the heck are they supposed to explain this to the rest of the Carnival. Or the Ringmaster? Her negotiations are already going badly, according to Strange.

"Either they were taken from their rooms or the Prince takes rule breaking way too seriously. I heard Tyki was looking around at night when he went missing, so I think it's to do with breaking curfew. The other three disappeared last night. I didn't see them at all while I was out there, so they might've already been gone by the time I left my room."

9S grips his reins a little more tightly. So many people missing just on one night... Syr and himself were either stealthy enough to avoid detection, or incredibly lucky to not run into security. Maybe both.

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Rita's eyes widen as the gravity of the situation sets in. Four people missing... Fortunately, she isn't very close to those named. If she was, she'd probably be doing something very reckless right about now.

The jostling movement of her horse forces her to turn her body around and hold on tightly to the reins. It takes a moment to find her words. "Why isn't anyone saying anything?" Four people are gone, and save for some vague chattering in an unknown language, no one's said a thing over the radio. No one relaying anything in person, either. "We should be doing something, not playing around with games and tea parties."

"No one's saying anything because people here aren't good at following orders!"

If he sounds a bit terse, that's because he is. It's frustrating knowing that the humans he so admired and adored are also so bad at reading a situation. Maybe 2B was on to something with her constant reminders that emotions are prohibited...

...But emotions are part of what makes humans so interesting.

However, the sheer volatility of the Carnival members under pressure is... they're endangering themselves. And it's not like they're androids; they only have one life! Why aren't they able to better take care of it!?

"The people who disappeared are all people who were out at night, right?" He doesn't know enough about fae to know exactly how much power rules have, but, "People break the rules, they get taken."

9S rubs at his face, irritated.

"It's hard enough trying to find the missing people without more getting in trouble."

Three! In one night!! One of them being a supervisor!!! Who had even told them to stick to the rules!!!! 9S is seriously unimpressed right now.

This is the most distressed Rita's seen 9S to date. There's a part of her that remains fascinated at the notion that this is an automaton, a being made with artificial intelligence, expressing genuine frustration in such a human way.

That said, she doesn't exactly share his sentiment.

"Can you blame them? Nobody likes blindly following orders, especially if the ones giving them are nutcases or morons." The fae, Ringmaster included, would fall into the former. Most of the carnival, Rita would argue, are the latter.

"Besides, you're one to talk," she adds, looking away from the path ahead to glance at him. "You broke curfew too, didn't you?" So clearly, there are some rule-breakers who didn't get taken.

It stings. To hear the lack of faith Rita has in the chain of command. Sure, he's had his doubts about the Commander, but even then... The Ringmaster and the supervisors gave them all the warnings, so is it really their fault for everything going wrong when people mess it up?

9S moves on, rolling his eyes, though she won't be able to see it when his eyes are covered by his visor. He hasn't really picked a direction for his horse to go towards, just letting the animal go wherever.

"Well, yeah, but I didn't get caught." Big difference between him and Syr and everyone who got taken. "I'm a Scanner, scouting's my job. I sense life around me, so I can tell when anyone's approaching. And I was partnered with someone who has stealth magic."

So is it really any surprise they made it through the night successfully?

"We know how to keep a low profile."

The same can't be said for everyone else.

"Uh-huh," Rita murmurs, not sounding entirely satisfied. Oh well. Arguing about who should or shouldn't be going out doesn't seem like a productive use of time. The fact is that he got through undetected, and she'll leave it at that. Maybe the others were careless in comparison. Not like they can know for sure right now.

More importantly... "So, did you and that partner of yours find anything?" She's guessing he accomplished more than just getting out and back without being caught.

There isn't anyone in their vicinity, so 9S says, "Pod, replay Memory 0172 from point 0257 at one and half speed." Don't have time to view everything in normal speed, after all.

< Commencing playback >

Like when he'd shared video of Strange's magic performance to Rita, the pod projects video over a holographic screen.

There's a view of the night servants, all of whom have a few animal features, albeit none with wings or tail. However, there is one servant girl who's clearly struggling, pausing and kneeling over in pain, only assisted by a man with antlers and deer feet. From the point in the memory 9S has chosen, the deer man soon scoops the girl up in his arms and carries her towards one of the stone walls, rapping on the stone with his knuckles. It splits apart, revealing a secret passage that the deer man carries the girl down through before it closes behind him, leaving the rest of the servants to shoot each other concerned and frightened looks before they return to their work. The video ends there.

