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− | | location = Okuda Metal Inc - Honolulu | + | | location = Okuda Metal Inc - [[Honolulu]] |
| plots = [[Plot:The Boneyard]] | | plots = [[Plot:The Boneyard]] | ||
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It's early evening, though in Hawaii in the summer, that doesn't necessarily mean that there are fewer people in any given area. The edge of Downtown Honolulu isn't necessarily the most touristy of tourist areas. It's not //dark// dark, but the sun has dipped below the horizon, so it'll be getting there soon enough. People are passing by, though they have the general look of going either to the beach, or home, not necessarily lingering right here. | It's early evening, though in Hawaii in the summer, that doesn't necessarily mean that there are fewer people in any given area. The edge of Downtown Honolulu isn't necessarily the most touristy of tourist areas. It's not //dark// dark, but the sun has dipped below the horizon, so it'll be getting there soon enough. People are passing by, though they have the general look of going either to the beach, or home, not necessarily lingering right here. | ||
− | Sylvi had likely enjoyed her afternoon, if her broad smile and quietly relaxed gait had any sort of indication on the matter. Over her back she had slung a case of some sort, the thing fairly large, but fit | + | Sylvi had likely enjoyed her afternoon, if her broad smile and quietly relaxed gait had any sort of indication on the matter. Over her back she had slung a case of some sort, the thing fairly large, but fit snugly against her body. Looking over at Kirsi, she winked to her, gray-blue eyes luminous and sparkling with good cheer. "That was so much of the fun, we have to do that again soon. I haven't spent a full afternoon at the range in far too long." Motioning toward the outskirts of Downtown, Sylvi had purposefully steered them this way, it would seem. "We'll still get some dinner, but I kind of wanted to... peek down the alleys and what not. I know it's foolish, there's no chance that I'll run into the damn blodsugere just walking around. But still, after last night, I feel like I should at least look. Even if I haven't heard back from head office if I can just start burning the streets down with some sort of flame thrower in search of them." Sylvi smirked slightly. |
As for clothing, she'd kept it simple in a pair of short, jean, cut-offs that left her long muscular legs free of any extra layers. Of course, after you'd worked that hard on getting a nice all-over tan, you didn't want to hide it, right? For a top, she'd chosen another simple garment, a light pink, ribbed tank top with the word Angel across the front in white print. The shirt went great with her pink Adidas with white stripes and the matching ankle socks. Everything fit well, but nothing Sylvi wore left any extra cloth to use for hand-holds, really. Even her long, blonde hair was pulled back into a high ponytail and then braided tightly into a tawny rope that hit her below mid-back. | As for clothing, she'd kept it simple in a pair of short, jean, cut-offs that left her long muscular legs free of any extra layers. Of course, after you'd worked that hard on getting a nice all-over tan, you didn't want to hide it, right? For a top, she'd chosen another simple garment, a light pink, ribbed tank top with the word Angel across the front in white print. The shirt went great with her pink Adidas with white stripes and the matching ankle socks. Everything fit well, but nothing Sylvi wore left any extra cloth to use for hand-holds, really. Even her long, blonde hair was pulled back into a high ponytail and then braided tightly into a tawny rope that hit her below mid-back. | ||
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− | Iara nods to Sylvi and continues to move quietly. She | + | Iara nods to Sylvi and continues to move quietly. She continues to peer around, deciding that introductions can wait til later. For now, she moves cautiously, keeping an ear peeled for any sign of trouble, but picking up little more than the sound of...Wait, was that..Grunting? From the other side of the fence? She steps to the foot of the fence, peering up..Waay up. Guess she wont be climbing that thing! And it looks like there's a hole in the fence, fortunately? But as Sylvi goes in first, she steps back and waits for now, continuing to peel her ears for anything funny. |
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− | Iara blinks as she sees the boot on the ground, scratching her head and just shrugs at Kirsi. Still, she peeks around, trying to get a better look, waiting to see if Sylvi has discovered anything. She closes her eyes this time, | + | Iara blinks as she sees the boot on the ground, scratching her head and just shrugs at Kirsi. Still, she peeks around, trying to get a better look, waiting to see if Sylvi has discovered anything. She closes her eyes this time, opening up her senses fully now, relying more on her keen sense of hearing than anything else. |
