IC: The Morgue.   Posted by Eye of Harmony.Group: 0
Jenny Flint
 NPC, 4 posts
Thu 5 Mar 2015
at 18:25
Re: IC: The Morgue
Jenny thrust her gun at Destrii as the fish-lady climbed to the roof. "Take this! See if yer can get a decent shot at it! If it gets closer, I'll have at it as best I can!" One of her swords appeared, and she remained hanging out of the window, ready for a scrap.

The light following the carriage was getting closer, and it was accompanied by a growing roar. It was definitely a sound that no human could make - living, dead, zombie, or otherwise. It sounded like some wild animal, large, hungry, and with very little self control. As it burst through the fog, the creature revealed itself to be made mostly of glowing, coruscating energy - with no actual flesh form at all.

The creature was impossible. It should not have existed. The head was that of a crocodile, but one filled with feral eyes that sparkled with inhuman intelligence. The torso and front legs belonged to that of a lion, while the hindquarters seemed to be those of a hippo, a rhino, or other similar animal. Nobody could splice them together successfully and leave them alive, but this was not a physical entity.

However, it seemed to think it could do the mortals harm, so perhaps they could return the favour.

Before Destrii could shoot, the monster bounded forwards. It either misjudged the distance to the moving vehicle, or was aiming elsewhere on purpose. It missed her by several feet, and landed full-square onto the poor cabbie. The noise of snapping jaws and crunching bones mixed with his visceral screams, and he was tossed from the cab into the street like a broken doll.

And then, it turned itself to glare at Destrii, jaws slavering...
Destriianatos
 player, 93 posts
 Ensign Destrii
 Starfleet Redskirt
Fri 6 Mar 2015
at 02:53
Re: IC: The Morgue
...And so the dweeb was picked off by some alien monster when he was meant to be driving.

Destrii watched dumbstruck as the insane, impossible beast attacked and destroyed the driver. Then it turned on her. She was reminded of fighting beasts in the Arena or the jungles of Mobox; big, strong, claws and fangs all over the shop, no brains to annoy or distract. They made a fight very hard, very unpredictable, and very dangerous. There was only one safe place, only one way to challenge it.

She tapped her pendant, shedding her holographic disguise, revealing her scaled body, sharp teeth, and wild tendrils in all her glory. 'Alale alala!' she ululated her best Xena warcry, a vain attempt to scare the beast as she rushed it. Then she leapt and twisted in mid-air so she could come down right on its back, rodeo-style. She really, really hoped the body of glowing light would actually support her.


OOC: Oh no! Not Ammit! :o
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ammit

And the warcry:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VK1cgWd0em0

Professor George Litefoot
 NPC, 15 posts
Wed 18 Mar 2015
at 17:26
Re: IC: The Morgue
As the poor cabbie was dismembered and thrown aside, the Professor went pale. But he kept his composure and reached to grab the reins and steer as best he could. The poor horses went wild with fear, and raced into the dark and the smog, and it was all he could do to lean out of the cab and try to point them in the right direction.

Jenny, meanwhile, was not going to leave someone to the mercy of a phantom beast. She started to climb from the speeding vehicle, attempting to gain access to the roof to join battle. She did not seem at all worried that her new ally had become a fish person. She was married to a lizard. She took such things in her stride.

Unfortunately for Destrii, the monster did seem to bear her weight - which meant it was solid enough to do her some real damage if it got the chance. However, with the revelation of her true appearance, it changed tactics. In the process of trying to turn and bite her leg off, it instead tried to buck her off instead, seeming to move from violent murder to incapacitating her. It aimed a blow towards her head with a rear leg, but slowly. Given that it could easily have removed her noggin with one bite of those jaws, and it had killed the cabbie without a moment's hesitation, the change of tactics seemed out of character.
Destriianatos
 player, 96 posts
 Ensign Destrii
 Starfleet Redskirt
Thu 19 Mar 2015
at 02:41
Re: IC: The Morgue
Leaning swiftly away from the swiping foot, Destrii dug her left hand into the beast's neck, where crocodile head met lion body, and clamped her legs hard around its midsection as she clung on for dear life. 'Yee-haw!' she whooped like a cow-girl riding a bucking bull at a rodeo.

