The Preserve - Saturday Night (Group 1)
[OOC: Post 2 of 2, pre-played, no room for IC interaction, OOC comments welcome.]
Continued from here.
Kawalsky had been fending off scarab beetles for most of the time
since the initial attack. They didn't seem to like zat blasts, but it
was definitely satisfying when they disappeared after being hit with the
third shot.
The others were handling the mummies that attacked them as well as they could. One by one they started to fall, but there was still no sign of
the leader of the pack.
The beetles finally seemed to get the hint that they weren't getting any
closer as long as he had the zat, even if his aim wasn't at its best.
They skittered off in the direction they'd come from.
Kawalsky took a moment to rest his arm and roll his shoulder. The brief
pause in readiness cost him as something grabbed his ankle.
"Are they all gone?" Molly called from the tree she'd climbed up as
soon as the scarabs appeared. She was too busy watching the bugs skitter away to notice anything else.
The mummy yanked on his ankle, making Kawalsky faceplant. "Uh, no!"
he yelled. "Little help here!" He reached for the zat he'd dropped and
started kicking backwards as the mummy pulled itself out of the ground.
Molly didn't move from the branch she was clinging to. "But are the
bugs gone?" she called.
As it rose slowly from the ground, the mummy took a boot to the face, and growled as it yanked on Kawalsky's ankle and dragged it across the ground.
"YES THE BUGS ARE GONE GET DOWN HERE AND HELP ME!" he yelled as he was dragged around. He kept trying to kick his way free, but the mummy's grip was too strong. The zat was also now way too far out of reach.
"OKAY, OKAY!" Molly called back as she climbed down the tree far
enough so that she could jump to the ground. "You ask a simple
question..." she muttered and stalked over.
"I'm here." On her last word, she stomped down hard on the
mummy's elbow, crushing the brittle limb. Then she grabbed Kawalsky and pulled him far enough away that he could get to his feet.
He tried to catch his breath. "Thanks." He shook his leg as it to
try to get rid of the mummy germs, then went to retrieve the zat.
The mummy left its hand behind as it advanced on Molly and Kawalsky
growling and reaching for them.
"I don't like this guy." Kawalsky fired the zat. The electrical surge rippled around the mummy.
The mummy stopped in place, then headed straight for Kawalsky,
screaming and shrieking.
Kawalsky levelled the zat again and fired. The same thing happened.
As the mummy got closer, Molly charged in from the side and, using
her new punching skills, hit it as hard as she could in the chest.
Molly's punch went straight through the mummy's chest. If it had a
heart, this might have been a problem. It stopped, stared at its chest,
then growled at Molly.
Kawalsky took the opportunity to pull out his knife. He dodged
around to the side of the mummy and went for its throat.
It was instinct. It wasn't smart, considering slitting its throat wasn't
going to do much, but maybe he could piss it off some more.
Since her hand was all the way through the mummy's chest, Molly grabbed ahold of whatever she could and held on when she saw Kawalsky going for it's throat. With her free hand she tried to grab the mummy's other arm.
The mummy struggled as Molly grabbed hold of its spinal cord and
caught its arm in her grip. Kawalsky's knife cut through neck tissue,
skin, and spinal cord and the mummy's head rolled off its neck and hit
the ground with a thump.
Its struggles slowed.
"Let it go," Kawalsky said when he felt it slow down. He stepped
back, still ready to attack if he had to.
Molly made a face as she tossed the mummy to the ground and shook
bits of it off of her. "Do you have anything we can burn it up with?"
He pulled a packet of matches out of his pocket and tossed them to
her.
She caught the packet and dropped a few lit ones onto the mummy's remains. To be one the safe side, she went and got the hand that she had broken off earlier. Carrying it gingerly, she dropped it onto the burning pile and quickly wiped her hand on her pants as she made another face. "Did you see where the head went?" she ask Kawalsky.
Kawalsky looked around, but couldn't see it. He shrugged. "What's it
gonna do? Roll at us? Bite our ankles?"
Molly smirked. "You never know," she said. "We leave it, soon we'll
be hearing moans in the night as the head rolls around campus."
