Turn 10
Taric smiles somewhat gleefully at the word 'looting'... disturbingly enough. He heads out into the city, looking around using both visual and aural senses, combined with intuition for finding a good place. The streets are oddly deserted. Even with the abductions, there should be people on the main streets. But he can't even see one person. Maybe because this is residential, who knows. He finds a seemingly good place, and can't hear anything. It looks deserted; The door is even unlocked. Eagerly, he reaches out, and twists the handle, slowly inching the door open. Deciding everything is safe, he steps in. Stairs on the right, door at 12 o'clock, and an open archway in the wall to the left. Let's take the left first! Turn the corner. [1] What is that odd mechanical noi- BOOM. Blood and brains spray across the wall behind him. "Quick, let's get out of here... I TOLD you they'd find us here!" Of course, this is lost on Taric's dead ears. Not a moment after they left, Taric's head begins regrowing... and the first thing his brain shouts at him? IT HURTS! After one HELL of a headache fades away, Taric finally feels able to open his eyes. He's lying in a puddle of his own gore, and feels like he had one hell of a booze party last night. But hey, that probably means there's valuables they left behind, right? ... Fortunately, getting his head blown off is only a minor issue for Taric.
Jannele flies around the city. Not really anyone to watch her, either. Looking for higher story windows to climb in is her first thought. So she looks. Hey, this house looks empty. The window is [5] unlocked. Joyful day. Climbing in the window with a bit of difficulty due to her wings, Jannele takes a right into the closest door. It's some sort of bedroom... Hell, it looks like someone just left it. Going closer and feeling the bed, it is cold, so it wasn't used recently. After a quick look around [1] nothing reveals itself of use in the room. Except for a portable radio with no batteries. But what use it that? Really...
Desmond grimaces at the suggestion of looting; He wasn't a burglar, just a victim. Right? He wandered out the Hospital into a back alley of sorts, and started swinging the sword in practice strokes. Slowly, the speed of his strokes starts picking up. Unnoticed, the speed keeps rising untill one slip and the sword is sent flying, sparking off the wall, to clatter on the ground. Retrieving the sword, Desmond shudders a bit. Something feels wrong about this town... down to his very bones. This alleyway itself is too echoey... And there must be someone near-by, because there are whispers... the acoustics must be really bad, because the whispering is making him feel a bit dizzy. Not too bad, but just enough to make him lose his sense of gravity for a second. He slumps against a wall for support... and the whispering intensifies? It's like a chorus, all whispering in some sickeningly low tone, volume raising again and again... [2] Not good. Desmond can't stand anymore. Struggling to get up, Desmond uses the sword as a crutch, his legs shaking underneath him. Footsteps... and the whispering growing louder and louder. Then, he realises... this is a psychic attack. The Human vocal chords cannot make a sound like that. And then suddenly, it stops. The footsteps are gone too. Only because of the support can he stay upright. After a few moments, strength begins returning to his legs.
Cal saunters the streets, away from the others, looking for a good weapon. With his strength, a nice melee weapon would do good. Jumping the fence to a house, he grins gap-toothedly at the garden shed. He kicks down the door, chuckling slightly evilly. Inside is any number of tools he could use... there's an axe! He picks it up, heaving it. It has a good weight. Next to nothing. Deciding to test it out, he swings it at the back door to the house. Needless to say, the door splinters right off it's hinges. Whistling a tune, Cal walks off, back towards the Hospital.
Kin, wanting to see the entire city, goes looking for some stairs in the hopsital. It was by far the tallest building, so it would have the best view. She found the stairs easily... and started climbing. And climbing. And- oh damn it, this is taking too long. Eventually, after many minutes of climbing agony, she reaches the rooftop. The wind here is whipping around her, threatening to push her off. Thankfully, there is a rail at the side of the building. She rushes over, and looks over it. The view is... awesome! The surrounding countryside... the city. A few people that look like ants! It's simply amazing.
Tarran sighs slightly as the doctor smears some cold gel-like substance over his arms. When he is done, the Doctor begins to bandage them... "These will probably leave a mark. How did it happen, if you don't mind me asking?" The Doctor is trying to make small talk. All you know is, this guy, you'll probably never see him again.
Shawn and Rebecca wander the streets, following butterflies as they flutter by. A flash of knowledge wiggles it's way into Rebecca's mind; Nearly every house in this entire city has a computer, most likely. Walking up to a door, she knocks politely. That's only good manners, right? Shawn follows her, curiously. It seems noone is home, and the door is unlocked, so she lets herself in. Then the search begins; First room on the left: Kitchen. Second on the Left: Leisure Activities? A Television, some weird boxes that are called 'Game Consoles', a shelf of plastic cases with words on them and... A-ha! A Computer. She sits down at the Computer... but can't remember how to work it. Shawn inconspicuously presses the on button.
Herbert is also patched up. I forgot to mention it, and I don't have time to go in detail,
but he has been stitched and bandaged properly.
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Topic: The Star of Xaviros! Sci-Fi Fantasy RTD. /Turn 15\ (Read 15590 times)