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Post by EightTailFox on Mar 23, 2017 20:02:17 GMT -5
Grace flicks out a white business card as she nears the door.
"Grace, take point at one side of the door..." "Unless its how big a brick they can shit" Grace jokes as she slides over to the latch side of the hallway. "Watch your HUD. No clue how long this will stay alive." Grace comments calmly.
The spinning card skips off the floor once before disappearing through the gap under the door. The blank white business card slides to a stop on the locker room floor.
The images transmitted back to the Grace was a heavy distorted fish eye view of the locker from the card's perspective. The only post processing on the outputted signal was to remove the spin which she also disabled once the card stopped on the ground. The bunny ponders the 'raw' data then has it translated into a 3D over head map of the locker room on her HUD.
"Save your ammo fluff butt." Montana says as ze materializes out of the thin air with the large triple barrel incendiary launcher over one shoulder. Ze pats the bunny buns firmly to move her out of the way. Ze carefully hangs a bracelet of plastic beads on the door handle to make sure it is facing the right way to get the job done.
"Get set." Ze warns pulling out zir lighter. "Fire in the hole"
The bracelet of high explosive plastic blows out the latch as well as propelling the door inward on its hinges. The explosives are loud but there is no flash and the only dust and debris blown from the door obscures the view into the room.
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Post by Mister Karma on Mar 28, 2017 2:33:07 GMT -5
"I'll...I'll get reinforcements," Schilling announced nervously, making his way past the two demons. "I just hope it's enough to keep the streets patrolled and help us out here." With that, he rounded the corner at the end of the corridor, towards the radio room on the other side of the station.
"HUD?" Dave repeated under his breath, eyes set where the door hinges were. One hand was on the doorframe, the other making its way to clutch the hilt of one of his katanas. A vibration of electricity cutting gently through his arm told him it was Genkakuken, and with his back pressed lightly against the wall, Dave was ready. He could hear the skip of Grace's trademark business card tapping the floor and slipping under the door. He shot her a knowing smirk and wink.
"Save your ammo fluff butt." Dave's ears perked up and his focused gold eyes followed suit to the form of Montana summoning behind the small bunny, a triple barreled launcher hoisted on zir shoulder.
"Guess I don't wanna get caught in that blast radius," Dave remarked as he inched back a few feet for Montana. He had a general idea of where this was going. Ze set up plastic explosive on the door, followed by... "Get set." Ze warns pulling out zir lighter. "Fire in the hole."
At once, there was a loud BLAM! that shook the corridors, sending the heavy reinforced door sailing into the locker room. The choir of screams and pained groans amplified from the open doorway tenfold, and at once, a crowd of men in their boxers came rushing out. Dave couldn't make out their faces, nor the words they were bellowing--garbled nonsense to the degree of "Please help!"--but he could feel their pain, smell it even. Without hesitation, his sword rang free of its sheath, aiming for the neck of any one of the beings. The pain had to have been so bad, they wanted death, right?
Providing the intel he was provided with a decade ago, he kept that knowledge in the back of his mind...just in case.
((Which reminds me, I should map out the police station...lol))
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Post by EightTailFox on Mar 29, 2017 0:48:22 GMT -5
Montana and Grace forewarned by the sensor data from the little business card are ready for the rush of corrupted police officers. The well dressed lingsang pulls the trigger on the ornate golden lighter to lance a slicing jet of fire powerful enough to cut through two inches of armored steel into the first of the zombies. Ze quickly traces the blade up and across the other zombies. Much like a laser the abrasive flame easily slashes across the zombies crossing through the door burning through every in its path with white hot metal dust and flames.
Grace meanwhile armed with a shotgun instead of a sword slides back away from Montana. Going into the locker room fast was no longer a priority with the targets now out into the hallway with them and the bunny needed clear lines of fire where she wouldn't blue on blue Dave or Montana with her weapon. She targets the first zombie to get by the two swordsmen flanking the door and blasts it with the shotgun. The high velocity RNA made shell kicked like a draft horse as it sent a heavily load very quickly at the zombie.
