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Apr 16, 2017 2:53:22 GMT -5
Post by kingrex on Apr 16, 2017 2:53:22 GMT -5
 [attr="class","scare"]EAT SHIT AND DIE! [attr="class","scare1"] [attr="class","scare2"] [attr="class","scare3"] [attr="class","scarewords"]Pressed up against the wall with the ginger, their situation seemed rather dire. But somehow that white haired grunt managed to slice and dice some corpses to slow the incoming blob of despair long enough to keep himself at a moderately safe distance from the soon-to-be-blast. “Fire in the fuck'n hole!” Rex roared as he pulled the pin on his grenade with an audible 'click' and sent it soaring over there heads towards the monstrosity.
Luckily it's absorbing nature worked against it here, slurping in the grenade as if it was just another snack. Without warning the others to possibly hide and duck as to what was going to happen next, the commando got the fuck down in a hunched position to limit his exposure to the blast. The grenade exploded moments later, and in a comically suiting fashion the black blob swelled dramatically and quickly until it splattered all of them in a most unwanted finish.
The sloppy flop and splash of gunk was enough to make even the hardest of asses wheeze for a second or two. The limited light made it all the worst, leaving far to much for the imagination. “Oh...Seriously? Fuck me!” Rex whined shaking himself dry of gloppy remains. It had seemed the battle was won, but just like their bullshit drop into this fuck-show of nightmares...An end could never be trusted...
The scattered ooze quickly started to wiggle and rive like energetic worms, skittering into the water beneath them...and then into the corpses they were surrounded in. Within seconds an untold amount of them started to kick and move with life. The hallway was going to be cramped with lurking undead before they knew it!
Rex gritted his teeth in anger, he liked a challenge but this was turning out to be a damn death wish! Luckily his allies had proved..resourceful enough, and kept a shred of respect alive in his mind. Without hesitation he'd move to shove Blank forward, if he hadn't already taken point and started leading them that way, “Ahh...Fuck! Go-go-go! Kill and move! We're gunna get trapped!” He'd pivot then to grab the ginger and put her back behind the tank, if she wasn't already there, “Shoot one of those fucking things straight ahead, help 'em cut a path! I'll keep them from dragging us down!” He suggested...or was he ordering?
The solder had already started blasting at zombies and mangled corpses as they rose, trying his best to make sure none of them managed to grab a foot...or hand during their pace forward. When he had the chance he'd sneak a peek forward, “...Do you see a fucking exit?! Something?! We gotta get out of here!” More bitching...not surprising.
[attr="class","s arenotes"]- NSFW!!!!- NOTES:WHAT THE HELL IS AN INSIDE VOICE? AND HERE'S YOUR RE! wyrmtooth blank [googlefont=Oswald][googlefont=Abel][newclass=.scare]font-size:20px;text-align:center;color:#7f3e96;font-family:oswald;letter-spacing:1px;padding:4px[/newclass][newclass=.scare1]font-size:15px;text-align:center;color:#B03131;font-family:abel;margin-top:-2px;[/newclass][newclass=.scare2]font-size:15px;text-align:center;font-family:oswald;color:#55ce30;margin-top:3px;[/newclass][newclass=.scare3]font-size:20px;text-align:center;font-family:oswald;color:#bdbdbd;border-bottom:2px solid #eaeaea;padding:5px;[/newclass][newclass=.scarewords]font-size:11px;text-align:justify;padding:20px;color:#bdbdbd;[/newclass][newclass=.scarenotes]font-size:10px;text-align:center;color:#a3a3a3;border-bottom:solid 2px #eaeaea;padding:10px;[/newclass]
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Apr 16, 2017 3:11:06 GMT -5
Post by wyrmtooth on Apr 16, 2017 3:11:06 GMT -5
 | NO TELLING AFTER THIS JUST HOW FAR THE FALL IS | |
Hopefully, apparent victory turning into disaster was not a trend that was not going to continue. Being surrounded and in close quarters was pretty much the exact opposite of what her class wanted to be doing, which was destroying enemies at extreme range, before they had the chance to retaliate. Firing whilst moving wasn't really an option, so she would just have to clear a path as best she could, whilst advancing to better ground as she could. If push came to shove, her arrows did make decent impromptu melee weapons, but that was an option of last resort. The thought did occur to her, after she had been quite literally shoved out of her tactical analysis, that having zombies animated by some kind of necrotic ooze was a bit novel. The arrow she had intended for the ooze instead found its home in one of the zombies. Taking a position as close to the centre between Kingrex and Blank as she could, Wyrmtooth focused on clearing the path ahead of them, advancing a few steps between each heavy shot. At least the zombies weren't durable, if nothing else. Still, if either Kingrex or Blank got overwhelmed, her lack of speed was going to be a big problem. "Not seeing..." A pause, as Wyrmtooth fired off a Concussive Arrow, to knock back a zombie that was getting a little too close for comfort. "An exit. Too dark." The situation demanded a certain brevity of language, an opinion the chatty and cursing Kingrex didn't seem to share. "How about a chokepoint?" It was basic tactics, when outnumbered; restrict the number of enemies that could approach. If they could push through one side, the hallway would prove to be helpful. ▲ kingrex blank ● An inside voice is what people use when their eardrums aren't wrecked by shooting guns too much.
