Eos feels like kicking something at the thought of another complication, but habit wins out. She yanks out an all-purpose antidote and dumps some of it onto Noriko's injury before giving it to the medic.
"That works, pretty much. Have Noriko drink the rest of it." As Eos begins seriously contemplating one of the bottles of wine in her bag she forgets to keep her thoughts to herself. "I want to go to sleep. Fuck this place, throwing everything at me except a goddamn yeti. Damn near nine years and no day has ever been this bad. If I had a gun I would have shot Little Miss Grenade Tosser. Amateurs, all of them. Not going to tell Daphne about this, she'll laugh and I'll shoot myself. Maybe Liam, though. Fuck."
The sight of Person Who Had Lost Several Fingers coming into the cave received little more than a half-hearted glare.
"You're up." She looks down and unstops the wine bottle, thinking out loud, "Where have I seen him before?"
edited 19th Sep '10 8:40:06 PM by Leradny
Honesty is not always the best policy...
Honesty is not always the best policy...
Honesty is not always the best policy...
"You were going to shoot me. Outside. Last night." He pulled himself the rest of the way out of the ice. "Only because I was threatening to knife you, though." he added quickly. "Then you fixed my hand." It was difficult for Damien to look sheepish—impossible, really, there was just too much of him and he had probably killed too many people, but damned if he didn't come close. "Thanks."
edited 19th Sep '10 8:47:42 PM by DaeBrayk
"You're welcome." That would explain things. If Eos had any energy to spare, she would have kicked up another fuss, but instead she shrugs and takes a draw from the wine bottle. It is...
"Red wine," she realizes from the taste. "Of course it would be red, white is made for being chilled and my luck ran out around the time I got shot with a poisoned bullet. However the fuck that works."
edited 19th Sep '10 8:50:12 PM by Leradny
"Thanks Ewossi- whatever your name was," Zoe said as she gave Noriko the antidote. "Her health's getting now."
"No day has ever been this bad you say?" Brooke commented at Eos. "So you've never been chased by the entire population of vampires in Transylvania. We could have avoided such a scenario but apparently Zoe thought they were vegetarians."
Help?.. please..."Eos," she corrects Zoe absently. She scowls at the mention of vampires. "Probably those vampires were just a bunch of servants. Or playing around. Strong vampires don't like groups and I should fucking know. What part of eight years don't they get? Fucking kids don't have any respect."
Eos takes another drink, shuddering at the taste but feeling a lot warmer and less angry. The tiny part of her devoted to remaining rational reminds her that she should be getting inside before she passes out and freezes.
She'll get around to it. Maybe.
Quon, after waiting for long enough, decides to let herself be known to them. They appear to be good. If not, then at least the less than absolute feeling of reassurance, that they do not mean harm.
The ice cavern glitters, a light seemingly emanating within the walls.
She pauses, recognizing the one she had shot at — the one who threw snowballs at her. Her heart strains to slow its beating, she tries not to show her anxiety. Deterrence runs in his mind. That, she had felt when she felt his snowballs. But it appears the rest of them do not know this. She must keep caution.
Then, she notices a lain girl, her mind struggling to keep in its body as Eternity's gate dawns on her. Her coat is red from the lifeblood that leaked out from her once wounds. The girl lies on a delicate balance, tipping towards Death.
Quon heads past the others, and kneels down by her lifelessly pale head — putting her rifle aside for the moment.
edited 19th Sep '10 9:06:44 PM by QQQQQ
Damien tried to avoid the gaze of the woman who had shot his fingers off and found himself unintentionally cross-eyed once more. "So...Does anyone...Uh, does anyone know why my nose is turning black?" he thought for a moment. "My ears, too, probably but I can't...you know, I can't look at them. Obviously." He pulled at an ear experimentally and added "Hurts like a son of a bitch, too..." under his breath.
edited 19th Sep '10 9:05:17 PM by DaeBrayk
Eos tosses another potion at him, forgetting that he only has one good hand.
"You're getting frostbite," she says, downing more wine and also forgetting that it was too early for frostbitten areas to be blackened. "This should help."
Between those two sentences Eos had progressed from the stage of drunkenness where she had a little buzz yet could still speak clearly to the stage where her words were beginning to run together.
edited 19th Sep '10 9:11:05 PM by Leradny
"Whoa!!! Are you like a human atom bomb?" Jayde asked enthusiastically at Damien's face.
"There's no such thing weirdo!" Ian punched Jayde over the head.