She was aware of the change of tactics, but couldn't wonder about it now. She changed her own tactics, bringing the pistol down to bear on the beast's head and neck, now she'd gotten up close and personal. It was hard to aim amidst the bucking, but the beast was made of light and force-fields, so it wasn't like hitting a vital organ was an issue. She fired; the gun kicked in her firm hand, a bullet entered the glowing beast. Destrii continued, firing bullets into head, neck, and body.

This message had punctuation tweaked by the player at 06:43, Sat 02 May 2015.

Professor George Litefoot
 NPC, 16 posts
Thu 2 Apr 2015
at 15:26
Re: IC: The Morgue
The monster howled and spasmed around. The bullets did clearly cause considerable pain, though it did not fall dead - though it was questionable as to whether it was actually alive in any real sense of the word. However, it knew pain, and was well aware that pain was something to be avoided. It did the best it could to toss Destrii off its back, and in doing so, got close enough to jenny. The dark-haired girl attacked, shoving her blade deeply into the flank of the beast, making it screech again. It finally decided that gun and sword were too much.

The monster gave a huge thrashing judder, tossing Destrii onto the roof of the cab, barely able to hold on at this breakneck speed. The creature then dived sideways, and crashed through the window of a building next to the road - and was gone.

The quiet was suddenly a profound, and eerie thing, after such a racket.

From inside the cab, the Professor sounded rather concerned. "I am not sure I can make the horses stop, ladies. We may be required to jump!"
Destriianatos
 player, 98 posts
 Ensign Destrii
 Starfleet Redskirt
Fri 3 Apr 2015
at 04:12
Re: IC: The Morgue
Bucked right off, Destrii's back slammed hard against the edge of the coach roof – she heard a sickening crack, probably the wood. Then she slid right off. Lightning fast, she snatched a lantern hanging from a hook, and for one heart-stopping moment, she swung out and sailed over speeding cobbles.

Then suddenly crashed into the blood-streaked coachman's seat, her blubbery-lipped blue-scaled yellow-eyed fish-face thrust right into the Professor's. The look on her face was one of utter manic joy. 'You, jump, old man? I got a better idea. Jenny! Sword! Dropping the gun, snatching the wakizashi, one way or another, Destrii stood in the seat, crouching slightly to maintain her balance.

Then, with a long-legged leap, she bounded onto the back of one of the speeding horses. 'Yippee-ki-yay!' She raised the blade... For one terrible moment, it seemed as if she might just murder the horses. Then she slashed about herself, cutting the reins and straps, freeing the horses from the beam. 'Woah, little horsey!'
Eye of Harmony
 GM, 244 posts
Fri 1 May 2015
at 16:06
Re: IC: The Morgue
The horse seemed disinclined to do any woahing for a while, but it did eventually come to a stop, some hundred yards or so ahead of the cab. The cab itself was out of control, and eventually hit the kerb, crashing to one side, causing some bruises and shock to the occupants. But they were made of stern stuff. The professor scrambled out of the vehicle, and bent to assist Jenny - who shot him such a glower that he thought better of it. Obviously, she had bluestocking tendencies.

Jenny, as she adjusted her disarray, voiced the thought that had been resting in all their minds. "What the bleedin' 'ell was that thing?" She was not concerned with the fish lady. She was married to a reptile. She probably thought scales were sexy.
Destriianatos
 player, 101 posts
 Ensign Destrii
 Starfleet Redskirt
Sat 2 May 2015
at 06:56
Re: IC: The Morgue
Released from the traces and harness, the horse surged free ahead of the growler, with Destrii riding bareback, clinging to the collar and cut ruins for dear life. She rode the horse down the street at a desperate gallop, with shredded dress and head-tendrils, barbels and fins waving in the cool rushing wind. Damn, it was exhilarating, a cowgirl fantasy coming together. Finally, the horse realised nothing was chasing it and ran itself out, allowing Destrii to gain control. She tugged back on the reins until the horse slowed, then wheeled it about, before trotting back to the overturned coach.

Then she made the horse rear up in the air, forelegs kicking. 'Yee-hah!' a triumphant Destrii whooped, waving a hand in the air above her head for the hat she didn't have. Landing, she slid off the horse's back, Starfleet boots hitting cobblestones. 'I learned that riding with General Custer's army.' she boasted, never mind that that was in 1875, almost 20 years ago now. The fish-girl was grinning wide, shark teeth shining through blubbering lips, her barbels standing straight up in excitement. She was loving this.

