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Post by Lunapocalypse on Mar 7, 2010 23:31:50 GMT -5
)(OoC: Mmm, let's just cut out the OoC from here on in.)(
Ashleigh backed up and stepped asside giving room for Thomas to get out of the Chevvy; short answer was 'no net'. She followed a fraction, "The Pierce has a couple of emergency communication terminals up front. Whether that'd help or not's beyond me," Ash mentioned. The stuff in the truck was high-tech, modern crap so it was worth a shot.
What had grabbed Ash's attention the most was Thomas' surprising knowledge on ye'old computer. Idea's were branching off in her head, reaching out and grabbing thoughts and reeling them in for the brainstorm. Maybe she could get something beneficial out of this run in.
The thought dropped, Ashleigh would let everyone mosey off in their own directions to grab supplies before she'd approach Thomas on the topic.
There weren't any holes to note along the wall of the kitchen, an inspection up and down the main hall came clean of anything detrimental to any of their own health. Ash tried the door and peeked in; everything was still in its place. She wasn't going to go any further than that though. Door closed, turned and headed down the dank hall. Ash strode down to what appeared to be the main entrance of the Fire Station. The reception was fairly dingy, blocky front desk, some shelves and musky brown carpet; kind of defined the age of the building, it was probably a 60's or 70's thing that was never updated. Hell, the person who had to sit at the desk was probably from way back then too when having to put up with it. Front door had an inside shutter locked down on it though, windows were small and high up.
Ashleigh yanked open the draws in the reception desk, "Paper, paper, paper," she rifled off each object as she went through their contents, "Books, paper, revolver..." Ash held the sidearm loosely in her hand, "S&W 60..." she flicked out the revolver, ".38 Special," checking the caliber and flicked it back in. Ashleigh ran the back of her hand against the cylinder causing it to whiz and stir, snapped the hammer back. It was solid and clean except for the thick amount of dust that had gathered on one side of it, further fishing caught a hold of the box of bullets that went with it too, "Reception lady was packing ordnance," the thought of a hobbly old woman toting a firearm tickled her humor; if she were the one to take you down there'd be little left of your pride.
Ashleigh returned to the garage, set the revolver down on what looked like the designated table of the supply pile. She noticed Isaac was giving the fire truck a one over, the girl was here too. Thomas wasn't to be seen. Ashleigh assumed he'd be elsewhere in the station. The hunt started in looking for him, Ash looked about downstairs briefly before heading upstairs when Thomas was no where to be found.
Ash entered the upstairs hallway when she misjudged a corner and her shoulder hit something hard. Taken aback by the hostility of an inanimate object; Ash looked at what is was with leisurely anger, anger that passed when she noticed what it was and brought her hand up to the ladder. It lead up into the roof, a hatch in the ceiling. Ash climbed, if she could get a nice view of her surroundings, "That'd be killer," she also wanted to get a shot of the dog if it was still around.
The roof was exactly what you'd expect it to be; flat and grey. There was a relative hand rail around the majority of the block, plus your typical antennas et al. The view was the bonus however. Ash strode over to where the garage doors were and peered over the side, "Nothing there..." she had a look at other angles, the canine had given up a little too easily when Ash had been brash at it. She looked out at the surrounding shrubbery and pines, anything could be out there in the darkness.
It looked asif daybreak wasn't that far off though, the faintest esscence of a light blue line mark the outline of the trees at the East. Ash leaned against the rail as she watched it, sun rise probably was another two or three hours away. And instinctly, for no good reason, Ashleigh looked over the rail down at ground floor at the one area she hadn't checked for the undead dogs.
Her posture stiffened which would have looked fairly humerous in the moderately relaxed position she was in, Ash pushed off of the rail and stepped back as far to the centre of the roof as she could, "Big dog," she said, "Helluva lot bigger than I imagined," Ash furthered on her self notion. She turned and clammered back down the hole in the roof pulling the lid shut and closing it tight. She slid down the ladder while trying to resume control of her conciousness. Never before had Ashleigh run into so many monsters. Eitherway, if the monster could have made it's own path inside it surely would have by now, "Wouldn't it?" Ash asked to reassure herself, "Or what if it's just biding it's time?" she then went and demoralised herself considerably. This was something they'd deal with once the garage doors were open, but whoever had the job of opening the doors would be in the most vulnerable position.