"Owwwwww" Jayde gets back up, "yes there is!" and turns back to Damien. "You're a human atomic bomb right?"
edited 19th Sep '10 9:16:35 PM by PsychoFreaX
Help?.. please..."What? I... why would I be a—?" Between this sudden and unusual assault and Damien also forgetting he only had one good hand, whatever Eos had thrown him was now freezing into the cave floor. "Sorry about that." he edged away from the two overenthusiastic kids, eyes down, wincing slightly. "I don't know what you mean. About the bombs. I've heard of pinochio though. From a friend." His mouth twitched.
edited 19th Sep '10 9:32:07 PM by DaeBrayk
The new girl sounded serious. Eos looks down at her bottle of wine and with great reluctance puts the cork back in. It's started to freeze over anyway.
"I'm going to sleep," she says, tucking it into her coat so her body heat will warm it up, and lugging her bag onto her shoulders. She gives another potion to Damien as she passes him by. "Don't bother waking me unless there's a yeti."
Ha, ha! You think that killed me?
Violet's head snapped around, before she realized the voice was only in her head. But there was the ice golem, reforming. "Um, guys? It's not dead yet."
Before any of them could react, it leapt at Violet. She instinctively ducked, and leapt on its back before it could turn around. She hung on for dear life - as long as she was on the thing's back, it couldn't attack her. It was icy cold, and her hands felt stuck to it like your tongue to a fire hydrant.
She felt an energy pulsing inside it, like the energy in the zombie thing, and she pulled on that energy. Suddenly, the thing crumbled underneath her, melting into a pile of water that immediately froze again into a slippery sheet. Violet stared at it. "I think I killed it." She said softly. "But how?"
If I'm asking for advice on a story idea, don't tell me it can't be done.Morgulion requires sleep. Good night to everyone.
I'm surrounded by cretins, Itou thinks, pacing back and forth. Useless kids,noisy little bastards. She never could stand them. Half her company was narcoleptic or prone to fainting spells; the others were trigger-happy idiots who could not distinguish between times to use that skill.
She wrapped metal over both hands, feeling the warmth course through them, and sat down against a wall ,watching the newcomers with dead eyes. It was time to play the quiet one now, the one who watched and spoke rarely. Not a bad role.
edited 19th Sep '10 9:41:06 PM by Morgulion
This is this."I think I killed it." She said softly. "But how?"
"Hah." Damien laughed, bitter and husky but genuinely amused. "You don't know how many times I've asked myself that one." Then he glanced around at the company he was in and hoped to god that nobody had been listening.
edited 19th Sep '10 10:31:09 PM by DaeBrayk
LIGHTEN UUUUUUUP THE BATTLE IS OVERRRRRRRRR
also I am out for the night see you guys
"Because you both have latent magical abilities?" Eos answers both Violet and Damien. "That happens. How fucking terrible, you can kill something with your brain instead of doing things the mundane way, with guns or grenades or rowan wood or silver or your bare hands." She then continues on her way out. Upon realizing she was still in an icy passage with none of her climbing gear, Eos gets out her knife and stabs into the wall, miraculously making it out without falling.
Walking calmly through the wreckage in the lobby and leaving the doors open more out of apathy than concern for the others, Eos decides her bottle of wine is warm enough to drink, and tosses it back as she strides through the hallway to the elevator, and then up to her room where she squints at the fact that something is different about...
Oh right, she'd used one of her blankets to make fuses.
The realization keeps her standing long enough to pass out before she makes it to the bed.
edited 19th Sep '10 10:05:02 PM by Leradny
"Jayde!!! What in hell were you THINKING???" A voice echoed from Zoe's winter coat as fire started at the same place.
"Wha???" Zoe freaked out, taking out a magical relik torch and stopping the fire.
"I told you, you should have been more careful where you put that," Brooke muttered.
Oh why did it have to be torches? Zoe thought as she looked in the bright blue flames and saw Kyle at the Ashtar guild guild, headquarters I don't know what to call it yet being attacked by a giant purple sludge monster. The Ashtar society preferred to use relik torches to communicate, as they're more effective in long distances and not affected by electrical interferences. "Kyle? What's going on is it important?"
"Uh Zoe, look around you," Brooke reminded her.
"heh heh heh right," Zoe looked back at the rest of the people she only knew for a day. "Listen, me and my friends are just going to be behind that big rock over there talking about emo stuff." That'll keep them away she thought.
"No we're no-" Ian tried finish but was pulled away from the rest of the group too quickly.
Ok Dae Brayk suggested that I put some characters on the bus. So I promise the next scene will leave only two of them. Sorry it'll just take some time.
Yeah all my ideas at the moment are just works in progress. Especially the names and titles
edited 19th Sep '10 11:30:59 PM by PsychoFreaX
Help?.. please...Zaran stares at the wall of ice formed by chunks that fell from the cave's roof as it started collapsing. She managed to get out of the way, but now the path ahead is blocked and she can't recall the way she came in when she decided to follow the other people entering the cave.