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Apr 16, 2017 3:32:57 GMT -5
Post by blank on Apr 16, 2017 3:32:57 GMT -5
Blank's ears were ringing with every round fired from Kingrex's gun. It was to the point where he thought that he would be losing hearing in one of his ears. A hand clamped over his left ear as he tried to hone in on the words being spoken by his companions. The monsters that they dealt with in the beginning was blown to smithereens by Kingrex's grenade only to inhabit the corpses beneath their feet. Now, as they ran away from the undead in a dimly lit corridor it seemed that taking charge was of the essence. Or at least working together in a way that wouldn't get all of them killed in one go. Wyrmtooth's suggestion for a chokepoint seemed to be the saving grace that they needed. The path in which they were going was sure to lead somewhere even if an exit wasn't in sight. "Do you still have your flashlight?" He asked Kingrex. If they could keep the light focused on the path in front of them as they mowed down the enemies in their path then it would be easier to figure out when they could take care of the ones chasing after them. Blank continued hacking off the hands and various appendages of the monsters in front of them, hopefully to give Wyrmtooth enough time to notch another arrow in her bow. "We keep moving ahead and try to find an exit, and if there isn't one, we head back and take them down one by one." His ability deactivated not too long ago after the slime monster "died", the cool down would last at least for a few moments. If they could hold out until then and find a way out of here, there was a chance they would avoid becoming one of the undead. wyrmtooth kingrex
Invisible Air is deactivated and will be in cooldown for the next 2 turns!
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Apr 16, 2017 13:47:07 GMT -5
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Apr 16, 2017 13:07:47 GMT -5
Post by kingrex on Apr 16, 2017 13:07:47 GMT -5
[attr="class","scare"]EAT SHIT AND DIE! [attr="class","scare1"] [attr="class","scare2"] [attr="class","scare3"] [attr="class","scarewords"]The commando was doing his best to keep their light shining forward, “Yeah, I'm fucking trying here, alright?!” He griped as he sectioned another zombie in half with a powerful shotgun blast. A chokepoint would be fantastic...but they'd need a corner for that, and there was no telling if these things were just endlessly rising from the ankle high water at their feet.
One of the undead had lurched out towards Ginger's side, and the commando dove at it with a shoulder, bashing it's already rotten skull against a wall. It didn't keep the monster from chunking out a piece of Rex's shoulder in a nasty bite however. The solder growled in pain, pulling away and digging his shotgun into the thing's face, blowing it away.
That was sadly his last loaded shell, and reloading a shotgun in a tight and enemy infested pit like this was a bad idea. So he quickly swapped it for his assault rifle, peppering heads in precision firing to conserve ammo and maximize damage done. “Fuck that! We're not turning around!” Rex demanded as they moved on.
Eventually Blank would be able notice something dangling from above them in the tunnel...with a closer inspection he could possibly be first to notice it was some kind of latter locked by a mangled mess of chains. It was by far going to be the closest exit they had...but getting it down and climbing it one by one was going to be risky.