Ash spotted Thomas in one of the off shoot rooms, her thought pattern changing in a blink. Ash casually walked over, glancing back down the hall briefly to check the rest of upstairs was clear before retaining her attention on the subject matter, "Thomas," start subtly "Hey," quick formality, lean against the door frame, block exit "I couldn't help but notice your extreme comprehension of the more technological aspect of... stuff," her vocabulary fell apart closer to the end of that sentence, "I was wondering whether you've ever moseyed in the practice of gaining illegal authorization to controversial organisations through that sleak looking lap top of yours?" probably could have been a little smoother, it was more than enough to rouse suspicion but at this stage it didn't really matter.
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Post by RabidMaggot93 on Mar 8, 2010 10:32:50 GMT -5
Ambrose rumbled silently. He had smelled a human above him and with a soft growl it sunk in that he was no longer hidden. If he didn't want to remain relativley hidden, he probably would have barked in frustration.
Instead he nodded to the last Cerebrus who padded around the back of the large fire-station. The Doberman nosed a pile of fallen bricks and pawed at one that appeared to move. Sure enough, it did.
Ambrose silently padded around but left the other two Cerebrus hidden where they where. After the bricks had been cleared, Ambrose saw that there was a collapsed tunnel that probably lead inside somewhere. If he could have smiled, the B.O.W would have.
Instead he growled softly and the Doberman began to dig the tunnel out of dirt. After a few minuites the last of the dirt cleared and though small, the tunnel did appear to lead inside, up an incline. Ambrose decided he could JUST say fit in - he growled and the Cerebrus loped back around to hide.
It was a tough challenge to fit up the incline but the B.O.W managed it with a few tries when the tunnel wall shattered and a large worm crawled out, fanged maw launching for him. Ambrose turned as best he could and clamped it in his jaws, growling he dragged himself backwards and out the hole, the worm coming with him. It managed to get a bite on him before he tore it open.
Satisfied, Ambrose slowly made his way back in the now clear hole.
At the top, Ambrose found his way blocked by a piece of sheet metal. He rumbled softly and managed to wedge a claw around it and ever so gently pried it away with the nail still in it with little effort, where he crouched down and waited in the now empty cupboard (the metal was still attached but only by two nails.
Ambrose split his jaws in a grin and waited.
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Post by .name//Technomancer on Mar 8, 2010 21:32:50 GMT -5
/./As the entourage broke apart to salvage, there was a notable lack of enthusiasm from Thomas. He knew what he would be looking for. This place couldn't possibly house a PS90, or like semi-auto single-handed firearm. The food was all accounted for, with the kitchen being called off-limits for further investigation. The first floor rooms were, for the most part, off-limits too, due to large pane windows being in a few of the rooms, which if attention were attracted by the Zacks, could lead to a compromise of security. The second floor was checked and cleared by Mr. Marine, but in Thomas' mind, he had only checked for potential threats, and not scav-worthy tech and parts. Thomas had everything he needed from a powerhouse. His Asus was more than able to deal with any tech condition. But a second machine could prove useful. And, with any luck, a local, who just happens to love tech, may have decided to become a firefighter too. Could one of these CRC firefighters have a machine?
When this dawned on Thomas, he set off with a somewhat improved vigor. Even a half-well-cared-for tower could provide a supplementary firewall, or provide an nexus-alias. Who knows when that would come in handy. Thomas just wanted one.
The lawless nature of the current apocalyptic situation essentially meant Thomas could flex his nerd muscles. The FBI wasn't going to come down on him if he broke into their mapping sats without dynamic IPs or morphing algorithms, or simply walked into lists of locations of weapon procurement sites, experimental or otherwise. The net is has become a playground.
The only issue now, was getting in.
Thomas theorized, as he staggered up the creaky steps of the old firehouse, spear in hand, that he could acquire wireless, somewhat. So many commas.
His idea, as he spilled over it in his mind, sounded like something out of a Michael May flick. Overcomplicated, completely wouldn't work in real life, but giving it a shot couldn't hurt.
