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[Xanmyral]

Alec follows the group, wary of the shadows. Its one thing to say 'I'm going to join the Archangels,' quite another to actually be in and on a mission. He suspected as much, but he couldn't get over the looming tension. Feels like every shadow, a beast, every slight sound, a breathe, every sound accidentally made by them, a terrible mistake. Yet nothing has happened... Yet.

When the group split up, he felt even more on edge. Its always a bad idea to split up, at least from what few horror movies he's seen, but Alec trusts Oto to make the right decisions. He's the commander, and not anyone just gets put there. Down and down they went, the more and more it felt to Alec that the darkness pressed in on them, as if it was trying to attack the light. Shrike at ready, he held it a bit more firmly than he probably should be, eyes straining themselves to see beyond the inky black. Then they stopped. At first, he was confused. Did they take a wrong turn? No, this passage was straight forward, then wh--Then the noise. Seems he thought too soon.

Alec looked at Oto for answers, him being the leader of the group. He grasped the Shrike at ready in a death grip, ready to bring it to bear if need be. Doesn't seem it knows they're there... Else it would be quiet too. Alec silently, and politely, draws Oto's attention and points at his back, then pinches his index and thumb together, them point towards the floor as if he was snuffing a wick on a candle, trying to convey that it may be good to kill the light. He ends with a questioning shrug however, as he is the leader so he would know best in the situation.

Spoiler (click to show/hide)

[I try to make up with my few posts by being detailed, do say if you want me to be more concise however, it wouldn't be any bother to me. I'm thinking about starting to put a divider in my posts, with what's under it being the action, the above being the fluff of what he was doing during the narrative, so as to help you parse what is the main meat of the post.]

[Stirk]

Name: Patricia Garfien
Age: 37
Equipment: Backpack :Surgical bag, hatchet, (Speed loader) ,whiskey flask (3), rosary, glasses, Glock, Glock magazine (3), double barreled shotgun, HELLFIRE shells (4), shotgun shells (26), grenade (1),   Glasses case
HP: 11
Stats:
Int: 9
Str: 11
Agi: 10
Skills: General Medic(3), Small Arms (3), Shotgun (2), Sub-machine gun (2)
Advantages: She has steady hands, and is very calm in high stress situations. This can be a lifesaver in the field.
Disadvantages: Territorial about her work, needs glasses/contacts(farsighted), and a functional alcoholic.
Perks: Excellent bedside manner.
Quirks: Racist. Yep. Against EVERYONE. Not to the point where she dislikes them, just the point where she believes just about every stereotype there is. Curiously enough, not religious, or homophobic, or sexist. I can change this if it might cause problems.
Bio: Patricia grew up in southern Texaz, raised by two rich white parents who fit every stereotype of rich white people there was, or almost. They did love their daughter, but they were also assholes to most people below their station. When she became a surgeon in college, they were delighted to see their little girl take up such a proud profession. When the chupacabras started striking, she managed to save her brother's life, barely, but had to run, and he was left behind. She rode a horse for hours, eventually letting the poor thing rest, where she was taken in by some kind colored people. Long story short, she ended up joining the Archangel foundation, to help keep the fighting men alive. That said, being a Texan, she's not bad with a pistol either...
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You hand the cowboy your ammunition and revolver before you enter the door. The cowboy follows behind you, gun at the read, as you search the room. You look wearily at the random objects on the shelves, knives, swords, a wooden cart, and other oddities, many in various states of disrepair. You are searching for him, when you hear a whistle, like a dog call. The Nazi is standing on the other side of the room, surrounded by what appears to be newly made cement, which was bouncing around in a ball shape, changing forms continuously. The cowboy fires off a round in perfect form toward him, only to be intercepted by the cement, swinging in front of the Nazi like a shield.

What do you do now?

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Spoiler (click to show/hide)

Name: Alec Rowe
Age: 27
Equipment: Sledge hammer, pack of cigarets (3), Lighter (full), Ares Shrike, 200 5.56 rounds (Loaded).
HP: 15
Stats
Int: 8
Str: 15
Agi: 7
Skills: Close Combat (3), Demolition (3), Heavy weapons (1)
Advantages: Determined
Disadvantages: Chain-Smoker, Stressed
Perks: Large Frame, Good Samaritan, Quiet
Quirks: Quiet, Good Samaritan, Large Frame
Bio: Alec grew up in a big city in the US. He was large by most standards, even as a kid, and its served him well enough. He's never been the most dexterous, indeed Alec considers himself a bit accident prone, it not being too uncommon for him to bump into things due to his large frame. He's never been the brightest either, didn't do too bad in school but did noticeably lag behind some of the other students. It wasn't that he couldn't apply what he learned, it was that it simply took him longer to learn something that came more naturally to others.

But, what he prides himself in is his strength. Being large, most people let him be as who would want to mess with that one kid about a foot or two taller than about everyone else? That was always fine with him, left him time to himself. Alec always appreciated his time alone, enjoyed it indeed. For when he was alone, all the pressures of the world just slipped away from him, he could relax without having to feel like he was constantly playing catch-up with everyone around him. He never really had to work hard to make his body strong, it always just seemed to be so. Knocks he's taken would often harm others, but to him it was just something he'd shrug off. Alec never found a reason to voice his pain, it was always something that was passing, something he often forgot about five minutes later anyway, so why give it a voice? He's gotten more than one weird look for stubbing his toe and taking it in silent stride with nothing more than a grimace.