Peering further down the hallway he could possibly catch an incline of stairs leading upwards....but the density in undead was growing and it would be a very difficult push to make it through. Rex was far to busy blasting brain eaters to make a decision here, he'd have to leave it up to his incompetent bowwoman, and beefy snowflake to see them out to safety.
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Apr 16, 2017 17:03:54 GMT -5
Post by wyrmtooth on Apr 16, 2017 17:03:54 GMT -5
| NO TELLING AFTER THIS JUST HOW FAR THE FALL IS | |
This relentless push forward wasn't something they would be able to do forever, but, surely, game design logic dictated that there would be some light at the end of the tunnel, some place where they could catch their breath for a moment, or, at the very least, complete their objective of discovering and destroying whatever it was that was making the zombies. If it wasn't the ooze itself, maybe whatever had made the ooze...? Or maybe they just needed to kill enough zombies for the quest to be considered finished, or find some quest object that would explicitly tell them the cause, drawing it to a close. All of that was academic, as Wyrmtooth and the others could only press forward, the zombies drawing a tighter and tighter hold on their small but effective formation. Not having a healer was going to be problematic; whatever damage they were taking wasn't going to be recovered easily, and, if Blank went down... that would likely spell the end for all of them. Her distraction slowed her fire, allowing a zombie to slip through the cracks, and take a swipe at her. The data-ridden gash it left wasn't severe, and stabbing an arrow at the thing quickly ended it, but it was a stark reminder to remain focused on realities, not possibilities. The chain was noticed, but not really considered an escape route, and simply decoration. "I see a staircase!" If they could reach it - and the top wasn't infested by zombies - they could use it as both high ground and a chokepoint, to thin or deplete the horde they were forcing their way through. It would be a hard slog to get there, but it seemed to be their best option. Now that she had a clear goal in mind, she redoubled her efforts, clearly trying to push as fast as possible to reach what was, to her, the only logical destination. ▲
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Apr 16, 2017 18:50:36 GMT -5
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Apr 16, 2017 18:45:58 GMT -5
Post by blank on Apr 16, 2017 18:45:58 GMT -5
If he wasn't deaf by the end of this excursion it would be a miracle. There was so much commotion going on that it made it hard for him to think. But with the two options at hand, one being a ladder and the other being a staircase - they'd have to think fast.
"The two of you start shooting at the chains and try to get them loose," he said.
Even if they made it to the staircase there was a chance of being overrun by the undead chasing after them. Perhaps their chances would've been even more slim if they separated but he could take a hit while the others may not have been as lucky. His cooldown for Invisible Air was at the halfway point and he wouldn't be able to use it until it finished. There wasn't an option to just sit around and wait either but the clock was ticking and their lives hung in the balance.
"I'll divert their attention and give you both an access point."
There was a skill that he'd been hoping to try ever since he learned about it in one of the books designated for his class. Though, it'd require a larger berth so that his teammates wouldn't be caught in the crossfire. Blank began slicing through as many of the undead as he possibly could to create distance between himself and his teammates. They were approaching the chained ladder but Blank pressed onwards, only turning around to address the crowd behind them.
"Get out of the way!"
Elemental Reel activated and before his very eyes, a series of numbers seemed to rain down blurring his vision. They circled around before coming to a stand still.
fPphGzqw
The bright colors and swirling energy entered his blade as a medium. He ran forward, doing an underhanded arc to slice through the barrage of enemies headed towards them. With any luck, it would knock them backwards to allow his teammate time to make their escape. And it may have focused the zombies' attention on him.
Between 0-25 : Fire
Between 25-50 : Water
Between 50 - 75: Earth
Between 75 - 100: Air
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Apr 16, 2017 21:50:14 GMT -5
Post by kingrex on Apr 16, 2017 21:50:14 GMT -5
[attr="class","scare"]EAT SHIT AND DIE! [attr="class","scare1"] [attr="class","scare2"] [attr="class","scare3"] [attr="class","scarewords"]Ohh...buddy did Rex feel good when he heard ginger mention something about a staircase! Now they were in business, they just needed to push forward a little further. He'd kick another zombie from his leg and growl with anger, “You fuck'n sure you do?!” He yelled, dancing back from another brain eater and dragging his machete from his back to slash it down.
