Irvine, CA [CLOSED]

[Jacklyn]

ATTN: ALL NEARBY HUNTERS

Location: UC Irvine

Irvine, CA

Students across campus have been going missing. 

Consistent for the past 4 weeks.

Abductions appear to take place every Tuesday night.

Below you will find the profiles for the 4 victims.

Reward: 30 credits to all and any hunter to help on this case

The money will be delivered to you once the case is solved


X.

Missing Persons Profiles

Student 1: Angela Garcia
Sex: F
Age: 22
Hair: Brown
Eyes: Brown
Height: 5'4"
Weight: 150lbs
Major: Ethnic Studies
Last seen: Leaving class Tuesday night, August 6th, 2013. Classroom HUM 167 
Parents: Luis and Melissa Garcia
228 W. Harbor Blvd.
Newport Beach, CA

Student 2: Jamie Wilson
Sex: F
Age: 19
Hair: Black
Eyes: Blue
Height: 5'7"
Weight: 110lbs
Major: Biology
Last seen: Outside her dorm room off Bison, Tuesday, August 13th, 2013.
Parents: John and Elizabeth Wilson
5678 E. 14th Street
Los Angeles, CA


Student 3: Madison Gilmann
Sex: F
Age: 24
Hair: Blonde
Eyes: Blue
Height: 5'5"
Weight: 120lbs
Major: Psychology
Last seen: Social Sciences Library, Tuesday, August 20th, 2013
Parents: Bill and Marie Gilmann
349 University Dr.
Irvine, CA


Student 4: Richard Hudson 
Sex: M
Age: 20
Hair: Blonde
Eyes: Blue
Height: 6'1"
Weight: 150lbs
Major: Computer Science
Last seen: Leaving a friend's house off Campus Dr. Tuesday, August 27th, 2013
Parents: Mother Deceased. Father: Wayne Hudson
7100 Richmond Blvd.
Riverside, CA 

[Jacklyn]

After much travel across the great state of California, Jacklyn has gained some experience under her belt. She was starting to feel like she's getting the hang of this monster hunting thing. She has still not yet found any leads on the creature that took her sister, so her journey continues down the coast of California. She has nearly reached the border and decides to make a stop in Orange County. She checks into a cheap motel and sets up her laptop. Being new to the business, she had recently joined an online community exclusively for hunters. It gives her reports of nearby sightings or speculated supernatural occurrences near her current location. She notices a bulletin posted by an assumed hunter using the alias "X". She had already responded and successfully completed many assignments posted by this mysterious hunter and has grown a feeling of comfort and confidence towards his or her cries for help, so naturally she decides to follow up on this case and investigate the university.

Jack reaches the university around 5 in the afternoon. There were unfortunately no clear connections to the students with regard to major or building they disappeared from, so she decides to go to the records office and see if she can snag the students' class schedules. Maybe they all share the same teacher?

[Saal]

Saal winced as he continued to wrap clean bandages around his forearm. The sea air had taken a toll on his wrappings, but he'd had no other choice. Crossing the border on foot or via car could lead to odd questions. Though he hated the waste he saw in luxury, he had to admit it was a nice change of pace to travel by yacht and spend a few nights in a clean hotel. He'd need to remember to thank Joseph for sneaking him around, perhaps a fruit basket and a nice card. He checked the website again and found another victim had died while he was at sea. His American contact had specifically asked him to investigate this case after the second victim died. Saal needed to wait until nightfall before he could sneak out to the college campus, even at an American school he would draw undue attention. He decided to investigate the classroom where the first victim disappeared. Hughm 167... Hummmm 167? What strange designations for classrooms. He began field stripping his M1911 to pass the time.

[Icarus]

After spending a rough night in the backwoods of Mount Baldy, Icarus heads into town to a little cafe to grab some coffee and get some directions to the nearest highway. Whilst sitting in the cafe, he over hears a conversation between two teenage boys huddled around a laptop computer. The two boys seem to have deep focus on a dark and mysterious website; each murmuring to one another with wild ideas that Icarus can't quite make out. Having raised Icarus' curiosity, he decides to get a closer look by taking a glance while walking to sugar and creamer station. He immediately notices an insignia on the page he recognizes to be a tattoo his father often hid on his upper bicep. His curiosity instantaneously became a deep seeded need for more information. Noticing the two young teens were taking great effort in keeping this website a secret, often looking over their shoulders and changing tabs as strangers would walk by, Icarus knew he would not acquire the information with a simple question. He waits patiently for 25 minutes until one of the boys heads to the restroom, giving Icarus an opportune moment. He approaches the women at the counter, exchanges a few hushed words, and slips her a 20 dollar bill. The women requests the young mans attention at the counter, giving Icarus just a few moments to find what information he can. "International Hunters Union" is brandished at the top of the page with a recent post open the two young teens seemed to have been reading. Icarus read as far as "Irvine, CA" before noticing out of the corner of his eye the boy from the restroom returning to the table. After the recent couple of months, Icarus had finally found a direction to pursue. Feeling confident enough to find trouble rather than trouble find him, he knew he had to pursue this lead. The boy shouted at Icarus as he hastily stowed his laptop in his own bag and dashed for the door. Without hesitation he fired up his Ducati and set course for Irvine, CA.