But indeed, what he prided himself on the most however, was strength of spirit. While he may not of been the most brightest, he still tried his hardest to learn, while he may not of been the most dexterous, he still tried his hardest to watch his step as he could. From what he's seen, his strength has been a boon to him, one that he should use to help instead of hurt people. He's often used to giving it his all when he needs to, so he shies not from hard work.

Joining the Archangels wasn't that big of a leap for him. While he would of preferred to make instead of break, he understands that he has a certain talent with stuff and before he joined Archangel, he was a demolistionist. Not the kind that worked with bombs mind you, more the kind that worked with the machines, wielded a jack hammer or a sledge. People would often have things brought up that they didn't wish there anymore, so he was paid to bring it down. When the troubles began, and became a threat, he didn't panic but rather went to see what he could do to help as best he could. This led him to Archangel.

Oto shakes his head as he pulls out a bullet casing, putting his other hand on the flash light. He flicks the casing like a coin, and motions for you to close your eyes. The casing hits the ground with a metallic bell like sound, and the sounds of beasts turned, into curios growls and howling. You can hear them rush out toward you, growling and howling all the way. You do as Oto suggested, closing your eyes and putting your hand in front of them, as the snarling gets louder. There is a flash, like that of a camera but multiplied a thousand times, as Otonashie says "Open your eyes." Just a few feet away, at the end of the tunnel, where the wolves.

The wolves where large, even larger then you, and three in number. They where walking on all four legs, and blinking their eyes while snarling angrily. The other two have their guns pointed at the wolves, David's assault rifle and Otonashi with a pistol, preparing to shoot. What do you do?

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[I try to make up with my few posts by being detailed, do say if you want me to be more concise however, it wouldn't be any bother to me. I'm thinking about starting to put a divider in my posts, with what's under it being the action, the above being the fluff of what he was doing during the narrative, so as to help you parse what is the main meat of the post.]

Do whatever you think would be best. I will just kind of roll with it. Sorry for the strange ending point, I started and ran out of time.

[Xanmyral]

Alec does as he was told, closing his eyes at his commander's command. He was mystified as to what he was doing, nor felt too comfortable with shutting out his vision. Then the sound of the shell casing tinking on the floor, and the sound of hurried feet towards them. Alec tried to ignore his feelings of opening fire, tried to ignore his feelings of running, or the idea that Oto must be insane. Then the great flash that even he saw, his eyes hidden behind his hand.

Opening his eyes on command, he saw the wolves, giant creatures, snarling in both pain and anger. That fancy flashlight of his must have more uses than he thought, other than a long battery life... Alec followed suit, hoisting his Shrike into a firing position, aiming down the sights towards the fearsome creatures of the night. He didn't open fire immediately however, as there were ideas of possibly doing this peacefully... Alec decided to take a risk. "Speak." He said loudly and as commanding as he could, still aiming down the sights towards the wolves. If there was even a chance of this being peaceful, he would take it.

[Stirk]

Spoiler (click to show/hide)

Name: Alec Rowe
Age: 27
Equipment: Sledge hammer, pack of cigarets (3), Lighter (full), Ares Shrike, 185 5.56 rounds (Loaded).
HP: 15
Stats
Int: 8
Str: 15
Agi: 7
Skills: Close Combat (3), Demolition (3), Heavy weapons (1)
Advantages: Determined
Disadvantages: Chain-Smoker, Stressed
Perks: Large Frame, Good Samaritan, Quiet
Quirks: Quiet, Good Samaritan, Large Frame
Bio: Alec grew up in a big city in the US. He was large by most standards, even as a kid, and its served him well enough. He's never been the most dexterous, indeed Alec considers himself a bit accident prone, it not being too uncommon for him to bump into things due to his large frame. He's never been the brightest either, didn't do too bad in school but did noticeably lag behind some of the other students. It wasn't that he couldn't apply what he learned, it was that it simply took him longer to learn something that came more naturally to others.

But, what he prides himself in is his strength. Being large, most people let him be as who would want to mess with that one kid about a foot or two taller than about everyone else? That was always fine with him, left him time to himself. Alec always appreciated his time alone, enjoyed it indeed. For when he was alone, all the pressures of the world just slipped away from him, he could relax without having to feel like he was constantly playing catch-up with everyone around him. He never really had to work hard to make his body strong, it always just seemed to be so. Knocks he's taken would often harm others, but to him it was just something he'd shrug off. Alec never found a reason to voice his pain, it was always something that was passing, something he often forgot about five minutes later anyway, so why give it a voice? He's gotten more than one weird look for stubbing his toe and taking it in silent stride with nothing more than a grimace.

But indeed, what he prided himself on the most however, was strength of spirit. While he may not of been the most brightest, he still tried his hardest to learn, while he may not of been the most dexterous, he still tried his hardest to watch his step as he could. From what he's seen, his strength has been a boon to him, one that he should use to help instead of hurt people. He's often used to giving it his all when he needs to, so he shies not from hard work.

Joining the Archangels wasn't that big of a leap for him. While he would of preferred to make instead of break, he understands that he has a certain talent with stuff and before he joined Archangel, he was a demolistionist. Not the kind that worked with bombs mind you, more the kind that worked with the machines, wielded a jack hammer or a sledge. People would often have things brought up that they didn't wish there anymore, so he was paid to bring it down. When the troubles began, and became a threat, he didn't panic but rather went to see what he could do to help as best he could. This led him to Archangel.