Kawalsky grinned. It was funny because it was true. "Yeah, okay." He
went looking for the head and found it under a bush. "Here." He tossed
it onto the burning body.
The body burned up quickly and Molly stomped on the ashes as the
fire died.
He nodded in approval and was about to say something when Bridge
spoke.
"We've got trouble, guys." Bridge says, once everyone had regrouped.
"Big trouble. And it's heading our way."
Very suddenly, the wind picked up, pushing butterflies both alive
and dead from the past week's swarms along on the air.
Careful observers might notice a large - much larger than the others -
and somewhat dead-looking figure approaching from the distance. Sharp shooters would have plenty of time to knock the guy back, if he were only detected and their aim was decent.
Bruised and somewhat bloody, Isabel batted at the butterflies as
they flew past. She found her bag and pulled out her last can of
hairspray.
Sam planted her feet, aimed her zat, and prepared to fire as many
shots as it took to take the mummy down.
Cameron was beside Sam and took aim of the oversized mummy with his
blaster. As soon as he had a clear shot, he fired together with Sam.
Bridge, seeing that his sidearm has had enough time to recharge,
fires as well.
Without long range weapons, Isabel, Alanna and Parker stood to the
side, waiting.
Strangely serene as ever, Luna joined the group, almost as if by
accident.
Xander, with only a close-up weapon and one hand to use it in,
waited at the side near Isabel, keeping one eye on Bridge, still.
The mummy approached, barely slowed by the shots, and almost smiled
at the assembled group as it took its stance before them.
Embers were visible through decayed skin, and it let out a roar, blowing
wind through the group, butterflies flying at their faces.
Bridge steps forward, ready to... well, it's entirely possible he
hasn't actually thought things through, because all he manages to
actually do is send his own world spinning.
"Whoa," he says, wide-eyed and still wobbling a bit. "Maybe, maybe that
idea wasn't so good..."
Kawalsky ducked when the butterflies first came out, but he used the
distraction to his benefit. He darted behind a tree with the intent of
circling around behind the mummy. He would have to take his time and be
careful, though.
"Maybe, ya think?" Xander said to Bridge, taking a step away
from Isabel and towards him. From the corner of his eye, he saw her
raise her aerosol can and prepare to spray.
Alanna ignored most of the goings on around her only taking care to
make sure that she wasn't about to be set on fire. Lightning glowed a
light purple as she attempted to get at the mummy.
The mummy dodged, shrieking wind at Alanna as he did so.
Isabel's face set in concentration, and she held out her hand,
sending a blast to ignite the mummy in the same spot that Alanna had
hit.
Parker, seeing her strategy, shot her flare gun, reloaded, then fired
again, trying to inflict more damage.
"I think I'll just... go over here," Bridge mutters, walking backwards slowly until he comes up against a tree. He slides down into a sitting position, gaze never leaving the mummy. It doesn't seem to be paying attention to him, which is good.
Molly needed to get close up to be effective. So, following
Kawalsky's lead, she slipped back into the trees and began to circle
around the mummy from the opposite direction.
Sam, wincing as she bent, reached down and picked up some larger
rocks, which she then threw at the mummy, hoping to distract it while
Molly and Kawalsky got into flanking position.
Sometimes it was nice knowing how someone would react.
One of the rocks hit the mummy in the head, which spun on its
shoulders almost comically.
Another went through its midsection, leaving a terribly attractive hole.
The mummy angrily approached Sam. Because who likes having their
physiology messed with?
Isabel was getting angrier, the longer this took; her wounds were
hurting, and she'd gone past exhaustion into a kind of dead focus now.
She raised her hairspray can again and used her power to ignite it,
directing the jet of flame between the mummy and Sam.
Kawalsky again used the distraction to get further around the back.
Once he was in position, he crouched down low and waited for Molly.
Molly slowly made her way to Kawalsky's position and crouched down
beside him. "You got a plan?" she whispered.
"We need to take its legs out. If we can get it to stay in one place
without being able to move, everyone can move in and attack it. You're
the stronger one," he said and was concerned that saying that to a young girl wasn't actually the weirdest thing ever. "You wanna take the legs? I can tackle the top half, see if we can get him down."