One after another, he started pushing doors open. Some lead to storage, holding cleaning chemicals and brooms. Others were dorms for the firefighters. They were, for the most part, bland and undecorated. Some were more intricate than others. Some were full-on small apartments.
But not one with a computer.
Internally, Thomas swore up a maelstrom. There was little to be had. Nothing that could be used as armor, a weapon, or even for structure fortification. Wasn't much tech-wise either. No soldering guns, modems, computers... How can people live like this? Thomas would die without his tech. Even cell phones were not to be found.
Tearing these rooms apart was as uncomplicated as it gets. Lift a blanket, toss a pillow, move a dresser. Each room sweep consumed a little more than two minutes of his precious time.
Things were looking grim for our intrepid Technomancer.
The fifth door from the end of the line lead into a small office. Mountains of paper and files spilled over the desk, littering the tile below. A small desk lamp sitting on the corner illuminated the dank room, only enough. A shake of his head, and Thomas continued on.
Hark!
From the right angle, just before leaving the room back into the hallway, he heard what sounded like... The whine of a 4"x4"! And a cooling fan that small could only mean...
Thomas rushed around the desk, lumbering across the sea of paper, to discover a desktop monitor! And where there was a monitor, there was a tower. Copper eyes pierced the darkness, squeezing as much light from the small lamp as it could beneath the desk... And there it was. Exaggerated disappointment soon overtook Thomas' complexion././
"A Dell. You're f**king serious. The first computer I see that's running in almost two days, and it's a f**king Dell."
/./It only got worse. Thomas sent his steel-toed Brahma into the leg of the desk, shaking it around enough to spot the optical mouse as it woke up. Leaning over the desk, his dark chocolate brown locks draping over one shoulder, the monitor soon awoke too. The old glass tube monitor first showed an atypical Sports Illustrated bikini model wallpaper, too small to fully fit the monitor. Probably an 800x550. Whoever used this thing didn't know how to strech images to fit the screen, or less, how to search for high-quality .png images suitable for wallpapers. As the monitor continued to warm up, Thomas' rage grew tenfold. The taskbar wasn't XP.... Or Windows 7. A mighty, explosive Viking-esque roar bellowed from the small office, rattling the upstairs windows in a fit of profuse anger the likes of which had not been witnessed since the dawn of time././
"VIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII---"
/./Even a Mac would have been prefered././
"----IIIISTAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!!!!!"
/./Mother Gaea had done Thomas great justice by bestowing upon him the great skills he possesses. Agility, strength, intellect... And she poked fun at him by throwing this at him. Vista. It just had to be Vista Home SP1.
He felt dirty just looking at it.
When Ash found him, he was sitting opposite the tower, a disgruntled scowl smeared across his mug. Cross-legged, Gungnir resting against his shoulder. He almost didn't notice Ash until she began to speak././
"Thomas, Hey... I couldn't help but notice your extreme comprehension of the more technological aspect of... stuff. I was wondering whether you've ever moseyed in the practice of gaining illegal authorization to controversial organizations through that sleek looking lap top of yours?"
/./His delirium was shattered upon Ash's query. The once dreary and disappointed Thomas melted away to uncover the core system. He quickly regained his composure, his voice settling into his normal, semi-deep tone././
"Sleek-looking? My Eee PC? It looks about as sleek as a cardboard box." /./He joked. Aside from the gills sliced in the side of the aluminum case for better air venting, his Eee remained relatively stock, exterior-wise././ "But yeah, if I had net, I could crack anything at this point. I doubt the suits are monitoring Blackhat activity in this type of situation. S'not like they have the manpower to come looking for me anyway. Why, you got somethin' you need to see?"
/./He spoke like a Blackhat, but he White Knighted too. The target was the only variable. Info seeking and file obtaining was a hobby of Thomas'. Sometimes he would accept pay, sometimes he'd do it for fun. Sometimes it was politically driven, other times it was for teh lulz. Anyway it goes, he was still an adept././
"The Technomancer is at your service."
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Post by Lunapocalypse on Mar 9, 2010 0:04:49 GMT -5
Ash never enjoyed sugar coating facts to get her way, it gave off an ignorant impression. Worth a shot at complimenting Thomas' unit regardless. She walked further into the room as Thomas began to go on about government types and manpower in the present situation, etc. The cap at the end of the sentence was what she was hoping to hear the most:
"Why, you got somethin' you need to see?"