The thought that had been resting in Destrii's mind was "Damn, I was awesome!", but she answered Jenny with a shrug 'Some kind of crocodile slash lion slash hippo thing? I dunno, but it was real Ray Harryhausen stuff.' She flipped the wakizashi and handed it back, then rooted around in the coach for Litefoot's pistol. Well, Jenny and George weren't hurt, much, so she didn't have to try to worry about then. 'Tick-Tock went into that building back there. I'm gonna see.' Leaving the tired horse to rest, Destrii ran back to the building with the smashed-in window, determined to finish this match.
Professor George Litefoot
 NPC, 17 posts
Mon 11 May 2015
at 14:59
Re: IC: The Morgue
The Professor and Jenny watched the fish lady rush into danger with little thought for the safety problems of following a killing creature into the dark. He looked highly concerned. "I do suspect that our friend is a little deranged. But we cannot leave her here. Take the horse, young lady, and bring help. I will try to keep her safe. We certainly cannot abandon her to that creature."


He headed inside the building, whispering hoarsely. "Miss Destriianatos? Do wait for me, we should stick together."

Outside, Jenny shook her head. They were both mad, but the Professor was right - they needed help. In this situation, she could think of only one person who was adequate. So, she mounted the horse and rode off quickly, heading home.

Meanwhile, inside the building, the trail of shattered packing cases and dusty draped furniture suggested that this was probably some storage facility. It also indicated that the monster had run headlong through the room, smashing everything in its way. It had even gone straight through the door and down the hallway.

It was quiet inside. Almost too quiet.
Destriianatos
 player, 102 posts
 Ensign Destrii
 Starfleet Redskirt
Tue 12 May 2015
at 01:34
Re: IC: The Morgue
Destrii didn't have to be a jungle-trained master tracker (but she kinda was) to follow the crocodile-monster's trail. She only had to follow the clear path of destruction through the crates and furniture. She moved stealthily, wary of ambush, eyes shifting into the infrared to pierce the gloom, ears pricked for the slightest noises. Like Litefoot entering behind her. Fortunately, it didn't provoke a crocodile monster into attacking. 'Professor? I'd've preferred Ninja Maid, she's better in a fight. Not great, but better.' she whispered as he joined her.

Kneeling slightly, she picked up a chair leg that should pack a hefty wallop. More to the pointy end, maybe it would better disrupt the holo-matrix holding the force-field together. Or something like that. Did that sound like something the Doctor would say? Yes, yes it did. And who in this age could correct her? No one, that's who. 'If I can disrupt the holo-matrix enough, maybe I can break the force-fields holding it together.' she reported, feeling pleased with herself. She passed the gun back to Litefoot, and gripped the club in her strong right hand.

'You know what, this thing reminds me of my great aunt, Grand Duchess Emrezalda. She had the face of a gator and the body of hippo too. Fun, but I hated being kissed by her.'

Venturing down the hallway, Destrii quietened her nervous chatter, focusing on the hunt, scanning the area for details. Would the creature's glow give it away? Did its claws scratch up the floor? Did she glimpse an infrared trail? Come out, come out, wherever you are...

This message was last edited by the player at 07:35, Sat 16 May 2015.

Professor George Litefoot
 NPC, 18 posts
Thu 18 Jun 2015
at 19:32
Re: IC: The Morgue
Jenny looked uncertain, but after a moment, she nodded and galloped off. This left the Professor and Destrii to solve the problem. He caught up with her and took the gun, holding it with a degree of professionalism that seemed unusual on a man of such gentle manners. But his time saving the city from evil had taught him well.

"I am not sure if I understand you right, but I think I get the idea. I am rather concerned, I think I know what that thing is, or what it is masquerading to be. Are you familiar with the mythology of Ancient Egypt at all? That creature is a devourer, a consumer of the souls of the unworthy dead. I feel that does not bode well."

Destrii's senses were far more acute than those of the Professor. The floor was marked, the signs of recent passage in the dust, and the occasional scratchmark on the boards. They led, perhaps predictably, towards a stairwell, leading downwards...
Destriianatos
 player, 103 posts
 Ensign Destrii
 Starfleet Redskirt
Fri 19 Jun 2015
at 07:20
Re: IC: The Morgue
'Well, I know all about mummies, though I'd hate to see a daddy.' Destrii answered confidently. 'And there's pyramids and pharaohs and dudes with animal heads – and trust me, I know all about dudes with animal heads.' added the fish-woman with a knowing air. 'I learned everything from Abbott and Costello. But no hippo-gator-lions though.'

