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Post by Rinny on Sept 11, 2016 1:34:16 GMT
 | THE DEAD WALK AMONG US. Well some of them are walking. Others are hobbling, limping, crawling, or flailing helplessly while unable to get back up off their back.
Most Camlorn citizens are hiding indoors out of justified fear. The town's smaller police force are frantically attempting to protect their civilians. When this newest wave of undead entered the town, the rumors were proven to be true. In regards to where you are at the time the emergency sirens began blaring in response to the invasion, you find yourself next to two other people. Seems like surviving the current situation would be easier if you worked together.
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☠ You may write for npc characters in this event. If you want to keep a lost child safe for instance to spice up your thread, you have permission.
☠ It is up to the first poster to set the scene. Are you outside running towards the siren to see how you can help? Are you inside a building trying to keep the swarm from entering and harming npc human civilians inside? etc etc, up to you.
☠ Each member is allowed 48 full hours to reply when it becomes their turn. After two days have past, the next person in line is allowed to respond.
☠ A staff member through out the event may post random occurrences to throw you guys a curve ball.
☠ The undead in this event can be categorized under the classification "roamer". Their souls have moved on and their brains are most likely decayed so there's no memory or basic logic that you can expect from these guys. If they hear sound in one direction, they will follow that lead. They do not use tools such as a rock to break a window, they will merely slam themselves against it. If there's a target on the other side of a broken bridge they will walk off the bridge until there's enough of a pile to possibly get across. (For the sake of the event, consider these to be a reoccurring spawn of sorts; the event will end when the staff post that all the bodies drop)
☠ If you get bit there is no spreading of zombie-ness. These undead are the work of a necromancer's magic, not a virus. They are entering from outside the town inwards, seeming to be searching for the one who summoned them. Cemeteries, morgues, the mass burial ground of magi from the nearest etc, The older an undead, the slower they move. For instance, a body of a recently deceased person from a hospital will be able to run while the body of a 187 year old corpse will be jauntily hobbling at best.
NECROMANCER COUNT
There is ONE Necromancer among you
(Not named so the member has full creative freedom)
GROUP FIVE POSTING ORDER
Aiden Garnette
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Caroline Vorlan
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Post by Aiden Garnette on Sept 12, 2016 6:20:29 GMT
 Post"Wicked" Aiden GarnetteEverything happened so fast that it was easy to blink, misstep, and then be overrun by hordes of the ravaged undead. They rushed around like madmen, but driveling and snarling like beasts. They had arrived in immense numbers and instantly beset upon those who were least prepared or just plain caught off guard. Fight-or-Flight led into chaos and now the scene accurately resembled a full-blown war zone with the dead on the ground and the living shacked up in their houses.
Aiden had been walking around outside when the first screams broke out and for a mere second he had stood in near paralysis at the confusion taking place. They rushed out into the streets like a tidal wave and the few people in that section of Le'Fleur Street were equally taken aback or just couldn't believe their eyes. He snapped out of it though, just like the quick-witted few who were able to grasp and react to the situation for what it was. They forgot any belongings they were carrying and any other activities they were performing to immediately stampede away. The zombies flooded in and there was little to no time to plan and think, only time to run and retreat.
The few buildings nearby were the cafe and bus station, both of which looked to be quickly filling up. There were also some homes nearby, which were quickly being slammed and locked as the citizens frantically scrambled inside to lock their doors. Aiden looked down the street to where the pub was located, but that was farther down and he most likely would be caught before reaching it. Faced with the ensuing audience of undead, Aiden rushed backwards and dodged inside the cafe just as the people crowding within chose to slam the wooden door and immediately lock it. Within seconds, the many undead slammed themselves against the barricade, battering against the wood as it splintered. A hefty and burly man immediately pushed tables in front. With deathly frightened and panicked voices, many of the others inside the cafe chose to continue pushing more into the doorway.
Aiden laid on the floor for a few seconds, sweating and mouth agape, but otherwise far more composed than the other passengers inside the Clubhouse Cafe. The interior was moderately large as Aiden noted the hardwood floors and dining area that was only 3-5 tables while not counting the ones the party had shoved against the door. The windows on the side were screened, though the creatures of the darkness were pushing and wrenching their way through that too. "I'll get the windows!" he jumped and on first thought looked towards the potted plant that seemed like it could be lodged in the screen. "Does this cafe have back doors or anything like a cellar!?" he asked frantically, hoping the owner was also among the group of them present.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 12, 2016 14:40:35 GMT
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ZOMG. Zombeeeeeehhhhhsssss....
