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| Hide and Seek; Feral Group, Rodney | |
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| Topic Started: Feb 16 2010, 12:05 AM (406 Views) | |
| Wolfsbane | Feb 16 2010, 12:05 AM Post #1 |
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Timeframe: January 17th, @ 12:30 pm Overall, Rahne felt that the Feral Group that she and Danielle put together was working quite well. In some ways, it was a simple social group, giving people with similar mutations a bunch of similar people to make friends with, in other ways, it was a mechanism to help cope with the difficulties of having aspects more in common with wild animals than human beings. Its membership was small, which, as far as Rahne was concerned, made its work even more effective. Today was an outing, out to an uncivilized area of upstate New York, heavily wooded. They brought picnic supplies, allowed for a chance to relax and simply hang out for a bit before the game began. This was to be an exercise in enhanced senses, most particularly for Mittens, or rather Robert, since Rahne felt it important to not use a name that could be construed as demeaning, who was still relatively unpracticed and had a bit to learn about how to track people by way of their scents, the sounds they emitted, how to block out interruptions and focus on the goal. The group was far enough removed from where people lived that they were free to be without any image inducers, or any human forms should they so wish against it. Rahne, for example, was in her half-wolf form, wearing a "Let it Be" Beatles t-shirt and grey sweatpants, slung low in the back only to accomodate her tail. "Alright," she announced as lunch was finished up. "So everybody knows their roles in this game? Rodney, Vic, yuir hidin', Robert is seekin', an' Jack, Dani, an' m'self are competin' predators. Our job is t' try to throw ye off of Rodney an' Vic's trails. Yuir job is t' find 'em," she said, pointing to Robert, "an' the two o' ye do anythin' t' keep Robert from catchin' ye." She glanced around. They were deep into the woods, there were plenty of places to keep hidden and plenty of things to use to throw a predator off of a trail. "Now, ye've all got yuir comms, so keep radio silence unless an emergency happens, but this area's been well staked out, so everything should be good. I'm trustin' ye t' keep safe, so... everybody, let's move out, an' Robert, give everybody five minutes to get into place before ye follow 'em on out. Annnnnd we gooooooooo, NOW!" |
![]() [size0]Say the dog and butterfly, in the air they like to fly. Dog and butterfly. She knew she had to try, and she float back down to the warm soft ground, laughing - she don't know why, but she had to try, she had to try. Dog and Buttefly. Avatar by Natalie, signature by Olga. My graphics set is complete again! Thank you so much! | |
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| Jack Russell | Feb 17 2010, 09:45 PM Post #2 |
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Kicking off his shoes, Jack shrugged his shoulders back, fishing around in his pockets for any loose odds and ends like his wallet and his cellphone and tucking them underneath the tongues of his sneakers. His first time with the Feral Group had been a very positive one, just sitting around with the students for a picnic and swapping stories and troubles back and forth. He felt like he could really connect with this group, as they held a strong common ground of being in a distinct mutant class of all their own. But now it was time to teach some necessary skills to one of their own, and he paid close attention as Rahne outlined the rules of the game. So everybody knows their roles in this game? Jack nodded a silent affirmative. Rodney, Vic, yuir hidin', Robert is seekin', an' Jack, Dani, an' m'self are competin' predators. His spine clicked back in a crunch as he shifted, Jack's body swelling well above the height of many present. Now, ye've all got yuir comms, so keep radio silence unless an emergency happens, but this area's been well staked out, so everything should be good. Jack gave his tail an attentive flick as he attached his comm device to a make-shift collar out of an old belt, as he had no other way to attach it to his person. so... everybody, let's move out, an' Robert, give everybody five minutes to get into place before ye follow 'em on out. Annnnnd we gooooooooo, NOW! Pulling as kind a face as he could manage in his wolf shape, Jack gave Robert a soft pat on the shoulder. "Good luck," he rumbled, fighting instinct to offer him some advice. The boy would know what to do; they didn't call them instincts for no reason. With a few long strides Jack gave a burst of momentum up and over and latched onto a tree halfway up across the clearing, quickly disappearing among the branches, his brown coat blending right in. |
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| Grimalkin | Feb 18 2010, 12:04 AM Post #3 |
