Millennium City: Nova - Taking the 'Scenic' Route (Wave Two Intro)
- Thread starter DapperDogman
- Start date
Zerulu
The Real
This news was all very interesting, especially about the puppets being able to move, if he could get ahold of these shears he could turn every corpse here into a puppet to help him fight. After awhile they got to a tree that seemed to have the remains of what was once maybe a very beautiful treehouse, but not anymore. It was corroded and a mess but that didn't mean it didn't hold treasures.
"So these puppets, how big are they? And can you talk to the man in any way? And last question I swear, how do you make them with those shears?" He asked as he started to go through the various boxes search for whatever could be used as a weapon against the massive beast, aswell as keeping an eye out for any of those puppets the boy mentioned since how he explained them, they could be hostile.
DapperDogman
"So these puppets, how big are they? And can you talk to the man in any way? And last question I swear, how do you make them with those shears?" He asked as he started to go through the various boxes search for whatever could be used as a weapon against the massive beast, aswell as keeping an eye out for any of those puppets the boy mentioned since how he explained them, they could be hostile.
DapperDogman
jigglesworth
Some words you just read.
She rested her arms at her side when the man turned to dust, feeling a bit silly for talking to his dead body. Chalk that up to two corpses found here. What was odd, is that he did this himself. He closed off all ways to get air into this room, and killed himself that way. Instead of the obvious choice of shooting himself. That is most odd, as it would also be much less painful. Who would make themselves go through that torture? What was also interesting, though, was that as he killed himself, he faced the door. Was he afraid of something getting in? If so, would that getting in be worse than suffocating yourself to death?
Before taking a look at the storage in here, she instead inspected the mans clothes. Looking for things like notes, or at least something that might help her navigate or figure out where she is. It's probably a longshot, but he must have known more than she does right now.
DapperDogman
FactionGuerrilla
I'll do what I can.
Gods be praised. Sophitia had found a way to reach the platforms above her! Of course, she didn’t exactly have a means to create the makeshift ramp out of the pylon- at least, not when she spotted the rusty device. But she figured there were two ways- smash it on her own, or wait until the monster underneath broke through and hope that she could goad it into attacking the pylon itself. She really preferred the former option, as she wasn’t exactly confident in her role as a shieldsmaiden- sure, she was apprently competent enough to destroy an evil sword, but she certainly wasn’t a legendary hero.
Thankfully for the Athenian, she had a means tobreak the pylon on her own. Her emerald eyes lay upon a red box holding an axe that would hopefully be sharp enough to get by. Of course, she could also use her Omega Sword to try and hack through without the axe, but maybe she would need the axe elsewhere- maybe share it with someone else if she can find an ally within this strange dimension.
"Gods be praised..." The Greek girl uttered to herself- grateful that she had an opportunity to escape inthe first place- then felt for a handle on the red box. If she couldn’t find one or if the handle was locked, she would have to use barbaric force and break the glass with her Elk Shield. Either way, once she retrieved the axe she would go after the pylon, trying to chop it down. But even if she managed to still fail in retrieving that axe, she’d use her Omega Sword instead- time was a little of the essence, after all.
Nightwisher
And don't you dare go hollow....
~Felix Auclair~
Interactions: Dax (
Noivian
)
Mentions: Vonyish (
Zerulu
), Emile (
QizPizza
), The Reaper (
DapperDogman
), and Charon.
Location: The Continental
As the man who had given Felix the needle spoke to him, the man couldn't help but smirk a bit. No, Felix didn't want to get everyone killed but if people were going to keep talking to him when he did not address them, he was going to quickly stop giving any amount of fucks about anyone here. Especially if this man was going to stick up for Emile, he found he name right next to the Spartan's on the list.Interactions: Dax (
Noivian
)Mentions: Vonyish (
Zerulu
), Emile (
QizPizza
), The Reaper (
DapperDogman
), and Charon.Location: The Continental
When his question about his ax was once again ignored, Felix growled a bit, becoming increasingly annoyed. He'd been polite after all, a simple "you don't need to know that information" would have been nice other than this ignoring the question out right. With the warning-not-warning of trusting the Reaper and working together, being ignored, and being spoken to by common souled wretches, Felix was starting to feel overwhelmingly disrespected. It was Charon's welcome that kept the man from saying anything else.
However, Felix felt a gentle hand touch his arm, which he reacted to by spinning around and stepping away, opening his mouth to yell when he caught himself looking down at the red eyes of a young looking, beautiful woman. "Hey. I'm certain we'll have a chance to find your ax at a later time. For now, establishing a base of operations is important..." At least someone was recognizing his question about his ask without being an asshole about it. This calmed Felix down a bit, so he closed his mouth and listened a bit more. "What base of operations? We're not doing anything here. We're being held captive." The blonde man scoffed. Though he was thankful that this woman was being kind, he didn't really want kindness as much as he wanted answers. This was better than nothing though, so he wasn't going to treat her the same as he had the others, which was clear by his tone of voice and even his body language. "I'm certain you can find your own room on the third floor, or at the very least, share a room with someone who'll stay out of your way. Or perhaps they'll be like me and attempt to help you out." As for finding his own room... well Felix didn't want to stay in a room. It wasn't a matter of finding it. The man pressed his teeth together hard, flexing his jaw a bit. He was about to say something when she spoke once more. "Your ax must be very important to you. If you'd like, I will help you find it." Felix hesitated for a moment before nodding. "Yeah, whatever." He muttered. He stepped away from her, his shoulder brushing past her's gently in an almost silent "well are you going to follow me or what?" Though he didn't really care what she did.