It wasn't often that her investigations led her all the way out to Camlorn, considering that she didn't have jurisdiction outside of Felici, but this one had seemed urgent enough that the Captain had okayed it. What neither of them had expected was for the routine investigation to take this bizarre turn. Before that day, she would have said that she didn't believe in zombies, and that necromancy was a legend best left in the distant past. Unfortunately, it didn't seem that reality agreed with her beliefs. When she'd first heard screaming, her first instinct had been to run toward it and respond, like any good police officer, but she quickly realized that she needed to get the civilians to safety first.
"Get inside!" she yelled, her accent slipping out in force because of the stress of the situation. "Inside! NOW!"
Once a fair number of the civilians had gone, she slipped in herself, holding the door open for the last man, who was being hotly pursued before Talia slammed the door shut behind him. Pressing herself against the door, she helped some of the men from in the town as they barricaded the door. The undead horde was pushing on the door, but the owner managed to latch the door on top and bottom, even while the rest of the group was pushing the pew-like seats in front of the door. Talia panted, trying to catch her breath. What in the hell was going on in this place?
Hearing someone shout about the windows, she glanced upward and saw that there were grates that retracted. Security grates would go a lot further toward securing the windows. Hurrying to the metal switch that controlled them, she slammed it into the active position, and the metal descended before turning flat, like a set of metal blinds.
"Man that door," Talia ordered, pointing at the burly man. "Don't open it for anything."
With her hand resting on the butt of her pistol, she followed the owner through the back. He slammed the cellar door open without ceremony, revealing a dark and musty storage room. Talia pushed past him, more concerned about the possibility of the back door. She found two exits, one of which was already locked. As she walked up on the second one, it slammed open and a pair of zombies stumbled toward her.
She pulled her pistols smoothly and shot them one after the other, burying each round in their eyes. Thankfully, they each collapsed and stopped moving, and she was able to slam the door closed before another could get through. She locked the doors before pulling a couple of sacks of flour in front. Frowning as she looked at the dead zombies, she shot them each one more time in the head. It was better to be safe than sorry, after all.
"I need someone on this door!" she called.
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Post by Caroline Vorlan on Sept 12, 2016 21:14:22 GMT
 Notes Hello I see your excellent posts and offer you this garbage one
| 'TIL DEATH DO US PART, AND IT DID One minute, Dullahan was investigating a quiet town; the next, shambling bodies and panic on the streets. She stood still when people dashed around her, and looked for these “undead.” Her skepticism went out the window when she saw the first one, followed by many others. She didn’t warn the bodies before engaging; she simply lifted her sidearm and shot. The head shot was the kill shot, said rumors, and it was apparently true. However, it became apparent to her that she would not be able to shoot down the entire mob, which seemed to be surrounding the entire town, and so she turned to the nearest building; a small law building, next to a café. It was a poor decision, and she found that out quickly, when the zombies began pouring in through a back door. She ran up a staircase, and considered making a stand at the top… but there was no telling how many there would be, and even with her cyborg stamina, she’d be foolish to try to fend them off on her own. There was a floor-to-ceiling glass window on this floor, and it looked over to the café, where she had seen people gathering. It looked like the horde was having trouble getting in, too, meaning they set up a decent enough barricade. Well, it was a better chance than flying solo. She took a few steps back, and with a running leap (and a little help from her hydraulic legs), she was able to bound over the large alley, and landed on the ceiling of the café with a roll and a loud THUD. The zombies had no chance to clear the gap, and instead fell down two stories as they continued to brainlessly pursue. She looked down into the skylight and saw people inside, though some were now looking up at her. She motioned for them to clear away, then stomped down on the glass with her boot, raining pieces down onto the cleared area. She dropped down, landing in a crouch amid frightened and confused faces. “Officer Enthaupten, Ethean Government,” she stated, and nothing more. She took stock of the situation quickly; civilians, decent defenses, and… magi among the humans. She wondered if any of them were responsible for this mess, but snapped her gaze towards the back when she heard a familiar voice. She pushed her way through the crowd and towards the rear of the building. And, of course, there she was, doing her civic duty. “Getting in more trouble, Talia?” She said, relieved to see a familiar face. Talia was one of the few she could depend on in this strange situation, and if anyone could keep a frightened mob in line, it was her; just ask any of the regulars are the bars she frequented. “I got you, step back.” Hefting a crate that made even her struggle, she placed it in front of the door with an echoing boom. Must have been filled with more sacks, or other food supplies. It would do a good job of securing that door, and she breathed out. “Don’t suppose you know what’s going on here, either?” She said, and moved to help secure the other door. “This is some unusual magic.” |
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Post by Aiden Garnette on Sept 14, 2016 5:53:41 GMT
Post"Wicked" Aiden Garnette Everyone in the building seemed to work together in concert quite well to put the cafe into lockdown. The doors and windows were quickly blocked with Aiden pitching in a little more while gently staying out of the way of most of the others. There was one woman in the small crowd that he decided would be best to avoid based on prior experience so he kept his distance. He would be open to talking later on with no problem, but for the moment he decided it would best to not ruffle any feathers and just go along with the group.
