A short trip to the library - RPLOG
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Date
7/11/2013
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Lizzie stalks down the streets as quietly as she could, keeping an eye out for the ferals as she heads toward the library. Every few moments she darted her eyes to the skys as well, wary of another assault by the things from before.
Fenris is worried. That air battle cleared up fast. And it had been too long since the crash and the grenade explosion. Something should have come sniffing by now. The tiger pulls up short, staring around wildly. The air battle was over. Why was he still hearing a rumble of thunder? In a flash, he remembers reports of a giant goblin around this part of Woodfield. "We might have a problem," he says quietly, looking around for cover.
Edel keeps a safe distance from the group, creeping along the edges of the building as she draws her sword, nodding. "I will remain ready, just in case," she murmurs.
And on the tail end of that warning there is indeed a heavy reverberating through the streets. Then comes the rapid hammering sound of automatic weapons nearby, though they are hard to pinpoint and echo wildly. Incoherent shrill screaming rebounds and then a loud bone chilling roar before before the rumble of an explosion. Despite it's vacuous nature it was getting closer whatever it was.
Lizzie freezes at the sounds echoing out, head moving as she tries to pinpoint the location and direction the huge sounding thing getting closer was. "Son of a bitch. Hide! Maybe it'll fuckin' pass by us." She moved to the closet bit of cover she could find and took shelter there, firearm ready just in case. "Sounds like it's wounded or damn well pissed off."
Fenris slips silently into a side alley, praying that nothing else has already taken up residence and wildy trying to pinpoint the source of the thunderous noise. There just wasn't time to make a break for the library.
Edel crouches down, a bit lower to the ground than she already is and skitters off into an alleyway, waiting for whatever made the noise to either pass by, or open itself for a good ambush.
Just as Fenris ducks out of sight, his alley and the next two side streets come alive with a few dozen goblins and a trio of ogres running for what could very well be their lives. They are soon followed by the towering form of a giant woman, her clothing in shreds, bleeding heavily from several gaping wounds in her thighs and one in her side. Before she can get even three steps out into the main street a blast opens opu betwwen her shoulder blade sending her to the ground in a spray of flesh and smoke.
"Fuck you! Fuck you *in chorus* You're cool!*end chorus* Fuck you, you're out!"
Another blast destroys one of the giant's shoulders flipping her onto her back and a pair of massive tank girls come trundling in, slapping palms in triumph before their final shot turns the giant's head to mist.
"Okay fuck faces, we are going to fuck each and every one of you in the face! WITH BULLETS!"
So saying the pair lock their treads and prepare to open fire. Guess what, this entire fight? Everyone is right in the middle of it and the tanks are between the team and the library.
Fenris
Fenris needs a better view of the situation. With all the commotion going on, he takes a chance and wings his way to the top of the nearest building.
Lizzie stays in cover for the moment, waiting for the goblins and ogres to give a distraction at the very least. She clicks her tongue and watches from her cover, actually tempted to see if the tanks would let her join in shooting the other creatures if it didn't sound like suicide.
Edel peeks out from her spot in an alley and frowns. Maybe she should try to just vacate quietly? Or maybe not. She turns around and looks for any kind of fire escape within the alley that she could use to ascend.
Angus could not believe his luck coyote ass as he stumbs upon a troop transport, the thing was military he knew that but the werewolf holding a Gatling gun was of a group that he didn't know.... He prayed that it would be easy to hotwire as he climbed into the drivers seat and started to lean down to get under the dashboard, when he noticed the key was in the ignition... "....Where's a lottery ticket when you need one!" He turns the key, starting up the monster of a vehicle before he puts it in gear and starts off in the direction of his friends. When the two tank girls come into view he slows the vehicle down and shuts off the lights, cocking an eyebrow as he stares. "Well fuck...Roadblocks ahead, and they look pissed!"