Felix ended up following the white haired woman down the hall. Despite this experience being relatively self explanatory, the Messorem didn't feel quite comfortable with being on the third floor of a building. Very, very, very few buildings in his world were stable enough for anyone to go to the second floor, let alone the third or higher. It was basically a suicide attempt for anyone. And though the Messorem didn't die very easily, it was still rather nerve wrecking. So, the room that the red eyed woman entered as hers, Felix chose the one next to it as his.
As he entered the room, he couldn't help but hate it. It was so closed in, after his years of staying in structures that were nothing but roofs on sticks, or sleeping under the sky... this felt small and cramped. The carpet felt odd under his boots, almost like damp grass. He walked up to the table, ignoring the weapons as he picked up the note. "Take one, and only one. R." He dropped the note back on the table and looked over the guns. He didn't touch any of them as he scoffed and moved away, sitting down on the bed. It was incredibly soft... he hated it. He stood up and stepped away from it, trying the chair. it was more firm, but still far too soft for someone who'd grown up in a world where comfort wasn't a luxury even the powerful had.
It was odd... this entire place. Felix who had problem's sleeping no matter what, could not sleep in a place where even the ground was too soft for him. He had taken the mattress off of the bed frame and taken to sleeping on nothing but the wooden blanks that held the mattress. It was less comfortable than the hard grounds he was used to, but at least it was a bit closer to what was most comfortable to him. He didn't leave his room for anything, eating only one, if that, of the three meals he was given a day, after all food was almost as rare in his world as comfort was. So even a single full meal was more than enough for a stomach that was used to being empty. It also helped that Felix needed significantly less food than most beings. He had still refused to take one of the weapons, leaving all six of them to rest on the table. He hated these kinds of weapons anyway. There was no class to them, no strength, no feeling of being one with ones weapon. Sure, a gun could be an extension of your arm, but there was no feeling in it. The weapon was so impersonal...
On the third day, as the meals that had been coming to them didn't come, Felix didn't think much on it as he sat in his room, eyes closed, extending his powers out to feel down into the Earth to see if he could connect with it the same way he had his own world. He felt sick to his stomach as he tried this, something about this world causing him to feel ill. However, he tried to push through it. After only a few moments, though, the Messorem snapped his eyes open, coughing profusely. His lungs ached, and after a few hard coughs, dark red blood drops landed on the carpet around him. His mouth was coated with a sick, metallic taste of old blood. He wiped the back of his hand against his mouth to remove whatever had stuck to his lips and sat back. "Fuck..." His hands shook and he clenched them into fists, getting to his feet, he exited his room and went next door. He hesitated for a moment before raising his fist and knocking. He hadn't heard the white haired woman leave her room, but it's possible she had.
Noivian
Drinker of coffees
The door opened swiftly, and Dax found herself face-to-face with the man from before, the one missing his weapon. The walls were thinner than expected - she had heard his coughing in the next room over. "Hey, are you okay?" she asked, deciding to get straight to the point. From the way he had reacted before, he didn't seem to care much for kindness or formalities. "If you're injured or sick, I could heal you..." Despite his coughing fit, he didn't seem to be impaired in any way, however, so Dax more or less cast her comment mentally aside. "I think the others already left. We should get going, too. If there's no staff here, then there's no point in staying." Despite their situation, Dax found the will to cast the taller man a bright smile. "How about we go look for that ax of yours now?"
Nightwisher
Nightwisher
Nightwisher
And don't you dare go hollow....
When the door opened and the white haired woman stepped into view, Felix felt his hands still shaking and an odd sensation in his chest. He almost wanted to just go back to his room, but he stayed. "Yeah, I'm fine. Just a bit of over excursion, nothing bad." He murmured. He quirked an eyebrow up at her mention of healing, but brushed it aside. He didn't need healed. In fact, the bullet wound from before was coming along rather well. At her mention of leaving, Felix hesitated. Did he really want to leave. He'd not gotten any answers about his axe yet, after all. At the smile on her lips, Felix couldn't help the small twitch at the corner of his mouth, but when he became conscious of the minuscule smile he stopped it. He wasn't going to play this game again. Not with her... However, he couldn't exactly pass up an invitation to go look for his axe. He gave a nod and stepped back so she could follow him down the hall. "Oh, I didn't tell you before. My name's Felix Auclair." He felt it was right that she knew his name and get a proper introduction, after all, they were most likely going to be spending some time together.
