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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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Castiel - OTA
1. Save the angel
[ Castiel is fighting off one of the bandits, but he's resisting succeeding from his efforts, flinching away from it. They're human, and he resists killing them, all of them. If he kills them...
But they make it impossible. He stumbles back away from two of them whom he's fighting at once, and a third jumps onto his back, its mask ripped away so that it can plunge its teeth straight into his shoulder.
All it takes is a stumble, and the first two leap upon him, knocking the angel onto his back on the ground. They rip at his clothes, screaming with passion at capturing him, clearly intent on killing him, and Castiel manages to shove just one of them away before the rip in his shoulder is pulled wider.
"SO SWEET!!!" growls the invader digging its teeth into him, and the one that Castiel had knocked aside jumps the one gnawing on his shoulder, savagely jealous. For a second, Castiel is pinned only by one of the creatures, and he has just a chance to get free. ]
2. To the warehouse
[ It becomes a rescue mission. The city is full of raiders and slippery undead, and until they find a stronghold there's nothing to do but try and save as many of their group as possible, get them somewhere safe. Castiel makes his radio call to the others, and then goes off hunting for people to help.
The injury to his shoulder is healed already. The blood that saturates his clothing would be a beacon, drawing the dead after him like an alarm going off, if not for the pouring rain that's already soaked him clean to the bone. Castiel hunts for other people in a rush, trying not to worry about Dean, who can look after himself, as he more or less bee lines, first for the hotel and then the warehouse on the edge of town. They need to regroup somewhere, and Daryl has been shoring the warehouse up--it's the safest place to go. Or so he thinks.
Not quite as safe as disappearing into the forest, but they can't have everything. ]
3. Regrouping
[ It's not safe to light a fire, so Castiel moves carefully from one person to another, checking them for injuries and drying their clothes with a touch. To get cold now - to get sick - would be difficult for any of them. Life here had already tripled in difficulty, and there were so few of them who were fighters, so few who could hold their ground against the violence of this place.
They couldn't save a city, when they'd only been here a month. They'd barely found enough food to survive, they hadn't shored up their shelters, or found enough weapons, and the undead were already overwhelming them, growing more energetic by the day. This... This could undo them, unless they found a way to work together to defeat it. It seemed typical to Cas. All these people to protect, maybe he was supposed to fail them. They could all die, and he'd have to deal with that grief too. ]
Better?
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Considering the way their lives had gone so far, that hardly seemed the worst possible outcome.
Staring back at Castiel edgily, Dean can't help but shake his head, returning to staring distantly over his shoulder, waiting for others to flood into the building. If more people don't start arriving, then Dean is out of here without a qualm about it, the only thing on his mind being getting others to safety. ]
Cas, I can't stay.
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But Castiel has trouble believing in that approach. They're safe, and they should stay put, let the people die who don't make it. It's not very heroic, it's not very angelic, but Castiel has a yellow streak, a desire to run from conflict, and there's nothing quite like deliberately chasing down a fight. He'd rather stay and protect the people who'd made it already.
And it's not that he doesn't care. He does. He just... He doesn't know how to care right, and sooner or later his interference will just get everyone killed instead. ]
You don't owe them anything.
1 (Let's not make this a habit, Cas.)
James is at Castiel's side, jerking the blade free of the bandit's temple, turning in one smooth motion to cut the third bandit's throat and kick it back as it flailed in its dying reflexes. When James faced Cas, his expression and eyes were blank. He almost looked like he might continue to kill everyone and everything, but he reined himself in, blinking away the cold expression of the Winter Soldier, replaced with recognition.]
There are more coming. We need to move and treat your injury. Are you able to move? [Because he can sure carry you if he has to.]
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I'm fine. I need to get back to the hotel.
[ He expected a fight about it, frankly, but there were people at the hotel who would need help fighting their way to the warehouse. And Dean... He hadn't seen Dean, didn't know where he was, and he'd already abandoned him once before. ]
Can you help me?
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I can. What are we looking for?
3- Regrouping
He turned his head to look at Castiel before shrugging and going back to watching through the window, arms crossed over his chest. He didn't try to move the other man's hand away, though. If it got left, it got left.]
You think you got a miracle in you?
[He kept his voice low, so no one else could hear him ask it. He wanted everyone inside and safe. Those that couldn't fight behind sturdy stone walls while those that could went out in the cover of dark to eliminate the threat. He wasn't above looking for anything that could help pull that off with minimal injuries.]
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He'd done more than enough buccaneering as it was. Even if he was most useful in a fight, even if he could heal himself, or those who got hurt in battle, he was afraid. He wanted to stay. ]
One or two, perhaps. Nothing I could do from here.
[ He could draw their attention somewhere else, set a fire, glow brightly enough to cut through the rain and darkness, draw them away from the warehouse. But that would mean leaving it. ]
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Which left small ones.]
We need to get the fences up. The spiked ones past the main fence. Close off the street leading in on both sides so it's harder to get in close to us. Board up the doors and windows in the buildings around us.
[All stuff they hadn't had the time or man power to finish yet, even if Daryl had gotten a good start on it.]
The space that kind of barrier would give us would let us light a fire in here, in the pit I got at the back over there, without the light being spotted out the windows. Any chance your miracles could help with some of that?