Lizzie spots the transport and runs over toward it, ducking down and moving fast. If nothing else maybe the armored transport would provide plenty of cover. "Open it the fuck up!" She yells out as she tries to slip inside to get a move on from a far safer position as long as those guns couldn't blow through it in one go.
Fenris looks over the situation from his higher vantage point. His stomach leaps into his throat as Angus roars up in his newly aquired transport. So much for sneaking past quietly. He preps himself for a fight if the tanks decide to move against his teammates.
Edel kneels down on the edge of the roof as she makes her way up the fire escape, as if she were Batman. That's all she really does at this point, though, watching to see how things unfold. She doesn't want to jump the gun again and start attacking before given a good reason.
Angus blinks as Lizzie charges towards the transport, opening a hatch for her as he smiles. "Someone call for a cab?" He slams the hatch shut as he turns to stare at the Tank girls again before he shouts back at her. "I leave for ten minutes to get some wheels and you guys get in a fight without me! Where are Edel and Fenris?" He didn't like the situation as he reaches into his pack and pulls out a crowd pleasure, a little something he duct tape together....A Concussion grenade duct tape to a Tear gas canister.
The woman running and shouting sets off both factions as their members point at her and declare.
"An uninfected human! ATTACK!"
The goblins and ogres surge forwward attempting to overun the tanks and pursue Lizzie for the longest and nastiest gang fuck she could ever have nightmares about, whilst the tanks move to cover her retreat.
"Here is some dick shaped shells to fuck your faces!"
The twin tanks just cut loose, firing their big guns into the ogres whils spraying the crowd proper with bullets, their heavy armor taking the hammers and swords clanging into them.
Lizzie wasn't about to get caught by things as she stayed down, letting the tanks take care of things as she stole along the ride until it was close enough to dart off and make a break to get behind the walls. "Fuckin' infected. Every god damn time." She muttered to herself quietly.
Fenris is struck by the mutants' reaction to the uninfected human. Maybe he could give them a different target. The tiger focuses his mind on creating illusory fascimilies of a small group of humans fleeing from a nearby alley.
Angus scowls as he turns around and opens the window connecting the cab to the back. "Sit down and brace yourself, if anything gets in that isn't Fenris or Edel cut them down." Slamming the window shut he pulls the pin on the Concussion grenade, leans out the window, and throws it towards the crowd of ferals and the tank girls before shouting. "Edel Fenris, the meter is running!" Before he slams his foot on the gas and grabs the wheel.
Edel turns and starts darting towards the edge of the roof hoping to find a rain pipe to slide down. Upon seeing the gas, she fishes through her bag for her rebreather and pulls it on before swinging herself over the roof to begin her descent.
Fenris sees the bomb fly from the window of the transport. Time to move. He leaps from the building and flaps hard to get to the vehicle before the bomb blows.
The the remaining ogre and half the goblins peel off to pursue the illussory humans, resulting in the utter anililation of half the goblins in moments...and likely would have caused the tanks to pursue to finish the rest, opening the path forward. But then the was a deafening blast, a blinding flash and then a cloud of harassment agents. The illussions are overwritten by this causing the remaining mutants to turn back, charging the now disoriented tank girls who have begun firing wildly in every direction.
Lizzie stayed down during the havok, finally darting out once past the mess and rushing for the library doors. There was no sense in waiting around while the tanks were firing after all. The constant swearing that would normally accompany this was stifled to keep from giving away the position any more than it already would have been. "Better be some good fuckin' books."
Edel breaks into a mad dash, sprinting for the truck with one hand on her sword, ready to draw and cut down anything that gets in her way.
Edel breaks into a mad dash, sprinting for the library with one hand on her sword, ready to draw and cut down anything that gets in her way.
Angus opens the window a crack as Edel sprints by. "Back of the Library when your done!" He shouts, hoping that she understands where to meet him after they manage to get the books they came for. Throwing it into drive he turns the wheel and puts his foot on the gas, trying to get out of the line of fire of the Tank girls and away from the Ferals so they can make a quick get away.