The werewolf in the middle obliges. "I WILL KILL YOU" he snarled, as he started running toward you. He must have heard your voice...

Guns go off. David's rifle in triplets, with a "dadadada" sound, sending bullets and echos down the hallway, hitting the werewolf and sending blood squirting out as the werewolf howls. Otonashi, holding his pistol one handed at a forty-five degree angle, the other hand behind his back, fired two shots from his own gun, hitting the werewolf in the head and sending him tumbling backwards. Their flashes where kind of bright, but not blinding, as you prepare your own gun to fire. Your guns goes off with a "TATATATATATA" as you attempt to fire down the hallway, sending five bullets uselessly into the back of the cave. The gun is difficult to aim, you jut kind of attempted to keep it going in the right direction as it struggled in your grip.

The other two werewolves, hearing the gunfire, ran over their comrade as they charged your group, one of the werewolves half ramming the side of the cave. Your other two squad mates continue to fire their guns, as you fire your gun five more times at the new werewolf charging you. Most of the bullets slam into the wall next to him, but one or two managed to slam into his arm and torso, spewing blood but not slowing him down as he ran at you, snarling with spit flying everywhere, you now notice as it gets closer. The other werewolf has been taken down, with all that is left of it a pelt on the ground, but the first werewolf had gotten up and begun its own charge. You spray five more bullets down the hallway, like you where slinging your sledge hammer, two bullets slamming into the far werewolf. The first wolf gets within a few feet, as it rapidly gains ground toward you.

What do you do now?

[Xanmyral]

Alec winced internally. Not what he was hoping for, dammit. Guns went off around him, staccatos of sharp sounds reverberating through the caves. Each sharp crack, a flash of light that briefly illuminates the darkness, making everything seem as if it was lit by a flickering, intense sun. Bringing himself forcibly back in the moment, he fired his own gun, the recoil more than he was expecting and sending his bullets astray. Soon they were all charging, not good. More bullets rained down on the Freaks, the werewolves, five more from Alec's Shrike, this time two finding their mark. Another barrage of bullets, two more find their mark. He was improving, he hoped.

But now the first was close to him, the whites of its eyes and the spraying of its spittle even visible to his disgust. Alec felt a twinge of fear, as everything seemed to slow to him. Adrenaline, he knew that, and had a feeling it would be more common as times go along. Should he fire another blast, with it so close? But what if he missed, how would he defend himself? What if it instead went towards the others, how could he help them if it tried to tear them apart right in front of him? Its large, larger than him, it must be massive to them. This thought fazed him the most out of all. It was his first mission, and he'd be damned if anyone wasn't walking away from this mission. Alec focused his eyes on the great beast, instincts kicking in. Fight or flight, cut and run or stay and stand. He chose fight.

Spoiler: If the Shrike has a shoulder sling (click to show/hide)

Letting the gun go slump against his body, he reached for his sledge. The beast took another step, and Alec could see nothing else but the beast. Alec could feel his heart beat, his muscles tensing one by one in anticipation. More spittle flew. Let go of gun, grab sledge, step forward for momentum, twist the torso for additional, let his arms follow through... Rage in its eyes... It was almost as if he was back at his old job. Except there he was smashing walls to expand rooms, or make new rooms, and here he was fighting for his, and his teams', lives.

Spoiler: If the Shrike doesn't have a shoulder sling (click to show/hide)

Alec lets go of the stock and trigger, holding it by the fore of the gun, quickly resting it on the ground and in the same movement grasping his sledge with his other hand. The beat took another step, and Alec could see nothing else but the beast. Taking a step for additional forward momentum. More spittle flew. Using his body in his twisted pose as a spring, he twists back around lashes out with his sledge at the oncoming Freak. Rage in its eyes... It was almost as if he was back at his old job. Except there he was smashing walls to expand rooms, or make new rooms, and here he was fighting for his, and his teams', lives.

[Rolepgeek]

Patricia frowned. What now? She brought her shotgun up, to her shoulder, and began to advance, finger on the trigger. "Cowboy, go see if'n ya can get around on his other side." She mutters, waving him off. "Adolf's dead, you crazy bastard. You have zero chance of surviving unless you surrender." She called out.

[Stirk]

Spoiler (click to show/hide)

Name: Alec Rowe
Age: 27
Equipment: Sledge hammer, pack of cigarets (3), Lighter (full), Ares Shrike, 185 5.56 rounds (Loaded).
HP: 15
Stats
Int: 8
Str: 15
Agi: 7
Skills: Close Combat (3), Demolition (3), Heavy weapons (1)
Advantages: Determined
Disadvantages: Chain-Smoker, Stressed
Perks: Large Frame, Good Samaritan, Quiet
Quirks: Quiet, Good Samaritan, Large Frame
Bio: Alec grew up in a big city in the US. He was large by most standards, even as a kid, and its served him well enough. He's never been the most dexterous, indeed Alec considers himself a bit accident prone, it not being too uncommon for him to bump into things due to his large frame. He's never been the brightest either, didn't do too bad in school but did noticeably lag behind some of the other students. It wasn't that he couldn't apply what he learned, it was that it simply took him longer to learn something that came more naturally to others.