A grin reached from one side of Ash's lips to the next and kept going up, 'Alright, computer guy without to heavy a conscience,' she though with a mental smirk sticker sealing the package tight. Ash grabbed the chair under the desk, considering Thomas was more inclined to sit on the floor; and sat on it reverse. Arms rested against back support, clear interest showing, "Granted, any Government type won't be braching a lot. However I'm more interested in something a little higher up in the Cyberspace food chain," Ash went a little stoic around this stage before continuing, "I know, on a rather personal level, it can end up being the kind of thing to get you killed," dramatic pause, just to let that last part sink in.
"The Technomancer is at your service."
It was good to see they were both on the same page, Ash moderately ignored the slightly redundant title Thomas had given himself though, "I need you to break into Tricell," she took in a deep breath, understanding that a relative explanation would be required for a task such as what she had just requested to be forced into position; and alas came the long winded dialogue, "My sister is a part of a group she created, a group of racers. They've kinda sorta broken up now and gone about their own ways. Originally back in 2006 they'd been blackmailed by Umbrella to do wet work with their talents, if they chose not to... well, the death threats spoke for themselves. After 2009, and after Umbrella was cleaned up professionally the lost considered themselves free of the Corporations grasp," prologue complete, chapter 1, "The groups talent didn't go unseen after that though; with a tight grasp of Umbrella, Tricell discovered my sisters group potential and figured they couldn't go wrong by following in Umbrella's gootsteps," Ash slowed down, reflecting.
"Only they took it one step further. They kidnapped my sister and threaten to kill her if we don't follow up with what they want. Problem is I can't find anyone from the old group now, we were seperated a year back. More than likely they've just gone into hiding, I don't blame them, but I made it clear I wasn't going to give up on her," Ashleigh's voice had started to shake a little. She took a moment to gather herself, "I have no idea where they took her; and for the love of f*ck is ****es me right off... all I can do is what they ask. I want to turn that around, I want to tackle them to the dirt and get her back. All I need to know is where to start..." Ash looked Thomas squarely in the eyes, "So I'm hoping you'd be able to free up that starting point for me,"
Without waiting for any form of acknowledgement she continued, "My sister's name is Nicola Canen, she's been held by Tricell for around a year and a half now. The wetwork can revolve around as much as blowing sh*t up, to killing people, to clearing up messes B.O.W.s have made. Not your cookie cutter B.O.W.s either. Even if you only found out wether Nicola is alright or not, that'd be enough for me," Ashleigh swivled on the chair slightly and looked back through the doorway, "Don't tell Isaac anything either, if Tricell find any work on the blackmail's filtered into the government they'll sever ties... probably kill Nicola in the process,"
Ashleigh smiled, sort of a thanks in advance; for listening at least. It'd been a while since she'd been able to talk about her situation freely.
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Post by Isaac on Mar 9, 2010 18:39:55 GMT -5
Isaac's hand instantly reached for his PDA. He pulled it from one of the many random pockets that surrounded his BDU. He flipped it on, he hadn't checked it in god knows how long. Of course the odds were unlikely that it was still in a working condition. He hadn't been connected to anything since he left his bank base in Raccoon City. He hadn't any actual idea of what happened to his connection, it was simply gone.
"My PDA was connected to a satellite. I had full access to internet and things of that likeness. As I said before, I lost all communication with superiors. Along with that was the ability to make phone calls on it as well as connect to the internet. My belief is the satellite is down." He was already sure of Thomas' knowledge in technology, it far surpassed his. He wasn't retarded in computers but he didn't know his way around as well as he would like.
"And its Isaac." He didn't like the fact that his name had already been forgotten. Of course that wasn't a huge thing to go off on. "Your welcome to try using my PDA and any of its resources. If you can get it to work its a benefit for the both of us." Again, the group broke up, all of the rooms had been checked already. He took this opportunity to clean his gun. It had been ages since he had the chance, it was dangerous in this situation.
He moved to a clean table and grabbed a rag, wetting it. He pulled his clips out, laying them on the table still loaded. He laid his pistol and M4 out, only taking apart the M4 for now. He wanted a gun in use at all times. Isaac's hands worked quickly, pulling parts out and wiping them down, pulling a little gunk out here and there. As he finished he started reassembling, however he was caught off guard, grabbing his pistol.