That task was made even harder the second the glass broke. Aiden had retreated upwards to inspect what else could be an asset to them that may have been missed when he and two others saw the motions coming from outside by a shadow figure. By instinct, Aiden was calm enough to judge that the motions were human and backed away, but his eyes widened once he got a better look.
“Officer Enthaupten, Ethean Government,”
She was well-muscled and her face was hard for Aiden not to recognize. His methods of gathering information were rare, but he would have to be pretty darn ignorant to not be capable of finding out about the newest and biggest tales coming out of the Hunter's Guild. A built woman... with purple hair... bearing an eyepatch... were just the few scraps of information he could ascertain. They went no further and actually investigating the info was a pain. She was connected to the Hunter's Guild and that had been enough for him. His muscles tensed and he gritted his teeth, feeling like the woman was off her guard and he could jump and kill her immediately. It would cause a stir, but having someone who was a potential big league target right in front of his face had to have been just a bad joke meant to taunt and belittle him.
What gave him pause though was the consideration he had to give to their situation. If the small group had any chance of surviving this, then he was willing to play the game for now. Nonchalantly reining himself in, Aiden went back to conducting his inspection and carrying heavy sacks where directed. The furniture they used up and the food supplies of the cafe were quickly gathered together so they could ration out for however long they needed to wait. For now, the muscular woman was preoccupied and judging from the tone of voice she used and who it was directed towards, it seemed like the two of them had prior history.
That suited him quite well and Aiden saw anyways that it was in his best interest to stay away. Sitting in the background was probably more his style anyways and with the two most noted people commanding the strike, it would be rather easy for him to not get any attention. The people, upon hearing the word officer, rallied around and seemed to cozy up to the two of them with no problem.
As time would go on, he averted his gaze on purpose and resolved to keep working. Though it was in his nature to be flippant in this kind of scenario, the former Hunter tacitly kept to himself.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 14, 2016 13:18:28 GMT
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Listen to the little angry lady.
"Caroline!" Talia said, raising her eyebrows as she recognized her old friend. "What are you doing here? Nevermind, I don't really care. For now, let's just focus on getting through this alive."
To say she was surprised to see Dullahan would be understating matters a bit, but some part of her was relieved to hear Caroline's voice cut through the rising hysteria in the diner. There was no questioning that Dullahan was good in a fight, and Talia suspected that she would need all of the fighters she could get, if she was to keep this building secure. She didn't really know what had caused the walking undead, but she did know that the civilians were greatly outnumbered, and that she probably didn't have enough ammunition in her guns and extra clips to handle all of the enemies out there. Besides, having someone she trusted at her back would make it easier to get things done.
With the back doors secure, Talia turned her attention to the cellar. It was the only unsecured exit in the building, since she didn't really know what was down there. Perhaps it was better to move all of the supplies upstairs and secure the door to the cellar now, before things got too desperate. Walking into the main dining room, she was greeted by frantic stares and more than a couple hostile looks. She wasn't particularly surprised about the first one, but the second one was the real annoyance. Because of her stature, her gender, and even her foreign accent, sometimes people took issue when she took the lead on something. She didn't have the time or patience to deal with that shit.
"I need a couple volunteers to help get the supplies in the cellar upstairs," she said, her tone brooking no argument.
A number of voices raised in protest, and Talia's eyes flicked over to a bulky man he stood up at once, ignoring the fact that someone was wrapping his bleeding shoulder in a bandage. He was well-built, but Talia had experience dealing with large men, and she could tell from his body language that he'd never been trained in a martial art. A brawler, probably, or a bully who was used to getting his way.
"And who the hell put you in charge?" he growled, stalking over to her. "You're just a damn Fokradiin spy anyway. Hell, this is probably all your fault!"
He jabbed his finger at her, towering over her in height, but he had misjudged her because of her size. She grabbed his outstretched arm and twisted it behind his back, smacking his head onto the counter-top before he had a chance to regain his balance. Silverware scattered everywhere as she held him in tight armbar, using the awkward positioning to keep him from being able to push her off. The man grunted, the thick muscle in his arm cramping from the way she held him still.
"My heritage is not up for discussion," she said shortly. "Anyone else have any stupid questions to ask, while zombies are coming to eat us?"
