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Post by Nate6595 on December 30th 2020, 1:38 am

Driving upstate New York one might expect a pleasant, quiet drive. Far from the city, there are long ranges of mountains and wooded areas. It’s always a bit colder up North, but the locals have grown used to it and has attracted tourists looking for a winter get away. Driving up North one might find themselves going up Route Fifty-Six, driving right by the Raquette Boreal Wild Forest and the Carry Falls Reservoir. Between Sevey and Stark rests the popular winter town of Brockway, a cozy community with a population of roughly a thousand or so, based at the foot of a mountain. The town mainly is popular in the winter for winter-based sports and the lovely scenery.

At least, it was a lovely place for tourists to come. In the recent months there has been something…off about the town. A mysterious illness with no real discernable cause has been spreading, making people feel sick, giving them nightmares. A few people have actually gone up and missing, not a word before they left. If they left. Tourism has since plunged with the rumors of the town, though the occasionally visitor comes by, only to be met with a lingering sense of dread that hangs in the air. Many of the locals have been trying to move, but selling their houses in such a condition is an effort in vain. A mysterious town where people go missing or get sick and all dream the same nightmare, it’s far from a good selling point.

The town once prided itself on a quiet coziness, but especially in the last few weeks there has been…not a noise, but…a broadcast? People’s radios all over the town have been picking up on a strange station late at night. It sounds old and the local radio stations all have no interference with this surprise broadcast. Each night a strange voice and old music can be heard, and with every passing moment of listening that feeling of dread sinks further in. Some say that somewhere in that broadcast familiar voices can be heard, the voices of friends, neighbors, and family as they’re…well, no one really knows what happens, but some of those who report hearing those voices also report that in the following day those people go missing. Those who were heard that do turn up have no memory of what had happened the night before, but for some unknown reason are terrified beyond words, and the most information that can be gathered is through sleep talking when they have their bad dreams.

Even more recent, in the last few days, rumors have spread about the abandoned school. It’s not actually abandoned, but that’s what the kids are saying. Ever since the strange sickness has spread and people have gone missing all school activities have been cancelled. Late evenings, however, the school seems far from abandoned. That radio program, that music, and that voice can be heard from within the school, echoing through the halls and the classes. Investigations from the police haven’t turned up anything and even some outside professionals have been brought in, but as it stands it is all a mystery. A few students have gone ahead and broken in in these last few days and all of them have gone missing or have turned up worse for wear.

The only leads have been narrowed down to a strange club of people who believe in the occult, though most evidence shows that they are harmless. The only real evidence is a collection of radios and related books, but that was inconclusive. Some of the members of the club have mentioned a name, the Host, which to many is absurd. To those who know of the Host, he’s just an old urban legend, a thing to scare your friends with and that’s all. That’s all.

It’s a cold night in Brockway, the people of the town staying locked up indoors, their radios turned off. Though, no sleeps. The town is very much alive and awake, lights shining from their houses and filling the dark streets. The streets are not quiet though. From the high school the sounds of radio static can be heard, it also fills the streets and homes of Brockway, and it fills those living there with dread. From outside the school a small group of cops remain, waiting for orders, and hoping for some form of guidance. Leading them is an outside source, Detective Wellson from NYC. This is a case like no other, though, and he is far from prepared for the terrors of tonight. Soon, old timey music is played, distorted but obvious enough. The Host’s show is just beginning and tonight will be one hell of a show.

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Post by Demonhunter on January 4th 2021, 12:38 am

The stench of home brought the devil hunter to Brockway. For the first time in a week, Rai felt like she was in Dis. Grimmorah’s hooves crunched into the snow below the Reaver as she lurks down the odd streets. She could almost feel the fear radiating off the humans in the home. They hide from monsters here as well.

She couldn’t help but notice armed human guards around the streets as they shulked away from the devil woman. Odd to use humans for protection in her mind, however she had come to realize the humans of this world didn’t have reavers to rely on for their protection. They had the occasional supernatural being like herself or other humans.

The feeling was all too familiar, the eerie prickling of the back of the neck, the way the air condensed as people around her breathed in a method that was thicker than the cold. There was a demon loose in this town, Rai could feel it in her very being. No tiny little demon would have this town in such a panic, this one had to be pretty strong.

Rai stops her horse and just listens for the moment. A strange screeching in her ears rang as the radios all began to drone on in town. Rai once again kicks her horse into a light trot toward the sound of the horrible screeching. Trotting turned to a lope as she definitely found herself growing closer to the source. The feeling of dread grew within her, warning her she was closer. However Rai felt dread differently than humans. Humans tended to react to the tell tale aura of a demon with fear and wanted to run away, Reavers were drawn to it, rage bubbled within them, and they wanted to run toward it. On instinct, her kind hated demons.

She finds herself before a building, old and in tatters. But radiating that sickening stench demons did. No doubt there’d be trouble there. However it did rather shock her to see a group of humans before the building as well. She dismounts, pulling her Estoc off her saddle and stowing it upon her back. She takes her whip and hangs it to her belt and then dispells Grimmorah into the void.