There was a thud upstairs, and then a yell. He couldn't help but laugh and lay his pistol down again. Vista? Musta found a computer. Hurridly he worked through his M4 and pistol, holstering it all and reloading it again. He waited until everyone was ready, he was already formulating a plan of action. Of course, he would have to wait to get everyone's opinion.
He looked out the window, the sun was down. Not the best time to move, but the best time for him to be out. His night vision goggles easily drew attention to things outside. It would be easier for him to spot things if they moved soon.
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Post by RabidMaggot93 on Mar 10, 2010 9:25:53 GMT -5
Ambrose silently slipped out into the darkened kitchen, claws barely making a sound on the lino flooring. He took a deep breath, the scent of prey almost driving him wild. But instead he decided to carefully slip from the kitchen. It was rather easy to avoid contact due to the large spaces and narrow corridors and the hulking creature could be silent when he wished.
He paused briefly to think. He couldn't attack a group and he doubted they would seperate for very long. That gave him a small window of oppertunity.
Unless...
He quickly padded up the corridor and peered into a room. There was a lone human, with weapons yes but it faced the other way... and it was distracted...
Ambrose seized his chance. He bodily pushed the door open and lunged for the man who was looking out of the window, jaws open wide. He aimed to kill but from such a range there was a chance - if the man was fast - that he'd overshoot and collide headfirst with the bars that covered the windows.
If he missed he'd try to bite the gun and pull it away, if that was possible.
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Post by Isaac on Mar 10, 2010 18:18:48 GMT -5
He sighed, he didn't want to stay here long. It wasn't protected well enough, then again no where was really that protected. But he felt vulnerable in this building, especially desolate since his comrades were up stairs. He heard a thud behind him and in a reflection on the window he saw an animal bursting through the door behind him. He took no time to see exactly what it was, it was hostile and that's all that mattered.
He instantly ducked and rolled, slightly turning his body as he did so. His hands pulled his M4 up as he came out of the roll to the side of the beast. He avoided it, but barely. It was large, covered in fur, and dog like. So thats what was barking? Isaac didn't take time to think, only time to react. By the time he had reached a stand the barrel of his M4 was already aimed directly at the hulk next to the garage door window.
His finger extended on the trigger and pulled. The normal double tap method wouldn't do for something like this. He had intel on certain monsters in the area, this wasn't one of them. All he knew was that it was a B.O.W. and it would take much more to take out. Bullets whizzed from the barrel of his gun, he kept count in his head. Seven bullets would leave his gun and hurtle towards the animal. Each was aimed for its body, he didn't have the luxury of it being slow.
A head shot wouldn't happen until it was down and unmoving. He hoped Thomas and Ash would come to his aid soon. Fighting this thing alone wasn't something he wanted to do. Zombies, sure, they were slow and stupid. B.O.W.s proved to be incredibly agile and marginally more intelligent. Animalistic still, and hopefully his comrades would be enough to scare it off. All he knew is that first chance he would cut and run.
Immediately after the bullets left his gun, he thought of something. It was silenced, they likely wouldn't hear anything, but another thought came before that one. He instantly aimed up and shot out ever single light in the room and surrounding rooms. His hand reached and pulled down his night vision goggles, flipping on and seeing into the pitch black room. Now he would have the advantage of sight.
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Post by RabidMaggot93 on Mar 10, 2010 18:50:38 GMT -5
Ambrose yelped as several bullets peirced his skin - it wasn't fatal but it was enough to knock some of the fight from him.
He knew he needed backup and threw back his head, howling. Immediatly three howls joined his own as the Cerebrus bolted from hiding, all three sprinting towards the hole Ambrose had used to enter.
His lips curled back over his teeth as he snapped at the man in a mock lunge before he bolted into an ajoining room and crouched behind an overturned desk as the first Cerebrus climbed from the hole and bolted towards the fight with jaws snapping, the two others following soon after.
Now Ambrose felt a little more confident as long as he could end this quickly.
