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Frost makes a face, then frowns and shakes her head. "That was rather sudden of you. I would have advised against sharing yourself like that." She sighs. "My sisters, they would be. A familial talent, not a species. This world heals itself, with time; at present, there are too many infections, and they are winning." She lifts her shoulders in a stiff shrug. Oh. One of Daddy's girls, huh? No wonder the Old Father's bent out of shape. She must be disobedient. Then again, he slept around with anything and everything, so that kennel of offspring is quite a varied list. "Jormungander? That would make sense, if it is loose. It will not so easily be detained again." Sam watches over the barricade with a pair of binoculars. "I heard a lot of gunfire, and a loving crash!" she shouts back, climbing down.
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Hobbs "We hide and avoid them." Hobbs replies. "poo poo." Hobbs picks up his radio and calls back to the others. "We've been in an accident. Not sure if the truck can move. Don't come after us. Keep getting ready and leave as soon as you can. We'll make contact later." Hobbs puts the radio back on his belt and walks over to the wreck. He reaches in and grabs his backpack. "They have their own problems. Rescuing us isn't going to be one of them. We need to get out of town or find some place safe. Later on we can try to meet up with them." Hobbs puts his back pack on and grabs his rifle. "Ready?' code:
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Evan Douglas "I think all we have is the bikes, which are less than ideal for getting through a crowd of infected." Hobbs' voice comes in in over the radio. "Roger that, Hobbs. Keep in touch. Let us know if you can't get the truck rolling and we'll come pick you up as soon as we can."
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Daniel "gently caress that, if they're in trouble, we need to go get them. I'd be alone, and likely dead if not for Alex, so I owe that much to her." Picking up his radio, Daniel calls Alex. "Alex, how badly are you and Hobbs injured? How much longer can you evade the infected for?" Turning back to Evan and the others, Daniel replies: "We can use the truck Alex and I rode in on. It's in OK condition, we just need to siphon some gas in. We can meet them half way at the least."
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Rick Hearing Hobbs' reply gives Rick hope, but it wasn't quite the answer he had hoped for. Either way, he had a hell of a lot of respect for a man that saved his life. With his marksmanship and Alex's survival skills, he was sure they could survive for quite some time. He did on his own, after all. Either way, they needed an extraction point. Temporarily halting work on the bus, he grabs his radio. "Hobbs, where do you want an extraction? Are you familiar enough with the city to navigate?"
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Frost frowns. “My sisters are not apt to share my sentiments towards humans.” Sibling rivalry. “You’d need to actually get to a gateway in the first place in order to affect anything, and if you’re after the Jormungander you need significantly more firepower.” Again she sighs. Finding a gateway’s easy enough, it’s just dangerous lady. I feel one; mountains a ways off from here, underground probably. Frost straightens at the radioed distress, and follows. Listening to Jennifer’s idea, she stiffens visibly, glancing to the large raven still observing Jennifer. She frowns at her. “It doesn’t work that way.” She’s lying. Alex and Hobbs recover their things from the truck, and Alex nearly has a heart attack when a bloody protrusion snakes down from the roof of the truck, dripping spinal fluid before it hangs limply. Outside the MacDonalds, the two can hear the slow steady tinking sound of metal—followed by two honks of a novelty horn. Beyond the wreckage, there are several dozen infected starting to climb into the gap the truck created, slow and careful—they don’t seem, yet, to know where Alex and Hobbs are. There is a back door through the kitchen, and a side door out through the lobby. It bears repeating that Alex’s arm has been ripped from the socket. It is effectively crippled currently. Alex has had small failures on several fright checks consecutively now.