That plan was quickly put to rest when their tank decided to stop and prep up some kind of attack. The king's eyes widened in disbelief, “WHAT FUCKIN' CHAINS?!” Rex squealed out in rage as he darted his light and gaze around to see what the hell the big bastard was even talking about. There was a fucking ladder chained to the ceiling above them...how the hell had he even seen that damn thing?!
As much as he agreed with Ginger on pushing forward, if their meat shield wasn't going to press onward, then they wouldn't make it alone. With a hiss under his breath he'd aim his assault rifle upwards and spray out a mess of bullets, though his attack only left the escape route sliding halfway, and leaving it unreachable still.
He slithered back to lean on the wall behind him, dropping a mag in his gun for a new one, “Reloading! Take it down Ginger, we don't have a choice!” He snarled out. Luckily Blank was drawing enough attention away from them that this crazy idea might work....or maybe they'd all die. If the bow-lady did manage to get the ladder down, he'd cover her ascent with his rifle, and then move to follow her up shortly after, shoving and swatting to get her moving faster if he had too....
Or maybe they were still on the ground, waiting to be eaten by zombies?
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Apr 16, 2017 23:09:02 GMT -5
Post by wyrmtooth on Apr 16, 2017 23:09:02 GMT -5
| NO TELLING AFTER THIS JUST HOW FAR THE FALL IS | |
It seemed that, between Kingrex and Blank, the more immediately available ladder was seen as a better option when compared to pushing their way all the way to the stairs. Wyrmtooth disagreed, but this was not the time to argue. With Blank doing his upmost to buy them time and room, and Kingrex busy reloading, it seemed finishing the job was up to her. She expelled a breath, then raised the greatbow above her head, a task not made easy by the thing's weight and height. She wouldn't be able to fire vertically very reliably, but a single arrow seemed doable. As long as she wasn't mauled by a zombie before she managed to make her shot; if she missed, and that moment's reprieve passed, they were going to be in a world of trouble. Not that they weren't already. It was dark, and Wyrmtooth's virtual limbs burned with fatigue, not caring to think at the moment if that was actually caused by the game engine, or if it was a purely psychosomatic effect. Wyrmtooth took a knee to better brace herself, again pushing aside the thought of whatever what is in his liquid they were trudging through. Another oversized arrow was drawn, Wyrmtooth patiently taking her time to aim properly. Speed, not haste. Focus on the task at hand, and deal with this one step at a time. Fortunately, a stationery target proved to be fairly easy to hit, even though aiming vertically was both difficult and awkward. The arrow managed to break a few of the links weakened by Kingrex's barrage, and the coiled bindings finally gave way to the ladder's weight. "Done! Let's move!" Maybe not necessary, considering the hideous screech the ladder made on its descent, and Wyrmtooth wasted little time shouldering her weapon, once prompted by Kingrex's shoving. Hopefully, there would be some kind of safe haven at the top of this ladder. Or, at the very least, that these shambling undead weren't capable of climbing ladders. Or, at the very least, not with any real speed. For now, she refused to look down. Not out of a fear of heights, but to avoid feeling guilt; her weapon would be pretty much impossible to use on the ladder, and, for now, her objective was to scramble up as fast as she could. ▲
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Apr 16, 2017 23:21:59 GMT -5
Post by blank on Apr 16, 2017 23:21:59 GMT -5
Blank made a mental note to apologize to Wyrmtooth later on. She was right about taking the passageway all the way until they reached the stairwell. However, if the stairwell proved to be a bust and whatever lied up ahead was a better solution then he'd rather the two who were most agile to take that way. Elemental Reel would need a cooldown but Invisible Air was ready to go. He could still see the outline of his heart which could only mean hat he could still fight and there was a chance that this battle wouldn't end in a tragedy. The zombies that he attacked were pushed back, some unable to stand due to the force of the wind breaking their bones while others continued to trudge on. The group behind him dwindled due to their combined efforts but there were still enough to overrun if they weren't careful. Blank looked up to where Wyrmtooth was climbing after hearing the screeching sound of the ladder unfolding. He looked to Kingsrex and motioned for him to follow her lead. "I'll keep them off you, get up there as quickly as you can."His heart hammered in his chest and his palms felt sweatier but the grip on his sword never loosened. He'd just have to tough this out for a little while longer. While the zombies were focused on him, he made his way up the hallway and began slicing his way through the crowd. It was hard and he felt some scratch him or push against him but he did his best to surge forward. Sheer determination and power of will. kingrex wyrmtooth
Elemental Reel is cooling down for two turns, and Invisible Air has been activated.