The RNA made munition fragments into five parts as it leaves the barrel. The armor piercing slug quickly racing ahead of the blossoming copper sabot. The slug is an tungsten carbide armor piercing dart easily able to penetrate an inch of armored steel plating covered in a light copper aerodynamic cladding to keep it flying straight and true to the sights. The three petals of the sabot are kept from flying away completely by foot long tethers linking them to a base slug. If even one part of the sabot formation hits the others parts will whip around on the tethers to typically impact the target as well all the while the thin ultra strong tether material acts like cheese wires to slice through the flesh to the bone. To add insult to grievous injury the bunny had the rounds sanctified in holy oil.
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Post by Mister Karma on Mar 29, 2017 12:07:58 GMT -5
SPLAT!
Genkakuken sliced seamlessly through the zombified creature, from its neck all the way through to its lower torso, as electricity trailed in brilliant blue sparks. The man screamed and gurgled in agony as his top half fell to the floor, thickened black blood covering the walls and messing up Dave's black vest and blue button-down. Well, I'd have worn shitty clothing had I anticipated a fight, BUT HERE WE ARE!
Two more of the undead creatures followed behind where their comrade lay twitching and moaning, dark purple and blackened arms reaching forward to try and grab at the wolf demon. Dave stopped the momentum of the lightning katana with both hands on the hilt, turning the blade so its sharp edge was facing the beings from his left, their right. Immediately, he swung in a clean horizontal slice at their waists, just as they stumbled forward to succeed in grabbing him. Their torsos detached from their lower halves cleanly, yet they were clutching tightly to Dave's shirt, mouths open and trying to bite at him. They wouldn't succeed.
"I ain't dinner, get the fuck off me!" he spat as he unleashed a small wave of dark aura from his form, the force powerful enough to knock the halved beings straight into the remainder of the crowd Grace and Montana were having fun with. Fire looked to be the answer for Montana, while Grace handled the crowd in classic shot-gunner's fashion. More of the undead creatures fell apart in ways one could only describe as a barbaric meat cutter's insane bonesaw work. Chunks of the creatures limbs and organs gave the wall around the doorframe (and, well, the doorframe as well) a fresh coat of tar-like paint.
His katana still free and thirsting for more blood, Dave inspected the crowd. Or rather what was left of it. It seemed Grace's shotgun decimated most of the group, while Dave and Montana just sliced up a total of five other beings with sword and fire. He stepped in then, eyes down on the floor at the scattered limbs and half-bodies of the beings who were once part of New Haven's overhauled law enforcement.
"You don't suppose that's it, right?" Dave asked knowingly with a quick nod into the locker room. He couldn't shake the feeling that these zombies were something else, something similar to that young girl Sasha and the girls had to put out of her misery ten years before. He planted his katana through the skull of one of the men on the floor, a sickening squelch echoing in the cramped corridor. The half-body twitched, but that was it...
That was it, right???
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Post by EightTailFox on Mar 29, 2017 22:40:45 GMT -5
"You don't suppose that's it, right?"
Montana extinguishes the lighter with a click as the last of the zombie bits hit the ground. Ze doubted the fight was over yet, but no point wasting lighter fuel during the down time.
"Not a chance." Ze says as ze pulls out and zir pipe with a pinch. "These things have a core somewhere if they are similar to the the previous ones." The lingsing dials the lighter back to a normal flame and lights zir pipe. Ze takes a long pull and exhales the smoke as ze ponders the next move.
"Check the hands. We were suppose to be looking over a shipment of 'eye ring' style artifacts." Grace reminds them as she turns her attention into the locker room. Was there anyone else still in the room? How many was in the room originally and now many did they cut down in the hallway? Did it add up? There was not time for an accurate count of the bodies in the locker room. It is easy to count the heads on the floor though.
"Someone likely started testing them early." Grace says drawing her tomahawk from the hip and telescoping the handle allow her to chop off the fingers of a near by hand without leaning over. In the previous event, separating the artifact from the body greatly reduced its ability to fight back. It took a lot of power though the actually separate the artifact completely from the flesh of the victim.