The demon hunter moves to the police, believing them to be the one in charge. Rai finds herself before Detective Wellson, trying to work her words into english the best she could. “I am here to kill your demon.” Rai’s voice rings with a strange accent, alien to this world. Some would say she sounded easter European, others would say greek. But her tone was rather plain and somewhat enraged as she couldn’t help the pure spite growing within her for the horrors of this town.
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Post by Nate6595 on January 12th 2021, 11:47 pm

Detective Willson, in his many years of service to the NYC service and to others around the country, had encountered strange beings before. He was well indoctrinated into the new meta-society, understanding that these heroes were some of the only forces that could rightly subdue the supernatural and immensely powerful threats that the planet now encountered. He did not like this, however, and he certainly, out of all the metas that could've arrived tonight, was not expecting this one...if she was even meta. To him, she looked as though she could've been the source of these problems and part of him suspected so. She was here to kill this "demon" if it was that and not a strange empowered person flaunting their ability, but that could very well be a set up for her to say she was doing so and just bolster her ability.

He didn't like this, not one bit, and showed on his and on the deep frown that he wore. He lifted a hand and took a long puff from his cigarette. He eyed over this..."hero", though he thought that word with a great deal of sarcasm. He took a deep breath and then flicked away what remained of his smoke. "Mmm." He started with a grumble. While he did not like the idea of working with a meta, and he never did (minus a few polite ones who addressed him with respect), he understood that he might need one in this case and he wasn't going to let suspicions be the reason he declined one. Especially when the town needed a solution. A quick solution. He turned away from her and looked at the building. "I bet you are." He would have to choose his words carefully if he was going to proceed. "I don't know how much you rightly know or why you want to...as you say, slay this demon...but I can tell you what little info we got." He looked over his shoulder at her, wondering how she would proceed. Regardless, he would go on, looking straight ahead again. "Some of the boys think the music...the sound that's coming from the school right now is the reason people 'round town are getting sick...feeling...off. Honestly, I am feeling that way now too, not too serious. Some of the boys here say so as well, but I ain't about to send some stranger in alone solely because she wants to do our job for us." He reached into his pocket and pulled out some spare ear plugs. "Put these in, all the boys are wearing 'em right now and they help, just a bit, but any help is needed. We'll let you go in first and follow suit. I am guessing if we follow the sound we'll find whatever is causing this ordeal. I am with the law enforcement and I am heading this case, so that means I am in charge. So if I give an order, you better follow it or you'll be up to your ass in officers looking to arrest you, got it?" He eyed her carefully, his words said in a deep, serious tone.

From inside the school, hidden away somewhere deep in the bowels of the school, the Host continued to play his music, to put on his show. The music that would reverberate from the school would be his own brand. The kind that would make one sick. It was the Frequency, the scratchy sound beneath the music that would, with enough time, cause one to start getting dizzy. The school itself was a trap. A way to lure people into the winding, and more importantly, echoing halls. They would search for him, trying desperately to find where he was hidden, and when they were sick and ready to collapse, he would emerge and drag them into his own, special hell.

The school in itself would be rather average in terms of how schools went. Long halls with classes, a large cafeteria, auditorium, and, of course, offices. While he wasn't out the loudspeakers, a radio was there, sitting on an old chair right by a mic so that the broadcast would go out even louder. It didn't need it, he was producing it himself, allowing it to echo through the halls, but...it certainly helped and it would only waste their time as his frequency would chip at them. That's if...they decided to go in.

(https://www.superhero-rpg.com/t12216-the-host this is the host! If ya wanna read his abilities to get an idea of what he does/how he does it...well, here ya go!)
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Post by Demonhunter on January 14th 2021, 11:05 pm

Rai couldn’t help but be interested in the fact that humans were willing to fight here. Humans never fought in Dis. They sent in their Reavers and hid in their homes. She didn’t want to have to explain this though, all she knew was this man was in charge.

In her mind she saw him more as a clergy of Dis than anything else. They enforced laws, enforced reaver behavior and sometimes did accompany reavers on their outings to ensure there was no cowardice. Therefore in her mind, if she messed up, this man may just burn her. She’d have to stay sharp and not let her weeks of relaxation affect her behavior. “Understood. Your men are correct. I’ve seen demons set up nests, we could be walking into a cesspool.” Rai thinks back to the many clear missions she had to do for lower demons. However she had no experience with demons like this. But she did have her suspicions about this being a trap. Reavers, however, were stubborn creatures. They’d walk right into traps intentionally, spring them and fight their way out more often than not. And if they didn’t make it out, another would go in until the nest was swarmed. “Stay behind me. I will take any initiation from whatever is in there.” Rai offers herself as a shield. She was hard to kill and knew it, she just needed to make sure humans wouldn’t have any quarrels with utilizing it.

She takes the earplugs in a bit of confusion but copies him and moves to put them in her ears. “I am Rai, killing demons is my job. If I go down, please don’t proceed without me. I’ll get back up.” She states bluntly. She pulls her scythes from her belt to move toward the door. The reaver was used to taking pointe on these kinds of things as she was pretty swift at reacting, so she moved to the door. Snow crunched under her boots as she approached, noticing the music didn’t seem to be affecting her nearly as much as the humans. She didn’t feel physically sick at all, although the music was bouncing around in her head like angry bees. It was more annoying than anything else. At least so far it was.

She hooks her left scythe under the chain, pulling back with the blade and pushing the door open with her right boot. She wasn’t all loud with it though as her ‘kicking down the door’ was really more of a gentle shove so she could get her weapons back in front of her should something unpleasant be waiting for her.
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