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Apr 17, 2017 19:00:56 GMT -5
Post by kingrex on Apr 17, 2017 19:00:56 GMT -5
[attr="class","scare"]EAT SHIT AND DIE! [attr="class","scare1"] [attr="class","scare2"] [attr="class","scare3"] [attr="class","scarewords"]
Wyrm, if she continued climbing upwards wouldn't be faced with an easy exit sadly. The very end of the ladder was blocked by some sort of hatch. It was similar to those you'd find on a boat; A giant rusty wheel that would need turning to pry open and get them to safety. Doing so on a ladder was probably going to be...difficult, but she'd have to manage or they were all going to die.
Because of Rex getting on later, he was probably only halfway up the ladder, and quickly glanced down to see how Blank was moving. That freaking idiot was still down there fighting alone and trying to act tough in their favor. Because of all his abilities and general kill count, what was left of the zombies were getting even more aggressive to counter his ferocity. Slow moving corpses somehow managed to break out into sprints, broken limbs flailing about as they basically threw themselves at the tank in hopes of keeping him from making it on the ladder.
“Fuck! Get up here already, you stupid shit! Stop being a hero!” King griped as he held himself by one hand on the ladder and swung himself so he was facing opposite to the way up, allowing him to free fire downwards at the zombies. Even though he was holding an assault rifle with one hand, his accuracy was still decent enough to kill some of them and lighten Blank's load.
If things weren't already grim, the oozing black had started wiggling itself back from the corpses and started gathering at the base of the ladder, if Blank wasn't quick, he'd risk being consumed by the never ending shadow tar that this hallway was cursed with. Rex eventually ran out of ammo, and quickly swung himself back to face the ladder and start climbing again...Hopefully Ginger had their escape open...
[attr="class","s arenotes"]- NSFW!!!!- NOTES: Sorry for the delay guys! I might be slow during the week, I work 9-5, I'm one of those grunts! ha. wyrmtooth blank [googlefont=Oswald][googlefont=Abel][newclass=.scare]font-size:20px;text-align:center;color:#7f3e96;font-family:oswald;letter-spacing:1px;padding:4px[/newclass][newclass=.scare1]font-size:15px;text-align:center;color:#B03131;font-family:abel;margin-top:-2px;[/newclass][newclass=.scare2]font-size:15px;text-align:center;font-family:oswald;color:#55ce30;margin-top:3px;[/newclass][newclass=.scare3]font-size:20px;text-align:center;font-family:oswald;color:#bdbdbd;border-bottom:2px solid #eaeaea;padding:5px;[/newclass][newclass=.scarewords]font-size:11px;text-align:justify;padding:20px;color:#bdbdbd;[/newclass][newclass=.scarenotes]font-size:10px;text-align:center;color:#a3a3a3;border-bottom:solid 2px #eaeaea;padding:10px;[/newclass]
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Apr 18, 2017 7:21:46 GMT -5
Post by wyrmtooth on Apr 18, 2017 7:21:46 GMT -5
| NO TELLING AFTER THIS JUST HOW FAR THE FALL IS | |
Of course the top of the ladder wouldn't end in a simple hatch or an open portal. It had to be some rusted old watertight hatch. Going off what she had seen so far, and of the few horror games she had tried, it was probably put there by whoever made this basement and ooze monster thing. Only reason she could think to put a watertight door was to stop the ooze from spreading to unwanted areas. Whereas the trap suggested that they still wanted it fed. And Wyrmtooth was overthinking this - just another reason to hate horror games and films. After confirming that she wouldn't be able to open it one-handed, Wyrmtooth got as firm footing as she could, then gripped the wheel of the hatch in two hands. It was rusted, and felt jammed, but they didn't have a choice now. Either it would open, and they'd go... wherever it led, or it wouldn't, and they'd be stuck here until they either worked out some way to clear out of the zombies, another party