But, what he prides himself in is his strength. Being large, most people let him be as who would want to mess with that one kid about a foot or two taller than about everyone else? That was always fine with him, left him time to himself. Alec always appreciated his time alone, enjoyed it indeed. For when he was alone, all the pressures of the world just slipped away from him, he could relax without having to feel like he was constantly playing catch-up with everyone around him. He never really had to work hard to make his body strong, it always just seemed to be so. Knocks he's taken would often harm others, but to him it was just something he'd shrug off. Alec never found a reason to voice his pain, it was always something that was passing, something he often forgot about five minutes later anyway, so why give it a voice? He's gotten more than one weird look for stubbing his toe and taking it in silent stride with nothing more than a grimace.

But indeed, what he prided himself on the most however, was strength of spirit. While he may not of been the most brightest, he still tried his hardest to learn, while he may not of been the most dexterous, he still tried his hardest to watch his step as he could. From what he's seen, his strength has been a boon to him, one that he should use to help instead of hurt people. He's often used to giving it his all when he needs to, so he shies not from hard work.

Joining the Archangels wasn't that big of a leap for him. While he would of preferred to make instead of break, he understands that he has a certain talent with stuff and before he joined Archangel, he was a demolistionist. Not the kind that worked with bombs mind you, more the kind that worked with the machines, wielded a jack hammer or a sledge. People would often have things brought up that they didn't wish there anymore, so he was paid to bring it down. When the troubles began, and became a threat, he didn't panic but rather went to see what he could do to help as best he could. This led him to Archangel.

For future reference, it doesn't have a sling.

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You feel the werewolf as you hit it, just as solid as a wall at your old job. The hammer slams into the werewolves side as he comes toward you, hitting him against the wall with a cracking sound. The werewolf gives off a howl, but you do not get rid of his forward motion entirely, sending him crashing into you and knocking you to the ground as dust flies from the wall he hit. He lies part over you, with his heavy legs lying on your chest, as he lies face first on the ground, unmoving and breathing laboriously. Oto reacted quickly, pulling his hand out from behind his back to reveal a large knife, shining in the flashlight. Otonashi quickly rushes the werewolf, cutting into his back with the knife, his motions causing the flashlight to vibrate and the light to dance. David had taken up a position on his knees, firing at the other werewolf in the same bursts as before. The legs on your body suddenly become much lighter, transforming into human legs. You get up, looking back to see a wolf-pelt with dozens of slashes and Otonashi reloading his gun. The other werewolf had also fallen, lying a few feet away.

Otonashi bends down over the corpse, putting away his knife and gun for the moment. He rubs two fingers down the corps's arm, bringing his fingers to his face to examine it. A white substance had formed over it, much like vaseline. He then wiped his fingers off on the wolf pelt, standing back up to address you and David. "This confirms my suspicions" he started, walking back to stand between you and David, "These transformation is voluntary. They also seem to keep their own personality, meaning my assumptions are correct. Then we must proceed...."

You continue walking down the tunnel, quickly taking into a turn. The werewolves seem to have come from this location, it is a large section that seems to have been blown out. Several bones, with no meat left on them, lay around on the ground, most broken. There is also an area that has apparently been used for bedding, with soft dirt patted down by something large. You continue, walking past this camp and turning into another long tunnel. After a few more minutes of walking, you come out another tunnel, into what appears to be a natural cavern, with a lot less uniform look then the cave before. There where long, jagged spike like rocks on both the top and bottom, dripping water loudly. Otonashi followed a path, as you and David continue in formation. You go through the interesting cave, going up a quasi ramp and through a non-uniform snake like path, when the communicator blared up.

"We have contacts here Oto" Tommie's voice beeped up. "They don't seem to be effected by silver. Shame I wasted such an expensive bullet..." He continues. "We have taken seven from our position. The path lead to a large room, the guns sounded angelic there." he continued, his voice as rapid fire as ever. "Affirmative." Otonashi said, putting his hand to his headphones to move them around to a different position. "Return to the copter. If my hunch is right, we are about to take on the alpha and his strongest allys. We should have this handled. Radio silence until further notice, we may set off the wolf if we are not careful."

You continue to walk down the cave water dripping. Otonashi orders a stop again, with both words and action this time. "We are about to take on the strongest werewolf in the pack." he said, "We will need strategy to fully get victory. If possible, I need to get information out of the werewolf. Do either of you have suggestions before we go on?"

Any suggestions?

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Name: Patricia Garfien
Age: 37
Equipment: Backpack :Surgical bag, hatchet, (Speed loader) ,whiskey flask (3), rosary, glasses, Glock, Glock magazine (3), double barreled shotgun, HELLFIRE shells (4), shotgun shells (26), grenade (1),   Glasses case
HP: 11
Stats:
Int: 9
Str: 11
Agi: 10
Skills: General Medic(3), Small Arms (3), Shotgun (2), Sub-machine gun (2)
Advantages: She has steady hands, and is very calm in high stress situations. This can be a lifesaver in the field.
Disadvantages: Territorial about her work, needs glasses/contacts(farsighted), and a functional alcoholic.
Perks: Excellent bedside manner.
Quirks: Racist. Yep. Against EVERYONE. Not to the point where she dislikes them, just the point where she believes just about every stereotype there is. Curiously enough, not religious, or homophobic, or sexist. I can change this if it might cause problems.
Bio: Patricia grew up in southern Texaz, raised by two rich white parents who fit every stereotype of rich white people there was, or almost. They did love their daughter, but they were also assholes to most people below their station. When she became a surgeon in college, they were delighted to see their little girl take up such a proud profession. When the chupacabras started striking, she managed to save her brother's life, barely, but had to run, and he was left behind. She rode a horse for hours, eventually letting the poor thing rest, where she was taken in by some kind colored people. Long story short, she ended up joining the Archangel foundation, to help keep the fighting men alive. That said, being a Texan, she's not bad with a pistol either...
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The Nazi laughs, his most insane laugh yet. "And what makes you think that, you pitiful scum?" he continues, smiling crazily. "Look around you! The end times are coming! I was promised that! Life and death are meaningless now! Look at me! Look at him! We have been given life, anything is possible!" He said, between insane bouts of laughter. "I have been a prisoner before. I was a brave member of the SS, used to execute all who would dare oppose my glorious leaders! But then, the one who I had called master was shot down with me in his hand! He had emptied his sub machine gun and died, using me to fight to his laugh breath! I have killed hundreds! But then an American bastard picked me off from my master, capturing me! He had tried selling me in America, thinking me to be a Luger, but failed, and I spent YEARS captured, ignored by that man! I am not to be captured again!", followed by fully insane laughter.