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Post by .name//Technomancer on Mar 10, 2010 19:07:41 GMT -5
/./Tricell. The Holy Grail. A thick left brow perked both in understanding and intrigue. Most, if not all, independent requesters often ask for files which would require entirely new systems, purchased with cold cash, by a third party. Files, documents, or systems that the user would utilize against the target for blackmailing purposes, information and statistics to be sold to other parties to gain new insight on competitors, or like compromising data. Thomas was a dealer of the negative. Information that always results in a loss of Karma.
This request was sincere. It still held the light scent of databank purging, and the usual heavy overtone of someone coming to kill him at some point in the future, but the sincerity and desperation outweighed the risks involved. Finally, a White Knight job that didn't end up uncovering photos of abused animals in shelters, or children in sweatshops. This was a feel-good job.
Every other sentence, as it began or ended, the Native American nodded slightly, his left index finger and thumb covering his lips in a pose of totally committed and undivided attention. As she spoke her sister's name, Thomas shoved his right hand into his right pocket, drawing out his loverly Chocolate2, and immediately texted Nicola's name, and relevant information to both himself, as the text would not go through but be saved to his phone as a failed text, and his Asus. While he didn't have the fortune of being able to bring wireless in, his Asus could provide wireless out, and taking advantage of his phone's signal mHz and GHz, and the signal strength, every text sent in the vicinity of his laptop would be immediately saved in Rich Text format for further use. It kept his internal memory usage low, and allowed Thomas to rarely have to remember s***. Life was good.
Perhaps it was fate that these two would find each other. Not in a romantic sense, and not by a long shot. But Ash needed help. And to ask for assistance in such a personal matter and way took courage and selflessness to overcome one's pride. The intensity in her eyes spoke only more truth of the matter. Even if it was just a name and location, Thomas would provide. But he would, and will not stop, until her sister is found. His perfectionist lifestyle demanded closure for Ash. The only obstacle was, again, the net. But in the process, Thomas began to ponder possibly using the Fire Station's main short-wave transmitter in such a way to possibly kick Wireless up.
Then that plan went to s***.
Ashleigh's smile, which in an odd way was comforting to see in such a desperate time, would have been quickly cut down like so much lumber. What sounded like muffled pops, the shattering of fluorescent light bulbs on coated concrete, and the unfamiliar, to Thomas, noise of subsonic 5x56 rounds piercing the roof of the building lead to the unmistakable, unsettling reality. The building had become compromised. Almost synchronously, the two discussing the Tricell issue jumped to their feet, their eyes locked in an understanding of the next moments to come. Thomas had Ash's back, as Ash had Thomas'. His female gunslinging drifter before himself, they stormed out of the small office, preparing for what would most likely be a night of bloodshed.
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Post by Isaac on Mar 10, 2010 19:15:57 GMT -5
Seventeen rounds left in the clip. Pistol loaded at my hip. Low light for enemies, I can handle this. His heart sped up from what it was originally. He stayed standing still, his breath was calm and quiet. These things weren't nearly as dangerous as men with guns. He'd faced men with guns plenty of times and came out with not even a scratch. He could handle it.
He reached his left hand up, but stopped himself from flipping it to infrared sighting. Most of these creatures were dead and cold, it wouldn't do anything. He would have to stick with the standard night vision of his goggles. It was more than sufficient to see in this lighting.
He saw the creature dart behind into another room after, what he assumed, was calling for reinforcements. Obviously there was a very large breach in the building. His knees bent slightly as he backed up, he heard a distinct patter of claws on cement to his left coming around the firetruck.
He knew it would be another dog and his gun immediately aimed at the new target. It was a normal canine dog, excluding the horrid infection of course. He also knew that because it was one of these dogs, it would be in a pack, Isaac expected more than one of these things. His finger squeezed the trigger, three rounds leaving the barrel to hopefully collide with the single target in the room.
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Post by RabidMaggot93 on Mar 10, 2010 19:20:14 GMT -5
The Cerebrus yelped and fell over itself, the rounds blowing a chunk from its chest. It wasn't dead but it wouldn't be moving for a while.
Ambrose took the time the man used for firing on the other Cerebrus to lunge back in the room and go for his throat just as the other two Cererbus darted in the room, one bolting behind the truck (but ran into it at first) while the other lunged straight for the man also with a savage snarl, fangs flashing in the darkness.