arrived, or the undead worked out how to climb a ladder. Wyrmtooth grunted and strained as she twisted as hard as she could, gritting her teeth in obvious effort. After a few attempts, she managed to get the hatch to move, the sudden jerk of motion causing her to lose her footing, dangling from the hatch for a moment while her feet scrabbled for purchase. She resolved to do something after this that wouldn't involve her heart being planted firmly in her throat. Once the rust had been shifted, it was easier to undo the hatch the rest of the way, though the hideous screeching it made spoke volumes of the lack of care and maintenance it had been shown. Eventually, the mechanism was unwound, and a cursory push confirmed that she could push it open. She made sure of her footing on the ladder once more, and shoved, the rusted hinges announcing the opening of the hatch as well, if not better, than any words she could have said to confirm it. With nothing else to do, Wyrmtooth climbed into the room above, hoping that she had not just leaped from the frying pan into the fire. ▲ kingrex blank ● I'm a 9:30 to 5:30 grunt myself, so I can relate.
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Apr 19, 2017 7:52:54 GMT -5
Post by blank on Apr 19, 2017 7:52:54 GMT -5
The stench of death and the feeling of wanting to hurl were making Blank's head spin. However, he continued on and kept slicing down enemies as they came closer to the ladders. They'd eventually overrun him if he wasn't careful but as long as he maintained concentration then.. Kingrex.His party leader's statement caused his concentration to break and irritation formed. A harsh breath escaped him as he batted his blade against the heads of two more zombies. In between their moaning and Kingrex's bitching, he wasn't sure which one that he preferred to hear more but he'd like a little peace and quiet. A zombie decided to come closer and bemoan in his ear which set Blank over the edge. A menu popped upi n front of him but he didn't have the time to read it as he let loose a loud cry. "Quiet!"It reverberated through the halls and left the other zombies paralyzed for a moment. His shoulders raised and fell as the zombies stood stock still and he grabbed hold of the ladder, pulling himself up while they were momentarily stunned. Out of the corner of his eye, he could see the menu stating that he learned a new skill but he wasn't very keen on reading what it was. All he wanted was a little peace and quiet or at least a change of scenery. Being down in the muck could only be entertaining for so long. wyrmtooth kingrex
Blank learned Battlecry! The zombies are momentarily stunned.
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Apr 19, 2017 14:50:52 GMT -5
Post by kingrex on Apr 19, 2017 14:50:52 GMT -5
[attr="class","scare"]EAT SHIT AND DIE! [attr="class","scare1"] [attr="class","scare2"] [attr="class","scare3"] [attr="class","scarewords"]Rex caught a quick glimpse of Blank when he started getting pissy over his bitching, making a mental note that if he ever wanted the tank to really get shit done, it was as easy as getting under his skin. He grinned at the powerful ability that stunned the undead before heading up the ladder behind the ginger following her inside whatever nightmare waited next...
Oddly enough Wyrm wouldn't find anything that spelled immediate death, instead she'd find herself coming up under a large rug somewhere in a dusty room, and given she moved it to get herself inside she'd notice it was some kind of study. The decently sized space was littered with bookshelves and old Victorian styled furniture.
There was a warm and cozy looking fireplace lit and dancing in a corner, along with a few lanterns hanging on the walls giving it a dim and relaxing lighting. It would have been a perfect rest stop...given it wasn't occupied. There would be a small shuffle of feet behind a couch, a young man robed in black spilled out books from his arms and seemed more than a little startled at people coming from his floor.