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Jennifer "You can feel one?" Jennifer is surprised enough by the revelation she says it aloud instead of internally, mind racing. If the train underground, which led to the mountains, actually took them to a gateway... A gateway they may be able to close. Possibly the first, as it likely leads to some military installation and if Puck was telling the truth, it was the military that was responsible for opening one up in the first place... The possibilities were suddenly both game-changing and terrifying. The way in was guarded by those little paralytic things and the doppelgangers. And the lights were currently out thanks to the whistle. But the train was still running. They could conceivably get there. And they did have an awful lot more firepower now, after the trip to the Vulture's headquarters. They just needed a little more time. If only they had access to some actual medical supplies and-- Wait. Puck, if I heal someone in a dream, like I did to you, would that heal them in this world, or speed things up or... anything like that? Would it help? Would it be possible? She glances at the raven as Frost stiffens, realizing belatedly the valkyrie crack was probably not in Frost's best interests. The birds wouldn't be able to follow them down below. And if they were spies for the one-eyed god that was probably for the best, as he didn't seem to think they could, or maybe should, start closing gateways. Frost was lying about the compass, but probably not about the willingness of her sisters to help. Hell, remembering her Wagner the other sisters were terrified of the Old Father and would probably turn her in for brownie points with the old man rather than help. She pulls out the compass and looks at it, concentrating. Show me the direction of the nearest gateway. Rotate once for each mile away it is.
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You can do a lot by making that suit a part of you. It will probably take a lot out of you, but between the both of us, yes, you would be able to knit wounds and mend bones at your fingertips. That’s asking a lot of me already; even I get worn out doing that sort of thing. Jennifer begins to lose count from the compass’ rotations, though it points southeast, towards the Appalachians. It hits sixty miles and keeps going, so long as she seems apt to wait and watch. Frost watches Jennifer and the compass, brow furrowed. “Can feel one what? What are you doing?” Sam returns from the barricade and slings her injured leg over the back of her cycle, pulling on her helmet and working at the strap. “I’m going out to loving help them.” She pauses and spits onto the concrete, continuing to prep with a heavy riding jacket on and gloves.
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Daniel "I'm with..uh..biker lady over here. But lets get some fuel in Alex's truck; we can't take four people on your motorcycle, and your leg doesn't look too good." Daniel goes to check the fuel gauge in the truck, and checks to make sure his pistol is loaded.
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Rick Sam's brash actions cause Rick to drop what he's doing and sprint over to her. He understands her frustration at doing nothing, but in the day since he arrived every time somene went off alone, someone came back in pieces. He places the hand of his injured arm on her shoulder. "Sam, this is a bad idea. You saw what happened with all of us together against those fuckers, and you think you're going to be able to go out there, alone, with a bum leg, and take on both the clowns, the infected, AND some new freak out there that causes car crashes?! This is insane! We've lost enough people, and we need to trust in Hobbs and Alex that they know what they're doing. We'd be better off barricaded in the bus than trying to haul three people on a loving motorcycle. You know that, I know that, and if you want to get pissed at me for suggesting that you're too hurt to go out there, then get as angry as you want." His face is clearly at the point of near panic at the thought of losing another survivor. His voice grows soft, but seems to carry over the shuffle of gear and mechanics. "We can't afford to lose another. We need you if we're going to make things right. Don't do this alone, Sam." She sure as hell doesn't want it right now, but you've got to protect her. Hobbs can take care of himself, and it would be better to bring the cavalry than one limping berzerker. Empathy Honest Face Code of Honor (Chivalry) Diplomacy 13 Rhyos fucked around with this message at 15:40 on Sep 9, 2008 |
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Jennifer "Learning how this thing works," she tells Frost absently, watching the rotations. At sixty miles she sighs. That's one long-rear end train trip, and no guarantee of entry once they get there if they go overland. Which would be safer, she wonders. By the train downstairs, which hopefully once moving would be relatively quicker and less noticable, or overland. As much as she hates the whole idea, underground seems to be the most direct route. How would we go about doing it? How fast can we get it done? How long would it take me to recover once done? Can Frost just up and heal like that? Is she attuned to it already? Can she help? She barrages Puck with questions then looks up suddenly as Sam prepares to take off. "Wait, wait wait Sam wait. You need to take the compass to find them and the watch for protection. Rick, what'd you do with the watch? Give it to her. We need to get them back here. I think we need to take that god-damned train to the military base. There's a gateway there, and if we can close it, we might just start to have a chance of winning this world back. Its very risky but hell, so's every minute we're still alive here. I agree she shouldn't go alone, but the bus isn't ready for anything and they need help now. Daniel's right. Take their truck." She quickly explains to Sam what she's figured out about the workings of the compass thus far. Oracle fucked around with this message at 15:56 on Sep 9, 2008 |
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The more you make a skin of the suit, the more directly you’ll be able to influence it as a conduit for the both of us. The suit is a skin, just not one you’d expect. There is a pause, and a faint muggy warmth in the back of Jennifer’s mind. You’re probably reluctant to take it all the way, but accomplishing in the waking world a union as you have in dreaming, and you could expect similar results with your touch; that will make it your skin—but without it, you’re going to need to sleep between bouts of ‘miracle working’. As for her, I doubt she is as attuned as myself; she may be able to mimic you; I’d count on her reluctance to expend herself for it, friendly or not. There have always been ways for individuals to become more than human—but few are so lucky as you to have a guide with little interest in indentured servitude in exchange. “Who said anyfuckingthing about passengers?” Sam revs her bike, ready to bolt heedless of anyone’s say, but pauses for Jennifer, looking angry and frustrated. Sam handles the compass, looking at it incredulous. “Truck’s a piece of loving poo poo, too big, too slow, and I have been dealing with the infected on my loving bike for a year.” Now there’s a firebrand with a lot of baggage.