"Those popel should really be more careful. I mean, I get yelled for a directed blast, but then somebody drops a fricking bomb down here! Hypocrites..."
Looking at the wall for a while and hearing voices on the other side, she figures it can't be all that thick. She canprobably blast a hole in it, altho there is one problem. In the rush she had forgotten that she wasn't wearing weather-apropriate clothes (a bathrobe, while pretty warm, doesn't do much againt freezing temperatures), and has had to relie on magic to warm herself up (by using the Flame Aura spell with very little power, making it more like a Comfortable Temperature Aura). Doing that for an extended period of time, combined with using one blast just shortly before that had drained most of her power.
"Not like I have much choise."
From the other side of the wall, the onlookers see a hole explode into the wall of icy chunks blocking entrance further into the tunnel. Luckily the wall absorbed most of the impact. Zaran crawls through the circluar hole melted into the wall.
"Oh. Sorry about that. Boy it's cold in here. I probably...should have..."
Having ran out of energy to maintain the aura of warmth, she was now fully exposed to the cold. The shock of sudden large temperature drop combined with general exhaustion was too much and she fell face down on the floor.
Ugh I forgot to post this last night. Sorry guys I have to go, I'll see you guys no later than tomorrow. Maybe this evening if I'm lucky. Classes...
Though some good news is that I have made an outline for a short story Rainar could fit in. One that could help enhance my Worldbuilding.
edited 20th Sep '10 5:11:21 AM by EldritchBlueRose
Has ADD, plays World of Tanks, thinks up crazy ideas like children making spaceships for Hitler. Occasionally writes them down.I'm sorry, Dae Brayk. I was getting pretty sick of them myself— they're important to something I'm working on but I have trouble just putting them into a situation together and seeing what happens. Also they don't end up in mortal peril very often. I was getting ready to drop one off anyways, trying both was a stupid mistake and it's silly to bring mundanes into a setting where, say, an ice golem is probably going to attack and first they have to go through glassy-eyed hysterics. Dunno where that last post even came from. Anyways, I would be putting one on a bus except circumstances are working out to where it won't be practical to try and keep up with this. Sorry I won't be sticking around to salvage the issue of improving an idiot or two in a setting where the other characters don't actually smack them and tell them to calm down and shut up; in the meantime, how does this work?
Meanwhile, a zombie bite that hadn't healed and Tag hadn't noticed was starting to fester and turn...blue?
He makes a choking noise and falls over.
"Tag, what's— TAG!" He has no pulse, isn't moving, and is somehow already icy-cold, like he'd been dead but still moving.
That's where I'd lead things from if I were able to continue with this. Alas, here's what I must resort to instead—
Johnson stands— he knows he saw Eos walk in; the woman must be tired of the boys running to her with every problem, but sudden death is kind of important, particularly if it might be fixable.
He then stumbles dizzily, the room swimming, and pitches forward onto the ground. It hurts. He can vaguely hear himself retching and lying there, hurtnumbhurt until everything fades out.
Potion plus concussion plus mundane on a mixture of medications could possibly equal blood clot and stroke, right? Anyways, they shouldn't be coming back anytime soon. Massive stroke with explosive braindeath shouldn't be curable, and Tag's zombie bite had a bad reaction with exposure to Johnson's semi-failed zombie virus, resulting in...something. Both are now contagious biohazards for normal-looking berserker zombies within a varying accuracy of infection and time of manifestation, if you want to take advantage of that.
Real life has become a mountain that must be conquered epically. Cutting back on intarwebz for a bit.

Damien awoke to the feeling of a deep, ground shaking thud. Awoke in a crowded lobby with seven fingers and the feeling he had just done something unbeleivably stupid. Going crosseyed for a moment, he realized his nose was beginning to turn black. More importantly, though, a chasm had just opened up in the snow outside the lobby—the entrance to a partially collapsed underground cave into which he had seen Marissa fall.
He sighed, pushed his thouroghly abused form up from the couch and through the front doors. There would have been wisdom in finding more suitable clothing, but wisdom was not Damien's strong suit. He ran across the top of the newly collapsed cave, looking for signs of anyone trapped underneath. He saw nothing, and was soon faced with the end of the collapse, a small buildup of ice where the cave roof had remained intact. He dug through this and wormed his way into a cave that was not nearly as empty as he had expected.
Among them he could make out the man he had stabbed, the two women Marissa had shot, the woman who had shot him, and a short man in Marissa's badly damaged environment suit, none of whom he could exactly look to for a friendly welcome.
"Oh..." he said, almost mildly, by way of greeting. "Well, shit."
edited 19th Sep '10 8:38:05 PM by DaeBrayk