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At the first feral class Mittens felt out of place. Occasionally in the classes that followed he would go back to that original thought. Though he turned into a cat and had physical mutations resembling one, the mindset of how he saw a feral was absent in him: having an animalistic mind while in human form (or being Wolverine). That is what a feral was to him in the beginning. Now, he saw the comradery he shared with the others. Each unique in their mutations (even Miss Sinclair and Mr. Russell) had more in common than he once thought or believed. Sooner than later, without meaning to, the Feral Class began to be one of his most favorite classes. He looked forward to it. The stories of how the animal affected his fellows made him wonder if he too would share in that when the time came where the cat would take the forefront of his mind in human form. No longer did he fear that happening. It was a natural part of his mutation to a be a cat. Even so, he did not look forward to it. While the others strived to find a balance with their animals minds, he knew or at least suspected of their wishing the animal would leave their human minds, even for the briefest of moments. Mittens looked at Miss Sinclair wearing a not too pleased look. Using the term 'predators' made him very wary. Both she and Mr. Russell turned into wolf-forms. His animal form was an ordinary house cat, much smaller than the two and probably looking mighty tasting if they got rather hungry. If the time came when he had to shift he hoped the new woods setting wouldn't bring the animal so far out that he'll find himself the hunted. Except, the point of this was to train his increased senses while remaining in human form. With a tilt of his head he studied his 'prey.' Both Vic and Rodney could turn invisible. This time Rodney did not smell of cinnamon meaning the association of him with that smell would make finding him more difficult. However, there was more than one way to track someone and that was what he was here for; to learn. Giving a nod in understanding the rules, Mittens sat down on the forest floor. Five minutes was a long time to wait but Vic and Rodney needed time to hide. Mr. Russell squeezed his shoulder wishing him luck. "Thanks," Mittens muttered not looking up at him. He was a lot more comfortable with Miss Sinclair in her wolf-form than Mr. Russell. Eventually, he'll get used to it. In the meantime, despite it being winter, Mittens removed his boots and jacket. Lucky today wasn't exactly freezing. If it came to a time where he had to shift, he did not want to loose his boots in uncharted territory. He also removed his coat. Maybe one day he would be able to shift the more bulky layer of clothes. Actually, he should feel lucky that when he shifted to cat-form, he could shift his sweater, jeans, and socks. At least he needn't worry to loosing all his clothes. |
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| Rodney McCain | Feb 26 2010, 06:29 AM Post #4 |
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Ok, this was pretty cool. For once, RJ wasn't the one being taught a lesson, which awesome. He was tired of adults trying to impart their wisdom onto him. He had plenty of wisdom himself, okay?! But now Rodney was being called upon to help another one of his mutant hombres get some wisdom, and RJ could get behind that. He could get to show off his skills, be the teacher and not just the student, unlike the way it was with him and Miss Sinclair, him and Mr Puck, him and the fake Miss Colins. (RJ had been back for more lessons, but he still wasn't sold on Miss Colins' humanity. He was pretty sure that if she wasn't from Earth, she was from Saturn, but Venus was still in the running) "Wait, we're not even going to like, stretch?" Rodney mumbled to himself as Miss Sinclair declared that all the hiders, which were just Victor and himself so, really, what he needed to do, was not out-hide Mittens but to out-hide Victor. That was the smart strategy. RJ was seeing this one from all angles. Because RJ was going to be the next leader of the X-men and that was going to be his job. RJ ran off to the to woods, looking for water to cross. Either Robby wouldn't want to get wet because he was a cat, or RJ's second opinion, Robby was a reverse vampire and couldn't cross running water. Plus, like bloodhounds were supposed to loose their trail with rivers and stuff right? |
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| Anole | Feb 27 2010, 03:07 AM Post #5 |
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Vic was pretty excited about this game. The whole thing sounded like fun. And they got to help Mitts. Two birds and one stone. The picnic part didn't hurt the good time either. His eyes wandered over the forest while Rahne explained the rules. Five minutes to hide. Got it. Do whatever to keep Mitts from catching us. "Good deal." Vic was confident. He didn't have spiffy super senses like the others, but he had his own brands of special. Those were likely the reason he and Rob were assigned the roles they were. If Vic could do nothing else, he could hide. Blending into his surroundings had become an easy reflex. Rahne sent them off, and Vic mimicked Jack, jumping on a tree, digging the claws of his right arm and using that leverage to propel himself into the branches. He kinda liked being in the trees. Not like the stupid kids who just sit in trees simply because they think it's the cool thing to do, but because it felt familiar and easy. Vic had come to realize that the familiar feeling could be linked to his mutation, and that only intensified the feeling. "Call me when you give up!" With those parting words, Vic picked a direction, and took off. He already had his plan set. He was gonna pick a fairly large area, and try to spread his scent around as much as he could. See if Mitts could keep on track and figure out which way he'd really gone. Vic's mind was in much the same place as Rodney's. He just had to do better than the other hider, and he'd be fine. |
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| Wolfsbane | Mar 3 2010, 04:57 PM Post #6 |