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Post by Caroline Vorlan on Sept 14, 2016 16:59:23 GMT
Notes (The man is Aiden). Dullahan: Expert puncher, horrible speech-giver.
| 'TIL DEATH DO US PART, AND IT DID Dullahan didn’t care either, but all the she had similar feelings about her. “Investigating. More surprised to see you here; this isn’t your jurisdiction.” Not that she was ever one to stay out of trouble. And as usual, she was one to take the lead. Despite her gruff attitude (which, make no mistake, Dullahan respected immensely), she had quite a bit of charisma. Something about her voice always held an undertone of “Don’t fuck with me.” Dullahan stood by and watched her handle the burly moron, with a brief upturn at the corner of her lips. Moron. She turned to the rest of the crowd. “I’m the only officer of the government here, and I put her in charge,” she said. “Undead or not, the law still applies. And we’re the best chance any of you have at getting out of this situation alive. So unless you want to end up dead, I suggest you listen up.” Dullahan had no finesse. In fact, she probably made the panic worse, but at least nobody else stepped forward to question their authority. “Fokradiin spy; listen to yourself, idiot,” she said, more exasperated than angry. “It’s clearly some sort of magic at work here. But detective Ivanov is correct; we need to secure the building before we can make a plan. I’ll take the lead for downstairs, but I don’t know what’s down there. Need people who can fight.” And she would interrogate each of these Magi thoroughly when they were secure in the building. Already, some of the crowd were eyeing the few magi present suspiciously, shifting away from them, and whispering among themselves. Smart; you can’t trust magi, and although this is different from any sort of documented magic, it was definitely something beyond reason. She took stock of the room when volunteers were lax. There was a man, clearly not paying attention to the officers, who seemed fit, and carried a weapon. “You, over there! If you can use that weapon, I need you to come with me. And you, and you,” she said, pointing to the most fit and bravest looking women in the café. Hesitantly, they nodded, and looked around for weapons. Dullahan pulled out her pistol and a spare clip. “Either of you two good with a gun?” One nodded, and Dullahan handed the weapon to her, watching her carefully as she took it. She seemed to handle it well, and so Dullahan was content. Did she like handing off her weapons? No. But she also didn’t like being killed by undead, and she already had her built-in shotguns. It would likely be close-quarters anyway. The other woman returned with a heavy metal rod, retrieved from the back. “Talia, I think it may be best for you to keep order up here,” she said. She wanted the woman at her back, but she also didn’t want to return to an unruly mob tearing the place apart. “We should be able to handle anything that might be downstairs.” If the man didn’t want to come, Dullahan would cross her arms and glare. Why was his face familiar? Well, he wasn’t a magi, and that was all she cared about. She wouldn’t move until she got a reason. If he did volunteer to follow, Dullahan would wave for the group to follow her to the cellar entrance. |
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Post by Aiden Garnette on Sept 17, 2016 9:28:07 GMT
Post"Wicked" Aiden Garnette Part of Aiden's ego chipped off the block and the crack it left rattled the inner confines of his psyche. What was his best course of action in this impossible situation? He had been content to stay under the radar and bide his time until it seemed the Magi in the group were coming under fire and uneasily backing away. The feeling made it harder to keep his composure while this government agent appearing unexpectedly made his blood simmer quietly underneath. He could fight and maybe outmaneuver both women, but this was hardly the place to do that now.
It was an insult to his ego and pride that these two b****** were going to be ordering them around and he couldn't do anything to change course, but his best interest actually for the moment was to play along. He provocatively thrust his hips forward for no one in particular, swaggering forth and spitting out the bad taste in his mouth onto the floor.
The silver-haired rogue had no interest in leading the group, but the Magi's safety concerned him and so did some of the townspeople, regardless of how the few of them were acting like ignorant Magiphobes. Whatever force had gotten them into this mess, he doubted it was one of the Magi here. The few huddling around each other were kind and truly didn't deserve to go under the magnifying glass, but the pitched fear right now wasn't something he could dissipate by himself. He would need to wait, adapt, and hopefully fight their way out of this predicament.
Out of the corner of his eye, while acting like he wasn't paying attention at all, Aiden saw the tattoo woman move in response to being pushed and hip toss the heavyset man into an armlock. In better circumstances, he would've offered a word or two of praise for definite skill on her part, but that would never be. Aiden moved his feet to head back to the corner of the room, trying to continue going about battening down the bunker, but he could feel the woman's eye suddenly turn toward him and in that instant felt himself slump and mentally brace for impact.