She pointed to the stairwell, seeing the trail leading down. 'Stairs, this way. Watch your spleen.' She headed blithely down, walking quietly with a balanced step, entirely confident in her ability to go for a Round 2 with the monster. She felt fear, of course, her cold blood running colder, her heart pounding, and gills fluttering, but she had total control over it. It was less about being frightened and more having a fight-or-flight instinct with a hair trigger.
Professor George Litefoot
 NPC, 19 posts
Tue 23 Jun 2015
at 23:07
Re: IC: The Morgue
"I am afraid I have never heard of Abbott and Costello. Are they renowned Egyptologists? I cannot help but wish we had them with us, if that is the case. My field is China. Maybe Professor Summerfield should be with us? She would be our expert, I believe."

For all his words suggested a little wariness, his voice was firm, his gun hand unwavering. He might be getting on in years, but Professor George Litefoot was a man of stern resolve in the face of danger. As they headed down the stairs, he spoke with more hushed tones. "My Lady Destrii, it would be better perhaps if I went first. There could be dangers unknown. A gentleman would not let a lady walk into such things in his stead."

What dangers lay ahead, it was hard to tell. The cellar was musty, damp, and smelled of rotting vegetation - an ancient root cellar, perhaps. It had no source of light, for the tiny grates between the street and the cellar let in little air or sunshine - and at night, no light at all.

Of the monstrous devourer, there was no sign. Where it had gone ... who could tell? Certainly, in darkness, it was impossible to search.
Destriianatos
 player, 105 posts
 Ensign Destrii
 Starfleet Redskirt
Wed 24 Jun 2015
at 03:12
Re: IC: The Morgue
'China? Like in kung fu and monkey magic?' Destrii asked excitedly, thinking the professor might actually be interesting after all, before seeking confirmation 'Or like plates and bowls and crap? Well, never mind,  I'm your expert.'

She listened incredulously to his offer, replying 'Mighty kind of you,  professor,  but, no offence, you're old and I'm a champion gladiator and space adventurer. Didn't you see me ride that thing like a rodeo cowgirl? I've done this before and I'm great at it, trust me. Now hold on to your toupee and watch me work. You're lucky. People pay a lot to see me fight.'

She peered into the root cellar, but her keen cat's eyes couldn't see where there was no light. Recklessly brave as she was, she wasn't about to walk into an obvious ambush. Nor was she going to back off now. 'I was hoping that glowy thing would provide its own light. You got a torch or electrochem flare, professor?'
Professor George Litefoot
 NPC, 20 posts
Fri 26 Jun 2015
at 09:28
Re: IC: The Morgue
"If you refer to the writings of Wu Cheng'en, then I am quite familiar with them. Otherwise... I am afraid you've lost me completely." The Professor, like so many others, seemed unable to keep up with Destrii's mental meanderings. But he got the general idea of what she was about, and was able to adjust to her warrior ways. This was not his first time in the company of a somewhat savage time traveling woman, after all.

He took a box of large matches from his pocket and lit one. "I have only a packet of lucifers, for my pipe. They won't really show us much, and won't last long. The glow should help us, but it seems to have turned it off. or vanished!"

The faint light displayed very clear tracks in the dust and debris on the smelly floor. Then were not pleasant tracks, featuring as they did a rather large ratio of claw to toe. They also came to an abrupt end at a solid brick wall. The creature was not there, but the bricks most assuredly were.
Destriianatos
 player, 107 posts
 Ensign Destrii
 Starfleet Redskirt
Fri 26 Jun 2015
at 11:27
Re: IC: The Morgue
'Don't worry about it, sweetie,' Destrii commented, in what she imagined would be an understanding tone, 'I get that a lot. I move pretty fast, always a few steps ahead. The Doctor struggles to keep up.'

When Litefoot lit his match, Destrii's eyes reacted quickly to the changing light conditions, elliptical pupils dilating, and she scanned the revealed root cellar. Nothing. She was disappointed. Standing out of a battle-ready stance, she strode over to where the claw prints disappeared at or in the brick. 'Huh. Looks like Zuul the Gatekeeper went through the wall here.' she said confidently. She poked the brick wall with the end of her chair-leg club, half-expecting it go through. After all, if the croco-hippo-whatsit was a hologram, then the wall could be too.
Professor George Litefoot
 NPC, 21 posts
Mon 29 Jun 2015
at 22:28
Re: IC: The Morgue
Dink Dink. The bricks sounded like bricks. Thir was, of course, the possibility it was a projected light forcefield, or hallucination, but in a cellar in Victorian London, Occam's Razor suggested that the bricks were probably bricks.