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And just like that, the game was on. It would be interesting to see just how well Robert managed to handle this little activity. Rahne darted off into the woods, only after a telepathic agreement between herself and Dani that perhaps it was best that Dani stay behind and monitor everyone (well, almost everyone, since she couldn't access Rodney), to make sure that nobody got lost or hurt. Rahne took a different direction than Jack, spreading out so that between the two of them, more ground was covered. Rodney and Vic headed off as well, and as far as Rahne could tell, were not at all planning on making this easy. Good. One doesn't learn from a complete lack of a challenge. Suffice it to say, Robert had a fairly difficult task ahead of him. The question was, was he up to the task? Did he have the tools to succeed out here, in the (more or less) wild? Rahne had confidence he could. She turned as she approached some thick brush and settled in. She glanced in the general direction Jack was in. He was up high, she'd be down low. Cover their bases. This was going to be fun. Just because it was a training exercise for the young cat-boy didn't meant it couldn't be fun. And it most certainly was going to be fun, no doubt about that. |
![]() [size0]Say the dog and butterfly, in the air they like to fly. Dog and butterfly. She knew she had to try, and she float back down to the warm soft ground, laughing - she don't know why, but she had to try, she had to try. Dog and Buttefly. Avatar by Natalie, signature by Olga. My graphics set is complete again! Thank you so much! | |
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| Grimalkin | Mar 11 2010, 09:24 PM Post #7 |
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The catboy sat cross-legged on the ground. Five minutes was a long time if there wasn't anything to do but wait. He could have been making a plan but Mittens wasn't. He just sat and waited in boredom while the others went off to hide. The seconds ticked away. Without a watch he'll have to make a guess how long five minutes was. Either way, by the three minute mark, he stood up and brushed off his jeans. When four minutes came he stretched his back and arms. Thirty seconds left, the catboy went off to the forest. He'd heard Vic's call about yelling if he gave up. Like he'll give up. Mittens quietly laughed to himself. Even though the forest wasn't exactly small, he knew at least some things about those he sought. Rodney wasn't likely to climb a tree unless he wished to be caught. Since the boy didn't have any means to climb and move through the trees easily. If he climbed, he'll be stuck in one spot. Enough for Mittens to gather his scent a whole lot quicker. As for Vic, he knew the general placement of where he called out. At least the catboy had enough sense to try to figure out where to begin in searching for Vic by registering where he last sounded. So, Mittens sniffed the air the moment he entered the forest. This wasn't the mansion's forest so their were no familiar smells. Except for those who hid whether they were his 'prey' or the ones who would prevent the 'capture'. The direction he chose to start out in was toward where he thought Vic had been. Quietly, he walked trying to not make any unnecessarily movements. When he entered a clearing he stopped moving. By not moving he thought he'd be able to concentrate more. If only a he could pick up a scent familiar to him. Then, not knowing who, he found one. Sniffing the air a few more times he made sure it was not only familiar but not a squirrel. If it was a squirrel, he'll have to apologize to Doreen later. Not knowing, Mittens followed after Mr. Russell's scent instead of what he thought was Vic's. |
[align=center]Goldfish vs. Mittens: mission 'distraction' accomplished. ![]() The most wondrous ability ever: to turn into a... cat.[/align] | |
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| Rodney McCain | Mar 27 2010, 07:56 PM Post #8 |
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Rodney found a brook, but now was facing something of a decision. He could cross over the brook now and get all wet in the process. It'd stop his scent line (right?), but it was colder than he would like already, and he didn't want to go into the cold water and freeze even more. On the other hand, if he didn't keep moving, he left himself wide open for someone to just find him already. But on the other other hand, if his trick pulled off correctly, didn't that mean that Mr. Russel and Miss Sinclair wouldn't be able to find him either? He didn't want to live in the woods for the rest of his life, because he'd be really bad at it. Oh, wait, never mind, there was the little radio communications things they had. That would work, unless his batteries died or if he went out of the communication range for the walkie talkie. They should have brought along whistles. That would have been a good idea. Like the kind Mr. Puck wore when he was teaching gym class. Those things could be loud and their batteries never ran out because they didn't have any batteries. Y'know, back ups. He needed to make a decision, and he needed to make it fast. In a typical move of his, he decided to say "Eh, screw it." and back up away from the brook. But he wasn't retreating. He was getting himself a running start across the brook. He leapt. He flew, not literally since he wasn't Melody Guthrie, but he flew like Michael Jordan. But the brook was bigger than the distance between the free throw line and the basket (at least proportionally) and he didn't quite make it. He held to bite down on his tongue from yelping in pain. Just because he hurt his knee didn't mean he wasn't going to win this game. He got up, and toddled off into the trees, still invisible. (OOC: just to be clear, I know that bloodhounds can track across water, but Rodney doesn't.) |
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