Fenris makes a split second decision as the truck speeds away and dives toward the library doors, urging his body's nanites to a form that won't be affected by the gas.
The Library looms large and imposing, though relatively close to the resumed combat with the tanks, once close to the building all such sounds fade away and there is only the austere and imposing feeling of staring at a bastion of forbidden lore...or maybe it is just a book repository.
Lizzie makes her way to the front doors, a little worn with the events but hardly worse for the wear. "What is it with the creepy infected and wanting to fuck me?" She asks quietly as she walks up to the front door to open it and look inside. It was questionable how much of the knowledge was salvagable or useful but hey, it was a job. "Everyone got their shit together? As far as I recall we just grab whatever fuckin' books look the best and get our asses out of here. Anyone see a fuckin' library cart or some shit to stack it on?"
Fenris swoops through the double doors after Lizzie and comes to a careful landing, switching back to his natural, organic form. "Ready, go," he says as he heads into the stacks looking for anything that Zephyr might want. And maybe a novel or two for himself.
Angus stops the transport out back, putting it in park before he turns off the engine to conserve on gas. He then starts to wait, feeling a little like spam in a can as he draws his revolver and trades out the sixteen gauge buckshot he had loaded with some rubberball buckshot instead. Snapping the receiver shut he sighs and places the loaded gun on his lap, keeping an eye out for ferals just in case he needed to warn the rest of the group.
Edel pulls off her rebreather once entering. "Thank goodness that's over." She rolls her shoulders and brushes off her dress. "Right then! Let's get to business, I suppose?"
Screams of agony and lust echo through the building for a few blood curdling moments and then there is silence.
Lizzie rubs her eyes at the newest sound and sighs a bit as she eyes the stacks. "Just fuckin' great." She says as she goes to see what the others have found so far. "So, get to the technical shit and history first sounds like a plan. Let's go and find a fuckin' payload. I don't want to know what the fuck is causing that shit to sound out."
Edel slowly draws her sword and drops into a defensive stance at the sound, continuing to creep about til she finds... A map! "I think I found something of value. Might help us find the sections we're looking for."
Angus leans on the wheel and sighs, staring out the windshield a little in boredom. "Wait, whats that?" His ears perk up as he notices that hes facing the loading docks. Siting back up he shrugs and turns the truck back on and drives up to the one loading door open, then backs up the truck to the door so that loading wouldn't be as much of a hassle. "...Damn, don't want to leave it alone...." He mutters, before he grabs the keys and shuts off the truck. Putting them in his pocket as he hops out, slams the door shut, and walks to the back of the truck and the loading dock.
A second cry sounds out through the halls, ragged and agonized, it wouldn't be out of place in a cynnobite filled hell considering the somehow carnal edge to it all.
Lizzie walks over to the computer to take a look too, pleased at the luck of an actual map of the area. "Fuck yeah. Map of it. I'm gonna take a look at this thing too and you figure out the best damn route ok?" She says as she takes a look to make sure all the wires on the computer were connected to the power and wall jacks as well as the back before messing with the prompt herself.
Fenris heads over to the table of computers at the reception desk and rolls his eyes when he sees a blinking error message on the screens. "Of course their not connected to the network," he mutters under his breath looking around under the desks for connections. He thumps his head as the second cry makes him jump.
Edel scowls and puts her back to a wall at the sound of a second cry. "Damn, let's hope that whatever is in here doesn't find us. Or if it does, that it's nothing too dangerous."
Lizzie stares at the wiring for a bit before slidng out from under the desk. "Well no fuckin' with the wires unless you got copper and latex on ya I can use. I don't carry that shit around." she says as she tries not to listen to the cries for the moment. "Let's just this shit done."
Angus starts to investigate the loading dock, his gun at the ready as he walks around the area. He scans the area, wondering if anything here could be of use. Before he hears something, ears perking up as he hears something that sounded like a faint moan. He cocks his head, wondering what the hell that noise was as he silently starts looking for a door to the Library itself.
