DRAFT - The Battle of Vaskoth

[lucetimods]

Who: Anyone on the draft
What: The Battle of Vaskoth! Zombie uprising!
When: 25th to 28th (a second log will follow)
Where: Vaskoth
Summary: Please read here for event information
Rating: Z for Zombies

On the 25th, Lucetians are ushered in to join an already growing army to repel the Cultists.

On the 26th, strange symptoms are reported. The first Runners appear and by nightfall, the hospital is lost.

On the 27th, the cultist horde is completely lost to the virus. They send no more reinforcements.

On the 28th, the situation is grim and an evacuation is called. But the battle is not over.

Notes: There will be two NPC threads. One for Specialist Davis and another for Carol.

If you like creating your own NPCs, then check out this spreadsheet and be sure to contribute! This was originally set up by Griff for the Kin'cora event. It's been revised as a semi-official tracking spreadsheet for characters created on the fly.

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28th

[wildkotetsu]

[Sometime during that drive around in the car, someone practically falls out of the sky from one of the rooftops, landing on top of Tony's cool sports car. The top indents and everything. And meanwhile, the feverish person wedged in the roof is flickering in and out blue light—like a diminishing bulb as his NEXT powers fail to hold strong the last few seconds he has it. On the bright side, they failed after crashing into a speeding car.

...

'Sup, Iron Man.]

[alloys]

[Tony slams on the break when a sudden BODY falls onto the car. What the ever-living hell?

Yeah, he is getting out of the car now, ready to blast a zombie if necessary. Kotetsu might find a rifle leveled at his head - until Tony realizes who it is.]

Well, I'll give you one thing, Newsie. You sure as hell know how to make an entrance.

[wildkotetsu]

Not... Newsie... [Grumble, grumble. As he peels himself out of the metal hole he's made, he rubs the back of his head and looks at the other hero. Bitten, to be sure, but strangely attentive in the meanwhile (thank god for his powers on that front, at least)] Looks like they didn't give you a whole lot to work with this time.

[alloys]

You're going to pay for that, I hope. [Bro you better believe he's billing your insurance for that. His poor car. His poor, stolen car. >:

He seemed to handle that fall pretty well, though. He can write it off as super strength.]

Thanks for noticing.

[wildkotetsu]

I'm not payin' for a car you stole with money I don't have. Damn crapbeard.

[He rubs his back, and of course they have shamblers appearing from the alleyways, runners peering in the distance at the suddenly stopped, rumbling car. Not that Kotetsu's noticing just yet, with his vision all blurred at the edges and his voice distant in his ears.]

[alloys]

Hey, hey - borrowed. I'll leave it here when we go home. I'm just finding a quicker way to get around. What's your excuse?

[But he might not get to hear an answer to that question, noticing the shamblers and the runners off in the distance. Things are about to get messy.]

Ready to dance?

[wildkotetsu]

Uh—about that.

[He looks at Tony, looks at the hordes, looks at the car he's sitting on. He's so tired, and exasperation has taken a seat. Bitten, powerless, stuck with Tony... The events of his life are pretty cruel today.]

I can't actually use my powers for another... uh. Hour.

[alloys]

[...Wow is he serious.

Is he really serious.

What the hell kind of lame power is that?]

You need a new battery, Newsie. [He jacks a thumb towards the car.] Get in.

[wildkotetsu]

[He just gives the man a good glowering before he slides off the roof and into the passenger's seat. He'd put up more of an argument against Tony's very lame retort, but he's not really doing so hot. He just leans back heavily against the seat with his arm tucked against his side, looking back at Tony to make sure the other was following quickly.]

Hope—you're a better driver than you are a beard stylist...!

[... okay he had to get one jab in, sheesh]

[alloys]

[He's back in the driver's seat in a flash, restarting the engine just as the shamblers start to scramble into the front bumper. Well. This wasn't going to be pretty.