You use his annoyingly long rant to get into position, both you and the cowboy are on the sides, aiming your guns at the Nazi. You are about to suggest the next move, when the Nazi smiles, apparently a little more sane. "Besides..." he says, bringing his finger up, pointing at you like a finger gun. "I have you surrounded." Just then, all of the items on the shelf had begun to move on their own, knives and tools spring up from a box behind you, the items from before all move around. The shelves are emptied, the items all aiming for you and the cowboy. "I TOLD YOU IT WAS A TRAP!" the cowboy yelled, pointing his gun at a spear that had come next to him.

What do you do now?

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I have to find a better way to present insane speech, the way I am doing now ends up being to long.

[Xanmyral]

Alec is more than a little confused, to say the least. Werewolves turning into people, that much isn't surprising, but with wolf pelts is a bit. What assumptions was Oto talking about? What was up with the blood, the pelts, all of that? Blast, he wished now he paid more attention to myths and fantasy when he was younger. Either way, Alec is glad that gambit paid off with engaging the Freak in melee, he wasn't much sure it would, at least in retrospect. Getting up and gathering his gear again, he reloads his gun if necessary, following the group along, wary again. That was three, ten more it seems. Shame they couldn't be reasoned with, but he didn't feel too bad about it.

The caves... Alec was not a fan. The dripping water put him on edge, it seeming to be loud enough to deafen everyone, his ears straining to try and hear any sound, any at all. Hearing Tom's voice over the com helped put him at ease a bit, as well as put a bit of a spring in his step. Seven down, from just those two? Damn, that was impressive. That just leaves three left. The spring left his step however from Oto's words. The alpha, big dog, best, or rather worst in this case from the perspective of the people in the surrounding area, of the bunch. Again they were stopped by Oto, the commander informing them of what is ahead, and posing a question.

What to do however, that was the question. Information was wanted, information was key. Taking one of them alive would be quite the problem. Best to assume they would be hostile, if not before than now that they have killed most of them. He has a few ides... "Challenge dominance?" Alec touched his sledge at the thought, inspecting the dried blood on it and thinking on how hard it may be to get off, as he pondered. It is an alpha, and if it works like a normal wolf pack, if someone challenges the alpha and wins... But going one-on-one with something that is bound to be stronger than the ones before? Well... "Bait and trap?" Another idea at the least. Set up some bait, ambush them. Simple, at the least. Maybe they could arrange for a controlled collapse in the cave... Alec gave the walls a glance, not sure if such is possible. Not without explosives, probably. He was never good with such, always made him nervous to be around...

[Rolepgeek]

Patricia frowns angrily. She aims her shotgun at the mass of items, puts her finger on the trigger that'll shoot the HELLFIRE round, and glances at the cowboy.

"Eat sauerkraut."

FWOOSH

[Stirk]

Spoiler (click to show/hide)

Name: Alec Rowe
Age: 27
Equipment: Sledge hammer, pack of cigarets (3), Lighter (full), Ares Shrike, 185 5.56 rounds (Loaded).
HP: 15
Stats
Int: 8
Str: 15
Agi: 7
Skills: Close Combat (3), Demolition (3), Heavy weapons (1)
Advantages: Determined
Disadvantages: Chain-Smoker, Stressed
Perks: Large Frame, Good Samaritan, Quiet
Quirks: Quiet, Good Samaritan, Large Frame
Bio: Alec grew up in a big city in the US. He was large by most standards, even as a kid, and its served him well enough. He's never been the most dexterous, indeed Alec considers himself a bit accident prone, it not being too uncommon for him to bump into things due to his large frame. He's never been the brightest either, didn't do too bad in school but did noticeably lag behind some of the other students. It wasn't that he couldn't apply what he learned, it was that it simply took him longer to learn something that came more naturally to others.

But, what he prides himself in is his strength. Being large, most people let him be as who would want to mess with that one kid about a foot or two taller than about everyone else? That was always fine with him, left him time to himself. Alec always appreciated his time alone, enjoyed it indeed. For when he was alone, all the pressures of the world just slipped away from him, he could relax without having to feel like he was constantly playing catch-up with everyone around him. He never really had to work hard to make his body strong, it always just seemed to be so. Knocks he's taken would often harm others, but to him it was just something he'd shrug off. Alec never found a reason to voice his pain, it was always something that was passing, something he often forgot about five minutes later anyway, so why give it a voice? He's gotten more than one weird look for stubbing his toe and taking it in silent stride with nothing more than a grimace.

