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entrancelogs2016-04-16 07:25 pm
circlejerked) wrote in entrancelogs2016-04-16 07:25 pm
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chewing through the ropes
Who: Anders (circlejerked) and Solas (cabalistically).
Where: Mansion.
When: April 16th.
Rating: PG-13 for roasted zombies.
Summary: What are two mages to do when the fungal zombie apocalypse strikes? Set some bitches on fire, of course.
The Story:
[After he sees the two girls get attacked, Anders keeps a close eye on the network and is there for the other girl to admit this is a case of deja vu for her. He doesn't know what a zombie is, precisely, but an infected, pseudo-undead thing prone to attacking people and releasing spores like a mutant plant sounds like the sort of thing one crosses to the other street for.
Better safe than sorry. He arms up and runs through every precaution he knows of, magical or otherwise, to prevent contracting toxins. Once he's confident the cats are secure, he heads out, a face scarf resting on his collar.
He scopes out the third floor. It's quiet.
So is the second floor.
On the first floor, he pulls the scarf up around his mouth and nose. These things may be a floor below, but as said on the network, the alarming thing about this event is that there's nothing stopping it from spreading. Anders is infinitely glad he puts the scarf on before he decides whether to go looking for supplies on the first floor or head deeper below for a peek, because there's a scuffle of noise from around the corner on the basement staircase.
A beat of silence passes. Anders strains to hear, and gets the strangest sense the culprit is doing the same. Then all of a sudden footsteps pound and a disfigured man bursts into the open, feet scrambling on the floor in his haste. The bulbous face is unfamiliar, but it ceases to matter once the infected gets a good look at him.
At first glimpse, his bloody mouth opens wide and he releases a bloodcurdling shriek. He charges up the stairs.
Maker, this isn't what Anders had signed up for.
Anders sidesteps, a potentially hazardous thing to do on a set of narrow stairs, and his attacker stumbles as he tries to regain his balance. It gives Anders the chance to land a blow to the back of the screaming man's head with his staff, which thankfully shuts him up. Or to be precise, the edge of the stair shuts him up when his face slams into it. Stunned, the runner doesn't resist Anders using the end of his staff to push him, sending him rolling down the rest.
It isn't much of a fight. An open and shut case, Anders thinks.
His final score is a bit premature. It doesn't account for the second runner that comes racing out of the darkness.]
circlejerked) and Solas (cabalistically).Where: Mansion.
When: April 16th.
Rating: PG-13 for roasted zombies.
Summary: What are two mages to do when the fungal zombie apocalypse strikes? Set some bitches on fire, of course.
The Story:
[After he sees the two girls get attacked, Anders keeps a close eye on the network and is there for the other girl to admit this is a case of deja vu for her. He doesn't know what a zombie is, precisely, but an infected, pseudo-undead thing prone to attacking people and releasing spores like a mutant plant sounds like the sort of thing one crosses to the other street for.
Better safe than sorry. He arms up and runs through every precaution he knows of, magical or otherwise, to prevent contracting toxins. Once he's confident the cats are secure, he heads out, a face scarf resting on his collar.
He scopes out the third floor. It's quiet.
So is the second floor.
On the first floor, he pulls the scarf up around his mouth and nose. These things may be a floor below, but as said on the network, the alarming thing about this event is that there's nothing stopping it from spreading. Anders is infinitely glad he puts the scarf on before he decides whether to go looking for supplies on the first floor or head deeper below for a peek, because there's a scuffle of noise from around the corner on the basement staircase.
A beat of silence passes. Anders strains to hear, and gets the strangest sense the culprit is doing the same. Then all of a sudden footsteps pound and a disfigured man bursts into the open, feet scrambling on the floor in his haste. The bulbous face is unfamiliar, but it ceases to matter once the infected gets a good look at him.
At first glimpse, his bloody mouth opens wide and he releases a bloodcurdling shriek. He charges up the stairs.
Maker, this isn't what Anders had signed up for.
Anders sidesteps, a potentially hazardous thing to do on a set of narrow stairs, and his attacker stumbles as he tries to regain his balance. It gives Anders the chance to land a blow to the back of the screaming man's head with his staff, which thankfully shuts him up. Or to be precise, the edge of the stair shuts him up when his face slams into it. Stunned, the runner doesn't resist Anders using the end of his staff to push him, sending him rolling down the rest.
It isn't much of a fight. An open and shut case, Anders thinks.
His final score is a bit premature. It doesn't account for the second runner that comes racing out of the darkness.]
no subject
He dons his armor, casts a series of complicated spells to help protect himself from airborne contagions, and lastly, draws his cowl up around his face. There is little else he can do. He doesn’t have one of the odd looking helmets he’s seem others wearing and he is confident in his magic, even here cut off from the Fade. It will suffice.
In all honesty, he doesn’t want to get involved. Although he doesn’t wish ill on anyone here, none of them are his people. He doesn’t feel unduly compelled to risk himself on protecting them. Yet he is curious about these creatures and if he can prevent others from coming to harm, he supposes that it won’t be that much of an inconvenience. It would be foolish to sacrifice what allies he might find among the captives.
So out he goes, after securing his rooms and the animals within from tampering. Layers of wards and barriers, he believes, will keep unwanted visitors out. For the most part, the mansion seems quiet, at least until he reaches the lower levels.
There he hears a scream and when he goes to investigate… He finds one of the creatures racing toward Anders.
A bolt of lightning blasts it backwards away from the man and a gout of flame surrounds it, rapidly burning it to ash. If the creatures carry disease, best not to let it spread. Stepping into view, Solas gives Anders a brief once-over. ]
I trust you are well?
no subject
The spellcaster turns out to be one he recognizes as he quickly comes to see. Solas.]
You sure know how to make an entrance. Nice moves there, Solas.
[His blood is up from the sudden surprise of the fight, breath coming slightly harder than before, but underneath the protective layer of the scarf his voice is invigorated and cheerful. Nothing like mutants on the rampage to get your heart pumping.
The first zombie groans from the foot of the stairs and starts to climb to its feet. Before it can recover, Anders flicks his hand and sets it alight to join the other zombie. No sense going easy on these things when there are probably more coming.]
Never better! Homicidal undead makes me feel like we're back in Thedas. How have you been faring?