Then, when she finally understands what she is hearing and smelling, Iara gives a shudder. "They're..Not human..They're not even alive!" She opens her eyes then, catching sight of the creatures and grits her teeth. "Zombies...?" It is then that the piece of metal goes flying and she flinches, darting back. | Then, when she finally understands what she is hearing and smelling, Iara gives a shudder. "They're..Not human..They're not even alive!" She opens her eyes then, catching sight of the creatures and grits her teeth. "Zombies...?" It is then that the piece of metal goes flying and she flinches, darting back. | ||
− | "Sylvi, are you alright?" Once she's ascertained that she is, Iara's usually gentle amber eyes narrow, become | + | "Sylvi, are you alright?" Once she's ascertained that she is, Iara's usually gentle amber eyes narrow, become hardened, determined. "That's it, I'm going in. If that guy is still alive, I've got to help him..!" she steps through the hole after Sylvi and also checks over his condition before trying to deal with the monsters. "Is he alive?" She still speaks in whispers, not wanting to attract the monsters' attention anymore than she has to. |
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The other is practically a skeleton. Its flesh is literally sloughing off as its bony fingers digging into the pile of scrap. It tosses another piece of metal behind it, then just continues to dig in the pile. | The other is practically a skeleton. Its flesh is literally sloughing off as its bony fingers digging into the pile of scrap. It tosses another piece of metal behind it, then just continues to dig in the pile. | ||
− | The figure that Kirsi saw seems to be a man, with an Okuda Metals Inc. | + | The figure that Kirsi saw seems to be a man, with an Okuda Metals Inc. work shirt on his torso and a bloody wound on his head. He is either unconscious or dead, and the zombies are completely ignoring him for the moment, intent as they are on whatever they're looking for. |
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− | The talking on the phone does catch the zombies' attention. The really dead one looks over its shoulder, scanning with its one remaining eye until it sees Sylvi and Iara just as they get behind the metal barrier. It reaches down, grabbing a piece of | + | The talking on the phone does catch the zombies' attention. The really dead one looks over its shoulder, scanning with its one remaining eye until it sees Sylvi and Iara just as they get behind the metal barrier. It reaches down, grabbing a piece of re-bar which it flings in the direction of where the guy is. The bar misses that barrier by several feet, though it does land within reach of Sylvi, should she decide to break cover and grab it. The zombie does not pursue that quarry, though, and instead goes back to digging through the pile. However, it's just in time to dodge that swipe from Kirsi, too -- it dodges a lot better than it throws. |
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− | Iara smiles at Kirsi and smiles, "No worries, just didn't want you to think I'm crazy or anything." glancing at Sylvi, she shrugs, "Sorry, can't risk a life, it's not worth it." Hey, she wasn't exactly yelling | + | Iara smiles at Kirsi and smiles, "No worries, just didn't want you to think I'm crazy or anything." glancing at Sylvi, she shrugs, "Sorry, can't risk a life, it's not worth it." Hey, she wasn't exactly yelling after all. She continues to work on the unconscious man, checking his pupils, searching his body for any other wounds but focuses primarily on trying to stop the blood flow from his head. |
Fortunately her shrug is pretty stretchy and the sleeves are long enough that she can wrap them around his head, soaking up enough of the blood to stabilize him for now. When the piece of metal flies in her direction, she braces herself for impact, wrapping her body protectively around the man's unconscious form. Fortunately the zombie misses and she breathes out a sigh of relief. "What on earth are they searching for?" she ponders aloud. | Fortunately her shrug is pretty stretchy and the sleeves are long enough that she can wrap them around his head, soaking up enough of the blood to stabilize him for now. When the piece of metal flies in her direction, she braces herself for impact, wrapping her body protectively around the man's unconscious form. Fortunately the zombie misses and she breathes out a sigh of relief. "What on earth are they searching for?" she ponders aloud. | ||
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− | Kirsi's quiet now, because she's trying to dodge zombie attacks. She dances back from the swipe of the second zombie coming to protect the first. "Silent but not deadly," she whispers at Sylvi due to the Amazon's miss, but it's a friendly barb, said with sisterly love. She glares at the zombie grabbing at her, and veers back, both hands on the | + | Kirsi's quiet now, because she's trying to dodge zombie attacks. She dances back from the swipe of the second zombie coming to protect the first. "Silent but not deadly," she whispers at Sylvi due to the Amazon's miss, but it's a friendly barb, said with sisterly love. She glares at the zombie grabbing at her, and veers back, both hands on the re-bar like it's a Louisville Slugger, and swings like she's about to hit a ball, smacking the thing in the shoulder as it lurches awkwardly in front of her. "Stee-rike." It's quiet. She's now channeling Buffy, not Evil Willow. |
