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[EVENT #01] AS ABOVE, SO BELOW
| EVENT #01 |
As above, so below...  Twas a dark and stormy night... no, really. Despite the cliche, it actually was a dark and stormy night. Do you think it's a coincidence that it's storming in the testdrive? Honestly? Nothing is a coincidence in Oasis. So, back to the introduction of the event... The rain beats the ground in heavy sheets, leaving nothing untouched by its torrential downpour. Hey, if you don't seem to trust the clean water of the oasis just outside the walls of the city, I hope you have buckets out to catch this fresh rain. Then again, it doesn't look like it's aiming to stop anytime soon. The infected are waterlogged, but no where near sedate. The wildlife on the other hand seems to be keeping scarce for some reason. Flocks of birds seem agitated, but they stay clear of the city. Maybe you wonder just why that is... While the rain provides a new atmosphere for the tropical 'island' out in the middle of a sea of sand, it also provides opportunity for something else entirely. Something as of yet unseen by most in the city, only heard of to those paying attention. The Winter Soldier and Lexa stirred a hornet's nest unbeknownst to them. Small parties of local inhabitants invade the forests only at desperate times to collect essential sustenance to maintain their desert camps. In their endeavours, they ran into a triggered Soldier and bit off more than they could chew. Lexa found the slaughter and sent those invaders a message, stringing their bodies up in the forest. A warning. One that they blatantly disregarded and took as a sign of brighter times. It told those locals that there was more alive in the lush forests than animals and infected. There was food again. So, deep in the bowels of the city, tunnels were flooded with water. Those tunnels--catacombs--flushed out whatever filled them prior by the rain, were put back into use by those who found their way in before. They were barred off, strong enough that even superhuman strength couldn't budge the hatches without a cutting torch. Like the farmhouse, with its exit hatch, there are various other hatches outside the city for a quick escape or perhaps a safe entrance when running from infected. They had been found long ago... The Bandits  Late at night, when the rain is pounding the loudest, one of the hatches will breach. Into the city a small party will fill the streets. They wear full-facial gas masks that almost seem to have grown into their skin. They carry an odd hatchet of some form with a spinning buzz saw blade and they're not looking to make friends. They'll shriek phrases like, "Fresh meat!" "You ate all the cookies!" "Free lunch!" "I'll live in your ribcage!" "I need your face!" "I'll eat your ankles!" "Gimme somethin' to pound!" "Another walking meat puppet!" "Diediediediediedie DIE!" "SQUISH!" They'll charge anyone and everyone without regard for their own life, they'll slash and hack with their axe while throwing smaller bladed weapons with surprising accuracy. They cannot be reasoned with. They want to eat you and they can think of nothing else. It's possible a strain of the Ira Virus mutated in these beings, infecting them, but leaving certain higher functions in tact. Or, it's possible that they simply fell into madness and adopted the cannibalistic tendencies of the only living humans left, the Infected. The Infected  The catacombs have been breached! There was a reason they were so tightly sealed off, and it surprisingly had nothing to do with the Psycho Bandits invading the city from the depths of its bowels. Deep in the underground tunnels of the city, the infected had found themselves trapped, starving, decaying. Hungry. They were dormant, conserving their remaining energy for a desperate hunt and the dinner bell just chimed. These infected will spill outward behind the Bandits, ravenous. They run, they screech, they will tear you apart and they don't care what gets in their way. These infected are rotting worse than the rest, flesh falling from bone, leaving muscles exposed. Though they're fast and vicious, they're easily killed due to their decomposing state. [Mod Note: Infected and Bandits are not NPC controlled. Feel free to slaughter, maim, mangle, and mutilate however many you wish. Likewise, they can slaughter, maim, mangle, and mutilate your characters to your heart's content. Bandits do not transmit the Ira Virus unless they kill an infected then strike you with the same weapon. Yes, they will fight each other (infected and bandits).] |
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hanako 'rosalina' nurumi
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[The sight of a human ripping out the throat of another human with their teeth was not something Daryl ever thought he'd see again. As it was, because he'd seen it before, he was nominally more prepared to act when he realized there were still more of those psycho freaks around.
He came in with one of the axes he'd gotten off a dead cannibal sometime before he ran into her. The two of them struggling made aiming for the freak's head difficult. So he just aimed for his back and raked it as close to horizontally across as he could to do as much damage as possible. The freak screams and Daryl must have hit something important because the psycho's grip weakens as one of his arms went completely limp.
And that was Daryl's cue to grab at the straps of his outfit and pull as hard as he could to get him off of Rose. Still needed to finish the job, but getting him away from the injured girl was his first priority.]