Molly nodded and got ready to charge the mummy. "Ready when you
are," she said.
Kawalsky took a moment to ready himself, then nodded. "Let's
go...now." He darted towards the mummy at full speed, trying to tackle
its upper half. He hit it full-on with plenty of force.
Molly dashed after him and dove for the mummy's lower legs. She
wrapped her arms around them and held on.
The mummy batted Kawalsky off like he was made of papier-mâché.
Molly on his legs, though? Problematic.
With Kawalsky out of the way, the mummy attempted to kick Molly off, but
found himself unable to do so.
It may have looked like he was doing a merry jig.
Parker reloaded, and then shot her flare gun at the mummy's torso,
then threw a flare at it--
--then she got hit by a flying Kawalsky.
"...ow."
Kawalsky didn't have a chance to figure out what was happening. One
second he was tackling the mummy, the next he was hitting Parker and
then the ground. His head cracked sharply against the latter and he was
out for the count.
Cameron had been firing none stop at the mummy, but the blasts didn't seem to have much effect. When he saw Kawalsky go down and Molly fighting on her own, he tucked away Winona, raised his sword and charged. Hopefully this thing's Achilles heel was a weak spot.
Tyler glanced at the fallen students, not worried, merely noting
everything that had happened. Carefully, he drew his flare gun and fired a jet of flame at the mummy's forehead, aiming well above Cameron's head.
Isabel moved in and aimed the can of hairspray at the mummy's head
as well.
Sam was at a loss, since she no longer had a distance weapon, but
she still had her knife and was prepared to cut anything that came off
the mummy into little pieces.
Xander raised his axe, but he was in the same boat as Sam, and gave
her a nod to acknowledge that. He could throw the thing, but
one-handed with something that heavy, he'd be just as likely to hit Cam
on his sword-rush as he would the mummy.
Luna'd been weighing her options as the others did their best
against the poorly attired bad guy and finally chose something that
might just work. "Stupefy!" She shouted as a bolt of red light shot forth from her wand.
However, robes weren't the most sensible of outfits for mummy-fighting
in this world, and she promptly tripped over hers mid-shout causing the
spell to go slightly awry.
Molly pulled back on the mummies legs, hoping that she could throw
his balance off enough that she could trip him. At the same time, she
tightened her hold, attempting to crush his legs like she'd done with
the other mummy's arm.
She was pretty successful too. The mummy's legs began to break apart and it toppled forward onto the ground.
Which was when Luna's misfired spell struck Molly. Still holding onto
the mummy's legs, she fell over with it, unconscious.
Cameron didn't notice much of anything besides the fact that there
was a huge mummy falling right towards him. He tried to dodge to the
side while using his sword to try and hit the falling mummy away from
him.
Then the world went spinning and he ended up on the ground, with the
mummy on top of his legs.
The mummy? Not so much with the enjoying this. It dragged itself off
of Cameron, selected one of its dismembered legs, and began swinging it
around from where it lay on the ground.
Okay this, Xander could work with. He stepped forward and swung at
the large flailing limb with his axe, grimacing at the flashbacks,
though at least he'd never dated this one.
Sam winced as Xander's axe hacked through the limbs, which went flying everywhere. When she saw them still moving, she crawled over and began cutting off fingers, holding the arm down on the ground. Then she started slicing at tendons to take the arm apart at the joints.
She'd be sick and have nightmares later, but for now she just wanted the job done. Done was good.
Tyler began lighting matches and throwing them at the bits of mummy.
Fire pretty...
"Take that, you... waste of gauze," Bridge mutters as he stands up.
What? He's got a concussion. You can't expect brilliance here, people.
The mummy was not so much a mummy as bits of somewhat humanoid
remains lit aflame. One of the matches fell into its empty eye socket,
lighting up the inside of its skull.
As it burned, the pudding splattered across the rocks went away. Back in 213, Gustave, Percival and Belinda blinked out of sight. The pond turned back to water, butterflies disappeared, and every frog save Jeremiah vanished from the dorms.