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Post by Mister Karma on Apr 3, 2017 14:49:44 GMT -5
Schilling pulled a swivel chair out from under the large radio console, picking up the PA before making as brief a callout as he could. "All LEO's in the Downtown area, report to the police station! Repeat, all LEO's in the Downtown area, report to the police station!" he commanded in a sudden stern and formal voice. Despite the fear that was fueling him, Schilling still maintained a level of professional coolness. If his LEO's heard their chief panicking on the headset, that would set them into a state of their own panic. Panic... Schilling lost too many good men to a simple emotion. A loss of focus, an adrenaline rush out of any one man's control, a run and gun attitude that would soon take over. A do or die mindset that would, more often than not, result in officers injured or dead on the job. He abhorred the paperwork...
There was thumping in the ventilation system above him then...
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Dave removed his blade from the brain matter of the floored zombie before casually swinging the sharpened edge over the being's fingers as he took Grace's reminder to mind. He ducked to one knee and observed the artifact burrowing its way into the disembodied ring finger. The wolf narrowed his eyes and he leaned closer, just close enough to get a better view of the object. A purple eyelid, closed... That was an eye ring, alright. "This ain't Ivan Sauro's work," he mumbled. Suddenly, the lid opened, and a sickening slit pupil glowered up at the demon lord. Dave jerked back, blinking once and took a deep breath. "Okay, then..." he said. "Thing must not like me."
At once, tendrils extended from the ring finger, back into the hand, before snaking their way all over the downed body. Every ring in the room followed suit, with each carcass on the floor trembling and shaking as if responding to a beckon. He recalled the video from the party the dancers showed him, how they dealt with the shell of the girl and the artifact that overtook her. Fire. Lots of it.
"Yeah, fuck off," Dave spat at the corpse as he stood back up and held out a hand at the body, charging a ball of heated flame aura. To Grace and Montana, out of the corner of his eye, he instructed, "Check out the locker room, make sure there's nothing more in there. I'll take care of the shit out here." A loud BANG! echoed off the cramped corridor walls as he released the fireball onto the body, watching it instantly ignite as a shrill shriek exuded from the ring.
Somehow, he felt like fire was just as temporary a solution this time around...
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Post by EightTailFox on Apr 3, 2017 18:49:17 GMT -5
"Check out the locker room, make sure there's nothing more in there. I'll take care of the shit out here."
Grace takes another swing with the elongated tomahawk to cut off another set of fingers as the artifacts start to go crazy. She leaves the axe buried in the floor for a moment as she pulls out a loose 12 gauge shell to load into her gun. The gun reconfigures slightly to optimize for new load type.
"Dave, barrier up!" Grace warns as she yanks the axe free on her way out of the hallway and into the locker room. The bunny double checks the hallway to make sure she is not about to blue on blue Montana before pulling the trigger on the shotgun.
The Archives' 3inch magnum turkey load barely kicked compared to the RNA's bolo load. The effect was night and day, the 300 pellets of #4 shot practically fill the hallway burying themselves into the walls, floor, ceiling and even into the body parts. Everywhere they hit glowed with a electric blue haze that quickly grows in intensity as the air starts to crackle with static. The saturated air explodes as lightning bolts arc out of the pellets to blast apart the anything they touch. Light bulbs and body parts explode. Concrete cracks and spalls as the the bolts dig through to the rebar inside. The lightning storm is gone as fast as it started leaving behind a dark hallway filled with dust and the stench of charred bodies.
Grace goes left while Montana goes right as they circle the edge of the locker room. The bunny's shotgun returns to the previous configuration as the RNA round is reloaded into the chamber. Neither of the Agents used lights or anything else they would give away there location as the quietly stalked through the locker room.
They clear the room by the numbers, their RNA gear allowing them to keep a full 360 view of the area around them. They circle around the sides of lockers and check the aisles in between. The bunny keeps up with the position maps to make sure she is not aiming the shotgun at the lingsang. They are slightly staggered with the bunny clearing the aisles ahead of the lingsang.
