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Post by Thy Dungyeon Maestyr on Nov 22, 2018 1:01:34 GMT -8
ICE COLD jefotjZX++3 VIOLENCE ++2
((She gets 2 edges from Ice Cold, is using one now to "Put opponent in disadvantageous position"))I'd holstered my gun as Joe started to move, then when it went down I joined it on the floor, with a headlock and muzzling its mouth with the inside of my big-sleeve-having arm.
Colt (uneasy)-
"..."
I was kinda sitting up behind its head, holding it close like Harvey Keitel with Tim Roth at the end of Reservoir Dogs.···
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Post by ◊◊BLOODBEASTER◊◊ on Nov 22, 2018 1:14:01 GMT -8
The thing wriggled around and clattered its skeletal jaw. Its neck was so long it felt like wrestling a boa constrictor, its horns so close to smacking you in the face.
Joe lined up the shot, and impaled it through its chest, bone shattering like ice. It writhed
violently as he pulled out the pipe and stabbed it again. It spasmed a few more times
before it grew still. Joe was breathing so hard it seemed like he might hyperventilate. |
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Post by Thy Dungyeon Maestyr on Nov 22, 2018 1:18:21 GMT -8
I got up and got in Joe's space carefully, so he had to stop swinging to avoid hitting me. I whispered harshly,
Colt (uneasy)-
"Hey. Cool it, man!"
((One Ice Cold Edge banked if we get jumped in a minute.))
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Post by ◊◊BLOODBEASTER◊◊ on Nov 22, 2018 1:21:22 GMT -8
Butcher- (shaken)
"What the fuck is this thing? I never seen a demon like...
well, you know."
It was still. Almost seemed surprising that it didn't burst into smoke
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Post by Thy Dungyeon Maestyr on Nov 22, 2018 1:25:19 GMT -8
I crouched back down gesturing for him to look if he wanted.
Colt (uneasy)-
"Say hello."
I pulled off its veil.((One Ice Cold Edge banked if we get jumped in a minute.))
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Post by ◊◊BLOODBEASTER◊◊ on Nov 22, 2018 1:30:47 GMT -8
((Roll KiT! 2d10+Will)) I'll say no extreme failure state.S5XVg2Ng+2
Joe shuddered a bit, but stared right at the thing.
Black skull head, beady eyes like a rodent-- now stuck staring open. A wiry fur grew over the bony neck and hung down from the chin like a goatee. Joe crouched
and lifted the thing's hand. Several joints on the fingers, all adorned with ornate
black jewelry. The dress was encrusted in fine embroidery, beads, and tiny bells.
Butcher-
"How can something like this exist?"
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Post by Thy Dungyeon Maestyr on Nov 22, 2018 1:35:47 GMT -8
k2mQfhKA+ +1 I shuddered.
Colt (unfocused)-
"Guh. Fuck."
I stood up and took Joe's arm for a moment.
"I'm just glad they ain't zombies so we can kill 'em. Let's get da fuck outta here."
((One Ice Cold Edge banked if we get jumped in a minute.))·
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Post by ◊◊BLOODBEASTER◊◊ on Nov 22, 2018 1:41:45 GMT -8
JGVKA8Pb+3 Joe pulled the creature's veil from the head completely, ripping it slightly.
Butcher-
"I dunno, maybe it could be useful."
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Post by Thy Dungyeon Maestyr on Nov 22, 2018 1:47:37 GMT -8
Colt (unfocused)-
"Sure, why not? I'll stand behind ya and do bunny ears."
I drew my gun again and went into the hall, clearing corners as much as possible, keeping my flashlight mostly shielded.((One Ice Cold Edge banked if we get jumped in a minute.)) |
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Post by ◊◊BLOODBEASTER◊◊ on Nov 22, 2018 1:55:01 GMT -8
Joe chuckled wanly and put the veil over his head, muttering something about
not being really into drag. He suddenly froze up and pulled the veil aside.
Butcher-
"I know where to go."