"Fine." he answered tersely with eyes downcast and neck craned toward the corner to avoid directly meeting the woman's eye as she went about picking up a few more recruits. Idly, Aiden scratched an itch on the back of his neck, feeling like the stares of a few people were now upon him and the feint sting of something that could've been a mosquito bite. His hand lifted his snowy white hair as the few that the woman had picked began to follow her into the embrace of the walking dead.
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"Will do," Talia said, nodding once to Dullahan. "We'll shore up defenses up here. You know what to do if any of those roamers are down there."
The white-haired man's presence didn't even register in her brain as she headed over to a group of men who were crowded around the door, peering out. They drew back from the door as she approached, and she put her eye to the gap in the boards that were keeping the monsters at bay. They were leaning up against the door, pounding on it as if their bare hands would get through. With the quantity that were out there, Talia would have felt a lot better about the whole thing if she hadn't been in a building with so many glass windows. How was she going to hold off an army of the undead and save all of these civilians from in here?
First, she had to assess the situation, in case the undead found a way in. With a group of civilians in a country with extreme gun control laws, it was bound to be a shitstorm.
"How many of you people are armed?" she asked, glancing around at the group. "And do any of you Magi have the kind of magic that would help us put up a fight?"
The elderly owner of the diner pulled a shotgun from under the counter and rested it on the tile surface, tapping the barrel with one finger. Heading over, Talia inspected the weapon, checking to ensure that it was clean and in working order. It seemed pretty well kept up, and she could see a few boxes of extra ammunition within easy arm's reach. Whether he had the legal documentation for something like this... At this point, it didn't really matter. If it saved all of their asses, she wouldn't even come back to ask after it. She nodded once to the old man and looked around at the rest. None of them were armed, which meant that she would need to find a weapon for them.
However, there were a couple of Magi who were lingering in the corner, looking down and properly terrified. Talia headed over to that corner, ignoring the angry looks that some of the men were giving.
"Don't worry about them," she said. "Tell me."
"I can... I can make ice..." one of them offered, shuffling awkwardly.
"Perfect," Talia said, grinning at her.
The young Magi woman looked up at her in shock, her pale gray eyes examining Talia's face as if the police officer was about to pull some kind of a prank on her. Honestly, the absolute nonsense of the whole situation was beyond frustrating. If these Magi could save their lives, hopefully, the bigots would get over their stupidity.
"I need you to coat the door with as thick of a layer of ice as you can manage," Talia said. "Lock those doors down."
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Post by Caroline Vorlan on Sept 20, 2016 18:06:21 GMT
Notes Open-ended as fuck. Sorry for the trash, I'm really having a hard time with this thread OTL
| 'TIL DEATH DO US PART, AND IT DID She nodded at Talia. “Holler if you need a hand up here; don’t be alarmed if you hear gunshots.” She turned to the owner and asked him about the details of the basement; from his description, it seemed to be a similar setup to a house cellar; pipes, furnace, water heater, pumps… Fortunately it wasn’t a large business. With that information she then led the group to the top of the cellar stairs. Her revolver-like shotguns formed at her wrist, the metal making a slight whirring as her skin shifted and gears moved. Slowly, she opened the door. The lighting downstairs was dim, clearly only weak sunlight poked through window wells, and perhaps there was a single, weak light dangling further into the center of the room. She looked over her shoulder at the group. “We’ll halt at the bottom of the stairs and assess the situation. I don’t want you taking risky shots past anyone other than me,” she said to the woman with the gun. “Last thing we need is someone getting hit by friendly fire. So follow me, and if we don’t see anything, we’ll make a stand at the bottom of the stairs… Are these things lured by anything?” “I think sound…” The woman with the rod said, meekly. Dullahan nodded. “Fantastic. I want you with the pipe to follow me, then you with the sword. We’ll fan out at the bottom, and kill them as they come. Any objections?” The women were quiet, and she’d look to the man. He seemed the most capable of the group. He had… confidence. And carried a weapon. A hunter, perhaps? One she didn’t know? It was possible; the guild was a large organization. It would explain why his face seemed so familiar. If he objected, suggested an alternate route, or questioned her authority, she would stay at the top of the stairs with the group to iron out whatever he brought up. Otherwise, they would descend the stairs as planned; Dullahan lead, and crept quietly down, listening for any signs of movement. There was nothing yet, but that didn’t mean they were in the clear. Once she reached the unfinished floor of the cellar, she was able to take full stock of the room. It was wide, with crates for storage, various shelves, spare supplies, and old furniture. There were also several flimsy-looking wooden doors. She noted the one to the outside wasn’t visible, but there was a space they couldn’t see on the far wall; it looked like the room may continue around the corner to the right, and the door could be there. With a hand signal she motioned for the two melee combatants to follow and form a barrier at the bottom of the stairs, to protect the only one with a gun who stood on them, able to shoot over their heads. “They still may be down here. Make noise when you’re ready,” she whispered. |
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Post by KitCat on Sept 27, 2016 5:32:42 GMT
| THE DEAD WALK AMONG US.