Tony reaches back to grab a rifle from the back seat - which is sort of loaded with weapons, by the by - to hand to Kotetsu.]

You're going to need this.

[wildkotetsu]

[Kotetsu takes the gun with one hand, frowning down at it. He's used guns, but this—this is a little different. And truth be told, unless he felt Tony was in deep trouble, he wasn't really planning on using it at all. He just keeps his vision trained on the shamblers, teeth grit in frustration behind a thin-lipped mouth.]

You're gonna need to hurry up, if you don't wanna' be overrun-!

[Less huffy and more oh god do something, crapbeard

This is not a situation he wants to deal with.]

[alloys]

Thanks for the advice.

[And the engine revs as Tony throws the gear shift into reverse. The road is narrow, so he doesn't have room to turn around - and now those runners have certainly noticed them. Here they come. Time for some fancy reverse maneuvering!]

[wildkotetsu]

[WOW WOW he disapproves

He is already sick as it is, THIS ISN'T HELPING-

His face smashes against the window as a less-than-sane reverse lefthand turn is heinously committed. Call Kotetsu what you'd like, he knows how to drive. Without mowing over trashcans and infected, anyway.]

Oioioioi, watch it, CAREFUL!!

[alloys]

[Oh, quiet you. This is like Sunday driving for Tony.]

If you think this isn't careful, just wait until you see reckless.

[He slams on the break, punches the gear into first, and accelerates. Get ready for some whiplash!]

[wildkotetsu]

HEY! Don't go crashing uuuus—[WOW YOU WEREN'T KIDDING, MY NECK—and, uh, this is not doing any favors for the illness fast catching him thanks to the infection.] I think I'm gonna be sick...

[alloys]

[Tony doesn't question it, just assuming Kotetsu doesn't handle motion sickness well.]

Hey, hey - not on the interior, open the window if you have to -

[But he's interrupted by an unceremonious thud of falling bodies on the roof of the car, grasping hands of runners trying to smash the glass of the windows.]

Shit - on second thought? Better leave the window up.

[wildkotetsu]

[Kotetsu is trying really, really hard not to feel like shit over this. Because these weren't all bad people, and they were heroes for god's sake. But whatever complaint he had dies down in his throat as a wave of pain grips him; he leans into his arm with a pained grunt.]

Good plan.

...

Where to?

[alloys]

Out of here. [On an upcoming street, he swerves and turns abruptly to shake the zombies loose from the roof of the car.]

Got somewhere you need to go? I'll cab you. This once.

[Because bro, you have seen better days.]

[wildkotetsu]

[He doesn't hesitate on this one.]

No camps, nowhere with survivors. Anywhere out there I can hide out for a while.

[He leans his head back, hand sliding over the bandaged arm where blood had already began to soak through. He's burning up from the virus, ignoring the impulse to tense up and squirm, as if changing position would settle his stomach or lungs or brain. He doesn't bring himself to look over at Tony, though. Can't, really. Not after the others have given him those looks.

That hopeless, achy sort of look. He probably got it a lot, too, trying to save people.]

[alloys]

[He has a sinking feeling and a guess for the reason behind that answer before he even finishes speaking. Dammit. Dammit. Not him, too. What kind of idiot gets themselves infected, why were there so many getting infected - ]

I don't think "hiding" is going to stay on your mind for long.

[Once he...starts to turn. But Tony does start driving towards the outskirts of the city.]

[wildkotetsu]

Thanks for the vote of confidence. [He huffs, leaning back in his seat.] I've been using my powers to keep it back. It'll be alright for a while—besides, I can still help people while I'm myself.

A lotta' people still need to get outta' here.

[alloys]

Right. Until you turn before you realize its happening and you try to kill the people you were trying to help.

[wildkotetsu]

[He looks down, gripping his wrist. Usually he'd fight that. Right now, he's just numbed.]

There are people that'll be doomed either way. If there's a chance I can prevent it, catch them before they're bitten by people who're already changed, I'll keep going.