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Zone K8 (on the way)

Posted by bsidequeen on 2008.08.03 at 19:08
After handing the rocket launcher off to Tucker for his maybe-too-joyful use, Kururu tugged Black along with her, nodding to Revan once, and began the slow trudge on foot in the direction of the Town Hall shown on the map.

... it would be faster going if it didn't feel like they were being watched, even if nothing was where she looked when the lightning came down around them.

"... come on," she says, shaking only a little. "It's not much further." Even if it is, saying otherwise is the only way she can bring herself to keep going under that nagging, frightening feeling on the back of her neck.

But every so often she does see something out of the corner of her eye, with one white eye and a white, leering skull. It never stays for long.


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Revan, (Former) Dark Lord of the Sith
prodigalsith at 2008-08-04 01:23 (UTC) (Link)
Revan had been calculating the odds since this entire thing started, adjusting and re-adjusting as circumstances changed. With the split of the groups, he'd switched back to thinking in tactics. Getting Kururu out of here was priority one, since he'd left the mission of breaking the game to Tucker, Henry, and Hisa ("May the Force be with you," he'd wanted to say but hadn't). He could only hope the game didn't get them.

Then there was Black. The boy was unhinged, certainly, but not so much as Carcer; if a fight broke out, he hoped to be prepared enough to take him down. If it had been Carcer, he'd be dead already, he was certain. At least I have the knife, he reminds himself. He's better with knives, and he keeps a hold on it with far more ease than the cross or the comb both.

Even with his mind on planning, he keeps himself ready, scanning the area and eying the other two both. Force or no, he's not letting himself get caught unawares.
bsidequeen at 2008-08-04 01:39 (UTC) (Link)
Kururu keeps an arrhythmic pace, prone to stopping and starting in strange, unpredictable fits. She keeps seeing things out of the corner of her eye, and ... she's not sure she keeps seeing the same thing, either. She doesn't know what's going on in this storm, but every time she stops to listen it's like all the sounds are mixed up; she can't tell where anything or anyone is. She keeps a tight hand on Black's wrist.

"Almost there," she says again, to herself again. "Almost there."

If they can just make it inside, that will be more than enough ...
iheartfangs at 2008-08-04 02:20 (UTC) (Link)
Sri doubled back after heading north. There was nothing here, he realized. Nothing but dead zones and ocean. He slides through the zones, in high spirits, doing back-hand springs and running. It allows him to cover an incredible amount of space in a fairly average amount of time. He heads towards a structure, which seems like a good place for cover and maybe sleep.

And so it was that he was hanging out in the attic of the town all, lying on the floor. This served a three-fold purpose: A: he relaxed. B: he blocked the attic trap-door and C: he could hear things going on downstairs. And soon enough, he does.
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Revan, (Former) Dark Lord of the Sith
prodigalsith at 2008-08-04 02:45 (UTC) (Link)
Revan shook the water out of his hair and looked around the Town Hall. Even in shelter he didn't want to let his guard down.

He watches Black curl against the wall, and subsequently get up and say two names - at least, he thinks White is a name. His attention diverts completely to Black for a split second... until Black speaks again.

For being as big as he is, he turns on his heel surprisingly quickly, in a defensive posture with the rifle Tucker gave them out and raised. The fact that there's a skull on the thing doesn't faze him. Just another person to fight. Bring on the XP!

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bsidequeen at 2008-08-05 01:36 (UTC) (Link)
Kururu swerves as soon as Black yelled, eyes widening. She sucks in a breath and skitters back a few steps, her hand twitching to the grip of her bag.

"Wh-what -" She gasps and braces herself. "What are you doing, Minotaur?" She -

And Kururu goes and puts herself between the Minotaur and the others, arms stretched wide, eyes narrow. "Please don't do this, Minotaur! Nobody needs to die anymore in order for us to beat the game. Calm down, please!"

Oh, this is going to work out well.
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Revan, (Former) Dark Lord of the Sith
prodigalsith at 2008-08-05 02:14 (UTC) (Link)
Revan doesn't have time to jerk or make a sound until Kururu's already shoved against him, but his brain kicks back into gear as the thing - the Minotaur? - grabs at the gun, at which point he flinches back and curses, letting off a three-round burst to either warn the thing off or to (unfortunately) get Kururu off of him. He doesn't see this ending well for him.
bsidequeen at 2008-08-05 02:22 (UTC) (Link)
She reaches a hand out for Black just before the Minotaur leaps--

oh god


her eye

like a bubble
a slimy, cold bubble
all gooey
and wet
it's running down the side of her face and it hurts and she's never, ever, not once felt pain like this before, and the only thought that runs through her mind, hilariously, is I'll never be able to drive a car legally now and it almost makes her laugh except the pain is

in her eye. cold. and sharp.

and she can't think, not past this, until the gun tears holes in her side and she doesn't register anything. after that.

it hurts.

so cold. and wet.