"I wasn't there to see it, but that girl has an injury to her tailbone. Maybe from something being cut off."

"So that's where you were before now," Rita muses, glancing at the pod before giving the recording her full attention.

As she watches, a look of disgust crosses her face. Her own tail, concealed under her skirt, tenses and curls in sympathy. "Never saw those servants around. Looks like he keeps them out of sight," she says with a scoff. A severed tail... did the Prince do that? Or did she? Whatever it was, there's no doubt that the Prince is to blame.

"I should've known he'd be like this. He's fae, after all." Rita utters the word fae with about as much derision as 9S would use in the word machine.

Pod 153 hadn't actually been with him during the night prowling -- it's too conspicuous, even with magic -- but Rita doesn't have to know that.

While she's watching the playback, 9S is still keeping watch, frowning as something enters the edge of his sensors. "Yeah. They probably only come out at night... or if they're, say, cooks, they're not allowed to leave the kitchens at all."

He has no idea what the big deal with fae is, but they just have to deal with the hand they have, don't they?

He turns his head in the direction of the lifeform he's picking up. "We're approaching something... or someone. Check it out?"

There's more that Rita wants to ask about - probably enough to fill the whole day, if she were given the chance - but when 9S notices something nearby, she decides to set that aside for now. She wouldn't want some servant overhearing their conversation, or something.

Rita nods, then pulls the reins to steer her horse in the direction 9S indicated. "Just one?" she asks as she accelerates. If it were another hunter, there'd be at least two signals, wouldn't there?

Which means... it might be one of their potential targets. Rita pulls her bow out from its place on her back, keeping it handy for when some creature might come into view. While many of the others at the carnival may be uncomfortable with the idea of hunting, Rita is evidently prepared to follow through with it.

9S is a much better rider without having to deal with saddles and reins. Wild moose don't come with riding equipment, after all. But since he has to be gentlemanly about this hunt, apparently he's not allowed to do that. He commands his horse to keep pace with Rita's.

"Yeah, just the one. No idea what it is though, so we're gonna have to get closer."

Maybe it's a giant boar? If it is, that'll be easy to take down!

"Alright, it should be in the clearing up ahead."

A clearing... all right. There's probably no hope of them making a quiet approach on their horses, so they might as well charge in and try to take it down fast, whatever it is.

This could be her chance... Follow the rules. Make a big kill. Maybe that could pave the way to a personal meeting with the Prince... and if that doesn't work, then Rita might have to start doing things her way. She can't keep this up forever, after all.

The moment Rita's horse breaks through the thick foliage, into the clearing, a horselike creature comes into view, with snow-white fur and a pair of horns protruding from its head. It looks at them, ears twitching in alarm. "A uniceros?" Rita wonders as she reaches for an arrow, but in that instant, the bicorn takes off towards the edge of the clearing. However, just as it's about to slip away into the brush, an eruption of fire bursts in its path, forcing it back.

Rita, having opted to use magic instead of attempting to take the shot, holds out an empty palm. If she can use magic to keep it from escaping, then maybe they can take it down smoothly. "Don't let it get away!" she shouts to 9S.

A what?

Doesn't matter, they're here to hunt. When Rita cuts off the bicorn's escape with fire, 9S spurs his horse forwards, right hand raised.

"I'm on it!"

As the bicorn turns to gallop in another direction, a ring forms around his wrist and there's a noticeable distortion around him before he throws his sword in a spinning arc at its legs, hoping to destroy the creature's mobility. It would've worked, too, if it weren't for...

"Oh come on! It can dematerialise!?"

...the creature turning into fog.

Rita readies her bow, aims and... watches the target vanish before her eyes. Her horse comes to a stop where the fog lingers, stomping its feet, seemingly unsure of whether to proceed or not.

Rita, too, isn't sure what to do here. She turns to 9S and calls out to him. "Can you still see it with your sensors?"

Way ahead of you, Rita. "I'm on it!" he says, turning his head.

Damn, this thing moves fast! But it's no match for a Scanner like him!

9S points to their left, where the trees grow closer together as if forming a narrow path, before spurring his horse forward into a gallop.

"That way!"

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