It was dark however so the Cerebrus probably would miss but Ambrose could see a little better so he would more than likely be on target. He wasn't aiming to kill, but to disable the mans weapon, so his jaws would clamp down on the gun and attempt to pull it loose from the mans grip.
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Post by Isaac on Mar 10, 2010 19:32:07 GMT -5
Isaac's gun pivoted to the other side of the truck hearing something smack into it. God damn it where are the rest of them? He asked himself, referring not to the dogs but to his friends. He could really use some help here, then again they wouldn't see anything. He saw another dog round the corner of the firetruck and at the same time the large beast was lunging for him.
At the same time he noticed a dog lunging for him from his left as well. He could tell that dog was going to miss, it couldn't see, neither could the other one. His main focus was the largest animal that was darting for him. The way it was coming it was going to mangle his gun, that couldn't happen. He kicked his legs out from under him and began to drop to the ground, pressing the gun to his chest while he pulled out his tactical knife.
The beast was darting above him, his knife stabbing upwards towards its chest. If met, it would slice down its stomach until it landed behind his head. However, tactical knives were short, it would hurt incredibly, but it wouldn't kill something that thick skinned. He would release the knife still inside the beast, gripping his gun and shooting straight down his body at the dog that ran for him.
The bullets aimed for its head, hopefully dropping it for good. 12 bullets left. He left no time to hesitate and quickly rolled and stood on his feet, moving forward as he turned to face the large animal as he moved away from it.
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Post by Lunapocalypse on Mar 10, 2010 23:39:03 GMT -5
Ash's smile snapped like a curved twig, several hard 'thwacks' reported through the firestation; Ash had already been standing, swivle chair sliding across the room slowly. Then following through was a ressonating howl bouncing off every surface: walls, ceiling, cement floor of the firestation. Ashleigh held a thumb up to her left ear, being brought down slightly from the volume, "s***..." mandatory curse from the sting in her ear. Ash looked up to Thomas who seemingly returned the gaze, mutual agreement of their actions. Ash marched out the door drawing her left Sidewinder while passing through the square arch.
The familiar sound of creaking metal and scratches through wood lead Ash to believe the small cover she'd issued in the kitchen had been demolished, although the howl suggested the initial dog Ash had heard hours before had crawled through. She took to one side of the hall, slightly crouched, left shoulder running against the wall; nothing had come upstairs yet. She charged down the stairs after noting it was clear, controlled breathing kicking in. Ash considered drawing her second revolver, "Tight corridors, narrow spaces, crowded garage," she breathed, 'Not enough room for prediction with two firearms,' and decided against it.
Ashleigh glanced down the ground floor hall away from the ruckus in the garage checking to make sure it was clear before heading towards the havok; and there was a lot of noise coming from the garage. The only problem getting there was the kitchen door being open, the two had to remain vigilant, unless those dogs spat acid there'd be other critters to complain about.
The pearly white kitchen was clear, the only mess coming from dirty paw prints of dirt and decay residue. The garage on the other hand was pitch black, Ashleighs eyes would take a minute to adjust. That was too much time. While flicking out her pen light she imagined jaws flying out of the ebony wasteland and clamping down on her throat. She couldn't have turned the torch on any faster.
For the lousy amount of light the torch produced it did fairly well, Ash could tell Isaac was in a toss with a dog and that another two were rounding the firetruck. One of the canines were incapacitated. The dog on Isaac was thrice the size of the others, Ash cringed as she remorsed on not tell anyone about the massive dog she had seen previously; she'd just been distracted is all... It was frantic though, ridiculous, Ash's performance deteriorated in this kind of blindness. The Cerberus Ash's side of the firetruck was going for Isaac to, it was already crouching to leap. If Ash missed it would collide with Isaac, she needed something with a little more of a wide berth.
Ash let her sidewinder drop to the work bench as she moved further into the room, feeling about in the darkness behind her along the tool bench. Her hand clasping around a familiar bumpy sensation, a jingle was made as well when she had made contact. It was thick and heavy more than enough. Without checking the item in hand she swung it forth, letting go of the chain. The dog had just gone to pounce, halfway up the peak of its arch the chain collided with its hind legs wrapping around once before causing both legs to snap; the weight of the chain resulted in pulling the canine down to ground level aswell. Ashleigh drew her other Sidewinder; no point in going back for the other in this darkness, she'd grab it later.