--and now she knows she's dying. There is no sky here, not for her, just the wrong kind of storm.

"I'm sorry," she says, clutching her side. "I'm sorry, I couldn't stop him. Please don't let him kill anyone else."

It's funny how she still hopes they can do that without killing him first.
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Revan, (Former) Dark Lord of the Sith
prodigalsith at 2008-08-05 02:37 (UTC) (Link)
Revan keeps his grip on the gun, snarling like an animal but taking a staggering step back under the weight of the body. Get gun free get gun free get gun free... He brings his knee up to shove Kururu off and twists to wrench the gun free, if only so neither of them will have it.
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Revan, (Former) Dark Lord of the Sith
prodigalsith at 2008-08-05 03:26 (UTC) (Link)
Revan is fine with being disarmed... up until that skull smashed him square in the side.

He's hasn't felt his ribs crack in years, and the pain makes him see spots. He chokes down a noise - whether it was supposed to be a whimper or something louder is anyone's guess. Either way, he repaid him by launching a vicious left hook at the Minotaur. He'd be happy if it just connected somewhere.

Perhaps unfortunately, the Minotaur has diverted all of Revan's attention, so he's unlikely to notice Black moving.
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bsidequeen at 2008-08-05 03:51 (UTC) (Link)
Kururu lays there, unmoving, a discarded pile of flesh and bone and hair on the cold lobby floor, bleeding from her eye and her chest.

And she wonders how long it'll take before she isn't able to see anything at all, and whether that's better or worse than seeing the face under the skull of the grinning broken mask.

She loses consciousness before she can find an answer.

She never gets the chance to wake up.
Revan, (Former) Dark Lord of the Sith
prodigalsith at 2008-08-05 03:58 (UTC) (Link)
He'd been okay with the mask, that kind of thing has never been a problem for him. But seeing the face under the mask startles him, and he pauses for a brief moment. He finally feels that someone is behind him, but doesn't turn to face Black.

Revan's been afraid of this moment since he woke up in the classroom. It had dwarfed his concern for his family in the Nexus. The thought of dying alone, devoid of the Force, among strangers, terrified him in ways that his first 'death' hadn't. But this, this is the inevitable moment that he's been trying to prepare for. Finally, the fear begins to drain out of him.

"The Force shall set me free," he says finally, waiting.
He hopes when he wakes he'll see the Nexus.
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Revan, (Former) Dark Lord of the Sith
prodigalsith at 2008-08-05 04:15 (UTC) (Link)
It's been a long journey, to get to this point. It's been a long five days.

Colors implode across his vision as he first registers the pole hitting, but that is followed by the blackness. He barely feels himself hit the floor, and lets his eyes close. The back of his head feels strangely cool.

Five days without much sleep. Revan will make up for it now. He embraces the darkness.
iheartfangs at 2008-08-05 07:15 (UTC) (Link)
The sound under him delights him to his very malicious core. Words cannot explain how delighted he is. Using the cover of the gunshots and the sounds of things hitting bone to move to the second floor, he selects a weapon. He holds the blowgun in one hand and the bat int he other. Whatever happened means there's close-quarters fighting, and a gun is not meant for that. Not at all.

He waits till things are quiet, and even so, he's as silent as he possibly can be. He aims, from the steps, at the Minotaur's neck with the blowgun.

He blows.
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iheartfangs at 2008-08-05 08:17 (UTC) (Link)
He did not expect such fantastic results. No, not at all. He expected an angry prick and a pissed-off fellow in a big skull, but this? Everything here simply exceeded his expectations in so many ways. He thought about reloading the blowgun, for the ease of it, and there was more than just this guy left, his internal math said. There were a couple more people to kill. He dropped the blowgun and gripped his chair leg in both hands. The man was dying, he knew. Despite his inexperience, the blowgun was an easy tool to figure out how to get, and it'd served his purpose.

Either way, Sri was not sated. There was not enough blood and murder and that was what he wanted. Laughing, he swung hard at the side of Revan's head, hopefully knocking the corpse away and exposing his next victim to the dead chairleg, already soaked in blood from his earlier experiences.
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iheartfangs at 2008-08-05 08:45 (UTC) (Link)
The pole took some of his stringy, bloodstained hair with it, and he could feel the air brush by his ear. Just a little too close, his fighting side said. Just a little too close for comfort. Strategy now, bloodlust later. Take this one out with skill and you can go crazy on the other few.