But this group? Would probably just notice the pudding.
Continued from here.
Kawalsky had been fending off scarab beetles for most of the time
since the initial attack. They didn't seem to like zat blasts, but it
was definitely satisfying when they disappeared after being hit with the
third shot.
The others were handling the mummies that attacked them as well as they could. One by one they started to fall, but there was still no sign of
the leader of the pack.
The beetles finally seemed to get the hint that they weren't getting any
closer as long as he had the zat, even if his aim wasn't at its best.
They skittered off in the direction they'd come from.
Kawalsky took a moment to rest his arm and roll his shoulder. The brief
pause in readiness cost him as something grabbed his ankle.
"Are they all gone?" Molly called from the tree she'd climbed up as
soon as the scarabs appeared. She was too busy watching the bugs skitter away to notice anything else.
The mummy yanked on his ankle, making Kawalsky faceplant. "Uh, no!"
he yelled. "Little help here!" He reached for the zat he'd dropped and
started kicking backwards as the mummy pulled itself out of the ground.
Molly didn't move from the branch she was clinging to. "But are the
bugs gone?" she called.
As it rose slowly from the ground, the mummy took a boot to the face, and growled as it yanked on Kawalsky's ankle and dragged it across the ground.
"YES THE BUGS ARE GONE GET DOWN HERE AND HELP ME!" he yelled as he was dragged around. He kept trying to kick his way free, but the mummy's grip was too strong. The zat was also now way too far out of reach.
"OKAY, OKAY!" Molly called back as she climbed down the tree far
enough so that she could jump to the ground. "You ask a simple
question..." she muttered and stalked over.
"I'm here." On her last word, she stomped down hard on the
mummy's elbow, crushing the brittle limb. Then she grabbed Kawalsky and pulled him far enough away that he could get to his feet.
He tried to catch his breath. "Thanks." He shook his leg as it to
try to get rid of the mummy germs, then went to retrieve the zat.
The mummy left its hand behind as it advanced on Molly and Kawalsky
growling and reaching for them.
"I don't like this guy." Kawalsky fired the zat. The electrical surge rippled around the mummy.
The mummy stopped in place, then headed straight for Kawalsky,
screaming and shrieking.
Kawalsky levelled the zat again and fired. The same thing happened.
As the mummy got closer, Molly charged in from the side and, using
her new punching skills, hit it as hard as she could in the chest.
Molly's punch went straight through the mummy's chest. If it had a
heart, this might have been a problem. It stopped, stared at its chest,
then growled at Molly.
Kawalsky took the opportunity to pull out his knife. He dodged
around to the side of the mummy and went for its throat.
It was instinct. It wasn't smart, considering slitting its throat wasn't
going to do much, but maybe he could piss it off some more.
Since her hand was all the way through the mummy's chest, Molly grabbed ahold of whatever she could and held on when she saw Kawalsky going for it's throat. With her free hand she tried to grab the mummy's other arm.
The mummy struggled as Molly grabbed hold of its spinal cord and
caught its arm in her grip. Kawalsky's knife cut through neck tissue,
skin, and spinal cord and the mummy's head rolled off its neck and hit
the ground with a thump.
Its struggles slowed.
"Let it go," Kawalsky said when he felt it slow down. He stepped
back, still ready to attack if he had to.
Molly made a face as she tossed the mummy to the ground and shook
bits of it off of her. "Do you have anything we can burn it up with?"
He pulled a packet of matches out of his pocket and tossed them to
her.
She caught the packet and dropped a few lit ones onto the mummy's remains. To be one the safe side, she went and got the hand that she had broken off earlier. Carrying it gingerly, she dropped it onto the burning pile and quickly wiped her hand on her pants as she made another face. "Did you see where the head went?" she ask Kawalsky.
Kawalsky looked around, but couldn't see it. He shrugged. "What's it
gonna do? Roll at us? Bite our ankles?"
Molly smirked. "You never know," she said. "We leave it, soon we'll
be hearing moans in the night as the head rolls around campus."