Noivian
Drinker of coffees
Nodding understandingly, Dax couldn't help but giggle at the small smile he gave her, blushing slightly in the process. She'd tease him, but if only... "Nice to meet you, Felix. I'm Daxtrien, but you can just call me Dax." He had the same name. Avoiding deepening this crush of hers was going to be harder than expected... after all, love has bloomed in much harsher realities than this. Would she call it a crush? Or was it more of a transfer? Tilting her head to the side, she stepped into the hall and followed him towards the stairs. "So, Felix, where was the last place you saw your axe?"
Nightwisher
Nightwisher
Rhysie
“I’ll name my first born, Loader Bot”
Rhys
The Unknown | Security Offices
It would seem that Rhys had moved along towards to what was behind the glass dividers, just to see that the damn thing had long, unkempt hair, sloughing off in some places with chunks of its flesh, its teeth were jagged and misaligned, and its eyes had been removed. It was covered in filth and had some computer cables tangled around its legs that dragged behind it, making a soft scraping noise against the carpeted floor. "This is very much disgusting, what if I just end its suffering? yet I don't think that thing's the only one" the business man thought to himself while thinking of ending with whatever that thing was, it didn't look human for his eye, yet he had better things to do.
Meanwhile quietly sneaking along the office in order to reach the other side, everything had been going great until a door stood in its path ("YOU SHALL NOT PASS") therefore he decided to twist the knob but it was to be known if the door was locked or not yet thinking the following "Well.... Time for nothing.. but what if that nothing was actually something?"
DapperDogman
Meanwhile quietly sneaking along the office in order to reach the other side, everything had been going great until a door stood in its path ("YOU SHALL NOT PASS") therefore he decided to twist the knob but it was to be known if the door was locked or not yet thinking the following "Well.... Time for nothing.. but what if that nothing was actually something?"
DapperDogman
DapperDogman
The Banished One
Looking around, Emile could easily find his way to the next floor, a pair of old, bloodsoaked escalators sat not far from him, and another pair was built along the back wall, beyond the closer pair. There were also several elevators, though who knows if they still had power.
As if answering the question, the lights stop flickering, and the telltale red lights of the backup generator fade off, power having been restored to this place from wherever in this town it came.
The scraping stopped for a moment before a loud 'clang' could be heard, and the sound of something small rattling around against metal before bouncing off something a few times and coming to a stop could be heard. It seemed whatever it was had been 'fixed' by the restoration of the mall's power.
QizPizza
As if answering the question, the lights stop flickering, and the telltale red lights of the backup generator fade off, power having been restored to this place from wherever in this town it came.
The scraping stopped for a moment before a loud 'clang' could be heard, and the sound of something small rattling around against metal before bouncing off something a few times and coming to a stop could be heard. It seemed whatever it was had been 'fixed' by the restoration of the mall's power.
QizPizza
This news was all very interesting, especially about the puppets being able to move, if he could get ahold of these shears he could turn every corpse here into a puppet to help him fight. After awhile they got to a tree that seemed to have the remains of what was once maybe a very beautiful treehouse, but not anymore. It was corroded and a mess but that didn't mean it didn't hold treasures.
"So these puppets, how big are they? And can you talk to the man in any way? And last question I swear, how do you make them with those shears?" He asked as he started to go through the various boxes search for whatever could be used as a weapon against the massive beast, aswell as keeping an eye out for any of those puppets the boy mentioned since how he explained them, they could be hostile.
"They're people sized" the young boy mumurs as he glances around the destroyed treehouse, prying open a box with his shears as he huffs "Food? Boring" he turns for a moment as one of the 'puppets' shuffles into the ruined structure, prompting the young boy to drive the blades of his shears into the creature's neck "I don't know how to make them move...Sometimes they just do, no matter what you use to make toys out of meat, sometimes they don't stop moving, and sometimes the ones that already stopped moving move again" he snaps the shears open, causing the putrid shambler's head to slide clean off it's shoulders
Vonyish would see a few different kinds of crates. Some marked bright yellow, others simple, unmarked wooden ones, and a single metal box, with a small padlock.
Zerulu
Vonyish would see a few different kinds of crates. Some marked bright yellow, others simple, unmarked wooden ones, and a single metal box, with a small padlock.
Zerulu
She rested her arms at her side when the man turned to dust, feeling a bit silly for talking to his dead body. Chalk that up to two corpses found here. What was odd, is that he did this himself. He closed off all ways to get air into this room, and killed himself that way. Instead of the obvious choice of shooting himself. That is most odd, as it would also be much less painful. Who would make themselves go through that torture? What was also interesting, though, was that as he killed himself, he faced the door. Was he afraid of something getting in? If so, would that getting in be worse than suffocating yourself to death?
Before taking a look at the storage in here, she instead inspected the mans clothes. Looking for things like notes, or at least something that might help her navigate or figure out where she is. It's probably a longshot, but he must have known more than she does right now.
"William Horther" was stitched into the label on the back of his shirt, and looking at it, Emily would feel herself suddenly not herself. She was now in a padded room, surrounded by others she didn't recognise, and three she did...
