Curious Minds on a Hazy Night [Closed]

((Any 3rd round recruits who wish to join may; Time of occurrence is sometime between 2nd and 3rd Initiation))

The autumn air was cool and refreshing to anyone who accepted its caress. Otherwise, it felt unforgiving, foreshadowing the events that were to come. Clouds covered the sky, and the Sun would barely shine through were it not for the fact that it was already kissing the horizon, setting the underbelly of the cloud cover ablaze.

Anyone who approached the cliff would immediately notice the first that had been set there as a beacon of sorts for anyone who actually came. It would seem that nobody else was around. How peculiar...

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Mao sat in a tree nearby wondering if anyone would actually come. He wasn't really expecting anyone to join him on such a silly quest, so he lay in his tree silently, waiting for the curtain to fall on this day.

Hiawatha crouched, hiding among the trees. He was curious about the quest and who would turn up. Peeking around the corner, he spotted the quest giver lying on a tree branch. Wasn't that Mao? He'd talked with the insane one. Interesting... Hiawatha stumbled on into the open, careful to almost trip several times whilst doing so. Adopting a confused tone, he shouted "Hello? Anyone there? Im here for the quest type thing!"

Mao watched as a boy stammered out of the foliage. He appeared to be confused, probably by the noticeable lack of people hanging about. He jumped out of his tree and closer to the campfire he had made. He waved over for the person to join him at the campfire. "Welcome, welcome, sir! Have a seat while the we wait for any others to show themselves." Mao went to poke around in a bush and pulled out a backpack that he decided to bring along. He plopped it down next to him as he took a seat by the fire.

"Welcome, welcome, sir! Have a seat while the we wait for any others to show themselves." Hiawatha scrutinized Mao as he jumped down and went to his campfire. Sitting down, he noticed Mao's lack of weapons. He can't just have a dagger... Maybe his main weapon is in his bag? Either way, Mao seemed impractical in a fight if suprised. "How many people do you expect will come?"

"Who knows? However many are crazy enough to follow up on such a strange legend, I suppose." Mao shrugged. "As long as we get enough to make this interesting, I'm fine with any number."

A shadow emerged from the foliage while seemingly muttering about something. "I should've remembered not to drink coffee at night. Now me body's havin' a little burn an' I can't sleep."

"And where in blazes did I go now?" he groaned while scratching his head after realising he had wandered around Beacon for no reason due to the stimulating drink. "Hang on, did I see people there?"

He squinted his eyes to try and see the figures more clearly, but the moonlight was insufficient lighting for him. The seafarer proceeded to approach the two figures sitting around.

Mao waved at the approaching figure. "Have you come to join the quest? Please have a seat!"

The man's very mention of "quest" stunned Silus for a moment. A quest? Here? At night? were among the thoughts flying through his mind.

Silus finally replied "I could be off ta sleep right now, but ya know...coffee..."

He then continued, shrugging. "Aye, sure, I'll join in yer little quest. Whatever that is."

Pad, trying to remain sneaky, jumped of the trees from the side of the cliffs.

"Hey guys, you here for that rumour every bodies been talking about?".

Two new ones wandered into the scene. One was stumbling and squinting. Was he drunk? He seemed unaware of the quest at any rate. He seemed aged, and had a harpoon for an arm. Probably good with melee combat, giving him incentive to be reckless. He would probably die acting the hero. The second tried to sneak upon them, and wielded a bow. An interesting party

"Hey guys, you here for that rumour every bodies been talking about?"

"Yea, we are. So is this it? Should we set off?" Hiawatha asked, adding haste into his tone.

"I'm up for it when you guys want to go!"

Devlin rises from a nearby bush, having apparently been sleeping in it. He mindlessly waltzes up to the gathering, carrying a brick in his hand.
"This apple told me that I could find something of value here." He says dryly, as if his "apple" had forced him to come here against his will.

"Well, if quests are something of value, then you have come to the right place!" Mao threw his hands into the air. He seemed to find it normal that an apple was talking to the person. "We'll set out once the Sun is gone."