But indeed, what he prided himself on the most however, was strength of spirit. While he may not of been the most brightest, he still tried his hardest to learn, while he may not of been the most dexterous, he still tried his hardest to watch his step as he could. From what he's seen, his strength has been a boon to him, one that he should use to help instead of hurt people. He's often used to giving it his all when he needs to, so he shies not from hard work.

Joining the Archangels wasn't that big of a leap for him. While he would of preferred to make instead of break, he understands that he has a certain talent with stuff and before he joined Archangel, he was a demolistionist. Not the kind that worked with bombs mind you, more the kind that worked with the machines, wielded a jack hammer or a sledge. People would often have things brought up that they didn't wish there anymore, so he was paid to bring it down. When the troubles began, and became a threat, he didn't panic but rather went to see what he could do to help as best he could. This led him to Archangel.

David nods, before saying "It might be possible. Initially, research was done on wolves in captivity. They act a lot like humans in captivity, it is pretty much a prison system. Alpha....just a myth, but it will probably help us here." Otonashi speaks up himself, standing with both hands behind his back. "Yes, but it could be dangerous. Even if we could defeat him, it might not work. After all, your not a werewolf. We also have to keep in mind that they are fully aware of their actions, they are more human then wolf. If you feel you are up for it, we might make you tackle one of the smaller wolves..."

"As for the ambush" he continued, "We would be able to kill them easily, but we would not be able to interrogate them. It would be ideal if we could return them into human form somehow. No medicinal means exist to return them. I can not think of any way to coerce them back..."

Any other ideas?

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Name: Patricia Garfien
Age: 37
Equipment: Backpack :Surgical bag, hatchet, (Speed loader) ,whiskey flask (3), rosary, glasses, Glock, Glock magazine (3), double barreled shotgun, HELLFIRE shells (4), shotgun shells (26), grenade (1),   Glasses case
HP: 11
Stats:
Int: 9
Str: 11
Agi: 10
Skills: General Medic(3), Small Arms (3), Shotgun (2), Sub-machine gun (2)
Advantages: She has steady hands, and is very calm in high stress situations. This can be a lifesaver in the field.
Disadvantages: Territorial about her work, needs glasses/contacts(farsighted), and a functional alcoholic.
Perks: Excellent bedside manner.
Quirks: Racist. Yep. Against EVERYONE. Not to the point where she dislikes them, just the point where she believes just about every stereotype there is. Curiously enough, not religious, or homophobic, or sexist. I can change this if it might cause problems.
Bio: Patricia grew up in southern Texaz, raised by two rich white parents who fit every stereotype of rich white people there was, or almost. They did love their daughter, but they were also assholes to most people below their station. When she became a surgeon in college, they were delighted to see their little girl take up such a proud profession. When the chupacabras started striking, she managed to save her brother's life, barely, but had to run, and he was left behind. She rode a horse for hours, eventually letting the poor thing rest, where she was taken in by some kind colored people. Long story short, she ended up joining the Archangel foundation, to help keep the fighting men alive. That said, being a Texan, she's not bad with a pistol either...
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You pull your trigger, releasing a massive cone of sparks once again toward the mass of items. Many wooden items set on fire immediately, black smoke starting to pour off of them as they crash to the ground. A few steel items warp, turning red, and hit the ground as well, though several continue to come at you. The cone of fire goes in a diagonal line from you, toward the other side of the room, and destroying almost a fourth of the enemies, knocking down one of the empty shelves in the process and scorching the floor.

Seconds later, the twins bust through the door next to each other, their new AKs ready, however open entering they put their sleeve in front of their mouth and backed away from the smoke that was now starting to fill the room.

The Nazi's smile widens as he continues pointing his finger at you. Suddenly, his forefinger transforms into a small gun barrel, and he fires a bullet out of his gun, hitting the shelf behind you and denting it.

What do you do now?

[Xanmyral]

Alec nods, still pondering... He was never much of a planning kind of person, always just went by instinct and impromptu instances... Damn. Think harder. "Smash and grab, retreat to ambush?" Now, something blunt he can get behind. Shock and awe tactics, capture a smaller one of them, retreat to a killzone, that could work... Any way to bring them back to humans though? "Wolfsbane?" He has nothing either. Alec simply shrugs, not able to think of anything else.

[Stirk]

Spoiler (click to show/hide)

Name: Alec Rowe
Age: 27
Equipment: Sledge hammer, pack of cigarets (3), Lighter (full), Ares Shrike, 185 5.56 rounds (Loaded).
HP: 15
Stats
Int: 8
Str: 15
Agi: 7
Skills: Close Combat (3), Demolition (3), Heavy weapons (1)
Advantages: Determined
Disadvantages: Chain-Smoker, Stressed
Perks: Large Frame, Good Samaritan, Quiet
Quirks: Quiet, Good Samaritan, Large Frame
Bio: Alec grew up in a big city in the US. He was large by most standards, even as a kid, and its served him well enough. He's never been the most dexterous, indeed Alec considers himself a bit accident prone, it not being too uncommon for him to bump into things due to his large frame. He's never been the brightest either, didn't do too bad in school but did noticeably lag behind some of the other students. It wasn't that he couldn't apply what he learned, it was that it simply took him longer to learn something that came more naturally to others.