Noir, Scarlet, and Lachlan...
Scarlet wore her insanity just like she did back at the hotel. Lachlan remained silent and observed the group, Noir, however...He seemed fidgety, nervous even. His eyepatch was plain in this place and seemed to be a medical one, made of white cotton, instead of his usual black leather one.
"Who are you beautiful people?" Noir asks, at last, chuckling nervously, as if trying to laugh the situation off.
"It's none of your business." Emily would feel herself say, in a man's voice. Somehow she knew it was her knowledge of Noir's true insanity that urged this action from the man she 'lived through'
Before she could think about it any longer, she was back in that room, the corpse in a much different state now.
He now sat, pinned to the wall with a cleaver buried in his head, a message written behind him in blood on the wall "Sheep do not last long when they challenge wolves"
In his right hand lay his shotgun, and in his left, a small keychain, with a single red key on the end, labelled "1"
jigglesworth
Noir, Scarlet, and Lachlan...
Scarlet wore her insanity just like she did back at the hotel. Lachlan remained silent and observed the group, Noir, however...He seemed fidgety, nervous even. His eyepatch was plain in this place and seemed to be a medical one, made of white cotton, instead of his usual black leather one.
"Who are you beautiful people?" Noir asks, at last, chuckling nervously, as if trying to laugh the situation off.
"It's none of your business." Emily would feel herself say, in a man's voice. Somehow she knew it was her knowledge of Noir's true insanity that urged this action from the man she 'lived through'
Before she could think about it any longer, she was back in that room, the corpse in a much different state now.
He now sat, pinned to the wall with a cleaver buried in his head, a message written behind him in blood on the wall "Sheep do not last long when they challenge wolves"
In his right hand lay his shotgun, and in his left, a small keychain, with a single red key on the end, labelled "1"
jigglesworth
Gods be praised. Sophitia had found a way to reach the platforms above her! Of course, she didn’t exactly have a means to create the makeshift ramp out of the pylon- at least, not when she spotted the rusty device. But she figured there were two ways- smash it on her own, or wait until the monster underneath broke through and hope that she could goad it into attacking the pylon itself. She really preferred the former option, as she wasn’t exactly confident in her role as a shieldsmaiden- sure, she was apprently competent enough to destroy an evil sword, but she certainly wasn’t a legendary hero.
Thankfully for the Athenian, she had a means tobreak the pylon on her own. Her emerald eyes lay upon a red box holding an axe that would hopefully be sharp enough to get by. Of course, she could also use her Omega Sword to try and hack through without the axe, but maybe she would need the axe elsewhere- maybe share it with someone else if she can find an ally within this strange dimension.
"Gods be praised..." The Greek girl uttered to herself- grateful that she had an opportunity to escape inthe first place- then felt for a handle on the red box. If she couldn’t find one or if the handle was locked, she would have to use barbaric force and break the glass with her Elk Shield. Either way, once she retrieved the axe she would go after the pylon, trying to chop it down. But even if she managed to still fail in retrieving that axe, she’d use her Omega Sword instead- time was a little of the essence, after all.
Smashing open the box was simple enough, as the glass shattered into a small, messy heap of tiny squares. The axe looked like it had never been used. What a stroke of luck! It was rather heavy, but that just meant it was reliable, and when used by someone with weapon experience, capable of dealing massive damage with a single swing.
The spike bit deep into the worn steel, causing the pylon to creak and groan with each swing, it only took around six good swings to leave one of the legs totally severed, causing the large metal structure to collapse against one of the walls, creating a sturdy, if awkward ramp to lead to the catwalks above.
FactionGuerrilla
The spike bit deep into the worn steel, causing the pylon to creak and groan with each swing, it only took around six good swings to leave one of the legs totally severed, causing the large metal structure to collapse against one of the walls, creating a sturdy, if awkward ramp to lead to the catwalks above.
FactionGuerrilla
Rhys
The Unknown | Security Offices
It would seem that Rhys had moved along towards to what was behind the glass dividers, just to see that the damn thing had long, unkempt hair, sloughing off in some places with chunks of its flesh, its teeth were jagged and misaligned, and its eyes had been removed. It was covered in filth and had some computer cables tangled around its legs that dragged behind it, making a soft scraping noise against the carpeted floor. "This is very much disgusting, what if I just end its suffering? yet I don't think that thing's the only one" the business man thought to himself while thinking of ending with whatever that thing was, it didn't look human for his eye, yet he had better things to do.
Meanwhile quietly sneaking along the office in order to reach the other side, everything had been going great until a door stood in its path ("YOU SHALL NOT PASS") therefore he decided to twist the knob but it was to be known if the door was locked or not yet thinking the following "Well.... Time for nothing.. but what if that nothing was actually something?"
Turning the handle of the door before him, Rhys would feel a soft click as it began to open. The door clearly had not been used for some time, as its hinges were slightly rusted, giving the door a degree of resistance. A little pulling would easily cause the rust to peel off slightly, allowing the door to open slowly. Thankfully, it didn't creak too loudly, and Rhys somehow managed to avoid alerting whatever creature was shambling around to his presence.