((Which is when everybody gets here))

((And I think we're good. On mobile, will format later))

The Sun was now just peeking over the horizon as if it were watching, waiting to see what would happen next. Everyone shadow's were now incredibly long. They appeared to be convoluted, twisting every which way as they were broken up by random object that were near the cliff.

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Now that the Sun is getting pretty low, we should probably get ready. Mao dragged himself and his backpack closer to the campfire, his face glowing considerably brighter as he did. "Everyone, it's almost time! Please have a seat around the fire for the briefing." He didn't actually bother waiting for anyone. "In this forest, there is rumored to be-" Mao paused for dramatic effect, but it sounded pretty stupid and cheesy to anyone who was actually listening. "-an abandoned manor!" He now raised his arms in a dramatic fashion. "And we are going to find it!" Mao opened up his pack and tossed to everyone a plastic jar filled with red sap. All the jars were somehow pretty chilled despite being in the pack for some time.

Hiawatha caught the jar of red... whatever that was. Straightening up, he injected a formal tone into his voice, "So what do we do with these? Also, who are you people?". Hiawatha stared at the new comer. Apple? Is that a tool or a person? Anyway... the blades on his glove looked like they were his primary weapon. He could be taken out by surprise

Drawing his sword, Hiawatha scanned the surroundings for any possible watchers. Gesturing towards Mao, "Lead the way"

Kalmora was lost. Perhaps he had missed the meeting? "Well this isn't good. If I've missed the meeting, they may have gone off without me!" Kalmora exclaimed out loud as he went from simply walking, to jogging in the darkness. "Anyone out there?!" Kalmora exclaimed...The rumors he had heard...

He knew it was possible to live outside the protection of the City, outside the protection of -Dust-...His family for generations at one point had survived only by the light of the fires they made. The sacrifices made to keep the Grimm away from their land...That was long before Kalmora's time...So it was a relief to think that it wasn't just some false-family story that passed the generations...It -was- possible...Or so he hoped to prove if they managed to find this Manor that was rumored to be about...

Noticing a flame in the distance. A Camp fire perhaps?  Kalmora began to pick up speed. His right hand moving into his coat to withdraw his weapon. With the click of his finger tip over what normally would be a safety-button the weapon began to transform in quick movements into the one-handed chainsaw that Kalmora had learned to wield quite skillfully. Holding his finger down on the trigger the chainsaw came to life. The string was on there only for the action of activating a Dust-discharge...

The sound filling the air around Kalmora wasn't as deafening as a normal chainsaw. But it was still quite loud as the chain rapidly moved. If Kalmora had gone for a more-old fashion chainsaw. It would produce a near-deafening sound at this close range. But the more modern take of the chainsaw the only sound it produced was that of the chain on the chain guide moving quickly.

The reason for doing this?

Straight forward, to the point.

Dramatic Entry...

That and there happened to be ALOT of bushes between Kalmora and the area that had a camp-fire it seemed. With quick swings of his arm as he mowed through the brush the chainsaw cut into it like butter. Sending woodchips, and bits of leafy-substances flying about until he cut through the last of it, and into  the general area of the others.

"SORRY IF I AM LATE! LET ME TURN MY SHOTSAW OFF SO WE CAN CHAT ABIT!" Kalmora yelled out before removing his finger from the trigger. The Chain dying down quickly...  "Names Kalmora Horizont!"

A strange noise suddenly appeared, and as it grew closer, someone popped out of the bushes. He started blankly at the guy who identified himself as Kalmora. Uh huh. I wasn't expecting that to say the least... Mao tossed him a bottle of red sap. "Nice to meet you, Kalmora. I'm Mao. Time to head off!" He took a few steps before pausing. "Oh yeah, make sure to finish these drinks before we reach the forest!" He took his out and took a sip as he started walking again.

Devlin stared absent-mindedly at the jar of red sap at his feet. After a moment, his faunus ears perk up and he looks intently at the bushes ahead of him.
 "We have a visitor." 
Sure enough, a moment later, a student wielding a chainsaw cut through the bushes. Everyone else seemed to be scared or confused by the intrusion, but Devlin merely looked on with a blank expression. 
"Hi."
He took a long drink from his jar before following Mao.

((Once everyone is done here, feel free to transfer to The Emerald Forest))