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| Fixitt | Fri Oct 31, 2014 1:34 pm Post #16 |
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Fixitt saw Luca rush in, trying to reason with the creatures. Fixitt sighed as he looked to Mistalee and Dusty, "We should put down as many as we can. The infection isn't stupid, it's smart, but it progresses differently from person to person. If an individual has certain characteristics, it can be set up as a Hive Mind, commanding any nearby infected immediately." He pointed at the mass of flesh and hatred that was coming towards, the largest one literally had multiple arms and bodies fused together, several heads were clustered in one area, their mouths moving, but no words would come. Fixitt frowned and shook his head, "As a doctor I must cure this plague, as a man I wish to protect everyone, but I know it is impossible to cure this plague without killing these people to get samples. We kill the leader, we make them fall into chaos, the hive mind being killed will leave them confused, unable to react quickly enough to our tactics. They will charge back into their home once we turn them into mindless animals. Now we should move and help that woman that ran ahead." Fixitt rushed ahead, stepping up to Luca to block a bladed arm from striking at Luca. Fixitt set the creature back and expose his steel arm. He proceeded to rip the opposite sleeve and extended the hidden blade in his right arm. Fixitt did not grin, his face was of stone as he sliced at the infected man, his attacks were quick and precise, slicing at joints, trying to cripple it as quickly as possible. Fixitt looked to Luca after dispatching his foe, "Stick close. We need to take out the big guy. We kill him, the rest will start acting like scared animals. They'll retreat to their home inside those walls. Even if they are intelligent, they aren't smarter than I am." Fixitt blocked another strike, tapping his left arm's upper area, letting the hidden min-repeating crossbow in his forearm to pop out, sending three bolts into the skull of another infected, killing it instantly. They would need to kill many more before finishing this fight, but Fixitt had hope that Dusty had some magic for this situation or that Mistalee was an abnormally good shot. |
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| Wolf-Dancer | Fri Oct 31, 2014 9:33 pm Post #17 |
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She had not slept well for two days. Her third night awake, she was also dehydrated. The wells in the town were overrun, the troughs only provided her with minimal moisture, and the number of infected was increasing rapidly. There weren’t many survivors left. She had come into the town three nights ago to trade furs and jewelry for fruits, vegetables, medical supplies, and spare heads for spears. She had done this often and was considered something of a fairy tale, a strange fae that would make trades in the night. She had been surprisingly welcomed, especially since the furs were hard to come by; they were the furs of such animals as buffalo, lions, hyenas, deer and elk, the occasional wolf or fox, and ocelot. Sometimes dressings of feathers from slain birds were traded as well. The furs were valuable, more so to the people of the town than to her own tribe, and so she did not mind the trades either. Talia and her people were practical, not frivolous. That wasn’t to say that they didn’t have their jewelry and ceremonial garb; they simply didn’t wear all the finery that others did. They focused on what they needed to survive on land and in the water. That was the way of things - the natural way. But when the infected had grown too numerous, she had been unable to safely leave the town. Now mostly abandoned, she was staying alive however she could. She did not have her spear with her, although that was mostly for hunting anyway, but she had been doing all right for a while. Unfortunately, some of these unnatural things were far stronger than she was; she’d had to resort to using their own attacks against them rather than the brute force to which she was accustomed. She ran down an alleyway now, thankful for the brief rain that had come just hours before. It had refreshed her a little, that rain, but it did not change the fact that she was tired and mostly dehydrated. Her eyes hurt from the two days that she had spent in the town. Her people were nocturnal; they were creatures of the night. They were not used to running about in the day. It was rumored that there was a city in which the sun never rose somewhere in Imythess but her tribe had never been there; they did not even know where to look. Besides, cities were no place for people of the land and of the water. They were survivalists, not city-dwellers. They worked hard to earn their keep, as opposed to just wasting away in metaphorical chains while lazily trading useless metal for things they did not need or want. Talia slowed as she reached the end of the alleyway. There were people moving in the shadows on the other side of the street; she could see the faintly glowing blue lines of their infection. There was also something that drew her attention: a tower. Was it safe? There weren’t a lot of places to climb up and only one door. Beside that, she had no idea what was inside the tower. It might very well be more dangerous than what was outside. She was almost taken out in one hard blow. She hadn’t seen or heard the monster coming at her from behind. Where it had been, she did not know, for there were no places in which to hide within the