Getting closer to the armoury, Rhys could now see that the card reader on the door was powered into low power mode, displaying an error message. That was right before all the lights in the office suddenly get much brighter, the soft hum of air conditioning stirring to life, and the card reading letting off a soft green flash as the error message vanishes, a prompt for a card now popping up on the screen.
It seemed someone had turned the power back on, and the building's emergency generator was no longer having to make up for lost power.
Rhysie
Getting closer to the armoury, Rhys could now see that the card reader on the door was powered into low power mode, displaying an error message. That was right before all the lights in the office suddenly get much brighter, the soft hum of air conditioning stirring to life, and the card reading letting off a soft green flash as the error message vanishes, a prompt for a card now popping up on the screen.
It seemed someone had turned the power back on, and the building's emergency generator was no longer having to make up for lost power.
Rhysie
Zerulu
The Real
As he was looking at the rubble he flinched as a meat puppet turned the corner, readying to get into a fight only for the Boy to quickly defuse the situation cutting at the puppet's neck, making its lifeless body flop to the floor almost like a pile of jelly. "Nice quick thinking." He complemented the boy, hopefully increasing his morale so he works more efficiently.
The marine than quickly switched his attention back to the metal crate that had a padlock on it, seemed like it had something very important, but there wasn't a key in sight, but fortunately the marine had held his strength in a high regard and readied his fists, pulling back his right arm to inlay into the pad lock. He took a deep breath, channeling his strength through his arm and than releasing his arm like a rocket into the lock.
DapperDogman
The marine than quickly switched his attention back to the metal crate that had a padlock on it, seemed like it had something very important, but there wasn't a key in sight, but fortunately the marine had held his strength in a high regard and readied his fists, pulling back his right arm to inlay into the pad lock. He took a deep breath, channeling his strength through his arm and than releasing his arm like a rocket into the lock.
DapperDogman
QizPizza
Not Quiznos
jigglesworth
Some words you just read.
"By the Outsider..."
What just happened? As Emily left the... well, she doesn't know what to call it, the "memory", she stumbled back a bit. The body was also now pinned to the wall with a cleaver in his head. Could that possibly be Noir's cleaver? Is this why it was bloody when they saw him in the lobby? Before, she would wave off the implication, as that happened moments prior to this. But something feels off about that "memory", like she wasn't just reliving something. Did she change the past, again? Either that, or someone/something moved the body as she was sucked into the vision. The words written in blood, likely this William Horther's blood, had appeared just now as well. Was Emily the sheep, or William? Perhaps this is what happened when he "challenged" Noir by refusing to divulge. Or, when she "challenged" Noir by doing the same. Depends on what the vision really was. Either way, something definitely changed, as the man did not suffocate himself and turn to dust.
The now quite confused Empress took a quick glance at the air ducts to see if those were still sealed up after what just happened. Afterwards, she'd explore the rest of the storage room, questions ever burning in her mind.
DapperDogman
Rhysie
“I’ll name my first born, Loader Bot”
Rhys
The Unknown | Security office
Rhys had made it to the other side of the office without anyone else noticing and long and behold the armory locker that had an "ERROR" message flashing on it due to the fact that it looked like there was no power "Well... time to see if the thing wants to try and open up" thought the salary man as suddenly; the lights in the office came back on and the key-card lock now flashed from the ERROR message to a key-card request prompt "Agh shit, what in the...?" said the man to himself in a quietly manner. Now the business man had a few options; try to break the lock with whatever object he could find in that office, try and look for a keycard out of a dead guard or from the creepy thing that had unkempt hair and shit or hack into the lock with his cybernetic eye implant; He was yet already trying to go undetected so why not a bit more? Rhysie decided that hacking into the lock may be the good choice in order to find out what is inside that cabinet.
"Well, since there goes nothing, bring on the action" The business man then rapidly got into action, activating the eye implant and attempting the unlock
DapperDogman
FactionGuerrilla
I'll do what I can.
No, the emergency axe wasn’t exactly the best fit for Sophitia- sure, it felt significantly more natural in her hands than the White Streak she took earlier, but it was way too heavy for her liking. Unlike her lightweight Omega Sword, she couldn’t dance about with such a crude weapon, and as soon as she didn’t need it she slung her newfound weapon over her back. Then she nimbly scampered up the pylon, maintaining her balance on the makeshift beam with relative ease and landing on the catwalk- albeit silencing her landing as best as she possibly could.
"Now, where should I go..?" The blonde frowned again, turning her head towards the two exits that beheld her. If there was an already open door, the girl would go explore that path. But if they both were closed or opened simultaneously, she’d have to take her own instincts- and either pick the more illuminated doorway if they were open, or simply turn to the closest one if both were closed. She made sure her grip upon her Elk Shield was as tight as could be beforehand, though- she didn’t want to get her precious defense knocked off her if she was caught off guard.