They pause at the showers. They did not have a clear view into the chambers past the L-bend. It was hard to hear past the constant splashing of the broken shower or just partially left on in shower by a lazy officer. Both Grace and Montana tosses blank business cards down the short hallway to the showers to land tilted against the wall so they would and have a clear view into the large open bay shower chambers.
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Post by Mister Karma on Apr 8, 2017 22:48:44 GMT -5
"Gotcha," was his only reply before he solidified his aura around his person. He knew the RNA's, and for that matter Grace's, tactics well enough to know that they involved a lot of excessive firepower to deal with one measly enemy. At least they were thorough, but in his perspective, as Dave observed the lightning storm that struck across all the bodies like a network of organic circuit boards, they were throwing away several thousand gallons of poison on a small wasp's nest. The lights flickered on and off before finally blowing, destroying the circuits and possible blowing a couple of fuses as well, and when the storm subsided the bodies were lit aflame on the floor. Some were even torn apart by the sheer force of the electricity, as smoke and red mist cleared gradually from the corridor.
The wolf lord whistled as he brought down his aura barrier, chuckling soon after. "Never fails to impress me, what that tech can do," Dave remarked. Despite the billions of dollars Nyxth up top was tossing at a pedestrian on the sidewalk, he couldn't help but admire the fox's state-of-the-art technology. While the humans were still experimenting with smartphone technology, VR and holograms, the Archives' and RNA had already mastered those functions plus 4D technology and integration.
Hard thumping sent dust spiraling from the cracking ceiling down to the burning floor, and with every bump, Dave noted a pattern of movement heading down the corridor and around the right corner. The only corner, really. He furrowed his brow curiously and leaned into the locker room, calling in, "Think we should start following the source of that noise and see what the hell's goin' on up there in the vents."
From Grace and Montana's perspective into the showers, there was nothing. Nothing except a slightly darkened corner of the first twenty showers and a few wet towels bunched up and seemingly tossed off to one side.
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Post by EightTailFox on Apr 9, 2017 17:06:43 GMT -5
Grace pulls the magazine from the shotgun and reconfigures it into a short bull pup rifle better suited for close quarters. She debates a moment whether to use the higher capacity but less damaging 5.56mm magazines; or the heavy hitting, lower capacity 7.62mm magazines. Neither was a good choice for the situation ... The bunny reconsiders her choice of not packing a lot more pistol ammo. Oh right she thought she be needing to punch through body armor.
She chuckles and slams in the 5.56mm rounds into the rifle. She lets it hang from her sling as she moves into the showers to investigate the shadows. In the small space her tomahawk will be more than adequate for the job. Through the augmented reality of her shades she can see Montana covering her with the cane.
Montana holds the lightning caster form of zir cane steady pointed at the roof. The steampunk black and bronze rifle cracking as excess charge is bled away through the spark gap. The edges of the lingsang's own augmented reality view was a mass of data as ze takes in the the view points of the security cameras as well as the three active business cards and two arguses.
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Post by Mister Karma on Apr 9, 2017 20:13:48 GMT -5
Chief Schilling observed the ceiling as the thumping noise grew closer, sending spirals of dust clouds from the ceiling. He heard the sounds of battle ensuing down the corridor, and given what was going on, he fully understood the collateral damage involved. Although his focus was more on...
The sudden hole that appeared in the ceiling, along with chunks of sheetrock and reinforced metal wiring, and sheets of metal that made up the ventilation system. The lights dimmed and fizzled out as Schilling jumped back against the console, reaching desperately for anything to beat back the grotesque abomination that had its sights set on him. Sickening clicks grew closer as its slimy purple feet carried it closer to the Chief. The man's mouth was open and he wanted to shout for his friends, but nothing came. Books were thrown at it, pipes swung, even pieces of the console and the very chair.
Nothing made it faltered as it suddenly leaped at the large man.
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And a blood curdling scream filled the corridors.
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There was something shiny in the dark corner, glinting every once in a while from the occasional leak of light from behind the two. Metallic in make, it held an L shape to it. Who the hell in their right mind would leave a handgun lying around in the showers?