“Oh my! Oh no...O-outsiders, here?! I didn't know there was a tunnel there!” He exclaimed weakly and with an obvious nervousness. Rex crawled briefly before dragging himself to his feet in the room. An unpleasant and gravely annoyed frown taking his features. He was covered in all sorts of nasty, entirely exhausted, and really wanted to be done with all of this. It was then that they'd all notice something interesting, a quest tracker pinging in their field of vision...
50/50 zombies killed.
0/1 necromancers killed.
Sure enough there would be a small and subtle coloration marking the young robed man as a target...He was the necromancer they needed to finish the quest. Just when and how they'd activated the quest was left a mystery, and this ridiculous turn of events almost alluded to some other kind of involvement. If they were trapped here, and life and death was always on the line...was it insane to think the game was evolving, changing?
“Ah—H-hold on! I-I know what you're thinking! B-but here me out! I'm not like the others! I swear!” The boy defended, hiding some behind the sofa and sweating with anxiety, “I-I'm here undercover, doing research! The Bloodborne Manor didn't use to be this way! It was a wonderful place, filled with royalties and wonders! I-I want to restore that! P-please don't kill me, I'm telling the truth!” He begged.
All the while Rex had already dragged his gun from his hip and aimed it towards the NPC, pulling the trigger, an audible 'CLICK' meant he'd forgotten to reload. With a hissing distaste he'd look down and lazily pick up a fresh mag while emptying the one in his rifle.“Fuck I can't wait to be done with this...” He griped, not even considering the idea of actually hearing the boy out.
Would his companions agree with his rash act of completing the quest, or would they hear the necromancer out?
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Apr 19, 2017 17:09:56 GMT -5
Post by wyrmtooth on Apr 19, 2017 17:09:56 GMT -5
| NO TELLING AFTER THIS JUST HOW FAR THE FALL IS | |
This was suspicious in more ways than one. Never mind the coloration and UI designating the nervous young man as a quest target, things didn't add up to him being an innocent bystander, no matter how she looked at it. This room was positively cozy; a well-maintained fireplace, bookshelves, and a distinct lack of zombies, barricades, or signs of a struggle. Considering that the zombies were pretty much everywhere in the manor, that didn't seem right. Moreover, there were no cries for help to be released; and he certainly didn't look like he was being kept captive. Wyrmtooth heaved a sigh as Kingrex made to reload, but notably made no real effort to stop him. "I see two possibilities," Wyrmtooth said, unusually calm. "Either this is set up to punish the gullible, where trying to spare him will end up with us being backstabbed. Or to punish the rash, by revealing that he's not the target after all." Wyrmtooth closed her eyes for a moment, weighing the possibilities. Finally, she removed the bow from her back, and readied an arrow. She didn't draw it yet, but it was clear she was ready to, at a moment's notice. Wyrmtooth glared at the NPC. "Why haven't the zombies attacked you? Answer carefully."
If she had even the slightest suspicion that this was anything other than a simple NPC, Wyrmtooth knew she would be acting completely differently. But there was no way in hell she was going to gamble her life for the sake of a bunch of code. ▲
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Apr 20, 2017 12:23:09 GMT -5
Post by blank on Apr 20, 2017 12:23:09 GMT -5
The hatch was locked and there were so many bodies below that it couldn't have been a coincidence. As Blank pulled himself up and made sure that the ladder was secured, he looked up to where his teammates were standing. They were threatening some man that seemed to be begging for his life. But from the looks of it and their surroundings, he'd say that the amount of begging he was doing should've rendered his life forfeit. This room was cozy and even inhabitable, almost like a little dwelling. "Why was the ladder chained?"He tilted his head, not making any moves to stop either Wyrmtooth or Kingrex. In all truth, he was completely done with this mission. It was tedious and the amount of death was enormous. And above all else, if it came down to expending this man's life or his teammates, he'd gladly choose him. Kingrex may have been loud and obnoxious and had a record of saying fuck about 27 times, but he was still better in a fight or at least less cowardly. "He didn't shoot you but unless you can convince us," he paused. "Well. Unless you can convince her, you're going to die."Blank gave a nonchalant shrug as he picked up a few books. "And I don't have any qualms with throwing you down there with your pet projects." kingrex wyrmtooth
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