Kawalsky grinned. It was funny because it was true. "Yeah, okay." He
went looking for the head and found it under a bush. "Here." He tossed
it onto the burning body.
The body burned up quickly and Molly stomped on the ashes as the
fire died.
He nodded in approval and was about to say something when Bridge
spoke.
"We've got trouble, guys." Bridge says, once everyone had regrouped.
"Big trouble. And it's heading our way."
Very suddenly, the wind picked up, pushing butterflies both alive
and dead from the past week's swarms along on the air.
Careful observers might notice a large - much larger than the others -
and somewhat dead-looking figure approaching from the distance. Sharp shooters would have plenty of time to knock the guy back, if he were only detected and their aim was decent.
Bruised and somewhat bloody, Isabel batted at the butterflies as
they flew past. She found her bag and pulled out her last can of
hairspray.
Sam planted her feet, aimed her zat, and prepared to fire as many
shots as it took to take the mummy down.
Cameron was beside Sam and took aim of the oversized mummy with his
blaster. As soon as he had a clear shot, he fired together with Sam.
Bridge, seeing that his sidearm has had enough time to recharge,
fires as well.
Without long range weapons, Isabel, Alanna and Parker stood to the
side, waiting.
Strangely serene as ever, Luna joined the group, almost as if by
accident.
Xander, with only a close-up weapon and one hand to use it in,
waited at the side near Isabel, keeping one eye on Bridge, still.
The mummy approached, barely slowed by the shots, and almost smiled
at the assembled group as it took its stance before them.
Embers were visible through decayed skin, and it let out a roar, blowing
wind through the group, butterflies flying at their faces.
Bridge steps forward, ready to... well, it's entirely possible he
hasn't actually thought things through, because all he manages to
actually do is send his own world spinning.
"Whoa," he says, wide-eyed and still wobbling a bit. "Maybe, maybe that
idea wasn't so good..."
Kawalsky ducked when the butterflies first came out, but he used the
distraction to his benefit. He darted behind a tree with the intent of
circling around behind the mummy. He would have to take his time and be
careful, though.
"Maybe, ya think?" Xander said to Bridge, taking a step away
from Isabel and towards him. From the corner of his eye, he saw her
raise her aerosol can and prepare to spray.
Alanna ignored most of the goings on around her only taking care to
make sure that she wasn't about to be set on fire. Lightning glowed a
light purple as she attempted to get at the mummy.
The mummy dodged, shrieking wind at Alanna as he did so.
Isabel's face set in concentration, and she held out her hand,
sending a blast to ignite the mummy in the same spot that Alanna had
hit.
Parker, seeing her strategy, shot her flare gun, reloaded, then fired
again, trying to inflict more damage.
"I think I'll just... go over here," Bridge mutters, walking backwards slowly until he comes up against a tree. He slides down into a sitting position, gaze never leaving the mummy. It doesn't seem to be paying attention to him, which is good.
Molly needed to get close up to be effective. So, following
Kawalsky's lead, she slipped back into the trees and began to circle
around the mummy from the opposite direction.
Sam, wincing as she bent, reached down and picked up some larger
rocks, which she then threw at the mummy, hoping to distract it while
Molly and Kawalsky got into flanking position.
Sometimes it was nice knowing how someone would react.
One of the rocks hit the mummy in the head, which spun on its
shoulders almost comically.
Another went through its midsection, leaving a terribly attractive hole.
The mummy angrily approached Sam. Because who likes having their
physiology messed with?
Isabel was getting angrier, the longer this took; her wounds were
hurting, and she'd gone past exhaustion into a kind of dead focus now.
She raised her hairspray can again and used her power to ignite it,
directing the jet of flame between the mummy and Sam.
Kawalsky again used the distraction to get further around the back.
Once he was in position, he crouched down low and waited for Molly.
Molly slowly made her way to Kawalsky's position and crouched down
beside him. "You got a plan?" she whispered.
"We need to take its legs out. If we can get it to stay in one place
without being able to move, everyone can move in and attack it. You're
the stronger one," he said and was concerned that saying that to a young girl wasn't actually the weirdest thing ever. "You wanna take the legs? I can tackle the top half, see if we can get him down."