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Post by EightTailFox on Apr 10, 2017 14:44:17 GMT -5
Even as Grace moved closer to the shadows nothing registered on her sensors. At least nothing man sized. The shape of a handgun gleamed solidly across all her sensors. The bunny laughs and uses her tomahawk to tap it into the center of the showers.
No reaction, and not a gleam of magic on it. Seems clean. She uses vines to pick it off the floor. Nothing still. She shrugs and plucks it from the vines. She checks the cylinder. 6 big .475 Linebaugh brass. Big bullets. She checks the bore. Clear enough that it could be fired. She has no clue on the accuracy or if it will fire. And now is not the time to test the revolver.
She pockets the 12mm. Then checks the other shower bay, using the tomahawk to spread of the towels. No survivors. No monsters.
She joins up with Montana. Pity she was hoping to get to see the lingsang fire that bad boy.
Montana and Grace make there way back out of the locker rooms. Montana pausing briefly to pick up a current issue of Shewolves. Ze flips through the naughty spreads of seductively posed nude demoness and human females. Ze lingers longer on the a centerfold of an enchanting angel before the pages flip again.
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Post by Mister Karma on Apr 10, 2017 16:50:50 GMT -5
"...the hell is that?!" Dave asked as soon as he heard the masculine scream of agony. Clearly, it had to have been Schilling; after all, it sounded like it came from the direction of the radio room. Did something assault him? Was whatever in the vents a creature trying to injure or even kill the good Chief? He turned and met the two exiting the locker room, shoulders slumping as he smirked with a "Really?" look on his face. Montana was flipping through a nudie magazine at a time like this? Smirk disappearing, he rolled his eyes. "Better be sharing that when we're done with our business here," he told zir as he took a quick peek down at the floor at the bodies. Occasional twitching. They'd need to be monitored.
"We'll need to keep an eye on these things somehow," Dave explained as he 180'd and sauntered down the corridor, his hand gripping Genkakuken's hilt tightly. "Think we can leave the Argus's behind here while we go check on the Chief?"
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A distorted chuckle exhaled from the being as it hopped back into the destroyed ceiling's ventilation system, the corpse of Chief Darryl Schilling twitching and laying fully intact across the communication console. One arm dangled carefree off the side, the sleeve ripped and torn as if by wild cat claws. His throat looked to have been ripped out, thickening and blackening blood oozing from the open wound. His flesh was slowly turning purple and black in large splotches.
And then he twitched back to life...
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"Viviana?" LeBlanc called, hanging up his phone, catching the lynx demon's attention. The young brunette mother snapped out of her own dismal trance, wiping the remaining tears from her eyes and face. She straightened out the V-neck collar and her plaid knee-length skirt as she got up out of her seat and approached the desk, trying to keep her voice level and without choking up again.
"Yes?" Viviana remarked. LeBlanc's solemn look did not give her much hope. He took a breath and sighed before continuing.
"The Chief..."
"Would like to see me?"
LeBlanc stopped, and shook his head, sighing again. He tapped his pen, impatiently Viviana figured, although his somber appearance suggested otherwise.
"...he's...he died." Her large cat ears flattened against her head, long tail drooping, hands folded across her chest. How? Was it that man she sat next to? But...that was the State-famous Cruxis! He would never kill his own ally!
"Oh...that bastard..." was all she whispered before breaking into tears again. LeBlanc shook his head again.
"No, no, Miss, it's not Dave who killed him!" he reassured her, getting up and reaching out to pat her on the shoulder. But she wouldn't allow him to. She lashed her hand out, slapping his own away from her before turning quickly and jogging for the double door across from LeBlanc's desk. "Something's lurking in this police station, and we got forces coming back to base to investigate!" he called out to her.
There was a sudden thumping on the floor, catching the attention of the rest of the waiting folk in the room, snapping their focus away from the dramatic scene that played out. Viviana jumped back from where a small bump was forming and cracking in the floor, a frightened mew coming out of her mouth. Tail up, ears alerted, hands over her mouth, she and the rest of the civilians saw it.