DapperDogman
The Banished One
As he was looking at the rubble he flinched as a meat puppet turned the corner, readying to get into a fight only for the Boy to quickly defuse the situation cutting at the puppet's neck, making its lifeless body flop to the floor almost like a pile of jelly. "Nice quick thinking." He complemented the boy, hopefully increasing his morale so he works more efficiently.
The marine than quickly switched his attention back to the metal crate that had a padlock on it, seemed like it had something very important, but there wasn't a key in sight, but fortunately the marine had held his strength in a high regard and readied his fists, pulling back his right arm to inlay into the pad lock. He took a deep breath, channeling his strength through his arm and than releasing his arm like a rocket into the lock.
Slamming his fist into the padlock, Vonyish would feel the bracket that mounted the lock to the box snap to one side, being easy enough to pry off the box now, he could simply remove the lock entirely and open the box.
Resting inside was a weapon of decidedly crude construction, even by ancient earth standards. The weapon looked to bear the body of the ancient AK-47, however, the stock had been replaced with the body of a crutch, and the barrel had been replaced with a different rifle's. As patchwork as it was, it would provide an option to the marine, for if he should run out of ammunition for his shotgun.
Resting inside was a weapon of decidedly crude construction, even by ancient earth standards. The weapon looked to bear the body of the ancient AK-47, however, the stock had been replaced with the body of a crutch, and the barrel had been replaced with a different rifle's. As patchwork as it was, it would provide an option to the marine, for if he should run out of ammunition for his shotgun.
As the marine reached the second floor, he could see the carnage on the ground floor was not the last of it. Here too was a gory scene. More complete bodies were draped over the railings, and a few were hung up, as if ceremoniously. Innards used to hang soldiers bearing strange uniforms, a few of them 'crucified' on walls, crowns of bones resting on their heads.
Emile could now see one of the stores was more heavily decorated, and the floor inside seemed to be particularly bloody. If anything stayed here after this slaughter, it would be here, surely.
Before he could move another step toward the potential source of a threat, from above he'd hear a short, sharp cough that shattered the silence like the loudest of gunshots.
A woman stood on one of the support beams of the large glass skylight of the mall.
After all this time, Revy saw another living being in this place. And of course, he was dressed up like some action movie hero.
Fucking typical.
QizPizza
Centurion_
Emile could now see one of the stores was more heavily decorated, and the floor inside seemed to be particularly bloody. If anything stayed here after this slaughter, it would be here, surely.
Before he could move another step toward the potential source of a threat, from above he'd hear a short, sharp cough that shattered the silence like the loudest of gunshots.
A woman stood on one of the support beams of the large glass skylight of the mall.
After all this time, Revy saw another living being in this place. And of course, he was dressed up like some action movie hero.
Fucking typical.
QizPizza
Centurion_
"By the Outsider..."
What just happened? As Emily left the... well, she doesn't know what to call it, the "memory", she stumbled back a bit. The body was also now pinned to the wall with a cleaver in his head. Could that possibly be Noir's cleaver? Is this why it was bloody when they saw him in the lobby? Before, she would wave off the implication, as that happened moments prior to this. But something feels off about that "memory", like she wasn't just reliving something. Did she change the past, again? Either that, or someone/something moved the body as she was sucked into the vision. The words written in blood, likely this William Horther's blood, had appeared just now as well. Was Emily the sheep, or William? Perhaps this is what happened when he "challenged" Noir by refusing to divulge. Or, when she "challenged" Noir by doing the same. Depends on what the vision really was. Either way, something definitely changed, as the man did not suffocate himself and turn to dust.
The now quite confused Empress took a quick glance at the air ducts to see if those were still sealed up after what just happened. Afterwards, she'd explore the rest of the storage room, questions ever burning in her mind.
It seemed that the entire room was no longer filled with empty cans and burnt out candles, the supplies in here hadn't been touched at all, clearly, William met his fate in this room much sooner than he had previously. Whatever had happened, Emily now had vastly more supplies at her disposal.
She could take comfort in knowing she had likely spared the poor man having a painful death. Based on the pose he was now in, he had died in his sleep, unaware of his fate in this cursed place.
He was no longer a victim of some unseen monster, but a warning to others: Do not challenge the wolf.
Boxes of batteries were one of the biggest boons for the young empress, more power for her flashlight would certainly be helpful in this dark tunnel.
That's when she heard the loud rumbling above her, before the lights all flashed on brighter than before, the hallway behind her being plunged into absolute darkness as the bulbs blow out from the sudden surge.
"Heeeheee" came a raspy laugh from somewhere in the corridor outside the oasis of light the room had become. Was this what William was hiding from in here?
Lest she meet with the same fate he had originally met, she would have to move. At least she could gather plenty of supplies to find her way for a while. Hopefully, it was long enough to make it out of this forsaken tunnel.
At least she'd found the key she was looking for. Her new task was to simply get out alive.
jigglesworth
She could take comfort in knowing she had likely spared the poor man having a painful death. Based on the pose he was now in, he had died in his sleep, unaware of his fate in this cursed place.
He was no longer a victim of some unseen monster, but a warning to others: Do not challenge the wolf.
