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Entry tags:
- !plot: at the mountains of madness,
- batman,
- billy cranston,
- brenda,
- dustin silver,
- erwin fischer,
- fate testarossa harlaown,
- fletcher tringham,
- hellion,
- jamie mccrimmon,
- kang,
- katara,
- kaylee frye,
- lash,
- lex luthor,
- loren,
- lyle norg,
- miku hinasaki,
- plays-in-traffic,
- renne,
- robert donovan,
- robin,
- rtas 'vadum,
- russel tringham,
- samus aran,
- sawyer,
- sheeana,
- sofia mantega,
- stature,
- steve burnside,
- supergirl,
- superman,
- toph,
- yoshimi ito
The Battle That Ended The Century
People say that war is hell. This looked it.
Buildings and cars and bodies are scattered like broken toys as far as the eye can see, stretching out toward a dirty horizon. Even the clouds seems streaked with mud and blood, and they're taking it out on everyone below with a constant stream of cold, soaking rain.
The sounds of fighting seem to come from all directions, but at this moment, there's no one else in sight.
A breather. The calm before the storm.
[[OOC: This is for everyone who was involved with "The Lurking Fear". Questions go to Milo or Kaylin.]]
Buildings and cars and bodies are scattered like broken toys as far as the eye can see, stretching out toward a dirty horizon. Even the clouds seems streaked with mud and blood, and they're taking it out on everyone below with a constant stream of cold, soaking rain.
The sounds of fighting seem to come from all directions, but at this moment, there's no one else in sight.
A breather. The calm before the storm.
[[OOC: This is for everyone who was involved with "The Lurking Fear". Questions go to Milo or Kaylin.]]
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"It's not your fault," he says then. "I was the one who attacked ye to start with when I was already hurt." Which was probably not the best plan, all things considered - but Jamie has a problem thinking these sort of things through. However, he is keenly aware that having a lengthy discussion about the situation right now is a bad, bad idea. If they both make it through this, they can work things out then.
"Look, we can talk about it later. Can ye move? I think we need to find some of the others before that giant slavering beastie heads back this way."
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"Affi---yes," he confirms in that raspy voice, choosing the shorter word for once. He stands, more slowly than usual and slightly clumsy, but manages it all the same. Then, he's moving next to Jamie, looking in all directions for other signs of life. "Check the rubble?"
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"Dead," he says regretfully. Poor fellow. The man still has his weapons on him, however. There's a moment's hesitation, but Jamie's practicality wins out over any lingering doubts about taking things from the dead. They're going to need whatever they can find. He slings the rifle over his shoulder, and stumps back over to Billy, offering out the man's knife hilt first.
"Here. I found my knife." It's in its usual spot at his waist now. "Ye take this, and we'll see about getting some more weapons, aye?"
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Glancing down at Jamie's leg, then up at the rifle, Billy winces with guilt before voicing his idea. "I'll fight close-range, you shoot?"
He's still looking for a long-range weapon of his own, though. Billy moves through a path left in a pile of rubble, searching high and low for monsters and friends alike. Even monster-infested friends, he thinks bitterly.
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"Billy, please..." He trails off, however, when the idea is mentioned, then shakes his head. Billy is physically in a little better shape at the moment, but Jamie's not sure how up he is to a hand-to-hand fight, considering what he's just gone through.
"If we can find ye a rifle, too, it'd be better. And more ammo. There wasna a lot there."
He looks at one of the taller piles of rubble a bit dubiously. "Maybe if I can get up there I can see if I can spot someone." He's stubborn enough to think he can do it, too, even with the leg.
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Dropping his head, he walks back over and glances up at the same pile. Giving Jamie a look that said 'no, let me', he crawls up. To his credit, he only stumbles once. Then, he peeks out---nothing but monsters, but is one coming his way?
It is. It's a nightmare clown, leaked out from someone else's nightmare. "Clown," he croaks down to Jamie. It's advancing with the usual exaggerated grin, but this one has a more sinister twist. Glittering claws are extended. And he's coming closer...
Billy panics. This isn't a putty fight. The clown could be one of the crew corrupted to evil, like he was not long ago. Oh, why can't they have tranquilizer guns? As Billy thinks, the clown spots him---and charges. Only a few well-placed gunshots keep his head from being sliced and diced.
Now he feels nauseous. That wasn't a crew member, right? Oh, please don't let it be. When Billy drops back down to Jamie, the Scot might notice his considerably paler face.
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It's a good thing he's done that, as he finds when the clown charges. There's a few moments when he can safely fire and not hit Billy, and he's relieved when the evil thing falls. He reloads the rifle - in case there are more corrupted children's entertainers amidst the rubble.
He's not thinking of it as being a crew member, though, and he shakes his head. "Och, who has clowns as a nightmare?" Jamie thinks that's rather daft, to be honest.
Or at least he does right up until the point the clown gets back up. Zombies as nightmares he does understand all too well. "Look out, Billy!" he calls, even as he brings the rifle to bear, aiming for the head.
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And---oh, fiddlesticks, the clown's up and charging again. Grunting, he rolls out of Jamie's way upon hearing the other's rifle. Rats. The clown's too close for grenades to be useful, and hand to hand combat would get in Jamie's way. So Billy waits, preparing to spring if the shots don't take him down.
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The clown continues in its deadly charge, and Jamie feels like he's pushing through mud as he goes to discard the rifle and pull his knife. Then, abruptly, the clown drops in its tracks. Time resumes its normal pace. The body of the nightmare lies there, a hole drilled neatly through its head.
Jamie looks over at Billy, and swallows. That was closer than he would have liked. "I think I can see why." He lets out his breath in a sudden rush. "Is it dead, ye think?"
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"Let's go. Soldiers are coming." A series of gunshots strikes nearby then, as if on cue. Billy dives after the first few shots, reaching out to make sure Jamie is out of harm's way. Once sure of that, he peeks up---quickly dodging more bullets. But that was long enough for him to see that no crew members were in the vicinity. He thinks. Perhaps a distraction...?
The decision's made. He reaches to a bag he'd picked up and pulls the pin on a grenade, lobbing it at a wall above the soldiers. More rubble falls, effectively trapping them for now. That taken care of, he looks to Jamie. "You okay?"
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He nods when Billy returns, not trusting himself to speak for a moment, then clears his throat. "Aye," he says briefly, then adds, "You're right, though. We need to get out of here if we can."
Maneuvering himself into a better position, he looks around to see if there's a better way to go. "Maybe if we try over here?"