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− | The zombie may have missed Kirsi the first time, but it's not going to be deterred like its fellow. Maybe it's because it's newer, more freshly dead -- whatever the case, it doesn't seem as dogged in its pursuit of whatever it's pursuing. After dodging the arrow from Sylvi, it | + | The zombie may have missed Kirsi the first time, but it's not going to be deterred like its fellow. Maybe it's because it's newer, more freshly dead -- whatever the case, it doesn't seem as dogged in its pursuit of whatever it's pursuing. After dodging the arrow from Sylvi, it swipes for Kirsi again, this time making contact. It's not much, but its strength can be felt in that punch. |
− | Iara glances around, watching the battle unfold nearby, but refuses to abandon the unconscious man. | + | Iara glances around, watching the battle unfold nearby, but refuses to abandon the unconscious man. After all, his breathing could stop at any minute and he is still too near to danger for her to feel comfortable. She periodically checks on his vital signs, and tries to keep his body as still as possible, still applying pressure to his head wound. The sound of sirens is a relief, although it may be a bit difficult to explain the zombies. |
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− | The zombie's punch makes Kirsi stagger back a couple of feet, and she wrinkles her nose, swiping at her face like she can rub off the bacteria that no doubt is now all over her skin. "God, I need a shower," she says, a little shudder running through her shoulders. She pulls up the | + | The zombie's punch makes Kirsi stagger back a couple of feet, and she wrinkles her nose, swiping at her face like she can rub off the bacteria that no doubt is now all over her skin. "God, I need a shower," she says, a little shudder running through her shoulders. She pulls up the re-bar again, this time slamming the thing rather than swinging it, so that the end of it hits the zombie in the chest, trying to knock him over as well as maybe, you know, break its ribs, or the like. "They can die, just gotta bash them a lot..." She glances at up at the siren. "Shit." |
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− | Iara shakes her head at Sylvi. "Soon as the ambulance comes, I will assist you as best as I can. This guy is on the brink of death, and I cannot leave him for a second or he may die. Just a little longer.." She nods to Kirsi as she explains how zombies work, still doing her best to keep the wound from spilling out anymore than it has, and her hand has not left his head for one moment, still regularly checking his vitals The sound of nearby sirens is a good sign, really. "That's a relief.. | + | Iara shakes her head at Sylvi. "Soon as the ambulance comes, I will assist you as best as I can. This guy is on the brink of death, and I cannot leave him for a second or he may die. Just a little longer.." She nods to Kirsi as she explains how zombies work, still doing her best to keep the wound from spilling out anymore than it has, and her hand has not left his head for one moment, still regularly checking his vitals The sound of nearby sirens is a good sign, really. "That's a relief..Don't worry about the ambulance, I'll..Try to explain it, somehow." |
− | "Nice shot," Kirsi says, wiping her face again, no doubt still feeling the cold clamminess of the flesh that punched her. She wheels around to try to shove that length of | + | "Nice shot," Kirsi says, wiping her face again, no doubt still feeling the cold clamminess of the flesh that punched her. She wheels around to try to shove that length of re-bar through the throat of the other zombie. She connects, but the contact doesn't seem to do much to phase him. "It's like fighting a brick wall, I swear," she grunts, rubbing one of her hands on her shorts, then the other, no doubt feeling the reverberation in her fingers and knuckles from her hits. |
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− | The zombie gets held again, and then its prize is being taken away from it when it had it in its grasp! Kirsi pulls its shirt up just enough to reveal what looks like some sort of | + | The zombie gets held again, and then its prize is being taken away from it when it had it in its grasp! Kirsi pulls its shirt up just enough to reveal what looks like some sort of walkie-talkie or radio receiver -- or something -- clipped to its rather gross belt, right before it makes an attempt to get the circuit board back from Iara, though it misses. |
− | Sylvi cocked her head to the side. "What the hell...?" She looked at Kirsi, then at Iara. As the darker haired woman battled with the zombie over ownership of the circuit board, Syl waited for a good angle. "Juuust like | + | Sylvi cocked her head to the side. "What the hell...?" She looked at Kirsi, then at Iara. As the darker haired woman battled with the zombie over ownership of the circuit board, Syl waited for a good angle. "Juuust like fishing with the polar bears, ja?" This said under her breath to a silly, slight, tune like she was humming a song. Then she reached in and gripped the radio, rather firmly, jerking back hard enough that the apparently rotten belt breaks and the whole strip of the belt + the radio is all pulled free. Sylvi was left holding onto the belt, then shook her head, dropped the radio to the ground, and crushed it under her heel, rather savagely. "Shit, check the other one!" |
