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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[rashness]

Ehahaha, not art all! I'm strong, so I've got it covered, lady!

[With a big cheeky grin. He would prefer to be saving people, or even protecting them, but lifting boxes and stuff? Sure. He can manage that. He actually goes and lifts one of them up one handed... he seems to be planning to balance one in both hand. While he's certainly strong enough for it, it's a bit. Precarious. To balance them like that]

[liaising]

[Her heart swells. of course, she sees this as the ultimate protection. The best chance a strapping young lad has to give his all for a community. This -- she's certain -- is the strong foundation of good works.

Carol's face lights up at the display.] We must load you up, Rin! Make good use of those muscles.

[And at a clap of her hand, she then grabs the second box and offers it for his other hand. It's as if she doesn't mind the circus show. She doesn't mind risking the the boy losing his balance for one split box might be worth the happiness gained by the attempt.]

[rashness]

[Oh wow, she's so...nice. And she's got confidence in him? He preens from the praise, but more so when she loads on a third box. He pushes both of his hands together to try to balance that one between the other two. It's clearly unstable, likely it'll fall, but he's grinning at doing it. It's not even that heavy]

Hey, if there's more, I can take 'em!

[liaising]

What is the name of that Earth game? Jenga?

[This was nothing like Jenga, of course. For she was piling boxes on and not removing them. And a war was progressing just outside of this protected zone. But she picks up another box--]

Bend down! I can't reach...

[rashness]

You... got it, lady. [And he crouches, arms still full. He tries to make it easier for her, so he goes down low indeed, his face flushed by the surprise he has at this encounter (let alone her smile) and his tail curling some behind him]

[liaising]

[And she leans upwards, balancing the box neatly atop the others. Her face -- smiling as it is -- belies the genuine concentration. But soon thee box is nudged gently into place and she steps back.

Breath held.

Will it hold? ]

[rashness]

[It... it...! Does. Or at least it does when he's crouching. As he stands, his arms naturally jossle and the center of gravity shifts. The top box ends up falling to the ground - he would try to catch it, but doing so would make all the others fall! Still, he tries to awkwardly move his leg to try to get it, which doesn't work and makes all the others sway too]

[liaising]

[Her hands clap over her mouth as she giggles. Giggles. The box held only hardy root vegetables -- potatoes and turnips and parsnips and celery root. They were no worse for wear. Carol stoops to collect the box and hugs it securely against her torso, replacing one fallen turnip.]

See? No harm done. Follow me. We'll get these boxes to their rightful home and then -- I'm afraid -- I have to scoot along to other work.

[rashness]

[He's still a bit flushed once he stops being pale, but he nods and follows in line behind her, balancing the remaining boxes well enough. But most of the way to the location-]

Hey lady, what'd you say your name was?

[liaising]

Carol. Just...Carol.

[ occasionally she stops to exchange a word with this or that helper. but for the most part? she's on task. ]

[rashness]

[And he hums a bit at this. Really, he'll do this task for her with no real further questions other than an earnest grin. Carol, huh. If this place's got a lady like this around, it's possible he's jumped the gun on his judgement of the Malnosso. No, actually, he definitely did. It's more complicated- just like how True Cross is mostly good but those Grigori are jackasses, maybe the Malnosso is mostly bad with a few good folks.

Really though, he's just glad to help somewhere]