[Jacklyn]

Suited up in her fake police uniform and equipped with a fake badge, Jack pulls her hair over her undercut and slips on black motorcycle gloves to conceal her exposed metal hand. Jack walks on campus and heads over to the records office. The woman at the counter asks, "How may I help you, officer?"
Jack smiles, "Hello m'am. I'm investigating the disappearances of," she pulls out a small notebook with the missing students' information scrawled on it, "Angela Garcia, Jamie Wilson, Madison Gilmann, and Richard Hudson. I was wondering if you could give me their class schedules and any other personal records? We are still looking for any possible connections between the students."
The woman replies, "May I please ask to see your badge first please?"
Jack and pulls out the fake police badge as calmly as she can. The woman squints at it and smiles, "I'm very sorry about that Officer Jackson, I just have to be absolutely sure. I will get those files for you right away. I really do hope you find those poor dears. Their parents must be worried sick".
Jack trying to contain her sigh of relief, "We are trying our very best, m'am". She has still not gotten used to the idea of posing as a government official. Thank god for that useful guide she bought on it. Who was it by again? Billy Stinger? Whatever.
The woman soon comes back with the students' information. She hands Jack the paperwork and Jack thanks her and leaves. Jack decides to take this newly acquired research to the on-campus Starbucks just a couple buildings down from the records office. She sits at an empty table outside and begins to read through the paperwork until nightfall.

[Icarus]

Nearly 3 hours of driving later, Icarus reaches the campus just after nightfall. Realizing he will have difficulty gaining assistance from any staff after hours, he decides he will just have to let himself into whichever building he needs to access and borrow a bit of information. Fox chooses to investigate the records of all the recently hired Professors prier to the disappearances. After wandering campus for some time, he finally comes across the deans office. Having spent some time with some thieves, Icarus has some basic knowledge of lock picking. After several minutes of struggling, he is finally able to get the door open. The room is dark and he does not wish to turn on any lights and attract any sort of campus security. He first decides to check the computer, only to find it is locked. He shifts his focus onto the filing cabinet across the room. Nearly an hour passes while he sorts through several drawers and individual files before coming across a file marked "Staff Probation Record". Hearing a not so distant male voice outside the door, Icarus grabs the file and slips out a near by window. He decides to make his way to a lower surveillance building on campus to look at his findings.

[Saal]

Night fall:  slipping on a large trench-coat and cowboy hat Saal steals out of the hotel and into the neatly parked 2010 Honda Odessey. Jose always provides Saal with "soccer mom" cars, as he put it, for laughs. Saal pulls in to a UCI parking lot, and makes his way into the maze of buildings that comprise the campus. Keeping his head down and sticking to the shadows, luckily finding a crumpled campus map on the way. After finally reaching the humanities building... Ohhhhh Humanities -- Hum -- gotcha... and finding the doors locked, he checks for wayward students and smashes the glass and lets himself in; breathing a sigh of relief when no alarm sounds.

Turning a right he sees a heavy metal door with no windows inside. The placard reads "167." The heavy doors look well secured and Saal isn't one to pick locks. Noticing the hinges for the door are on the outside, for some reason, Saal begins wedging his knife under the bolts and removing them. After pulling the door from it's hinges he rests it on the side wall. Clicking his flashlight on he begins looking into the room only to immediately meet eyes with a gruesome seemingly half melted human being. It's pale eyes glint upward in surprise and it shakes off what appears to be molting skin. Saal quickly draws his .45 and fires one round into it's chest, it charges at him unphased. Iron doesn't work. Before getting off a second round, the creature rams into him; throwing him against the wall. Shaking his head, Saal quickly pumps two rounds, another iron then one silver, both into the creatures leg. It hisses and jumps backwards after the second bullet pierces its fleshy thigh. Silver huh? May the Lord guide my next shot int- The abomination stops, bits of dripping meat swinging from it's throat,  tilts its head and stands perfectly still. Saal hesitates, trying to read it's next move. In a blur the monster bolts through the shattered doors to the outside. Still dizzy from his sudden introduction to the wall, Saal stands and begins to stumble after the creature before realizing it's long gone. I've drawn undue attention. He turns to pick up his hat and shell casings. Pocketing the hot brass cylinders, he ponders at the type of creature that melts and still lives while he briskly walks into the night. The echo of surprised civilians rushing around fades in the distance.