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− | Sylvi sighed and looked at the two zombies, frowning. "Alright. I think... I'll just rot them down to nothing. If you two want to step back, ja?" She took hold of the zombie that was just standing there and moved it closer to the other one, so they were right there, hanging out... fairly useless. "We don't want these being used again, or going back home to... mum or dad, ja?" She took a breath, nodding to the two ladies when they gave their | + | Sylvi sighed and looked at the two zombies, frowning. "Alright. I think... I'll just rot them down to nothing. If you two want to step back, ja?" She took hold of the zombie that was just standing there and moved it closer to the other one, so they were right there, hanging out... fairly useless. "We don't want these being used again, or going back home to... mum or dad, ja?" She took a breath, nodding to the two ladies when they gave their acquiescence. "Ja." Lifting her hand, Sylvi stared at the two zombies as a sickly, oily green shimmer started around them, starting at their feet. "Smertevann." She spoke it quietly, her wings coming into full view, the thick, luxuriously black feathers of a raven done large enough to carry the tall woman easily. They ruffled slightly, as her eyes slicked with the same green, sickly color, then flashed with pale glimpses of verdant lightning. The zombies, as the process went, slowly rotted to liquid, then to what looked like mold, then eventually, were just two, greasy black spots with piles of silica where their hair had been and calcium powder that was only vaguely held to form via the grease from their once-flesh. |
− | Iara arches a brow, nodding wordlessly as Sylvi gives her enough warning and she steps back to a safe point of view as she watches, a little shudder going through her body. It's almost..Creepy. Is that magic..? "Those wings..I've seen them before..You're a | + | Iara arches a brow, nodding wordlessly as Sylvi gives her enough warning and she steps back to a safe point of view as she watches, a little shudder going through her body. It's almost..Creepy. Is that magic..? "Those wings..I've seen them before..You're a Valkyrie..?" still, she sighs softly as she watches the zombies get dissolved to nothing, her healer instinct immediately taking over, almost feeling sorry for the things. "But who would have the technology and know-how to control zombies..And for what purpose?" she bites her lip, peering back at the circuit board, "I suppose I can keep it for safe keeping, until I can find someone who knows more about these things." she nods to the two of them. "Well, it's been...Interesting, you two are pretty strong, glad I'm not on the receiving end." she smiles, "I'll let you know if I find anything more on this circuit board here. But for now, I should head home." |
− | "Well, that was fairly disgusting," says Kirsi, wrinkling her nose at Sylvi's little spell. "Clever trick, though." She glances to Iara. "Don't think it's too high tech. These look like walkie talkies or something. The know-how, that's another thing. A necromancer, is the terrifying answer to that. The question is what he's trying to do with that technology." The circuit board is nodded to. "And why he needs zombies to do it. I mean, really, just call the Geek Squad, am I right?" She heads to that hole in the fence, bringing with her the broken radio she doesn't plan to leave behind for any new zombies or their maker to find. "Let's go to the gym, hit the showers, then go find some beer, ja?" she says to Sylvi, holding the fence open for her sister from another mister to follow on through. "Be safe," she adds to Iara, before straightening up and heading back toward where they left the car. | + | "Well, that was fairly disgusting," says Kirsi, wrinkling her nose at Sylvi's little spell. "Clever trick, though." She glances to Iara. "Don't think it's too high tech. These look like walkie-talkies or something. The know-how, that's another thing. A necromancer, is the terrifying answer to that. The question is what he's trying to do with that technology." The circuit board is nodded to. "And why he needs zombies to do it. I mean, really, just call the Geek Squad, am I right?" She heads to that hole in the fence, bringing with her the broken radio she doesn't plan to leave behind for any new zombies or their maker to find. "Let's go to the gym, hit the showers, then go find some beer, ja?" she says to Sylvi, holding the fence open for her sister from another mister to follow on through. "Be safe," she adds to Iara, before straightening up and heading back toward where they left the car. |
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Dramatis Personae | August 17, 2008 Our heroines find some zombies on a mission, manage to foil it. |
Location
Okuda Metal Inc - Honolulu |
Plot(s) |
It's early evening, though in Hawaii in the summer, that doesn't necessarily mean that there are fewer people in any given area. The edge of Downtown Honolulu isn't necessarily the most touristy of tourist areas. It's not //dark// dark, but the sun has dipped below the horizon, so it'll be getting there soon enough. People are passing by, though they have the general look of going either to the beach, or home, not necessarily lingering right here.