Boxes of batteries were one of the biggest boons for the young empress, more power for her flashlight would certainly be helpful in this dark tunnel.
That's when she heard the loud rumbling above her, before the lights all flashed on brighter than before, the hallway behind her being plunged into absolute darkness as the bulbs blow out from the sudden surge.
"Heeeheee" came a raspy laugh from somewhere in the corridor outside the oasis of light the room had become. Was this what William was hiding from in here?
Lest she meet with the same fate he had originally met, she would have to move. At least she could gather plenty of supplies to find her way for a while. Hopefully, it was long enough to make it out of this forsaken tunnel.
At least she'd found the key she was looking for. Her new task was to simply get out alive.
jigglesworth
View attachment 456668
Rhys
The Unknown | Security office
Rhys had made it to the other side of the office without anyone else noticing and long and behold the armory locker that had an "ERROR" message flashing on it due to the fact that it looked like there was no power "Well... time to see if the thing wants to try and open up" thought the salary man as suddenly; the lights in the office came back on and the key-card lock now flashed from the ERROR message to a key-card request prompt "Agh shit, what in the...?" said the man to himself in a quietly manner. Now the business man had a few options; try to break the lock with whatever object he could find in that office, try and look for a keycard out of a dead guard or from the creepy thing that had unkempt hair and shit or hack into the lock with his cybernetic eye implant; He was yet already trying to go undetected so why not a bit more? Rhysie decided that hacking into the lock may be the good choice in order to find out what is inside that cabinet.
"Well, since there goes nothing, bring on the action" The business man then rapidly got into action, activating the eye implant and attempting the unlock
As the eye interfaces with the lock, Rhys would see how simple this technology was compared to the security systems used by Atlas and Hyperion. In a matter of seconds, he had figured spoofed the RFID reader into unlocking the security lock on the door, allowing him access to the gun cabinets hidden behind the heavily reinforced door.
Now all that remained was for the Hyperion worker to enter the room and retrieve whatever weaponry he could, without being detected.
Rhysie
Now all that remained was for the Hyperion worker to enter the room and retrieve whatever weaponry he could, without being detected.
Rhysie
No, the emergency axe wasn’t exactly the best fit for Sophitia- sure, it felt significantly more natural in her hands than the White Streak she took earlier, but it was way too heavy for her liking. Unlike her lightweight Omega Sword, she couldn’t dance about with such a crude weapon, and as soon as she didn’t need it she slung her newfound weapon over her back. Then she nimbly scampered up the pylon, maintaining her balance on the makeshift beam with relative ease and landing on the catwalk- albeit silencing her landing as best as she possibly could.
"Now, where should I go..?" The blonde frowned again, turning her head towards the two exits that beheld her. If there was an already open door, the girl would go explore that path. But if they both were closed or opened simultaneously, she’d have to take her own instincts- and either pick the more illuminated doorway if they were open, or simply turn to the closest one if both were closed. She made sure her grip upon her Elk Shield was as tight as could be beforehand, though- she didn’t want to get her precious defense knocked off her if she was caught off guard.
The door closest to Sophitia was ajar, and from outside she could hear the faint sound of the wind. It seemed she had found her way to the roof of this building. Outside would certainly present her with more options for moving around the building and locating this key she was searching for. Though she had no real indication of where it might be found.
This was a start, though. At this point, any forward progress was a victory worth celebrating.
FactionGuerrilla
This was a start, though. At this point, any forward progress was a victory worth celebrating.
FactionGuerrilla
Zerulu
The Real
The lock snapped with ease, making the lock easy to pry off and open the case. Just as the case was nearly opened he could make out what seemed to be a gun, as he reached for it he inspected it closer, it was makeshift, very crude but it seemed to work. It also seemed like a rifle, something that could deal damage at medium-short range, but he doubted he could get any good accurate shots at further range, but he had faith in the machine spirit and slung it over his left shoulder opposite to his shotgun, also reaching for ammo for the gun if there was any and stuffing it in his left pouch.
He still wanted those shears that could make meat zombies, so he started to search through the brightly yellow cases, hoping to find either something he could keep or trade with the boy. "What do you have in mind that you would like in place of those shears, like a Wishlist?"
DapperDogman
He still wanted those shears that could make meat zombies, so he started to search through the brightly yellow cases, hoping to find either something he could keep or trade with the boy. "What do you have in mind that you would like in place of those shears, like a Wishlist?"
DapperDogman
QizPizza
Not Quiznos
Last edited:
jigglesworth
Some words you just read.
"What.. was that?"
That laugh was definitely not a good sign, considering whatever made it probably put that cleaver in William. Even worse, was the tunnel's lights blowing out. "I need to act fast." Thankfully she found batteries for her flashlight, so she had to act fast. Moving quickly, she opened her flashlight, took out the old batteries and popped in new ones. There is no telling how much those were spent, so it's best to be safe. Just in case, she takes two replacement batteries as well. Looking at the other shelves, it was easy to spot food and water. She takes a few water bottles, as well as food for the road. There is no telling how long this tunnel goes for.