A black and purple clawed hand ripping through the floor, sending dust, linoleum tiles, sheet metal and wiring in a cyclone of directions. Screams filled the waiting room as a being that resembled the remains of a human combined with a lobster climbed through the floor, two clawed arms whipping this way and that. Viviana turned on her heel and scrambled towards the door beside LeBlanc's desk as the man shot up form his seat, swinging the door wide open for anyone who was able to make the run.
"Get out, everyone, while you can!" he shouted. Viviana was the first to go, suppressing a scream in her chest, and two other beings followed after. There was a pained yell and a loud THUMP! as Viviana concluded the worst--LeBlanc died trying to save their lives...
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The massive insect-like being that was once Andrew Saxon injected a massive bone of a claw into LeBlanc's back, silencing his agonizing shouts. Blood shot forth from the man's mouth, and soon the claw burst through his back and out of his chest, sending a spray of bone and tissue all over the door like a mass murderer's graffiti. A gurgle of a scream issued forth from his mouth before the long, slimy limb removed itself form his chest cavity, and LeBlanc crumbled to the floor in a massive bloody heap. The massive beast behind LeBlanc's clump of a corpse let out a victorious roar before hopping back through the floor and into the police station's complex ventilation system, off to pursue its mission.
Corrupt the humans who lurked in this building. All for the sake of the Beast...
LeBlanc, in the meantime... He twitched and slowly returned from the dead...
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Post by EightTailFox on Apr 12, 2017 18:47:29 GMT -5
"Better be sharing that when we're done with our business here." "Yeah no problem." Montana says with a smile as ze flips the page to look over at to girls cuddling together without a scrap of cloth between them.
"We'll need to keep an eye on these things somehow... Think we can leave the Argus's behind here while we go check on the Chief?"
Montana lowers magazine and finally looks at Dave. "What makes you think there is an Argus around here?" Ze asks.
"Consider it covered." Montana says without revealing where the Argus is or has been. Ze frowns as ze considers the views from the security cameras inside the station.
"Things have gotten to zombie apocalypse levels inside the station. I do not think we will be getting much assistance from the cops." the lingsang informs Dave.
"A zombie apocalypse and I didn't pack my chainsaw whats a girl to do?" Grace jokes. "Anyway don't see much point in hanging out in front of the lockers. No jocks to be found here."
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Post by Mister Karma on Apr 12, 2017 20:29:17 GMT -5
"What makes you think there is an Argus around here?" Dave stopped in his tracks for a split moment, turning his head slowly as he blinked in the same speed, a smug grin on his face as he stared zir down out the corner of his eye. "We've worked together for how many years now? You don't think I know about the Argus' by now, do you?" he chuckled. "Consider it covered," Montana replied as Dave went back to leading the way. "Very good, let's just respond as quickly to the Chief as we can," he said as he rounded the corner towards the communications room. Here's to him being okay...
"Things have gotten to zombie apocalypse levels inside the station. I do not think we will be getting much assistance from the cops," Montana informed the wolf, the remark making him frown a little and quicken his stride. "Think we're too late for Schilling, then..." "A zombie apocalypse and I didn't pack my chainsaw whats a girl to do?" Grace jokes. "Anyway don't see much point in hanging out in front of the lockers. No jocks to be found here." Even with things turning as tense as they were, Dave couldn't help but to chuckle softly at the bouncy bunny's joke. Having her around was always good on morale.
His chuckle and grin dissolved like sugar in hot tea as soon as his gold eyes fell upon the downed form of Chief Darryl Schilling, right through the doorway and on the other side of the room where the comms console was. His body was still twitching--looked to have been a fresh kill, then, whatever it was that got him. Dave frowned again, teeth grit as he cautiously approached the fallen Chief. His eyes scanned the room for any potential dangers, body at a slight crouch and hand gripping his Illusion Blade's hilt readily as he paced quietly towards Schilling's trembling corpse. Man, the room was a complete mess! The ceiling looked like something heavy caved it in, with the vents hanging by mere screws and pieces of sheetrock and insulation strewn about the floor. Thick black molasses-like fluid was drizzled all over the floor and walls, and upon closer inspection, it was blood, much like the blood Dave saw leaked from the infected bodies outside the locker room. He returned his focus to the corpse of the man who was Schilling. The wolf tilted his head inquisitively as he approached it closer. He saw something similar to this at the main undersea base, a parasite the conglomerate was working on similar to an extraterrestrial being from some sci-fi movie. Thankfully, Archives' and RNA scooped up that sample and kept it in control, allowing Dave to make his own chimeras based from that DNA. Maybe that was it?