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Jennifer "These aren't infected though. These are redheads. Kill them with a headshot. Scott said he read it in one of those emails he found at the tent the first night, told me in the lab when we found x-rays," she tells Sam anxiously. "They're... nastier. Faster. Smarter. More dangerous. Probably more infectious. The redcaps are loving nasty. Decapitation is the only way you're going to kill them. Take the watch. We don't know how badly Hobbs and Alex are hurt, if they can even make it back or how far they got. We'll need transportation for them and they'll need you to lead them there." She looks at the woman soberly. "We need you alive, Sam. You got nothing to prove. We know you're a badass. Scott knew, too. Its not your fault. Don't go rushing out of here half-cocked." Psychology 12, Diplomacy 12 Oracle fucked around with this message at 16:34 on Sep 9, 2008 |
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It’s a very noticeable and conscious decision, so you needn’t worry about it occurring inadvertently. You could make up some of the gap if you relieved that woman of some of her own ability. In the meantime, Wayne returns back to the group, looking into the motor pool garage a ways away and shaking his head. “If we’re going underground, are we wasting our time in the shop?” He nods towards the reworking of the bus. “I’ve got to believe there’s stations along the way for that tram system, otherwise it would be too vulnerable to a natural disaster cutting off the whole thing.”
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Hobbs "Yeah, sounds like the clowns. Probably working with the infected and those red head things. Too bad we don't have any bibles, clowns keep away from religious stuff." Hobbs moves up to the door. He begins to open up the door and notices Alex's arm hanging down, limp and lifeless. He silently cursed himself for bringing her along. Hobbs open up the door and brought his rifle up.
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Hobbs pushes cautiously out the back door of the kitchen, the rear employee lot neighboring a defunct air conditioning unit. The two of them step out not far off from the back of the drive through menu, its housing heavily rusted along with most of the other external structure here. There is a ten speed bike—or at least the rusted shape of one—propped against the back of the building’s dumpster. Alex can hear the clamor of a crowd out front of the building, a clatter inside as one of the infected knocks over a napkin dispenser and immediately begins to scream at it that she didn’t order coffee. From the looks of it, there is a lot of open ground from here to the next building ahead—a parking structure next door to a vintage clothing store and a barber shop. In the distance ice cream truck music can be heard moving in a slow circle around the vicinity. Off down the street Alex sees a figure standing on the roof of a restaurant. Sam waits as Rick goes through his talk, and then sighs as Daniel climbs aboard in the back. Wayne draws the barricade back, and out the truck goes, pulling off down the street towards where the crash had been heard; he makes his way back over to the garage and Evan, squinting into the motor pool. “If we do go by train, anything worth taking with us?” Jennifer can feel Frost’s eyes on her for a time. Do you have any opium? It’s that, or you need to really find some concentration and meditation; conceptualize yourself as an extension of your dreams. Rick’s eyes must be playing tricks on him, because for a moment he sees a man whispering in Jennifer’s ear, before nothing is there just as quickly. Lingering his gaze on a particular individual long enough and a faint colored glow seems to develop around them—an aura, almost.
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Hobbs Hobbs hears what Jennifer says and mutters, "loving hell," Picking up the radio he tells Jennifer, "Stop them if you can. We're fine. We can move and neither of us are hurt bad." He then turns to Alex and then follows where she's pointing. "We need to find a place to hide. You up for running? We should just run over to the next closest building see about putting something between us and everything else." code:
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