Which raised the intriguing question of how the creature had gone through. And, how could they follow?

The Professor examined the wall, and carefully lit another match. "Quite remarkable. You know, I do believe that you chased it off. Given how ferocious and strong it was, I would have thought it would put up more of a fight. No disrespect to your prowess, of course, but doesn't it seem odd that it played coward so easily?"

The match fizzled out in his fingers, and he lit another. "I have only a few more lucifers left. If you need to do more here, you should do so quickly. I would not want to be trapped down here if that creature returns with some friends."
Destriianatos
 player, 113 posts
 Ensign Destrii
 Starfleet Redskirt
Tue 30 Jun 2015
at 04:06
Re: IC: The Morgue
Destrii had never used Occam's Razor; she preferred bigger, heavier weapons as a rule. 'There could be a secret passage, there always is. Turn that hook there.' Nothing happened. Destrii gave the wall a good kick just to be sure. 'Huh. It must've dematerialised... or de-somethinged anyway.'

She rounded on the professor, big yellow eyes wide and barbels on end, taking the criticism personally, of course. 'I rode it like a bucking bull and put three bullets in its head. And Jenny stuck her paper-knife in too. It did not play coward easy.'

She looked disappointedly around the cellar, making a half-hearted search for clues or secret passages before admitting defeat. 'It's long gone now, anyhow. Maybe we should come back in daylight with the others. Ooh! We could make a proper safari out of it, with pith helmets and elephant guns and Indian porters. You do big game hunting, right?' she asked, rambling on as she traipsed out of the cellar and back the stairs.

This message had punctuation tweaked by the player at 08:14, Tue 30 June 2015.

Professor George Litefoot
 NPC, 22 posts
Tue 30 Jun 2015
at 07:24
Re: IC: The Morgue
"I assure you, I meant no disrespect. Your prowess in battle was quite breathtaking, if a little ostentatious for London under the Queen Empress. However, I think you are over romanticising the idea of safari. Mostly, it is insect bites and dubious sanitation."

He reached the top of the stairs, then looked back down them. "I think we should not leave the building entirely unobserved. The young lady with the swords did say she was going to fetch help, hopefully our own friends. If that creature emerges, it could go anywhere. We really do have a duty to make sure we do not lose it. I am sure you would like a second chance to finish it off?"

He was learning. Psychology, and all that.
Destriianatos
 player, 114 posts
 Ensign Destrii
 Starfleet Redskirt
Tue 30 Jun 2015
at 09:00
Re: IC: The Morgue
Destrii spun around to face Litefoot, which was a precarious predicament on the stairs. 'Hold the phone – "dubious sanitation"? You people have a river of sewage running through this city of flea-infested hovels. Really, there's crap in the streets. What do you apes do, hurl it at each other? And if you think it smells bad, try tasting it.' She gripped her neck, exposing the distinctly green-around and drying-out gills there. Then she marched up the stairs, declaring as she went 'Now, we're going on safari. I want to wear a pith helmet and bag me a croco-hippo-lion. It's like three big game animals in one.' Destrii was set on this; Starfleet officer wouldn't fly in Victorian London, but Big Game Hunter should. The other alternative was Deerstalker Detective, and she already had her Watson.

But she looked dismally around the warehouse at Litefoot's question, not exactly wanting to spend all night in a dusty shed. She'd spent the whole day at a con, and had since dragged out of time and been breathing toilet, wrestling zombies, and riding croco-hippo-lions. She was tired, filthy, and drying out, she needed a bath and a drink and a sleep, and she could do all three at once. And frankly, the lack of satisfaction of a kill just made her frisky instead... Stop. Breathe. Don't screw up. 'How long?' she groaned, unhappy to wait for anything. Maybe she could get her Watson here to stand watch? But he was useless in a fight. 'Is there a tavern or inn near here we could keep watch on this place from? Killer Croc probably won't come out until we're gone anyway. Then maybe we could track it, see it where it lives.' Genius idea, Destrii! See what happens when you think?