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Outside of the building that this particular group of residents were in, it was complete chaos. The once quiet quaint town of Camlorm was now erupting into a screaming ball of frenzied panic. A reawakened deceased grandmother was chewing on her grandchild's hand, the local general store owner was punching an unlucky customer who got caught in the action. Basically it was all happening (un)eventfully, that was until a fire magi’s hiding place was found. Hiding in a barrel outside that was supposed for fruit, the magi was caught unaware, and ended up shooting a burst of flame out into the zombies that were attacking him. Caught up in the events, the massive amount of dead shuffling people soon began to burn.
Cue the smell of burning decayed flesh, as it sifted into the tiny places left open to exposure. I’m talking the cracks into between the windows, the small fissures in the foundation, and finally the ventilation shafts that were supposed to regulate the air, were instead sending the fumes into the building itself.
If the residents were to inquire into the source of the smell, by looking out the windows, they would see something even worse. A whole horde of Zombies were now on fire, and headed toward the building. It seemed that whatever they wanted, the building was in their way. Plus, it didn’t help that an earth magi was having a panic attack in the corner, which subsequently causing earthquakes in the building.
The people below would feel the building shift and shake with each passing minute. This sudden movement of course, would wake those who lied in wait for the unsuspecting travelers, and supposed investigators. The people below would see a shuffling mass of dead people coming towards them. Apparently the noise that they had made coming down the stairs had aroused the zombie into action. If one were to observe carefully, they would see many carrying what looked like the remains of a person, a snack for later perhaps?
As soon as they caught the scent of the advancing party, they would drop these measly appetizers and head towards the main course.
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Post by Aiden Garnette on Sept 30, 2016 2:40:52 GMT
Post"Wicked" Aiden Garnette In the moment that the smoke started to draft in and the quakes started to come, the former hunter was completely caught off-guard. His footing nearly left the ground and he would've been thrown to the ground had he not grappled onto a nearby counter and steadied himself before turning around and dashing to the doorway for answers. They had secluded themselves rather well, but there were still hurried gaps and what was plainly visible on the outside quickly started the frantic rush in his brain to reconsider his whole plan of attack. The zombies were on fire and shambling toward the cafe to continue the barrage attack on the cafe. He had moments to think and react because he heard the slam of the door and saw the flames beginning to lick at their boundaries in a hurry. "Well screw our plan. The zombies aren't going to wait, we're gonna have to abandon ship." Running over their options though, Aiden knew that they were trapped. Using the Water Magi's freezing magic though could possibly help them stall for time, though for how long? Fires were already beginning to catch on and though the woman Magi was getting on to the task of freezing them, he could only guess how long it would last. "We don't have much choice. They'll burn us to death eventually. There are too many of them and that ice won't last for too long if we're swimming in an inferno." Aiden spoke up in calm, though urgent fashion for all those present in the room, "Anybody have any other Trump cards up their sleeves?" He questioned in a stern tone of voice, gesturing for most of the other civilians in the room. It didn't feel right for him to be commanding the survivor's attention, but right now the situation wasn't looking good. "J-just who the hell are you?? The i-ice should hold up! I'm doing my best to hold it!" the woman protested, pouring herself into the magic at her finger tips as she spoke up and turning her head toward the stairs, "Those two said that we'll be fine if we just stay inside and I'm inclined to believe them so we should just stay put and let me keep using my magic to put up the fires. I should be able to last for the night." she said, stopping Aiden right in his tracks. As much as he hated to admit it, she was right to take their side over his. From one angle, they were surrounded by zombies and going outside was an increasingly risky gambit. Knowing what he did about Magi's limits though, he knew that she alone couldn't possibly cover all the flames that would spread. It would overwhelm all of them within a matter of minutes when combined with the tremors that were already dislodging and breaking apart their defenses. Their best option was probably going out the back door and looking to break through the ranks of undead for a more defensible position outside of Camlorn or else they were going to be cooked alive. Taking a deep breath, he decided that he couldn't afford to be hesitant here. "My name is Aiden Garnette. I'm a former Hunter for the Hunter's Guild. That may not inspire much trust, but please... I'm not here to argue with you and I want us all to survive this! You can't possibly take out all the flames that are going to breakout soon. We need to get out of this place and figure out a better plan for defending ourselves!"Even while he spoke, the flames were licking at the bottom floor from almost all sides. Judging from the rate they were consuming, Aiden had to wager a guess that they needed to be gone within the next 13 minutes before the cafe would begin to cave in on itself.
