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DRAFT - The Battle of Vaskoth

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.

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Oi, come on-! Come on, why do you gotta keep this uuup! [Rin is using a borrowed sword (not his usual Kurikara) and is currently closer to one of the supply depots. But more importantly, he's near to the (Vaskoth) towsfolk running it. He had a MSF officer with him and a few Excenn fighters too, but the officer seems to have gone down and two of the Excenn guys are injured and behind him. With only his sword and flames he's trying to keep up with three cultists, but he's clearly somewhat outmatched. He's surprisingly not a very good swordsman to be in a sword duel.]

[In a second, a large stream of water knocks back one of the cultists. It's followed closely by a second beam, this time an Ice Beam, which serves to completely freeze the cultist over.

The number of sparties Rin has to deal with has been reduced to two, and Silver, Feraligatr, and Sneasel make their way over to give more cover fire. What's up, Rin.]

Silver?! [He's surprised. Just a little. But okay, that totally helped. He's still caught up in a swordfight with a woman who is totally a better swordsman than him, but at least he's not. Watching this flank constantly]

[He hates swords. He hates them so much. Biological swords are fine. Giant pieces of stupid sharp metal...

But that's not a problem right now.]

Scald!

[Feraligatr spits out another stream of water; this time it's more precise... And it's boiling hot. He's aiming for the cultist's hands.]

Aaaah-?! Hot! [yes, he actually was striking in that moment. And the scald hits both their hands and his hands. Where the cultist keeps hold of the sword and flies back up into the air to get some distance. The other one there goes to strike at Rin--!

And then a shot rings out. Specifically, a shotgun blast. If anyone turns to look, it's not from any of the Excenn fighters or a MSF officer, but from a civilian woman who happened to be bringing some supplies to this depot. He's in her early thirties, and holding the shotgun which just blew most of the left wing off the second cultist.

...Of course, this is making second cultist give what might be a death wail as first cultist is swooping down towards her]

[Sneasel's got this. Sneasel's so got this. Ice cold cultsicle, fresh from an Ice Beam, get 'em while you still can.]

[Frozen's beaten. And... well. it looks quiet now for a moment. Well, sort of quiet. Three down, and there's room to breathe. Rin is looking in horror though. All these... blood]

[Silver has no sympathy for him, especially after what he saw from Moro. That was horrible. Horrific. He wouldn't wish that sight on anyone.

But they're here, and there's no time for a luxury like that.]

Are you holding back?

I don't got my sword. [So he can't control the transformation. It's true, but he's also holding back aside from that. He shakes his head, trying not to look about or think about how many of these guys might be dead. Instead, he goes to check for which are still alive.

Or well... he intends to. The two aren't the only ones here. The two injured fighters are being patched up still, but one of the other fighters (a MSF Novice, not the officer who was here earlier) is taking out his side arm and going around to all the downed but not dead soldiers to check them- and shoot the ones who are still squirming in the head.

At the first instance of that, Rin cuts off whatever he was going to say to Silver to turn with wide, horrified eyes]

[It's not a pleasant sight, but beyond a small twitch of discomfort showing on his face, Silver remains passive about it. What he does do is watch- not because he wants to, but because it somehow seems disrespectful to look away.

But once it's done, Silver looks back at Rin. Rin, who looks horrified, Rin who has his heroic complex, who's too nice for his own good.]

Save what's bothering you for later. This is war. It doesn't belong here.

[Yeah but after the first death, he can't stop. Actually, as the guy is going to check the second one, his flames curl up around him and he marches on over, roaring]

What the hell're you doing?!

[Yeah, he's picking a fight with the MSF soldier. Who turns with narrowed eyes. What, bubble kid?]

[Nope. Nope nope nope. Silver's not sure if he can stop him (outside of having Sneasel freeze him in place which might work for a few seconds but he'd rather not go there) but hell if he won't try. He goes to keep up with Rin and provided that he gets the opportunity, he'll stand right in front of him.]

Hey. Knock it off.

You knock it off! [Seriously, this guy -

Second shot. Rin's eyes turn into cat like slits and his flames grow stronger again. He's not letting Silver get in his way. In fact, he's going to shove him out of the way, or try to]

[...Great. He's getting angry.

He needs to do something. Rin reacts to actions, not words. Think, think-]

[...But the fact of the matter is that Silver can't stand weaponry, and it's an awful scene.

He could take care of it himself. He could stop, hack off the wings himself, and show that no, this is necessary. Gruesome, but justified.]

[...But he's not Rin's babysitter. He's not here to teach him a lesson or tell him what to do.

And as much as he'd like to do so anyway, there's a bigger part here.

His Pokémon could get infected.

So he'll wipe his hands of the situation, at least for the moment. You go n with your bad self, Rin. You idiot.]

Edited 2012-11-03 21:26 (UTC)

[With Silver shoved out of the way, Rin stomps forward to confront the MSF Novice. Rin's eyes are narrowed and his flames are now full over his shoulders. His eyes are cat-like still and he's snarling a little. The air around here is getting tense. Everyone can feel it. the people from Vaskoth are backing off, except for the woman with a shotgun, who is feeling cold sweat going down the back of her neck and is pointing the gun at Rin now, wide eyed. The draftees from Excenn are looking at him in awe, and maybe a little fear.