The penlight drifted across the room, Ash hadn't noticed the glow originally until her light bounced right off of Isaacs nightvision headset. She immediately averted the penlight, facing it in a different direction, 'Try not to blind the other survivors please, Ash,'
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Post by RabidMaggot93 on Mar 11, 2010 5:40:51 GMT -5
The Cerebrus that had leapt for Issac was put down, its legs snapping and sending it flying past the man to slam into the wall, the force snapping its neck like a dry twig.
The second one that was going for Issac turned back instead and charged at Ash from her left if she where to face Issac with a savage bark, going for her legs, not her throat, to knock her down and make her an easier target.
The third one that Issac had first shot had regained its feet by now, but it was weak. It sprinted foward towards Issac, but it was weak and slower than it should have been.
Ambrose howled as the knife tore into his stomach. Not deep but it hurt like hell! He landed away from the man and decided instead to attack the girl and leave the man to go for the third dog that had regained its feet.
Ambrose sprinted around the firetruck and lunged from Ash's front (if she where to be facing Issac). He was starting to tire and the wounds where affecting him - if this didn't work he would not risk his life anymore, he would run.
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Post by .name//Technomancer on Mar 11, 2010 19:21:17 GMT -5
/./Having been scavving earlier, Thomas dropped most of his inventory off in Metal Wave, namely his backpack and other lesser items. Scavving in a secured building meant requiring more space. This ended up being fortunate two-fold: For one, he was lighter on his feet. Heavy steps were still of his nature, but he was running faster than his normally over-encumbered self. Secondly, he was ever so slightly silent. His tasset only had his usual rolls of duct tape and miniature tool kits to bear. He was still adorn in several loud chain straps and other jingly items, but for the most part, they rung synchronously with his loud bootstomps.
He tried to stick directly behind Ash, but she was obviously more well-trained and much lighter than Thomas. She was soon much further ahead; in an instant, she had cleared the staircases and was darting down the hallway towards the engine bay. Thomas was still jumping down the stairs by the time she had taken out her first enemy.
There was a significant problem with the bay: All of the lights were out. Silently, Thomas cursed his thoughtlessness of having not raided a sporting goods store for a set of night-visions.
He was still well-armed, and he still had a highly valued vehicle and tech in that engine bay. Without much thought, he bolted into the darkness. Meaty thuds, crunches, and splatter sounds emitted from the narrow door, to which Thomas assumed the others had begun dropping dogs. Faintly, a miniature light was shining random objects. This was Ash. Had to be. Issac wouldn't use handheld flashlights.
The bay was dark, indeed. But there was still a sense of movement. Bare claws and skin pads clicked on the tile floor. It was an unmistakable sound. One of which was headed for Ash.
Out of the corner of his eye, Thomas spotted this movement. Ash was somewhat distracted by her first crippled mutt, and not blinding Issac. Thomas was approaching from her left, as was this fast-moving enemy. It was within four feet of him, and was apparently too concentrated on Ash to care about the lumbering Goth beside it.
The sense of fear, dread, and savagery kicked Thomas in the teeth. He didn't have to drop the dog right here, but stopping it would avoid an injury to a member of the party. His spear was mid-staffed in his left hand. He brought it to his chest, vertically, for a moment, blade-up. The staff rolled to his right side, his right hand grasping the bottom of the aluminum shaft. With ferocious speed, Thomas swathed a slice, beginning with the blade from the twelve o'clock position, counter-clockwise, pivoting Gungnir on her center balance. When the blade reached about the five o'clock position, he sprung forward with the full power of his left leg, stamping his foot down, and stabbed hard at the blur with all the power he could muster.
Given the response-time of the creature, it may have been able to avoid a fatal injury, but a direct hit nonetheless would have hammered it's midsection, either stabbing it in or behind the ribs with Gungnir's wide, extremely sharp tip. If a deep slice would have caught it, the visceral tear blades would have punctured it as well, causing catastrophic damage. Pulling the spear out after that would have likely eviscerated the Doberman.
This was the best case scenario, but unless Thomas sees in direct light what had transpired, the attack remains anonymous././
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