The Empress takes another look at the storage room and it's shelves to see if anything else could be of use. With whatever is out there, maybe something here could help turn the tides. Though, with the now-less-painful-though-tragic fate of William in her mind, whatever is here may not be enough.
DapperDogman
Centurion_
yup im THE guy
Revy looks down upon Emile up from her vantage point, glaring down on the Spartan; a dark grin worn on her face.
"I've been here for a while now, and to think the first living thing I'd see in hell would be a dip-shit in cosplay is fuckin' amazing." The gunslinger chuckles to herself, her maniacal laugh echoing throughout the mall. Swiftly dropping from her vantage point, Revy grabs onto the pole that she was standing on and uses it to perform an acrobatic leap to a sign further down to a nearby support beam in order to ensure a safe landing travelling down from such a height.
Once landing upon the ground, she rolls up to a standing position, still a fair distance from Emile, her dual 92s in either hand directly pointed at Emile which she drew during her combat roll. "Listen here fuck-face, I've killed all kinds of clowns and I don't mind putting a bullet in Neil Armstrong at all." Her smile that was only barely noticeable from when she was standing upon the support beam had disappeared and the girl now donned a much more serious and annoyed expression. Tilting her neck from side to side as if she was trying to ease out some stiffness, the eyes of the shooter dart around the environment analyzing all the different pieces of cover if she needed them, prepping herself in-case her opposition didn't tell her what she wanted to know.
"I don't think you're in any fuckin' position to tell me what to do, because from as much as you know, you've just met a monster." Revy announces in a cold, agitated tone.
QizPizza
Not Quiznos
Last edited:
Centurion_
yup im THE guy
"Please just shut up, the number of words that came out of your mouth already exceeded your IQ."
Revy's enraged expression develops as Emile mocks her, she grits and grinds her teeth out of sheer frustration that he thought it would be acceptable to test her patience and take her for a fool.
"Better put those toys away. They aren't going to jack against my armor. You can feel free to try, but you'll only end up with a bullet in your head and several missing limbs."
The hands of the gunslinger tighten, her fingers tensing up near the triggers; her grip on the guns tighten and her rage grows even further. Revy was ready to fight and kill whoever was in that suit, whether it actually would protect him against her bullets was up in the air, if she wanted to kill him; she'd find a way to do it.
"I am Spartan Warrant Officer Emile. If you don't cooperate, I'd be more than happy to blow your head off. Did you see what the hell did all of this, or were you too busy pretending to be a badass?"
Upon hearing an introduction and an implication that Emile was just about as lost and clueless as she was, she realized that he wasn't her enemy for now at least. Diverting her rage at something else, she lets out a loud bawl, kicking a bin into the air she unloading bullets into it to let out all the rage and anger that Emile riled up within her.
"Fuck!" She exclaims, letting out a large sigh.
Seeming to of calmed down, she lowers her voice and her 92s.
"My name is Revy... I woke up here with no idea about how I even got here, don't piss me off with that kind of attitude again or we're going to have problems..." She answers him.
"Damn, I need a cig."
QizPizza
Not Quiznos
FactionGuerrilla
I'll do what I can.
Well, checking the outside was most certainly a start. But Sophitia didn't think that leaving outside wasn't exactly the best idea. If she fell out and ended up on the exterior with no way in, then her progress would be all for nothing. But she would have to explore the outside eventually- at least, so she suspected- so it couldn't hurt to do it now rather than later.
"Maybe there's someone out here that could help me..." She mused to herself, her emerald green eyes quickly scanning the outer exterior for any potential paths that would lead her back inside the power plant and into a different area. Of course, if the roof was more or less barren she'd probably just head back the way she came from and try the other doorway that had been presented to her on the catwalk- no point in sticking around if there wasn't anything to do within the area. Throughout her entire search along the roof, she kept her Omega Sword and Elk Shield tight to her, albeit she hoped she didn't need to use them especially not against the monster that lay below her feet.
Rhysie
“I’ll name my first born, Loader Bot”
Rhys
The Unknown | Security Office - Armory
So the Hyperion worker got luck while hacking into the key-card lock, looks like its tech was kinda comparable to like the ones back at Atlas and the company he works for "Well, at least that was something" The business man thought to himself as he walked through the heavily reinforced door.. or shall I say 'Lightly reinforced'? Anyway, behind that door was a few sets of weaponry, now that one thing was solved, another problem arises; Detection, the office was empty..... except for that thing with the unkempt hair and cables tied around its legs or something
"Jackpot"
Well, it was indeed a jackpot for Rhysie, now he decided to go for a grab whatever he could while also trying to be silent as possible, thus meaning that once he grabbed a weapon or 2, face behind, if someone was coming, he needed to hide somewhere and then, get one of the guns either on his shoulders, carry them around in his hands, one on the back and front and off he goes, may sound like a simple plan he has executed with his accountant friend and a few other people just to get a brief case with a good amount of money there (that sadly got destroyed) now it was the time for grab and go "Well, it's time and these guns better be worth it"
DapperDogman