His tail twitched, and his instinct told him to stay at the now five-foot distance that was between him and his dead friend. Dave raised his left fist, signaling to stop. The body convulsed further and faster, and suddenly its eyes shot open. Dave tensed, but did not falter as he kept the fist raised. Then Schilling's lifeless body turned, letting out a gurgled groan that sounded drowned beneath thick tar. He chalked that up to the man's torn out throat. Schilling seemed to have been saying something, and Dave narrowed his eyes, trying to make sense of his butchered words.
"....Cr...ux......iiiisssss....."
His stare suddenly snapped to full attention, and his brow furrowed as Dave went completely straight-faced. He waved for Grace and Montana to fall back as he backed away two steps, and then...
Before Dave could even respond quickly with a swing of Genkakuken, Schilling was back to life and already speeding towards the wolf, his massive right hand at his former comrade's throat. Dave was lifted off the ground, grunting in pain and trying to breathe--man, this guy suddenly had a strong grip!--before he felt wind rush around him and a huge console and wall collapse around him. "Ow!...Son of a..." Dave cursed, pushing himself out of the heap of comms equipment and drywall. Behind him, a hole was formed, allowing access to the station's main hall. He shook his head and readied himself. "Would it kill a guy for a little combat etiquette around here?"
The main hall, however, was starting to crawl with hoards upon hoards of infected humans. Some were in a zombie-like state, while others were slowly evolving into strange and fearsome new creatures. The snarling Schilling turned and stared down his prey that was Lord Daymian Cruxis. "C'mon, c'mon!" Dave coaxed silently, his stance low, body bouncing like a boxer, prepared to swing amnd slice his old friend down. The hulking mass roared then, "CRUXIS!" before rushing the wolf; Dave responded in kind with a swing of the blade at the man's neck.
Grace and Montana were free to do whatever they wished about Schilling at this point--even the approaching hoard that was slowly closing in on Dave's six.
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Post by EightTailFox on Apr 13, 2017 18:43:26 GMT -5
Grace and Montana watch as Schilling gets to his feet and charges Dave. There was rather more things to worry about than the zombie form of the police chief. Dave was a hellion lord he should be able to handle a single zombie, especially if they keep the gathering horde from interfering with the match.
"I think you can handle one poor ex police chief zombie." Grace says and steps away to face the main hallway. The bunny scans the back the way they came. The undead seems to be attracted by the noise the ex chief had made.
"Quite the an audience gathering for this fight and its not even a pay per view event." Grace continues to joke. Her weapon was still in its assault rifle form with the small 5.56mm rounds loaded. She uses her elements to transform a section of the hallway into lattice fence with a large firing slit in the middle.
"I think we should play bouncer then." Montana says and opens fire with the zir lightning caster. The fast moving balls of lightning blow the closest zombies apart in huge explosions of electric fire and thunder. The power surges turning anything not air into explosively expanding plasma.
Grace hangs back watching the gory show as the zombies explode to send bits of body parts flying about into the walls and at the other zombies. Grace finally decides the mob is close enough and opens fire with rapid controlled single shots.
The high density metal explosive rounds with cavitation guides blow through the first zombies like giant broad heads the fluted noses turning the energy of the bullets passage into slicing jets cutting deep into guts and muscles. The rounds typically do the same to the next zombie, though some are already in damage mode two of smashing through the target sideways as they slow below the speed needed to make the cutting jets. The final mode of the RNA rounds is to explode once they come to a stop. The 65 grain bullet self destructs with the power of half a pound tnt, enough power that anything in a meter radius of the blast is blown apart.
Thirty of the expensive but highly effective rounds are sent down the hallway before the bunny needs to reload her rifle.
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