As for the Novice. He's seen it all before and- "Kid, I know you're from a bubble, but I'm only giving you on warning to no-"]

No, I'm warning you! Why're you killing 'em?! They're down- go put 'em in a prison!

[Rin's voice deafens out the Novice, and causes an echo - a vibration in the air. He's not in his demon form, but his rage is clearly pushing the edges of it now as he takes another step forward]

Stop it, Rin. Quit picking a fight. You're not helping your case. [He can't afford to be in the crossfire. Rin can take care of himself. He shouldn't get involved. But Rin is his friend, and-

He hates this. He hates everything about this. He doesn't want to help the mallies, but- but Rin is wrong right now, and they're right, and-.]

Shut up, Silver! I don't care what the situation is, if someone's down the ground like that you just tak'em in and lock 'em up or something, you don't walk over and kill them! Come on, we've got the-

[Supplies? Space? Time? Everything's been so damn plentiful and free in Luceti, of course there's time and space, he's got no reason to assume the rest of the world is denied those commodities that everyone in Luceti (including himself) takes for granted. However, as he starts on that path, the people from Excenn are the only ones still looking at Rin with any sense of admiration. The people from Vaskoth, if they are still looking at all (all except shotgun woman have evaded their eyes) are narrowing their eyes.

The MSF Novice, for his part, grits his teeth, his eyes now wide.

Rin's calmed though. He's spreading his eyes, prepared to reason and plead. He takes two steps closer]

Look, I get that these're enemies, but they're also people... [In fact, his flames are dying down now-] So we can be better than just killing down---

Edited 2012-11-09 05:16 (UTC)

[And then the Novice fires. Not in his demon form, and his flames died down, Rin can't possibly dodge them or stop the bullets. He takes three shots right in the stomach before anyone can really do anything, and wide eyes is cut off, collapsing to the ground, bleeding]

[It happens too fast for Silver to do anything about it. He should have predicted it- should have seen it coming- but part of him wanted to ignore it. Push it aside. Hope that Rin could-

Could what? What was he thinking Stupid, stupid, selfish-

His stomach is turning, his vision is diving, and that person just hurt Rin and- Kill them, he should kill the bastard that just-]

[No. Stop. Stop.

Take your emotions out of this, take that fear, that anger and save it for later-

If he gets killed, if he has to tell Shiemi that some Mally killed him, he'll-

Easy.

Silver gestures for Sneasel and Feraligatr- who are just as worked up as he is, although Feraligatr remains unsettlingly straightfaced about the entire ordeal, not that it's particularly easy to tell- to stay put.

He then puts his hands in the air and takes a step forward. Then a second step. That innate swirl of emotion is pushed far, far, far down- now's not the time to pick a fight. Now's the time to leave.]

[Rin will survive it. Rin will survive it. He's not human, he can survive it, he has to survive it-

Focus. His focuses on the novice. His expression is cold. Not just cold, but commanding. Whether or not that means anything is another story.]

I'm going to stand here, with my arms raised. You're going to put your gun down. Sneasel is going to go over to that last guy and freeze him over. From there, you can do whatever you want with him.

And then I'm going to take this idiot friend of mine away and the four of us are going to leave.

If you so much as begin to point your gun at anyone, shards of ice will destroy your throat and weapon before you have the time to think "oops".

[Everything about him is calm, steady, and commanding. It completely and thoroughly betrays every last fiber in his being. He's not even sure of the validity of his threat. But he knows how to survive. He knows if he lashes out, it will only make things worse for him. He knows if he shows fear or acts on impulse, it will only make things worse for him.

So he maintains his composure.

If you'd stayed under me, you'd be free of all weaknesses... Including compassion.

Sneasel slowly begins to move forward.]

["Yeah, I'm not putting down my gun for a bubble kid."

The irony of his statement, is, of course, the MSF soldier looks no older than maybe sixteen. He's actually nineteen, but the pointed elf ears he has might give some indication for his youth. He doesn't point his gun at silver, but like hell he's lowering it.

"But fine, you can handle that Spartie. Just get that garbage out of my sight. Don't know why we bring in kids like that."

Ignore that Rin just saved a lot of the people here. The Excenn fighters, some still healing, actually intake breath at that, but all the people from Vaskoth... well. Mixed reactions. The woman with the shotgun is no longer standing, stupified. She's ignoring this scene and going to check on supplies. The notice motions with his gun, go on, get out of here.

Rin, for his part, is still bleeding (out) on the ground]

Because "kids like that" are the ones that take out dozens of sparties, and kids like you talk big, pick off a few, and take out the trash.

[Cold. Straight faced. It helps him from outright exploding at the guy. It helps him from breaking down. And that's what he needs.

Sneasel freezes the cultist over until it's literally trapped in a block of ice before sliding it towards the novice.]

I don't like you guys, but we've got a common enemy. Maybe he'll finally get a reality check and learn that. [And with that, he hauls him up (he feels like a feather right now, there's no way he should feel this light) and recalls Feraligatr before he and Sneasel back up and walk away.

You better be alive, Rin.]

Edited 2012-11-09 21:26 (UTC)

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