Angus opens the door slowly, keeping his gun at the ready as he walks into the room and looks around at the shrink wrap station. He lowers his gun, blinking a bit as he picks up the pry bar and shrugs a bit. "....Might as well make sure nothing happens to the truck." He mutters to himself as he walks back into the loading dock, leans the pry bar up against the back of the truck, then gets into the drivers seat again to keep watch.
Edel studies the map for a second before adjusting her glasses and setting off for the indicated science section. Carefully.
Lizzie follows along to the science section, watching the shelf labels on the way to find the most interesting texts she could, mathematics, chemistry, and other fundamentals primarily. "If you see one of those little trolley things we can use that shit to get the books out too."
Edel nods slowly. "I'll keep my eyes open." And her ears, as she continues to hunt down the books she seeks.
Fenris sighs. "Shame, the computers would have been handy." He starts to scan the stacks himself, keeping a special eye out for anything unusual books or texts on the supernatural, since that is one of his main fields of expertise. Also a good read-in book would be nice.
Science is relatively peaceful at first, at least until they get close to the new age....thaere things become unordinary. Lit candles form entire regions of melted wax, braziers of somewhat putrid smoke and of all things a pentagram on the floor. In the center of the design is a...something. It's skin is black, covered in a mixture of inky tendrils and jagged metal spikes, even some of the tendrils tipped with jagged shards of metal, the longest of which have been pulled to the points of the magic star design, keeping it from mom lashing out or using it's swin jagged metal blades extending from the knarled stumbs of it's knotted muscled arms. Surrounding it are the bound ceature is a mixed group of mages and soreresses, each turning to glare at the intruders with flaring golden orbs set in featurless dark dac.
Lizzie was quite happy with the stacks of books being free of crazy monsters for a bit as they walked through and snagged whatever tomes looked promising. The journey wasn't to stick around though as they got into the new age section. She'd seen crazy stuff before but this had to take the cake so far, candles: check, creepy mage types: check, mutated creature:check. Yep there were only a few options to really handle a situation like this, run away or start shooting. She lifted up the blood stained automatic weapon from the chopper pilot before and just started strafing the pile of mages. Nothing good could come of talking to anyone doing that sort of strangeness.
Edel stared at the gathering of magi for a moment, then looked at the creature, and opened her mouth to say something, but when Lizzie started shooting, Edel took off behind a bookshelf for cover.
Fenris is just congratulating himself on some excellent finds when he stumbles across the strange occult scene. Cultists. Great. Dark elf cultists? Even better. He sets aside the copy of St. Augustine's discourses and prepares to talk his way out of this mess, to be interrupted by the sound of gunfire from the next stack over. Ah, Lizzie had opted for aggressive negotiations then. The tiger readies his spear and circles around, hoping to end the ritual without something truly terrible happening. Especially not happening to him.
The blying bullets pierc an electrified field that the coven had been maintaining and as they are riddled with bullets, some of them maintain their poses, dilligently manning their posts while others go down in agony, gripping wounds and diminishing the field point by point. The first sign of this is when one of the pinned tendrils comes loose and lashes out to slit the throat of a mage who was just starting to boom out
"You fool-hark!"
Going down spurting blood, another tendril coming loose and slashing another mage, the situation soon becoming a fount of blood bathing the creature as it becomes more and more animated.
Lizzie starts swearing all the more as the creature starts to get lose, pouring every bit of gunfire into the animating things as she started to back up. As soon as the looted gun was empty laser fire replaced the hail of lead streaking out as she got some distance between the two. "Son of a bitch." Well that did it. They might have been holding it there as some creepy summoning, bad to be sure, but it didn't vanish as she hoped it would.
This is bad! Fenris looks over the ritual. "I don't think it was summoned," he shouts to Lizzie, "It won't go away if you kill the mages!"