But, what he prides himself in is his strength. Being large, most people let him be as who would want to mess with that one kid about a foot or two taller than about everyone else? That was always fine with him, left him time to himself. Alec always appreciated his time alone, enjoyed it indeed. For when he was alone, all the pressures of the world just slipped away from him, he could relax without having to feel like he was constantly playing catch-up with everyone around him. He never really had to work hard to make his body strong, it always just seemed to be so. Knocks he's taken would often harm others, but to him it was just something he'd shrug off. Alec never found a reason to voice his pain, it was always something that was passing, something he often forgot about five minutes later anyway, so why give it a voice? He's gotten more than one weird look for stubbing his toe and taking it in silent stride with nothing more than a grimace.

But indeed, what he prided himself on the most however, was strength of spirit. While he may not of been the most brightest, he still tried his hardest to learn, while he may not of been the most dexterous, he still tried his hardest to watch his step as he could. From what he's seen, his strength has been a boon to him, one that he should use to help instead of hurt people. He's often used to giving it his all when he needs to, so he shies not from hard work.

Joining the Archangels wasn't that big of a leap for him. While he would of preferred to make instead of break, he understands that he has a certain talent with stuff and before he joined Archangel, he was a demolistionist. Not the kind that worked with bombs mind you, more the kind that worked with the machines, wielded a jack hammer or a sledge. People would often have things brought up that they didn't wish there anymore, so he was paid to bring it down. When the troubles began, and became a threat, he didn't panic but rather went to see what he could do to help as best he could. This led him to Archangel.

Otonashi shakes his head again. "Wolfs bane won't work, even if it did turn them back they would still have the salve and pelt on, meaning transforming back would be instant. We may have to just attack them if we can not find a better way." "We could try setting them on fire..." David said, looking over his rifle. It was a rifle with a short barrel, with a skeleton stock. "then if they remove their pelts do to the fire, we could get them then. "

"Lighting things on fire is generally a bad idea to keep them alive." Otonashi said, taking his gun out of its holster once again. "We will just have to jump them and hope for the best. If we eliminate the two minor wolves, we will have to interrogate the Alpha. If my assumptions are correct, he would be the first to get the salve and the pelt, which should make him the most powerful. It also gives us the necessary information. Move out."

Your team resumes the same formation walking further down the cave. Soon, you come to a smaller hole, at which Oto orders you to stop again. He then hand motions for you and David to get on either side of the cave, preparing to ambush. Otonashi stands in front of the cave, one hand behind his back and the other on his gun, as he stomps on the floor. No reaction. He throws down an empty bullet shell, making the same noise as before, and waits. Still nothing happened. He looks down the entrance carefully, and looks like he is about to say something, when suddenly, completely silently, a wolf charges out of the entrance. It is larger then the others, by at least half, with muscles that bulged as it ran breakneck speeds through the cave entrance, running toward Oto.

What do you do?

[Xanmyral]

So wolfs bane does something to them. And seems the pelts is how they change... Learn new things everyday. Alec nods when Oto gives his plan, seems there isn't any alternative for now. He marches back in formation down the dark cave, until a small entrance is seen. Alec falls into position with Oto's orders, getting on the other side of the cave as David. He watches Oto pose himself as bait in front of the entrance. He gripped his Shrike tightly and tried to calm himself. Oto stamped his feet, and nothing happened. Alec frowned and continued to hold position. Oto dropped a shell casing, making another noise. Still nothing. Alec felt on edge, annoyed, but also a little relieved. Perhaps they weren't in?

Then he saw it, a huge beast, larger than even those before and they were by no standard small, raced through the cave entrance, towards Oto. Shit, this thing must be the alpha, no way it can be anything else. Where are the other two though, wouldn't they be here first... He pushed such thoughts aside for now, a more dangerous issue at hand right now. Alec didn't need to be told twice to open fire, you don't run that fast at something to give it a friendly handshake. He braced himself best he could for the recoil, took aim, and spewed lead at the Freak.

[Rolepgeek]

"The heck is this?" Patricia yells in bewilderment, before charging towards the Nazi, trying to duck and weave as much to avoid the flying metal around her as to avoid his weird finger bullets. As she does so, she ends up, almost herding the items, as they are forced to follow her strange movements, and ducks to try and avoid a shot from him, sending them flying towards the Nazi, though she reall only tried to get a good angle for the buckshot that she fired immediately afterwards.

Basically, try to herd the items likes that, but 'accidentally'. I want to do it, but's better for the story if it's not on purpose.

[Stirk]

Spoiler (click to show/hide)

Name: Alec Rowe
Age: 27
Equipment: Sledge hammer, pack of cigarets (3), Lighter (full), Ares Shrike, 175 5.56 rounds (Loaded).
HP: 15
Stats
Int: 8
Str: 15
Agi: 7
Skills: Close Combat (3), Demolition (3), Heavy weapons (1)
Advantages: Determined
Disadvantages: Chain-Smoker, Stressed
Perks: Large Frame, Good Samaritan, Quiet
Quirks: Quiet, Good Samaritan, Large Frame
Bio: Alec grew up in a big city in the US. He was large by most standards, even as a kid, and its served him well enough. He's never been the most dexterous, indeed Alec considers himself a bit accident prone, it not being too uncommon for him to bump into things due to his large frame. He's never been the brightest either, didn't do too bad in school but did noticeably lag behind some of the other students. It wasn't that he couldn't apply what he learned, it was that it simply took him longer to learn something that came more naturally to others.

