Hunters Hunted in the East Forest Part Three - RPLOG
Participants
Date
15/8/2013
Log
Having ascertained that Smokie and Arimia have suffered no serious harm in the scuffle, Delve quickly approaches the fallen mutant, kneeling beside it. Frowning, she inspects the creature quickly before jabbing it gently with her nanite collector. "C'mon, c'mon," she growls under her breath. Then the machine makes an unhappy 'bong' and she curses. 'Corrupt Sample,' intones the machine. "Well," she sighs with resignation, "at least it isn't dead. I'll stabilize it, cage it, then we can get out of here." The xenobiologist busies herself immediately with those tasks, bent over the creature in total absorption. Over her shoulder, in response to Dio, she comments, "Sadly, the trees here're too damn thick for extraction. We'll haveta pull back to the clearing where we started - or, at least, a more open section of wood. This canopy..." The coyote flicks her tail upward, hands being too busy to gesture, but the meaning is clear.
Angus was still standing over the creature, gun pointed right at its head as Delve worked. "You sure we can't just kill the thing?" He asks, cocking back the hammer on his gun as he clares at it. Before he catches another whiff of the creature, stronger then before. Something was off...he switches his Schofield over to his right hand, and reached into his coat to pull out another revolver. This one was different, the design more ancient as he cocked back the hammer on the heavy gun and held both up as he tried to focus on the scent.
Alkain looks over the unknown mutant and frowns a bit, "Yeah, I suppose so..." he blinks at the sense of being watched and shakes his head, "I think we have..." he gives a sniff and sighs, "Or maybe we are surrounded?" he frowns at the noises and looks around curiously as he tries to seem calm
It wasn't until late that Smokie felt something wouldn't go right. She didn't knkow what. She heard nothing, and she assumed the smell of the creature was, well, the burnt creature laying at their paws. She frowns, and puts her hands on her hips as she looks about the clearing, frowning. "Whatever it is, we probably ought not stick around too long, unless we're gonna have a picnic with every forest creature out here."
Arimia is preoccupied trying to do something about her injured arm. She lifts her head and looks around as she feels like she's being watched, but shortly turns her attention back to her arm, dismissing it. When Alkain speaks up, however, she stops trying to do something about the bent metal and grabs her jian again, looking around a bit more carefully. "And why not? Skewer them, roast them, and we can feast."
Along with the others, Dio felt something wasn't quite right. He looked down at the downed mutant and then began gazing about the forest, putting his sharp and sensitive ears to use. But before his ears pick up anything, his eyes catch a bit of movement ahead of him. "Over there," he points using the barell of his shotgun. "Movement in the undergrowth." He brings the shotgun to his shoulder and begins moving a bit closer to the area, ready to fire should anything nasty pop-out at him.
Delve's ears flick, listening to the others. The downed mutant is now in a sturdy suspension box, not merely caged, but in a state functionally equivalent to suspended animation. There is a small RSX label stamped on the side of the suspension box. Pressing a few buttons on the side of the box, Delve activates a program, causing the box and its cargo to shrink until they are only about nine inches on all sides. Then Delve puts the box in her backback. After tucking it safely within, she withdraws a pistol, a compact black semiauto .38. As she pulls back the slide, the coyote says, in a tone which suggest she's trying to be excited instead of nervous and not entirely succeeding, "Y'know, I was wonderin' how one li'l monster took down those big taurs so brutally..." Standing, with her backpack protectively shouldered, Delve holds the pistol in one hand and her knife in the other, leaving the nanite collector around her shoulders but ready for use. The napalm pistol remains in her belt for now.
Unfortunately, before Delve has a chance to give advice, Dio spots movement in the brush and advances. There is a rustle, and Dio sees another of the creatures ahead, looking away, scratching at itself. Almost as if it's allowing Dio to stalk it. Suddenly, two more balaur taurs whip out of the brush to either side of Dio and launch themselves at his sides, hissing viciously! At the same moment, more pour out of the woods around the group, all rushing to attack!
Well...there goes their little bit of rest. As soon as more of the taurs comes popping out Angus frowns, before targeting the twins heading his way. "Just my luck." He mutters, sighting them both and pulling both triggers at once. The twin guns barked, 44's slamming head on into them as the flash lights up the coyote shiloute on his older gun as he gets ready to move.
Alkain looks over at the box and hmms, "Interesting..." that's before the little creatures attack! He growls as he aims and fires at one, knocking it off course as it leaps at him! Though he doesn't really have time to get out of the way of the second who is dashing towards him, he growls more as he gets ready to run with the others
Smokie wasn't at all paying attention to the box, until she looked back. "Hey, where's the body...? HEY, who the FUCK?!" She spins back around, seeing shapes, hearing a fight, and begins unloading the pistol Angus gave her into the forest, without taking on a target.
Arimia looks around as the beasts come charging out of the forest. She gets a tighter grip on her sword, then grins a sharp-toothed grin. Before the first one reaches her something happens, her normally heated form grows hotter, until it actually bursts into flame. Then the serpentine woman is moving, first to strike one of the beasts charging her, then another, then moving to find yet another.
Spotting another one of those strange creatures, Dio aims down the sight of his shotgun and prepares to fire. Before he manages to get a shot off however, his eyes soon catch the impending danger on both of his sides. The lion aims his pump-action shotgun down, not too confident he could get both shots out in time without getting smashed by the other. Instead, he raises a sleeve towards each attacker where a bit of bunching up seems to appear under the cloth. Mere moments later, shards upon shards of sharp crystal fly from his sleeves and towards his attackers.