He led the way, holding the veil over his head. You twisted and turned around
the machinery at normal walking speed. Fast enough you had to hold onto his shirt
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Post by Thy Dungyeon Maestyr on Nov 22, 2018 1:58:37 GMT -8
What the fuck?
Colt (unfocused)-
"I'm on you."
I dropped the flashlight in my pocket and trusted to Joe's weird deal, keeping my gun ready in my free hand.
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Post by ◊◊BLOODBEASTER◊◊ on Nov 24, 2018 22:45:24 GMT -8
Butcher (shaken) -
"God damn it, what do they want outta me?"
He feigned an air of mild annoyance but he was obviously getting really bothered.
Colt (unfocused) -
"Specifically? They want you to sacrifice Mills. Maybe it's like in that movie where the killer wants to be killed by a cop to mess up their life? Or Satan ain't lookin' out for his own."
I walked forward in the weird new environment, flashlight and Joe's gun ready.
Butcher (shaken) -
"I don't want to kill him. Why does it think I would want to do that?"
Colt (unfocused) -
"I wouldn't mind, but if Satan wants it, I guess I gotta keep the piece of shit alive... You're a kind soul, Joe."
Butcher (shaken) -
"Thanks. Better to see him waste his life in jail anyway."
He followed behind you. Damn it was weird being in a curving hall made out of the same shit plaster and beige carpeting that comprised 90% of the homes in Detroit. Up ahead you saw something lying on the floor, bobbing slightly in the shallow water. Another body.
That was absolutely Officer Clark's body. You recognized it from the crime scene photos. In fact, this curving hallway was just some Beetlejuice-nightmare version of the hall in the Bedford house. Butcher didn't see what was ahead yet, it seemed.
I blocked his path, pointed my flashlight down to give the thing less illumination.
Colt (unfocused) -
"Remember zombie cultist girl from tha start of this?"
Butcher (shaken) -
"Yeah-- oh man, is she back? Ugh..."
Colt (unfocused) -
"Worse. It's zombie Gary. Keep your eyes on me, let's hustle."
Butcher (shaken)-
"Oh my god..."
He squinted away a bad thought and then nodded to you. Time to move...
You were fast approaching it, and it wasn't getting up to stand yet. Maybe it'd be like a Jason and just wait to grab Butcher's ankle as he tried to step over it. Just past the body, the hall opened up into a larger area, but what was inside it was unclear.
I was 100% expecting the ankle grab so I did my best to keep myself between it and Joe as we hustled past.·GLXlMPGN |
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Post by ◊◊BLOODBEASTER◊◊ on Nov 24, 2018 22:48:08 GMT -8
You wove through the labyrinth, sometimes ducking low and waiting for one of those beings to shuffle past. Joe led you to what appeared to be a normal service elevator, one button inside. He shrugged and moved to open the gate.
Colt (unfocused)-
"Hey how ya feelin' in that thing?"
I let go of him and pulled out my flashlight again, let him work the door. He pulled it off suddenly as if he'd forgotten he was wearing it.
Butcher- (shaken)
"Feels weird, but glad it got us through this. Knock on wood."
He tucked it in his back pocket like a really weird hanky code. The elevator juddered as the two of you got inside, and Joe let out a big sigh when the door was finally shut behind you. There was only one big red button, and the elevator lurched upward after he hit it. Better than the alternative. The elevator crept at a snail's pace. Looked like it was going to be a minute. I didn't care, I leaned against the wall to conserve energy.
Colt (unfocused)-
"I don't trust it. How's it work? You know where we're going?"
Butcher (shaken) -
"I shouldn't trust it either but... you can see these markings on the walls.
Not exactly arrows but... I don't know, going up has to be good, right?"
He sunk down to sit on the floor of the grimy elevator, taking deep breaths."Wonder what Aaron's gonna think. What will we even tell anyone..."
Colt (unfocused)-
"We'll say whatever best fits the facts in evidence. Fuck da trute if it gets you locked up in the booby hatch."
Butcher (shaken)-
"Man, bad enough having to make up shit last time..."
He shook away a bad memory.
The pipes and machine walls were finally slipping out of view. Water was trickling from above, down the elevator shaft.
