Brave Orange Shrapnel: Hide and Go Snipe (Open)

[Nigen]

PKing was, in the eyes of most, a problem to be solved. Images of noobs cowering before needlessly aggressive jerks with too much time on their hands and fragile egos soothed only by being persistent in ruining other people's fun came to mind when someone said "PKer". Heck, if PKers only targeted other PKers, they were revered! Pluton was trying to change that. His guild, Scope, was a PvP guild of sorts. They didn't fight each other outside training matches, but sought out human targets in game for the increased challenge. Monsters just didn't cut it for them. The difference was in the attitude. Scope didn't aim to cause grief. They cut it out if asked, apologized if need be. Prefered people willing to make the game interesting. Which was why today, in Brave Orange Shrapnel, things were so interesting. Pluton and a group of others from Scope had found volunteers for a contest of sorts. Up for grabs was a mystery item from Scope to the last man standing who managed to wait out long enough. If Scope managed to PK all the characters before there was one left who lived out the time limit, no harm done.

So, seven volunteers, hiding in the Jungle level, each with different strategy. Some would try and pick off the Scope members, some would hide and wait it out until they were the last one standing. Some might even try and aim for their fellow "targets". Whatever the case may be, it was going to be good. Sitting in a well hidden blind high in a tree, Pluton began scanning the area for the first one to aim for.

[Wraith]

Wraith breather a sigh of relief as the loud echo of gunfire gre distant. Her feet pounded on the jungle floor and her chest rose and fell with each heavy breath.

That was close, if not for that screen of ghouls I could a been out of this thing earlier than I deserve.

She took a quick break to hide in the overgrown roots of a jungle tree, and rummage through her inventory. She grabbed a small bottle and threw it at her feet. As the bottle shattered a faint glimmer surrounded her and her SP bar returned to full.
She checked her minimap and decided arbitrarily on a direction.

"I won't last long with all this in comming fire... looks like it's time to lean the odds in my favor, let's find another participant shall we Mr. Kibbles?"

In the real world she stroked the large feline that had taken its place upon her lap, purring heavily. She replaced her hand on her controller and made a dash for the nearest piece of cover, it was hunting time.

[Nigen]

Pluton's earpiece was alight with chatter. Coordination was critical to this sort of operation, and so the Scope members had setup an audio chat in the background. There was a price in game-audio, of course. The human ear wasn't designed for multiple inputs. Nonetheless, as long as it wasn't a truly constant discussion (and thanks to lag, oddly enough, that wasn't case), it was managable. One of the Scope members hadn't bothered to listen in. Rushed off on his own, and if the logout notification was any indication, got himself kicked out of the area for his trouble. Pluton had some small hope that he would learn from it, but his more logical side noted that the victim, Scrapper, was likely to fume over it, then laugh it off. If that was how he wanted to play, good for him, but it would be nice if he could work with the rest a little more efficiently.

To begin with, Scope members had spread out in various location. The idea was to flush people out, then inform the rest of the team so that a portion could tag together. There was a relatively solid mix of classes here. Two Steam gunners (Pluton included), a pair of Twin Blades, a Macabre Dancer, a Blade Brandier and a Harvest Cleric. One of the Steam Gunners had been Scrapper, so Pluton found himself as primary ranged member. His increased visuals in particular would be critical in the time to come. He couldn't afford to give away his treetop position easily, unless he was certain the only person to see it was about to get shot. Putting his hand to his earpiece, he sent a message.

Sectors A-3 and B-1, start the flush. The blade brandier and harvest cleric were in the former section, and the shadow warlock in the other. They moved about just loudly enough to bring a bit of attention, "accidentally" tripping and cursing once or twice. The warlock even let off a spell at a random bush, as if she had spotted a target. Hopefully the game would get started quickly, but last a while. Those were the most fun, most seemed to find.