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Post by Deleted on Oct 1, 2016 20:58:42 GMT
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She had been in the middle of trying to decide where the ice would be best served when she started to smell smoke. There weren't any fire Magi in the building that she knew of, which meant that it had to be coming from outside. If there was a fire spreading, there would be no way for them to stay inside the diner. It would eventually catch, and even if it didn't, the surrounding buildings would. They would be overwhelmed by the heat and smoke eventually. There was no choice but to find a way to retreat. But what direction? She was in the middle of thinking the matter through when the white haired man started arguing with the ice magi, and she finally realized that she'd met the man before.
He was the drunken idiot she'd met in Dagos a few weeks back. Seeing him here was an odd coincidence at best, and highly suspicious at worst. Did he have something to do with what was going on here? Even more disturbing, had he been following her for some reason? Shelving that possibility for now, she listened to what he was saying. She was highly surprised to find out that the man was a former Hunter. The Guild was highly secretive, but she had been under the impression that membership was for life.
"Former?" Talia inquired, tilting her head curiously. "I didn't know there was such a thing. You know what? It doesn't matter. Caroline, I need you to scout up on the roof and tell me what direction is the safest route for evacuation. If the fire doesn't get us here, the smoke will. It's time to go."
Burning zombies. The night was turning better and better. The fire didn't seem to be deterring them in the slightest, only making them walking torches. As if they weren't dangerous enough. She watched out the crack of one of the windows, one of the few that wasn't yet heating up from the fire. How far from the edge of town could they be? There was no knowing what direction the zombies were coming from, but if the town was on fire, they would have to make a break for the woods. It wasn't particularly defensible, but at least it wasn't on fire. Not yet, anyway.
How was she going to get all of these people out safely? There was so little chance of everyone surviving...
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Post by Caroline Vorlan on Oct 4, 2016 2:21:34 GMT
Notes Fuck why is it always fire fuuuuck
| 'TIL DEATH DO US PART, AND IT DID Ah, shit. Well, it was a solid plan, but they’d have to abandon it. She knew she didn’t want to be present for another goddamn fire, and she wasn’t looking to repeat her personal hell from eight years ago. Fuck. No. And she definitely wanted to get Talia out of this mess, too. She narrowed her gaze as the man explained who he was. Ex-hunter, huh? “It’s not common,” Dullahan offered to Talia’s question. “Either they retire or abandon their service. But you’re right; let’s get out of here first. That fire won’t wait while we talk.” Before she jumped up, she considered retrieving her gun from the civilian, but honestly? She was armed enough and it might be handy to have another person putting holes in corpses. With a running, propulsion-aided jump, her hydraulics sprung her high enough to get a grip on the window from where she had made her entrance. With little effort, she heaved herself up onto the roof and crouch-walked to the side of the building. The front, of course, was where the biggest congregation stood. The sides… The sides seemed clear enough, but there were stragglers wandering every which way. Still, it was the better bet than trying to push through the entrance, so it would have to do. She slung her rifle out from its sling on her lower back and walked back to the skylight. Peering down, she gave the status. “Front’s most of them. Side ways have some stragglers, but it’s the only way out. If you break towards the edge of town in the opposite direction of the main group, you’ll have a better chance.” She held her rifle up so Talia could see it. “I can give you all some cover from up here; don’t worry; I’ll be able to catch up.” She turned her head to look back at the rising smoke from the front, shuddering slightly. “Move fast once you exit; if that front group sees us leave, it’s going to be a tough time.” If the affirmative was given, Dullahan would go to the back corner of the building and click the safety off her precision rifle. She wouldn’t fire until she heard them do so, and she would try to expertly pick off any stragglers trying to hit them from the sides. If Talia had another plan, well, she didn’t have much of a choice other than to listen to her; stubborn detective always wanted to lead. Dullahan smirked at this as she zeroed in on a target, waiting from the group to exit and make noise. Gods willing, they could be quiet enough to avoid much trouble. |
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Post by Aiden Garnette on Oct 6, 2016 1:20:41 GMT