Molly nodded and got ready to charge the mummy. "Ready when you
are," she said.
Kawalsky took a moment to ready himself, then nodded. "Let's
go...now." He darted towards the mummy at full speed, trying to tackle
its upper half. He hit it full-on with plenty of force.
Molly dashed after him and dove for the mummy's lower legs. She
wrapped her arms around them and held on.
The mummy batted Kawalsky off like he was made of papier-mâché.
Molly on his legs, though? Problematic.
With Kawalsky out of the way, the mummy attempted to kick Molly off, but
found himself unable to do so.
It may have looked like he was doing a merry jig.
Parker reloaded, and then shot her flare gun at the mummy's torso,
then threw a flare at it--
--then she got hit by a flying Kawalsky.
"...ow."
Kawalsky didn't have a chance to figure out what was happening. One
second he was tackling the mummy, the next he was hitting Parker and
then the ground. His head cracked sharply against the latter and he was
out for the count.
Cameron had been firing none stop at the mummy, but the blasts didn't seem to have much effect. When he saw Kawalsky go down and Molly fighting on her own, he tucked away Winona, raised his sword and charged. Hopefully this thing's Achilles heel was a weak spot.
Tyler glanced at the fallen students, not worried, merely noting
everything that had happened. Carefully, he drew his flare gun and fired a jet of flame at the mummy's forehead, aiming well above Cameron's head.
Isabel moved in and aimed the can of hairspray at the mummy's head
as well.
Sam was at a loss, since she no longer had a distance weapon, but
she still had her knife and was prepared to cut anything that came off
the mummy into little pieces.
Xander raised his axe, but he was in the same boat as Sam, and gave
her a nod to acknowledge that. He could throw the thing, but
one-handed with something that heavy, he'd be just as likely to hit Cam
on his sword-rush as he would the mummy.
Luna'd been weighing her options as the others did their best
against the poorly attired bad guy and finally chose something that
might just work. "Stupefy!" She shouted as a bolt of red light shot forth from her wand.
However, robes weren't the most sensible of outfits for mummy-fighting
in this world, and she promptly tripped over hers mid-shout causing the
spell to go slightly awry.
Molly pulled back on the mummies legs, hoping that she could throw
his balance off enough that she could trip him. At the same time, she
tightened her hold, attempting to crush his legs like she'd done with
the other mummy's arm.
She was pretty successful too. The mummy's legs began to break apart and it toppled forward onto the ground.
Which was when Luna's misfired spell struck Molly. Still holding onto
the mummy's legs, she fell over with it, unconscious.
Cameron didn't notice much of anything besides the fact that there
was a huge mummy falling right towards him. He tried to dodge to the
side while using his sword to try and hit the falling mummy away from
him.
Then the world went spinning and he ended up on the ground, with the
mummy on top of his legs.
The mummy? Not so much with the enjoying this. It dragged itself off
of Cameron, selected one of its dismembered legs, and began swinging it
around from where it lay on the ground.
Okay this, Xander could work with. He stepped forward and swung at
the large flailing limb with his axe, grimacing at the flashbacks,
though at least he'd never dated this one.
Sam winced as Xander's axe hacked through the limbs, which went flying everywhere. When she saw them still moving, she crawled over and began cutting off fingers, holding the arm down on the ground. Then she started slicing at tendons to take the arm apart at the joints.
She'd be sick and have nightmares later, but for now she just wanted the job done. Done was good.
Tyler began lighting matches and throwing them at the bits of mummy.
Fire pretty...
"Take that, you... waste of gauze," Bridge mutters as he stands up.
What? He's got a concussion. You can't expect brilliance here, people.
The mummy was not so much a mummy as bits of somewhat humanoid
remains lit aflame. One of the matches fell into its empty eye socket,
lighting up the inside of its skull.
As it burned, the pudding splattered across the rocks went away. Back in 213, Gustave, Percival and Belinda blinked out of sight. The pond turned back to water, butterflies disappeared, and every frog save Jeremiah vanished from the dorms.
But this group? Would probably just notice the pudding.