"I'm glad there's some fight in you," he said, taking several steps back. Black had a much, much longer reach on him, and though he was sure the man had died, he was fine. Ah, well. More death never bothered him. He needed the blowgun, but he couldn't dare take his eyes off his new enemy. "It's no fun when they just roll over and die like the other two did. I see you've done your own impressive work here, then. It's a pity I'm going to have to slaughter you here. We could have worked great to end the rest of them."
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iheartfangs at 2008-08-05 09:01 (UTC) (Link)
Sri laughed too, spinning the chair leg in his hand lightly. He was loose on the balls of his feet and he could feel the blowgun near one. But he would need time - to arm it (the darts were wrapped in his belt) and to pick it up. He'd have to stun this kid the old-fashioned way and then finish him off blowgun style. "I've taken more threatening guys with scarier weapons before, but I do appreciate your enthusiasm. But because I am such a good vampire, I"ll give you once chance to get with me, kill the rest of them, and then I'll come back to you last. I'll make it quick, too."

He needed that pole. "You look nervous."
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iheartfangs at 2008-08-05 14:29 (UTC) (Link)
The best part about a jumping enemy is that every one of them who jumped came down, and unless they had wings, they came down near or approximately near they went up. With that in mind, Sri used the opportunity to continue to step back, duck under the pole and scoop the blowgun off the floor, tucking it into his belt. Holding the leg to defend himself, one of his fingers struggled to extricate a dart from the makeshift little pouch of of wrapped cloth of the belt he'd thrown them in.
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iheartfangs at 2008-08-05 19:03 (UTC) (Link)
Ugh. snap.

On the bright side, he had a dart in the hand with the blowgun. On the less-bright side, the pole was long and hard and pointy and knocked the wind out of him, causing him to stagger back. Luckily, he had enough sense to keep hold of everything, but when he stood back up, his chest felt like it was on fire. A broken rib, he knew. It could be a lot worse, and all he had to do was block out the pain. He dropped the baseball bat and grabbed the pole end jabbing him, yanking it away and forward, hoping to either get the weapon or knock Black off guard.
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iheartfangs at 2008-08-05 19:57 (UTC) (Link)
That was ironic right here, actually. But as Sri was rather attatched to his face, he threw up and arm and nearly bit through his own lip (without Black's help!) as he felt the other guy tear through his skin. Fuck not having his healing, he thought, and let go of the pole to switch hands with the blowgun. He took a breath and shot it at Black's neck (again!) despite the agony.
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iheartfangs at 2008-08-05 20:50 (UTC) (Link)
Sri staggers back, clutching his mangled arm. Without the bloodlust to numb his pain and the comforting itch of regenerating coming to him, the pain is pretty intense and it isn't something he's accustomed to without very quick relief. He can look down and see in his stomach where the rib's a little off center, and even moving that adds a little more fuel to his pained flames. He needs to get some kind of bandage around his and set his rib and move slower.

He picks up the chairleg and prays Black will just fucking quietly bleed out over there.
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iheartfangs at 2008-08-05 21:46 (UTC) (Link)
It's the choking, gurgling sound of blood that gets his attention, and he twists his head, but it's a little late to avoid it entirely. Instead, Black gives him an ear piercing. By this, we mean Black nearly tears off his ear with the dart. Sri snarls and hisses and shouts as pain shoots through his head and his ear might fall off.

So he swings his chair leg with his nonbloody arm. Swings and swings and swings.
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iheartfangs at 2008-08-05 22:48 (UTC) (Link)
Focus. Blood loss is making him dizzy. A vampire dying from blood loss. He laughs weakly. Not on his fucking watch. He keeps thinking, keeps his mind alert despite the pain of shifting with a broken rib. He needs to stop bleeding so he can keep moving, but running's probably out of the question. He tears strips of jumpsuit from the three bodies and tries his damnedest to tie something vaguely resembling a bandage and a tourniquet. His ear, because it's still about halfway stuck to his head, is a little more a problem. It'll have to go around his head. His arm's still bleeding. He doesn't have enough hands to unwrap and re-wrap, so he just adds more cloth and drinks some blood - one guy is barely bleeding at all - blunt force trauma killed him. the girl is all right, too, but he just spits on the boy that took half his ear. A human teenager. He really is out of practice.

For now, he just needs to sit down and take a break. He's glad these jumpsuits are full cloth - he can tear at the dead ones and make himself a bandage for his rib, even if it doesn't do much. He glances around at the place and notices weapons he can take - the pole can replace the chair-leg, and the rifle in the corner will be great, because he's running out of bullets in his gun.

For now though, he's just got to catch his breath, and then he can return to the beautiful business of murder.

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