But, what he prides himself in is his strength. Being large, most people let him be as who would want to mess with that one kid about a foot or two taller than about everyone else? That was always fine with him, left him time to himself. Alec always appreciated his time alone, enjoyed it indeed. For when he was alone, all the pressures of the world just slipped away from him, he could relax without having to feel like he was constantly playing catch-up with everyone around him. He never really had to work hard to make his body strong, it always just seemed to be so. Knocks he's taken would often harm others, but to him it was just something he'd shrug off. Alec never found a reason to voice his pain, it was always something that was passing, something he often forgot about five minutes later anyway, so why give it a voice? He's gotten more than one weird look for stubbing his toe and taking it in silent stride with nothing more than a grimace.

But indeed, what he prided himself on the most however, was strength of spirit. While he may not of been the most brightest, he still tried his hardest to learn, while he may not of been the most dexterous, he still tried his hardest to watch his step as he could. From what he's seen, his strength has been a boon to him, one that he should use to help instead of hurt people. He's often used to giving it his all when he needs to, so he shies not from hard work.

Joining the Archangels wasn't that big of a leap for him. While he would of preferred to make instead of break, he understands that he has a certain talent with stuff and before he joined Archangel, he was a demolistionist. Not the kind that worked with bombs mind you, more the kind that worked with the machines, wielded a jack hammer or a sledge. People would often have things brought up that they didn't wish there anymore, so he was paid to bring it down. When the troubles began, and became a threat, he didn't panic but rather went to see what he could do to help as best he could. This led him to Archangel.

You hold down the trigger as you attempt to aim, bullets firing one after another as you fire at the Alpha wolf. The ammo belt enters your gun, spewing out capsules on both sides, as you fire ten bullets, some hitting the large creature and spewing blood, most smashing against the wall as your light source gets blocked by the bulking mass of the werewolf. The werewolf winces as your bullets hit, but you don't seem to hit anything important and it continues its charge. Otonashi fires his own gun at it, but you can not see him well, the werewolf is in the way. David's gun can also be heard, but he appears to be firing down the tunnel."EYES" Otonashi says quickly, over the communicator and out loud, as you rush to cover your eyes. The flash once comes again, as the werewolf howls in pain. Down the tunnel, you can now hear the other werewolves, since the gunfire has died down.

You open your eyes again, and Otonashi had dodged to the side, taking position behind the spike, firing his pistol at the alpha, focusing the light there as well, as the creature continued to attack. Down the hallway, the wolves continued unabated.

What do you do now?

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Name: Patricia Garfien
Age: 37
Equipment: Backpack :Surgical bag, hatchet, (Speed loader) ,whiskey flask (3), rosary, glasses, Glock, Glock magazine (3), double barreled shotgun, HELLFIRE shells (4), shotgun shells (26), grenade (1),   Glasses case
HP: 11
Stats:
Int: 9
Str: 11
Agi: 10
Skills: General Medic(3), Small Arms (3), Shotgun (2), Sub-machine gun (2)
Advantages: She has steady hands, and is very calm in high stress situations. This can be a lifesaver in the field.
Disadvantages: Territorial about her work, needs glasses/contacts(farsighted), and a functional alcoholic.
Perks: Excellent bedside manner.
Quirks: Racist. Yep. Against EVERYONE. Not to the point where she dislikes them, just the point where she believes just about every stereotype there is. Curiously enough, not religious, or homophobic, or sexist. I can change this if it might cause problems.
Bio: Patricia grew up in southern Texaz, raised by two rich white parents who fit every stereotype of rich white people there was, or almost. They did love their daughter, but they were also assholes to most people below their station. When she became a surgeon in college, they were delighted to see their little girl take up such a proud profession. When the chupacabras started striking, she managed to save her brother's life, barely, but had to run, and he was left behind. She rode a horse for hours, eventually letting the poor thing rest, where she was taken in by some kind colored people. Long story short, she ended up joining the Archangel foundation, to help keep the fighting men alive. That said, being a Texan, she's not bad with a pistol either...

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You dodge around, definitely not trying to send things flying at the Nazi, as you attempt to get closer. The Nazi fires at you, causing you to duck, as several of the knives charging at you continue their path, whacking themselves in the cement that expelled them. The Nazi aimed his finger gun again, firing a bullet at the distracted cowboy this time, with a mockery of a smile on his face. The cowboy hits the ground, dodging the sword above him, and causing the bullet to hit said sword, sending it falling down. Several knives still follow you, as you try to dodge around them while getting closer. He points his gun at you and you duck, sending a knife behind you spiraling toward him, as the cowboy takes his freedom to shoot his own gun, sending a bullet into the concrete protecting the Nazi. The knife flies toward the Nazi without stopping, cutting into his cheek. Strangely, the wound sparks, leaving a wound like chipped metal. While you had avoided the tools, several other items had begun crossing over the isles and fire in order to assault you, everything from a fake mummy to an old shoe, had started walking at you, slowly and carefully, apparently attempting to avoid the friendly fire mistake.

Over the communicator, a somewhat mutated "Patricia, hit the ground!" comes from Apollo, as they burst the door open. Charlie and Goldman had joined them, and all of them where wearing gas-masks. The twins where holding their gun's sideways close to their face, and Goldman had taken out his pistol, his rifle on his back.

What do you do now?