Post"Wicked" Aiden Garnette No sooner was he given the green light did Aiden start to move. The citizens and Magi were calmer now or at least they didn't let their fear show on their faces. It was good they did, because Aiden wasn't sure what their next move would be either. With his cover blown, he was more than a bit unsure of how the aftermath of this entire debacle would turn out. Both of the two women seemed to only give him a curious glance. What ran through their minds, Aiden could only guess for now. As soon as it was established that their best bet was to head sidelong, the former hunter showed no hesitation. Stewarding the rest of the Magi along the way, they were faced with the light amount of stragglers bumbling around the roads. The woman who stayed behind to hold them off was atop the old cafe as he only spared a glance before carrying on. The fighting wasn't as intense as he had anticipated with the Magi and the others holding their own against the struggling hordes of Zombies. He hurried along, breaking for the flank with all haste. His knives were kept sheathed as he vigilantly watched for interlopers that would most likely get in their way. In the distance behind them, Aiden knew the fires would be spreading quickly, making his feet move all the quicker as he worked to steward the rest of the survivors into the purple-infused night. As the group made their way across darkened patches of grass, Aiden fervently kept stock of their surroundings. No sooner did the survivors make it into the clearing flanked at the south end of the village, a lot of flaming zombies began to break off the assault to launch after the survivors. Ordinarily, they would have broken off and managed to escape the encirclement of the pursuing undead, but the pace of the zombies quickened as their numbers continued to grow. It was clear that they weren't going to have an easy time going the back route. Even with the Hunter giving them cover from the roof, there were far too many for individual battles. Within moments, it would be easy to box them all in and no amount of gunfire was going to save them. They had to keep the zombies from getting in front of them, which would have to be done by either him or the detective woman next in line. The Ice Magi would be best served in aiding their opposite flank, which was increasingly made of open space, and ice-made detective would be best in clearing their front so the civilians could escape. That left their right flank, which Aiden and maybe one other Magi could secure without much trouble. It was a bit of a forested area, roiling around where many of the citizens had gotten their drinking water. It was narrow, meaning Aiden could use his knives and keep most of them at bay. Plus, the tremors from earlier were receding as they got further away, so it made the most sense for Aiden to plug that gap so they weren't caught in a pincer attack. It was a call he was hesitant to make, but he did so and spoke over the group with a harshness of breath. "They're going to encircle us soon and then we'll be caught in a pincer!! We need a better plan to break through the pack or we're dead! Detective Ivanov, can you handle getting the zombies clear from the front?? If you can do that, I'm going to stall them on the right side!" he spoke assertively over the rest, waited for an early response and began quickly directing the others to their spots for the forward charge lying ahead. As his feet beat furiously against the ground, he felt strange. Being a leader wasn't something he always thought about. He never really liked being the center of attention, but now wasn't the time to be skipping out. Whatever the woman's response was, they had to keep the horde off their neck and so there was no time for half-assed decisions. None of the Magi were going to volunteer to help an ex-hunter so it was most likely that he would need to do it on his own. The other woman would need time to catch up, time they were quickly running out of. After directing the Ice Magi to guard their left side and redirect the Zombies, Aiden broke away alone to keep the right flank from being overrun. Within the span of a minute, Aiden was out-of-sight of the cafe and even the rest of the group that were caught up in the fighting and sheltered by the overgrowth and darkness. He heard gunshots and all sorts of other sounds, but even then had no other recourse to turn around. The blackened, charred shadows of the approaching horde filled in the gaps between the shadows of the trees. Aiden stood up and unsheathed his saxe knife blade, letting the smallish weapon glance at the enemies it would soon be cutting to pieces. Luckily, his judgement had been correct and this area was pretty slim and punctuated by muddy spots that would make moving more difficult... for his enemies. He also could worry less about being outflanked by the number of enemies, seeing as how the the area's obstacles would impede them purposefully. Kicking off the ground, the ex-hunter dashed in-between a pair of shrubs, looking to spot an opening. He was surrounded and it didn't help that that the darkness made it harder for him to pick out moving corpses, even with his better-developed eyesight. He switched tack just as a rustle of branches caught his attention, but he wasn't fast enough and was soon bowled over. As soon as he felt the full throttle of the zombie's charge, Aiden braced himself for the pain that would come as he was instantly beset upon by the crowds around him. He tried to kick away, though new he couldn't and waited for the inevitable multitude of gnashing teeth.... But that never came. In truth, the zombies began to hug him. One of them, a deceased woman of a few years younger, was hugging and kissing him. Others were just holding up around him and clinging to his limbs like begging puppies. They were in the dark and Aiden was rendered speechless as his arm and upper body began to shine in a sharp, necromantic purple light that was eclipsed by the crowding zombies and completely impossible to be seen from afar while amidst the trees on the outskirts of town. With an unprompted, impulsive gesture of his hand, the light seemed to dim and the zombies continued to cling around him, periodically licking his fingers and moving around him with obvious reverence. "They're... obeying me!?"
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