Edel narrows her eyes, trying to consider her options. Eventually she whirls around the book case, pointedly avoiding the mages, hoping to give them cause to see that she's not the prime target. At least yet. Instead, she goes for the creature they were trying to control, slashing for the tendrils in an effort to sever them.
The situation soon becomes carnage, blood spraying from wounds on mages and creature alike, though Edel will find in addition to getting splattered with blood, that gouts of semen spray from beneath the creature with each new slash or shot it takes as if it thrived not just on the pain it inflicted, but that which it received finding release from the suffering of all.
Fenris is horrified and disgusted by the thing in the circle. It looks like there is nothing to do but face the thing down. The tiger throws himself into the battle, slicing tendrils left and right with his spear, the long sharp blade whistling through the air as he tumbles and weaves.
Edel looks down at herself. "Ugh. Ew. Disgusting." She doesn't know if it'll end it, but rather than just slash at it, she turns and tries to plunge her sword right through where she thinks its heart might be located.
Lizzie wasn't about to stop firing until the thing was well and dead as the bloody massacre continued on. The light snaps of bright light firing out to incinerate the flesh of the thing continued to thrash about. "Die god damn it!" She yelled at it with each shot aiming for a critical spot on whatever bits of blade beast remained.
The unholy vitality of the creature has it's limits and with such a fierce response it falters, falling to it's belly, it's own hand like blades cutting into it's throat. Though the disturbing part would be the fallen mages linking hands, their forms wreathing in flames. Then as one they expire trying to take their creation and the attacking group with them in a searing blast of flames.
Fenris blinks and looks around at the charred scene. "That was. . . horrible," he says, wiping his blade on the library carpet. "Let's gather our books and get out of here." He walks slowly back to his stack of books, examining the space as he goes, trying to determine what the mad mages had been trying to accomplish.
Edel snarls and brings her arm up to cover her face when they all burst into flames. "Feh, this is what I get for trying to help them out." The singing on her dress is already repairing itself as nanites work to return it to pristine condition. The wearer is not quite as quick at recovering, and takes a bit more of a focused effort.
Lizzie finally stops firing and holsters her weapon, nodding her head in satisfaction. "Creepy fuckin' mutated blade beast thing. Looks like we stopped those weird fuckers in their tracks." She says with a nod, looking over at Edel for a moment. "You need help after that bullcrap or can we get to fuckin' work now?"
Returning to his discarded stack of books, Fenris continues where he left off, searching through religious, philosophical, and supernatural texts. He has already found a few gems and hopes to find a few more. "Does anyone here remember 'The Dresden Files?'" he asks, continuing to browse. "I think I read one or two of them, back before P-Day." There it is again. Fenris can remember a thousand books, operas, songs, movies and 8 languages, but not his old address or job or even his real name! "I wonder if the library has any of them." (The books,) he thinks. (They won't have my memories.)
Edel smiles at the other human and shakes her head. "I'll be fine. I've had worse, but thank you. Let's get to work!" She slides her sword back into its scabbard, pushes up her glasses, and resumes searching for books on wind turbines.
Lizzie turned back to hunt for her own target books covering basic science and math as the others started finding their own things. It was nice to actually have things looking up for once although for how long was up to debate wasn't it? They still had to get out after all.
Satisfied with his stack of tomes, Fenris decides to check out the libraries musical collection. A little culture couldn't hurt the people of zephyr. Besides, the novels and comics were likely off that direction.
Lizzie gathered up the tomes, taking a few trips if need be, and stuffed them into the back of the truck where Angus had been waiting. It was a good haul and with RSX so close there would be ample opportunity there to copy everything down there with scanners before shipping them or copies out to Zephyr. "Ok fuckin' run other than the dead people."
Edel gathers up her own books to haul out, some of which are placed in her bag for ease of carrying. "Apart from the mishaps, not a bad trip, I'd say. Except that helicopter business."
