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Post by Dr. Maneep Pamplemousse on Nov 7, 2013 16:33:37 GMT -8
Not being one to pass up an opportunity to not get mauled by demon hounds, Wolf made sure he wasn't between the monsters and their planned exit.
He scanned the group and saw that nobody had been hurt and relaxed in a mildly paranoid way. He approached the pile of something they had been busily mauling to try and identify it.
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Post by Dr. Jar on Nov 7, 2013 18:23:32 GMT -8
Wolf finds some quivering zombie flesh, still moving on the ground like so many slugs. However, from the distribution of the blood here and there against the wall, it seems to have been a formerly living humans. There are pieces, here and there, of a shredded leather jacket. The wound of greatest interest appeared to be on what was left of the corpses' throat.
The sound of a motorcycle starting up can be heard a few moments later. It leaves unseen, but not unheard.
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Post by sesamecake on Nov 8, 2013 10:18:54 GMT -8
Dorothy watched the beasties retreat, faintly disappointed for the abrupt end to the action. She swung her bat in a small circle as she approached the pile of zombits behind Wolf.
Opening her mouth to speak, Dorothy was silenced by the motorcycle, and listened intently as it departed, tensing up anew as her grip reflexively tightened on the bat.
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Post by Dr. Maneep Pamplemousse on Nov 8, 2013 11:52:50 GMT -8
Wolf tried to identify the type of the motorcycle by the sound of the engine.[dice=20+2][rand=65470814029686159831890773493797293073840904980919400153122842312]
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Post by ∆§Indea§∆ on Nov 8, 2013 17:02:48 GMT -8
Rob waited for the motorbike sounds to die down , being sensitive to Wolf's desire to listen. He took the stoney silence as a no to chasing after the dogs. He was pretty sure all bikes sounded the same though.Rob tried not to look too deeply at the zombie flesh but it rattled his insides.He took a deep breath,then wandered over to the newly arrived group with the two newbies, both female but both kinda intimidating. He held his hand out to the pair in turn.“Hi there. I see Breg has picked up two tough but lovely ladies, as guests to our humble abode. I'm Robert Mistry.This fine fellow is Emily or Marcos and this armed heroine over there is Sylvia. It's a pleasure to meet you both.”
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Post by DKender on Nov 8, 2013 17:53:44 GMT -8
Emily had been hiding behind a tree, and now he peeked out, realized that the coast was clear, and scurried to join the group.
"LADIES! Please call me Emi, Emiliano, Emil, or any derivations of 'em. Marcos - that's the name my parents gave me - is derived from the god of war, so I'm not a fan."
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Post by Dr. Jar on Nov 8, 2013 20:02:42 GMT -8
Sylvia- "We're not going to chase them..the bullets passed right through, Rob. What are we going to do with them now?" The blood on the cement, along with various pieces of gore, indicated that they hadn't passed through cleanly, as with a ghost, but the dogs seemed none the worst for being shot by no less than four people. Breg- "We should just go inside. If there was any doubt, we know now they are some kind of monster. The question is, how do we stop them, and why are they lurking here?" He picks through the remains and then frowns quietly but can't say anything for certain. "We should burn this unfortunate man first. This looks like one of the hooligans from earlier." Adelle- "It does seem to be so. I wonder if that is his motorcycle." Her head follows the retreating sound of the bike, and she wonders if someone just stole it, or if it was someone else from his gang. If so, why was there no screaming. "...I suppose they had the best possible taste...today." Wolf is able to identify the sound of a large motorcycle taking off.
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Post by Dr. Maneep Pamplemousse on Nov 8, 2013 21:46:35 GMT -8
Wolf grunted with displeasure."Sounded like a bigger bike, a bit low for a dirt bike, and a bit noisy for a cruiser. Probably the hoodrats. It disturbs me to think they might be working with the deadies." "We should try to make some nets and figure out how to throw them effectively. Maybe we could practice on the goats. If we could pin those things down somehow, then maybe we could use machetes or something to dismember them so they can't harm us even if they are still moving."
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Post by ∆§Indea§∆ on Nov 8, 2013 21:55:20 GMT -8
Rob made a face at the idea of making frankendog machete soup.“I would like to find out how to kill those things, might have been a delinquent but nobody deserves a death like that. Perhaps we could work out a less messy way to do it though.”
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Post by Dr. Jar on Nov 10, 2013 11:57:56 GMT -8
Breg- "Maybe nets would work, but with so many they might struggle out of them. I'm not sure how intelligent they are but they seem to know when to flee, unlike some of our other foes. Being cut apart might be our only option, or if a big enough piece could be shot off." Adelle- "A big knife or a sword sounds like a good idea, what about traps or poles or something else to hold on? Anyone have a lasso?" She is unsmiling and frank, but that seems to be a decent portion of a joke right there. Perhaps.Sylvia- "Had I actually shot the one that charged me, I could have probably blown it mostly to bits. We should bury this guy before it gets too dark, and more monsters come out, and then we can all meet and greet more...intensely inside. Oh, hello new folks, by the way." She eyed Detective Wolfe thoughtfully, with almost a bit too much interest, before moving her shotgun to her side and putting it down. She stuck her hand out towards Dorothy as well. "Hi, I'm Sister Sylvia. Good to meet you on good terms, yeah?"
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Post by Dr. Jar on Nov 11, 2013 15:42:24 GMT -8
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Post by sesamecake on Nov 11, 2013 17:45:03 GMT -8
Dorothy looked over the new faces, trying pointlessly to remember the names given. She took Rob's offered hand and shook it warmly, grinning her wide grin and apparently completely unphased by the gore.
Letting the others discuss matters, Dorothy soon turned her grin on Sister Sylvia, accepting another hand shake. "Dorothy. I'm hearin' talk of a warm meal, and that's about as good a terms as a person is like to find these days." Following Breg's lead, Dorothy drops Sylvia's hand and heads inside, bat still held loosely in one hand.
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