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The pain in her shoulder is searing but adrenaline thankfully dulls it some. Everything's a little hazy around the edges but she's laser focused on the man trying to kill her. So focused, in fact, that she fails to notice Daryl until he's right there and chopping the dude down for her. As soon as his arm goes limp and he's distracted by his own pain plus Daryl yanking him back, Rose seizes the opportunity to take power of the axe and return the favor of being sliced into. Her slash cuts him diagonally across the front. Even if the blow itself didn't kill him, the blood loss by now likely will.
Could she have left him to Daryl? Definitely. However, her blood was boiling, head pounding, and kill or be killed was a mantra roaring in her head. It begins to fade, gradually, and pain fills its place instead. Everything starts to feel... grounded again. No more do or die. She's here, in the moment. And the moment sucks. ]
Holy frick, ow. [ comes the understatement of the century, a hand pressed gingerly to her throbbing shoulder wound. ] What assholes. I can't even go a month without someone trying to kill me, gods. [ Hiiisssssssss, that's smarts. Not the worst she's had but still pretty painful. ]
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[Daryl yanked his ax out of the body and brought it down on the cannibal's head, caving the skull in with the force of it. If he didn't feel it would be a waste of metal, he would have left it there. But the group needed all the weapons they could get their hands on. So the ax was coming with him.
Once he had it secured, he moved to kneel in front of Rose, already pulling a water-laden cloth from his backpack. Nothing he could do about the water at the moment. It would help stop the bleeding, though, and binding it could happen once they were back at the warehouse. He pressed it against the wound with one hand while holding a second cloth out to her for her to clean her face up with.]
We get back, you're taking lessons in how to use that thing.
[Daryl nodded at the ax she'd earned for herself.]
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Yeah, yeah, [ is all she says to the first part. Flippant. She does care, really, but it's easier to act like she doesn't. That way she's not vulnerable than she already is. She takes the second cloth offered and immediately wipes off the mud she can; the coppery tinge of blood mixed with earth makes her frown uncharacteristically. It was a taste she never hoped to experience again, but... Here she is. Here those men are dead at her feet. It would have been her otherwise. That's what she tells herself to justify it though it still doesn't sit right. Never has. ]
Alright, cool, then I can be even more cool. [ Right, sure, she looks pretty awesome sitting here after eating mud and with a shoulder gash. Okay. ]
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[Injured or not, she wasn't getting out of being talked to that easily. He'd agreed to let her stay with him and his, made her one of his, and he didn't take that lightly. The life of every single person in his group was important to him. But keeping to agreements made was also important. Had to know he could rely on someone in a pinch. Only way to survive what the world was throwing at them.]
You didn't even tell anyone you was going out did you?
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No. [ She omits the part about how it's because she was scared of the rain of all things because, well, that's... not important. ] I know, I just. I didn't mean to go out this far. I was just gonna' walk out for a few minutes to clear my head is all.
[ She thinks of throwing in a 'I won't do it again' but she can't actually guarantee anything. She'll try, of course, but... trying doesn't actually matter, does it? ]
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[Daryl tapped at her arm to ask her to lift it. If she could. He needed to get the bandage around her and try to figure out how much damage had been done. If she couldn't lift her arm very high - he knew she could still move it - then there could be muscle damage and there wasn't a lot to be done about it. Save maybe try and find some needles and thread and get it sewn up and hope the tissue knitted itself back together.
The attempt to tend to her meant he had to get closer than he normally tried to and he was squinting at the wound through the rain.]
Shit, this is pretty deep. Good on you for not screaming over it.
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[ It isn't difficult to lift without a good amount of pain. Still, the blond grits her teeth and does it. It isn't the worst she's had; it's just the worst in a while. Rose hadn't forgotten what it felt like... but that doesn't make it any less pleasant to go through again after all these years. ]
'Tis but a scratch. [ Hadn't she said that to him before? Funny. She's not used to repeating herself. ]
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[Daryl shot her a quick glare while he carefully wrapped the cloth so it would sit as tightly as he dared make it. At least she could still move her arm properly. She was lucky.]
Once we get back, you're staying inside until this starts to close up. You can have guard shifts to keep you moving, but you have to promise not to leave. You understand me?
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[ Yeah, she noticed that. Rose knows it's for her own good, but still. Dang. Talk about tight. ]
I got it. Just, uh. Tell me something. [ She hesitates, wondering if it's a good idea to let him know about her little 'worry' with water. Well. Better that than seeming like an anxious mess for no reason. ]
There's no way it'll flood so bad in the warehouse that I'll have to, like, swim anywhere. Right?
[ Ugh, that sounds so... weak. ]
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He looked at her, hands stilling for a moment on her shoulder, before getting back to the task at hand and sucking in a deep breath.]
Tell you what, we get back there, we can start building ourselves some rope and wood bridges to string between the roof of the warehouse and the nearest couple buildings once we get them closed off from easy ground entry. Don't think any flooding will get all the way to the fourth floor, so even if it comes we should have a couple floors of space. But we'll have more with the bridges.