As for clothing, she'd kept it simple in a pair of short, jean, cut-offs that left her long muscular legs free of any extra layers. Of course, after you'd worked that hard on getting a nice all-over tan, you didn't want to hide it, right? For a top, she'd chosen another simple garment, a light pink, ribbed tank top with the word Angel across the front in white print. The shirt went great with her pink Adidas with white stripes and the matching ankle socks. Everything fit well, but nothing Sylvi wore left any extra cloth to use for hand-holds, really. Even her long, blonde hair was pulled back into a high ponytail and then braided tightly into a tawny rope that hit her below mid-back.
"Do you hear that?" Kirsi asks, frowning, before she heads off in that direction, breaking into a run and assuming Sylvi will keep up. "Someone was calling for help -- maybe by the scrap yards out that way?" she says, her eyes skimming the distance, as if she could pinpoint the location of the cry -- it's some distance off, wherever she's going.
Then, when she finally understands what she is hearing and smelling, Iara gives a shudder. "They're..Not human..They're not even alive!" She opens her eyes then, catching sight of the creatures and grits her teeth. "Zombies...?" It is then that the piece of metal goes flying and she flinches, darting back. "Sylvi, are you alright?" Once she's ascertained that she is, Iara's usually gentle amber eyes narrow, become hardened, determined. "That's it, I'm going in. If that guy is still alive, I've got to help him..!" she steps through the hole after Sylvi and also checks over his condition before trying to deal with the monsters. "Is he alive?" She still speaks in whispers, not wanting to attract the monsters' attention anymore than she has to.
Well, that and the fact that there's a flap of skin hanging off the back of its head that is exposing its skull. The other is practically a skeleton. Its flesh is literally sloughing off as its bony fingers digging into the pile of scrap. It tosses another piece of metal behind it, then just continues to dig in the pile. The figure that Kirsi saw seems to be a man, with an Okuda Metals Inc. work shirt on his torso and a bloody wound on his head. He is either unconscious or dead, and the zombies are completely ignoring him for the moment, intent as they are on whatever they're looking for.
Kneeling next to the man once he is moved to safety, Iara tries to stabilize his neck and head as much as possible, giving him the once-over to make sure he doesn't have anything sticking out of him or any gushing wounds before checking his vitals. The bleeding head wound is noticed with a frown and she pulls off her shrug, pressing it against the wound as hard as she can, trying to stop the bleeding. "Thank goodness. He's still alive, probably just suffering from concussion and a head wound." she frowns, "He is breathing, but barely. We need to get him to a hospital!" Without a second thought, Iara instantly flips open her phone and dials 911. "I'll try and keep him alive until an ambulance arrives. Think you two can take care of them?" she nods towards the zombies.
She looks around, finding a good sized pipe that she picks up, hefting it in her hand to feel for its weight. She moves toward one of the zombies and takes a swing for it's face -- or what's left of it. Annnd it's a swing and a miss. The thing is faster than she gives it credit for.
Fortunately her shrug is pretty stretchy and the sleeves are long enough that she can wrap them around his head, soaking up enough of the blood to stabilize him for now. When the piece of metal flies in her direction, she braces herself for impact, wrapping her body protectively around the man's unconscious form. Fortunately the zombie misses and she breathes out a sigh of relief. "What on earth are they searching for?" she ponders aloud.
In the distance, there's the sound of sirens. They sound like they're getting closer.
It gets there just about when the ambulance pulls up and the EMTs start getting out. One of them starts toward it, perhaps thinking that //it// was the one that had called -- but then he sees what it actually is. "Oh my god //what the fuck// IS THAT?!"
Drawing a deep breath, Iara climbs to her feet, waving her hands. "Over here! This guy got knocked out by some crazy punks who started attacking my friends." Punks? Punks. Forget the skeletal hands and dangling flesh. She steps aside to let them load the unconscious guy onto the stretcher. "He's alive but conscious. Possible concussion, breathing is shallow, and he suffered a head-wound. I've tried to stabilize him as best as I can.."
They get the guy into the stretcher and into the back of the ambulance just as the struggling skeletal zombie breaks the hold that Sylvi has on it, and starts shambling for the exit again, still with that thing -- which, as Kirsi rightly noted, is a circuit board -- clutched in its bony fingers.
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