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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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[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)

[If anyone else has more to say on the scene, no one does. Instead, the all go back to their duties. One of the less injured people from Excenn actually stands to look like he's going to follow Silver-- but then something in how he's walking scares him, so he stops, lamely, after only taking two steps.

Rin, for his part, is still bleeding out on Silver now. There's a train of blood down Silver's clothes and leaking on the ground there. He's groggy and out of it, but groaning a little. He's still breathing]

[And now there's nothing but silence. Silence and the feeling of blood saturating his clothing. He knows Ingo is nearby, and he trusts him to follow him while keeping his distance. Danger. He can't even stop to clearly think since he's still not somewhere "safe". Nowhere is safe. Nowhere that he can go because Rin is a god damn moron. There's heavy sense of danger and anger and fear and- where does he- what does he-

No, he can't panic. He can't panic and let that overtake him. He has to think. He has to-]

Idiot. You're an idiot, you know that? [Stupid, you fucking moron-] I can't- I don't know what to do. [He has no ides what to- you're so-]

You can heal through this, right? Somehow? [His voice cracks and he tries to take a deep breath. Don't panic. Don't panic.

It's not working.] What am I supposed to do, huh? I've got no idea how to take care of bullet wounds, and- you think I can take you anywhere now? Where would the closest healer or doctor even be?

[Don't panic don't panic don't panic don't-]

What do you want me to say to Shiemi if something happens to you, Rin? You wanna answer that one? What should I say? You did something stupid because of your hero complex? You were naive and didn't understand the situation? Dammit, Rin!

You're loud... [He groans that. His stomach feels like it's on fire (the bullets in particular are leaving an oddly searing pain inside of him. He leans now on Silver, his tail dragging on the ground. At least he doesn't have blood coming out of his mouth again, just pouring out of his chest]

[...He's...]

...You're alive. [It doesn't make him stop moving, it doesn't make him stop overreacting (this is overreacting, this is absolutely overreacting</>,) but it does get his meltdown to pause.]

Y-yeah. [And he coughs, some drool leaking out as he does. His vision is unfocused, and he feels dizzy]

'M bleeding, ain't I?

Yeah. You're lucky to be alive. [Pull yourself back together. Pull yourself back together. He's shaking and he just can't have that right now. Not with Rin like this.]

'M fine... I'm kinda a demon, remember?

[His speech is actually clarifying as he goes. The wounds are already healing up, actually, though given the amount of blood back there it's not like there's a good way to tell]

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