Fenris was pretty pleased with his collection, including one or two personal acquisitions. It really was too bad about the poor, crazy pilot. But who knows. She might turn up alright. Maybe. He hurries to get the last of his books stowed away in the transport truck and gets ready to head out.
Angus opens the cab and pokes his head out...a dog buscit poking out of his muzzle. "What took you guys?" He asks, teasing a little as he hops out and starts helping them load the books into the back. "Sheesh...did you leave any for the libray?" He was only joking, rather happy that they didn't have to worry about getting back in the chopper, considering he was driving. "So, who wants shotgun?"
With a heavy thud and a wet splat, the head of one of the tank girls slams down on the hood of the truck, followed shortly by the body of a winged femle in shattered golden armor, carrying a chainsword and a damaged riout shield. Breathing like a bellows, covered in cuts and wounds, the collie female folds her new wings and slowly stands upright before speaking up in her eternally chipper voice.
"My god, you guys took forever! It's like six blocks and yet you made me do all the work...but I swear if I catch that jackhole that dropped a grenade on my head after I shot that jerk in the face...Look at my preciou shield! Come on, I got Dizzy running, can't we get going? I totally had a date with this guy who swore he had four cocks...I have always wanted to try DVDA...let's GO!"
Lizzie tosses the bloody gun she picked up before toward the collie and shrugged. "You dropped your damn gun earlier. Killed a few assholes with it too so it wouldn't get lonely. Let's get the fuck out of here."
Edel nearly slumps over, letting out a heavy breath. "I am so glad that you're alright. The one that threw the grenade was dealt with. They got a nice bit of fire." Well, it's technically not wrong. "Ready to go whenever! I can see about fixing your shield for you, too."
Fenris looks on in shock, which gradually becomes a grin. He really is glad that Mitzi is alright. "Alright, let's go," he says, "But I get to choose the music on the way back."
Angus cringes away in fear as he realizes it's HER. "I would rather die!" The coyote shouts, no way, nope, na-uh. Not even if she paid him! "Besides....The Transport can carry more books, you could cover it from the air...." He offers, not wanting to set one foot on that screaming metal death trap...
Mitzi kicks the head off the hood and hops down to the ground, handing her shield over to Edel as she catches her gun.
"Mr. Money shot, welcome back! Huh? Rather die? Well if you wanna ride in the truck that's fine, but I think when those soldiers catch up with you they are gonna be pissed. Those Hard cock guys can get pretty intense... Well do what ya like...but hey, what's with dissin the tunes?"
Either way Mitzi is already heading back the other way, the cleared smoke revealing that the streets had been turned into a killing field.
Lizzie pulls her own selection of books out from the thing to load up a pallet with them and start heading off to follow the crazy woman to the truck. Sure she was dangerous but it was fun and bloody well faster than the truck with fewer changes to have a ton of soldiers but bullets or other things into various preexisting or recently crafted holes. "Right well, going the fuck over there."
Edel waves to Mitzi as she takes the shield. "Catch me in the Zephyr work labs, later! I'll have it patched up good as new! Maybe even better than new!" She looks at the truck and raises a brow. "This is a Hard Corps truck?" She briefly considers commandeering it for laughs, but then realized she can't see and reach the floor at the same time. "Well, at least with me around they probably won't shoot at it!" So, despite the chopper being faster, she decides to stick with the truck. And Angus. "No funny business."
Angus blinks, his ears perking up. "Wait, Hard Corps?" Oh boy! And he wanted to keep the truck.... His ears fold a bit as he turns to Edel, his claws kneading the steering wheel. "Any...chance...that you would allow me...to keep the truck....I'll even pay for it?" He offers, giving her an innocent smile as he chuckles.
Fenris shudders. It wasn't the tunes that were a problem. It was the. . . other stuff. He looks at Angus and shrugs. "I'm going to go with the chopper this time. Good luck." Besides, with several new books stowed in his gear, he has what he came for anyway.