confines of the alley she had just been forced to leave. But Talia ducked just in time and dove into the street. She was on her feet in an instant. When it came at her again, she grabbed its arm as she stepped to the side and threw it forward, causing it to stumble. She then kicked it in rear end to force it to the ground; alas, it was on its feet almost as quick as she could blink. It turned and was coming at her once more. She flipped it by the arm onto the ground once more, and then she sank a fist into its humanoid flesh. She punched the thing in the face again and again, her fist going slightly numb from impacting the apparently underlying metal forming its facial reconstruction. When it escaped from her and rose to its feet, she tackled it and sent it flying into a wall. She was on her feet in an instant and kicked it hard several times; then she stomped on it. Then she straddled it and wrapped her left arm around its neck; she grabbed her left wrist for leverage and began to pull. She saw two others coming at her out of the corner of her eye. She grew slowly desperate. Then she heard the tell-tale snap of the thing’s neck, however, and she was on her feet quickly once more. She was a warrior. The wrestling and grappling techniques of her people had made her a fierce and lethal combatant but these things were taking in prosthetics and anything even remotely arcane. Apparently, that included her. Then again, many people had been brutally murdered by these things just for getting in the way. She wasn’t about to be one of them. But as she had time to look up now, she saw something that dwarfed even the tower. She had been a bit preoccupied before or she would not have missed it. How could she have missed it? And what was a ship, of all things, doing on dry land?! Edited by Wolf-Dancer, Fri Oct 31, 2014 10:14 pm.
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| Sazy | Sun Nov 2, 2014 10:46 am Post #18 |
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It seemed to be the strangest thing to Sazy: even when she was agreeing with Fixitt, everything that came out of his mouth just made her want to build a robot for the sake of beating his head in, then probably making scones afterwards. Of course as he continued to speak he did spark an interesting idea in Sazy's mind, which was that of Ivyn contracting the virus and applying metal to themselves. Would it just be plates of steel woven into bark, or would the floral fibers be replaced by cables? While it might not be as resistant to damage as a normal golem, it would probably be lighter and more agile. In her hands, Z's lights were still pulsating in a surprisingly aggravated manner for a minor celestial in a golem core, but with the auditory functions momentarily disabled the little goblin ignored it easily as she took a moment to consider everything. Inside of the vessel Cerdi was possibly being infected, which if it what she had heard from the obnoxious bastards, ironically called "Fixitt", then the mGol's design could probably be turned for disastrous effect at a hand-held size. Taking a moment to collect information, put aside the addling effect of her migraine, ignoring the screaming arrows, and in all ready herself to take reign of the situation and everything which could possibly go wrong, the goblin turned her attention to the elemental battle happening just above her ship between her elemental, and the bastardized infected version of her elemental. She wasn't even aware that elementals could reproduce like that, but then again it was never really a question she had considered looking in to. What was more than that, she didn't want it spreading to the rest of Naypolm's pilot. "You! What did the arrogant ass call you, Dusty? I'm sorry at yelled at you, not so much him, but--" Sazy spat, not wanting to sicken her tongue with the blonde human's name while her voice went back to its usually tempered sort of high-pitched sound, "On the ship you said you were an elemental, right? Do you think you could get my pilot, that big clean elemental up there, to leave? Tell it 'Sazy says you can go to Dragonspine.' It always flies a little faster to Dragonspine, so I think it likes it there, and it will be safe until this all blows over." She began to look around frantically after saying that. Her ship was in flames and in general going to hell, along with a flurry of concepts and technical designs she had drawn up. The Razzil Naypolm wasn't just her ship, it was her home, and it was currently the greatest thing she saw at that moment which could be turned into a weapon, along with everything on it. She couldn't say whether or not these infected beings could decipher her schematics and code, let alone her handwriting, but if they could then things might get from bad to worse if the fire tanks didn't erupt. She didn't know what to do, her head was hurting, everything had gone to hell, and she didn't have so much as a screwdriver. For the time being she stayed near where the elemental girl had been standing, having taken a slight liking to her given her method of trying to reason with Zravillo, but mostly because she was panicking. It was the final exams back home all over again, but probably slightly less life-threatening. "I can't believe I'm saying this." She muttered softly to herself before screaming, "Somebody blow up my ship! there's tanks with flammable fuels in the bottom! It might do more good to take it out of this nightmare as much as possible before we're dealing with magitech fire zombies!" |
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