Colt (unfocused)-
"I only wish we could know what da fuck is really happening. Are we layin' around the murder scene, hypnotized into a mass delusion by lil' Crowley? Or are we in some kinda weird hell, and how da fuck is that possible? Hell ain't some place you just go for a visit."
Butcher (shaken)-
"I know you thought I was nuts when I talked about the... screaming. What do you think now?"
Colt (unfocused)-
"I already half-suspected Timmy's bunch had warlock powers, thought you coulda been, uh, bewitched, y'know? Not nuts."
Butcher-
"Heh, better than nothing I guess. Some of this is real though, not just an illusion. I got up two flights of stairs on my belly. I would've broken every rib in my body if I did that for real. There's gotta be ways back up to the normal world."
Colt (unfocused)-
"*siiigh* God, you think the veil will help you find a way out?"
Butcher-
"Hate to spend the night looking like Lady Gaga, but maybe. I don't wanna get like...
He handed you his Glock. I holstered mine and accepted it."Don't think I'm gonna get possessed by Satan tonight, but of the two of us I think you'd be less likely."
Colt (unfocused)-
"I don't know how good I am, but if I gotta have true faith, like a Dumbo feather thing? Just in case, let me add for the record that I am, like, big into Jesus. Now I am. Total holy roller."
He chuckled. The water was pouring more and more, until Joe finally got off his keister. A light gleamed from above until it came into view-- another hallway. This one looked like one from a suburban house, but long, and curving out of view. White plaster walls and beige carpet covered with ankle-deep water. There was a side table with a cordless phone and a gold painted hammer.The elevator shuddered to a stop, and before you could even think to open the gate-- the phone began to ring.
Colt (unfocused)-
"If that's Satan askin' after lil' Timmy again, so help me..."
I helped push open the door and went to the phone again, careful for ambushes.
"Detective Colt speaking."
Woman's voice-
"Oh, hello, I was expecting a... *papers rustle* Joseph Butcher? But if he is unavailable, would you like to hear our special offer?"
Colt (unfocused)-
"Got anything to do with this goldie hammer? Lay it on me, Satan."
Woman's voice-
"Yes, for a limited time only, if you use this golden hammer on t̡҉̡h̡͝e ̷m̶͜a҉r͟k͘e҉̨͠d̴͢͡ ͜o͜n̴͢ę̶͞ you get a free vacation to Detroit for you and a friend! Would you like to hear the details?"
Colt (unfocused)-
"Mm, naw. We'd rather keep our souls and maybe our jobs. Got anything else to say for yourself?"
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D̵҉R̢͏Ơ̢͢WN̵ ̴̢HI̵M̨ ͏̛I̴N̴͜ ̷͟T͏H̶͟Ȩ̡͟ ͢EN̢͟͞G͠I͟NE ̵̧R̡͝OO̵̷M̷
The sound made your ears bubble. Butcher moved beside you, looking down at the hammer.
Colt (unfocused)-
"Don't touch that shit."
I hung up."It's from the Hell Depot."
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Post by ◊◊BLOODBEASTER◊◊ on Nov 24, 2018 23:26:58 GMT -8
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Post by ◊◊BLOODBEASTER◊◊ on Nov 24, 2018 23:45:40 GMT -8
Something light was moving on the second floor.
Colt (unfocused) -
"Be ready for anything."
I walked on up there without bothering with stealth. What to my wondering eye should appear?
There are two doors, right and left. Two child-sized silhouettes dart between rooms, little feet pounding on the wood floors. I hissed and ran for the door corresponding the master bedroom. Butcher ran after you.It's him...!
Said a child-like voice. The door at the end of the hall parted, and out stepped a tall man with slightly stuck-out ears. You didn't even need to search our memory for where you'd seen him before. That man at the tower, the one who lit the room up with red and took your eye.
He smiled smugly, like he remembered you too. I had to try real hard not to bust his ass apart with bullets, but I did aim Joe's gun at him.
Colt (unfocused) -
"It's you! This is the guy who set out that table for us, Joe. The one I had to kick."
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