Mission Beta

[baedalites.livejournal.com]

Who: List forthcoming.
What: Going to get a queen ant!
Where: ...in a hive.
When: NOW. This thread will likely cover a few days.
Notes: The basket contains a blanket and fresh and perfectly edible stuff; sandwiches, a stack of wrapped pancakes, syrup, sugar cubes, random assortment of sweet candy, two bottles of sweet blue lemonade.
Warnings: To be updated.

Dear Beta Mission,

So. Large social arthropods and we are going after their queen. We got all of those houses checked and the royalty was in another castle every time. Leaves us (or rather you) with only one option: GOING UNDERGROUND. Thousands of people have done it before you so it should be simple enough! But just in case and just because you are so very dear to our hearts, your gods have decided to grant you some simple boons to help you on your way. You will get:

Glow Sticks - Do you folks like chemiluminescence? Well now you can have 200 sticks of single use biodegradable tubes worth of it! Break it and shake it, it will light up any deep dark tunnel of your choice.

A Magical Compass - Actually I don't know if it's magical or just really scientific but when you're lost somewhere deep underground and you want to know the way out it really doesn't matter does it? What you do is you tell it where you want to go, and it points in that direction. Talk about useful.

A Crate With a Tarp - The very latest in ant queen kidnapping technology!

A Picnic Basket - Well you are out hunting ants, aren't you.

It's hard but not that hard to track the ants down to their original brooding nest. Keen tracking skills or magic should do it. The best entrance lies inside the old subterranean Karsten and Pierce's Mushroom Farm just outside the City. The ants in this nest do not appear to be afflicted by the illness of their sisters on the surface.

It's perfectly dark down in these tunnels, and it smells of mold and formic acid. It's also quiet, or would be if it wasn't for the constant scratching and static tittering of worker ants milling up and down with food and building materials in their mandibles. Much like the ants in the houses, they will not mind intruders as long as the intruders are on their best behaviour. The queen is likely to be in the brooding chamber, surrounded by eggs (some of which may be queen eggs) and workers. She's also likely to be huge and ill disposed to being moved.

Comments

[fuckyouboots.livejournal.com]

No, she doesn't want to do this. There are a ton of other things Cindy can think of doing other than teaming up with the rest of this place and doing what Ceith asked for. But the reward, while small and probably insignificant is something she could use. After all, it's better to send a letter to Bigby to rip apart than have him rip her apart.

But Cindy walks up towards the temple anyway, dressed in a tight black catsuit, black gloves, and a gun strapped to her thigh. That's all she needs. Sure, this blows her cover story right out of the water, but if she plays this letter card right, she won't be here for much longer for people to care.

"Hellboy." She heard the transmission and the guy she's now standing in front of is red. It's not that far of a conclusion to jump.

[paintfromlife.livejournal.com]

Pickman may take longer than some, but it's not like he's ever needed a lot of time to work up to doing something stupid. The biggest preparation he makes, really, is taking off his shoes. He typically wears them as a courtesy, and to blend in, but in a dangerous situation, mobility is way more important.

So as he scampers up to Hellboy and... lady in the black catsuit, hello... at the temple, it may catch the eye that instead of sturdy boots, his feet are wrapped up in strips of dark cloth and duct tape, and look decidedly more... hoof-like... underneath the setup.

"'ey! This the Beta party?" He grins, toothy and yellow.

[primogen_vampirate]

Mina was out shopping when she got the call. It did not do wonders for her disposition. Her enchantment with Baedal had been dwindling for some time now (right aroud the first time some idiot decided to call her 'petal,' frankly) and she was in no mood to work with people; especially mortal people; especially those Hellsing people. But on the other hand, she supposed as she abandoned her shopping bags on the front step of the Inn and made her way to the temple, perhaps this was an opportunity in disguise.

An opportunity to prove that she was a useful commodity that had been soundly abused.

She hurried through the streets, smoothing down the front of her pin-stripped suit, adjusting the angle of her fedora. She had a first aid kit tucked neatly under her arm. Everything about her presented the appearance of someone who was organized, together, and on top of things.

What was inside was another matter entirely.

"Hello," she said, arriving on the scene. "I'm Dr. Mina Barrett. I've been chosen to die along with the rest of you."

[goodtothecore.livejournal.com]

It didn't take Clark long to get to the temple - most of the time was taken up with wondering if he should go at all, since working with other people meant risking his secret identity, and that went against everything he'd grown up with even if this wasn't Kansas any more. But the chance to send a letter home to his parents was enough of an incentive, on top of actually helping people and finding a cure rather than just fighting the symptoms by knocking down nests.

This agonising means he has long enough to see Hellboy's reply, so when he arrives at the temple, it's easy enough for him to find the right group. He pulls up the hood on his top and puts on a pair of sunglasses - this is as close to an actual disguise as he's been able to make for himself, and it'll have to do.

"Um... hey," he waves just a little awkwardly.

[ofminastirith.livejournal.com]

Boromir raises his hand in a wave when he sees Hellboy from a bit away, striding up to the temple every bit the former soldier of Gondor/current field agent of Hellsing. He's sporting a borrowed shield along with his sword, and while he's toned down his usual Medieval attire (chain mail has a habit of clinking, which may not be the best effect in this scenario) he's still wearing his elven cloak (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/List_of_Middle-earth_objects#Elven-cloaks).

Once he reaches their band, he nods in greeting. "Well met." His world's traditional greeting has a certain dryness to it today.

[oenomelic.livejournal.com]

Meg lives for this kind of thing. She doesn't even really pretend otherwise--she's a Scion, this is what she was made for (although it's not exactly her M.O. as Xi Wangmu's daughter, it's still something to do). She turns up with a smile on, wearing tiny shorts, boots, a button-up blouse, and a belt with assorted bags and pouches containing her shaman's supplies.

Over her shoulder, she carries a particular sort of polearm (http://www.learn-chinese-martial-arts.com/images/GuanDao.jpg), as though it weighs nothing.

"Gang's almost all here, it looks like. I'm Meg."

She's accompanied by something invisible that skitters over the floorboards. Suddenly, it makes itself apparent: a large female red fox, uncannily intelligent, and to those with supernatural vision, it has nine tails instead of one.

"...and this is Daji."