Remember, O Lord, The children of Edom in the Day of Jerusalem who said, "Raze it, raze it, even to the foundation."

They'll all die the same.

[Reagan]

The sun beat down relentlessly on the southern California school campus. The air was still crisp with the early morning cold but the temperature was quickly rising and Reagan felt he'd soon be cooked alive if he didn't find some shade. It wasn't hard to find some shelter among the collection of school buildings and he soon found a comfortable enough spot on a concrete bench. The shade in which he hid under was provided by the tall, glass building that rose behind him. Curiously he turned to study it, examining the broad glass panes and brightly colored steel bearings. It took a moment but after watching several students walk up a nearby staircase he realized a portion of the building had no walls, and was completely open to the outside. That brought a chuckle to his lips.

"College is strange," he spoke to himself. I wonder what it would have been like to go. As soon as he thought it he regretted it. Taking the idea and shoving it away Reagan returned his attention to the task at hand.

His purpose for being at the school was to collect information, not sit around and admire architecture and he wasn't going to learn much sitting alone next to a wall. Squinting into the mid morning sun Reagan rushed towards the largest group of students he could find.

Reagan spent the next few hours milling around the campus. He didn't talk much to anybody but listened. He was especially attentive to what the students passing by the Humanities building had to say. According to the alert the first disappearance had occurred near the building. Reagan grabbed a snack and settled in around the building. Most of what he heard was nonsense or unrelated, however there was one conversation in particular that perked his interest. Apparently someone's roommate had told them about seeing a giant, fleshy dog running across campus. They'd said it was as big as a person and sounded like it was dying. The group that was gossiping laughed uneasily at the story but dismissed it, however Reagan did not. He racked his brain for possible answers but without seeing it himself he would not be sure. It sounded like the sighting had occurred after the last disappearance. Deciding this was his best lead Reagan made plans to explore the campus come nightfall.

Reagan had returned to his car for supplies and also to wait in the comfort of air conditioning for night fall. He didn't head back immediately after the sun set, but waited until the sky had gone completely dark. The gathering up his things and tossing on a simple sweater so as to conceal his weapons Reagan headed back to the Humanities building. As he approached the building he heard a sudden commotion and what sounded like gun shot. Quickly and quietly Reagan delved into hiding, but made sure to keep and eyes on the door to the Humanities building. It wasn't long before a fleshy creature like the one he'd heard described came barreling out of the building. Reagan paused a moment, waiting to see if another creature was following but after nothing immediately followed Reagan took up pursuit, staying back, but attempting to follow the creature.

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Reagan Williams

[Jacklyn]

After tirelessly reading through the four files, Jack concluded that the only apparent connection between the students is that they all have one class in classroom HUM 167. It was getting pretty late now and it seems most of the students have returned to their homes. She finishes off the last of her frappichino she ordered and begins walking over to HUM 167.

The classroom isn't too far from the Starbucks, so she feels no need to hurry until she hears the sound of gunfire. Confused and alarmed, she runs to the side of the building near room 167 and notices a strange creature the size of a human running on all fours across the park and a tall lanky man running after it. Apparently some other hunters beat her to the beast. She pulls off her jacket and gloves to reveal her metal arm and activates a release on the arm, revealing a simple silver dagger attacked to the top of her hand.

There, no matter what it is, I have an iron plated fist and a silver dagger ready for this bitch. Lets hope it doesn't like metal.

She begins running across the field, trying to take shortcuts to get caught up with the hunter and his prey. She catches the eye of the hunter and flashes him a thumbs up with her metal arm, attempting to signal a sign of teamwork.

C'mon buddy, we can take down this fucker together

[Saal]

Hoping to avoid any suspicion Saal, tries to avoid the various lights around the walkways as he attempts to follow the trail of blood and clumps of fleshy residue left by the beast. He breaks into a jog after picking up the trail and mentally notes that there are 5 rounds left in his alternating magazine, only 3 of which are silver.

Following the trails he notices a few places where it appears the same set of footsteps have stepped in the creature's...residue. Seems there are others chasing this. Feeling suspicious he notes that he may not want to waste the two iron rounds he has and edges his silver knife from its sheath. The trail promptly ends at a sewer opening.

How unhygienic...

[Icarus]

Icarus had retreated to the top of the humanities building to read his newly obtained file when he heard the sound of gun shots followed by the echoing of nearly 4 sets of foot steps. The records had yielded some interesting information about professors sleeping with students, accepting bribes, and being intoxicated during a lecture. Yet he found nothing that would indicate a criminal record or intent for abductions. Icarus looked over the ledge to find several people chasing some human like creature dashing on all fours. Knowing he doesn't have enough time to get to the floor, Icarus immediately dashes towards the side of the building, leaping from building to building while trying to keep track of the group tailing this creature. He notices ahead that the creature has made its way into a underground sewer system. Cutting across several buildings, notices a sewer opening a couple hundred feet ahead. Fox must make haste if he has any chance at getting ahead of the group. He jumps from the top the last building and rolls into an off balance sprint before making his way to the secondary entrance.

I hope I was fast enough. God only knows what we are dealing with. Gotta love that phrase...

[Reagan]

His black sweater flapped behind him like a knitted cape as Reagan pursued the creature. Without much deviation he avoided stepping on the slimy, flesh colored puddles. Reagan had no trouble keeping up with the creature, in fact he was gaining on it. Despite its obvious unnatural ability it still didn't match Reagan in speed and grace. Being the giant he was his long legs kept him on the creatures tail, and it didn't look like he was the only one.

Out of the corner of his purple eyes he caught another racing figure. Taking his eyes off his prey momentarily he glanced over to see examine the other pursuant. She passed him a thumbs up and he caught the glint of moonlight off of metal. A big grin crossed his face and he returned the gesture with a nod. He was happy to have anyone sporting biomechanics on his side. But beyond that he was happy to have what seemed like friendly company, hunting or not time spent in a group was more enjoyable then time spent alone.

Reagan turned his attention back to the animal just in time to see it dive into an opened sewer grate. "Oh shit!" He skidded to a stop as he reached the opening to a dark pit. Looking down he caught a glimpse of the wild blob dashing to the right and into the sewers. "God damn it, this is not how I wanted to spend my evening." He pursued his lips and widened his eyes as he anticipated diving into the darkness. Quickly he stripped off his sweater and the vest he'd been wearing underneath and undid the purple bow tie around his neck. He was fine digging around in dirty sewers, he was NOT okay with ruining his clothes. He was about to leap into the hole when he remembered something. "Do you have any kind of light?" he asked the approaching huntress.

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Reagan Williams

[Jacklyn]

Jack approaches the sewer grate next to her tall new ally and sighs with contempt.

Ugh. Fucking gross.

As she braces herself for a dreaded journey into the sewers, she hears her companion ask about light. Dressed in her police uniform, of course she has a flashlight. She pulls out the flashlight and swings it in front of his face with a big grin on her face.

Guess these silly outfits do come in handy.

Jack turns on the light and tosses it to the man. She pulls her hair back and ties it up out of the way. She tosses her jacket, files, and fake badge on the ground beside her and looks up at her ally and sighs, "well, here goes nothing". She jumps into the hole and cringes as the smell starts to burn her nose. She looks up at her partner and steps out of the way, allowing him to jump down. They reunite and begin their trek into the sewer.

[Icarus]

A loud splash could be heard through out the sewer as Icarus landed and the bottom of the other entrance. He fastened his hand on his blade resting on his left hip as he awaited for the loud shuffling of a four legged beast to draw more and more near. As the noises grew nearer he began to see a silhouette of the creature appear in the darkness. Only having light from the opening above him, Icarus chose to stand his ground to not lose visibility. As he slowly began to adapt to the darkness, he began to make out more detail of the approaching figure. Hunched over on all fours but with the build of a human, its pale blue eyes gave of a stare more fierce than that of a lion locked on prey. Icarus exposed a small portion of his short sword just enough for the silver to shimmer in the light above. The creature seemed to be leaping 5ft at a time, until finally it came to a halt just 10 feet from Fox. Their eyes locked but neither moved. Icarus noticed an uncomfortable feeling creeping inside him. Are these eyes human? They feel all to familiar. Just as the thought rung in his head he realized the eyes he peered into so deeply were his own, yet the face was not. Its face looked distorted and melted, with no teeth in its mouth and very little composure. "You must be a shapeshifter then?" Icarus remarked. The creature stood firmly, breathing deeply in the rank sewage air. "The strong silent type I suppose? Or is it too hard to talk with all those teeth missing? Either way, I am not here to fight you." he said with a small gesture of his left hand pleading caution. "I just want to know if the students you have abducted are safe? What have you done with them?" he inquired. Still no response as the eyes continued to stare back at him almost like a mirror. "Fine. Answer me this: Why are you here? What do you want with them?" he said while fastening his grip on his short sword. In a rasp and haggard voice the creature responded: "The same thing I want with all of my student. To learn."

[Saal]

After placing the pile of discarded items near the sewer entrance in his pack,  Saal climbs into the manhole, closing it behind. Police will be swarming this campus soon; wouldn't want to be followed. He must not be far behind the other two humans. Fully unsheathing his silver knife and drawing his pistol again, Saal begins moving forward. Eyes adjusting to the dim light he hears what sounds like 2-meter class titans ahead-- err people...regular, human people. Breaking into a sprint he turns a corner only to barrel full speed into a tall, thin man, with the cheekbones of a god, knocking them both over. With a shout of surprise his knife and gun fly from his hands as Saal once again does a fantastic job scaring the shit out of two people.

Balls.