This message was last edited by the player at 02:43, Thu 02 July 2015.

Professor George Litefoot
 NPC, 23 posts
Wed 1 Jul 2015
at 15:57
Re: IC: The Morgue
The Professor sounded rather defensive. "London may have problems, but compared to the deepest interior, it is a positive utopia. I'd rather be here than being infected with awful diseases and chased by lions!" He then considered her suggestions. "I doubt that we could go anywhere and still be able to see. this fog is too thick. We'll have to stay here. But it won't be for long. Miss Flint went away with considerable urgency, and the roads won't be busy on a night like this. Paternoster Row isn't that far. Ten minutes each way, at most." He looked her over thoughtfully. "Are they all like you, where you come from? I confess, your enthusiasm for danger is not something I have seen often. There was one lady. She was quite wild, but a good friend, nonetheless."
Destriianatos
 player, 115 posts
 Ensign Destrii
 Starfleet Redskirt
Thu 2 Jul 2015
at 03:14
Re: IC: The Morgue
'We have been chased by lions!' Destrii exclaimed. 'And this is like the time of cholera and Typhoid Mary. Listen, sweetie, I've lived in jungles, and you know what I learned? Don't shit where you swim. Any feeb can work that out.'

No going some place more interesting then. So much for good ideas. 'Fine.' she huffed, and sat herself on a table to wait. Remembering that the natives were superstitious peasants who probably form a pitchforks-and-flaming-torches mob at the sight of an alien fish-woman, no matter how hot, Destrii fiddled with her pendant and reactivated the holographic disguise with an electronic zreep. Once again, she was a less-scaly but still-hot dark-skinned human woman.

'Like me? Nope. I'm better. I'm one-of-a-kind, limited edition, unique in all the universe.' she declared proudly. But Litefoot's question touched a nerve in her, and she was too tired to argue. Staring off at the dark doorward down to the basement, she began 'Me and danger... I was raised to be a hero. No, a champion. If I didn't go out and face danger, then... well, let's say worse things happened.' Mother did love her whips and chains, Destrii reflected. But she'd beaten more out of her than into her. 'So now I'm the girl without fear. The champ. The People's Primatrix.' she ended ruefully. No fears bar one: that she was broken and missing something, that being unique just made her not like other people, that she'd done some terrible and unforgiveable things. Some hero I turned out to be. 'So I will slay your monster.'
Professor George Litefoot
 NPC, 24 posts
Tue 7 Jul 2015
at 21:25
Re: IC: The Morgue
The Professor gave a rather wan smile. "It is good to know that you are on our side. I would not like to think of the alternative. It is certainly comemndable that you are so keen to face danger - though it is not a very ladylike trait, so if you plan to spend any time in London, you may wish to moderate your behaviour."

From below, there came the whir of machinery. Not a sound from 19th Century London. This was far too advanced. As soon as it happened, it was quiet again. And then, the stair treads leading from the basement gave a long crreeeaaakkk... As if something heavy had stepped upon them.
Destriianatos
 player, 116 posts
 Lady Destrii
Wed 8 Jul 2015
at 02:37
Re: IC: The Morgue
Destrii snorted her gills at the very idea of moderating her behaviour. 'Ladylike? I'm a freaking princess of the Imperial Court. "Ladylike" is what I do. And I am all class... Hey, d'you think I can get dinner with the Queen—?' she began hopefully, interrupted only by the sounds of machinery coming up from below.

'A secret passage, I knew it! There's always a secret passage.' Scooping up her club, Destrii sprang off the crate, back into action, tensing at the sound of the creaky stairs. 'Sounds like King Tut's Curse is back. Get your gun, pilgrim, stand behind this crate.' On light feet and long legs, Destrii dashed around the storeroom to stand beside the entryway, club in a two-handed grip, ready to ambush the croco-hippo-lion when it appeared. She figured attacking the flanks would be safer than standing in front of those jaws, and it didn't have much of a neck to turn its head. Of course, she had left Litefoot standing in the open as bait, but he had the pistol.
Professor George Litefoot
 NPC, 25 posts
Thu 9 Jul 2015
at 20:07
Re: IC: The Morgue
Professor Litefoot took what he thought would be adequate cover, and readied the pistol. He wasn't the best marksman in the world, but this life of crime and invasion fighting had given him a steady hand. Normally he despised weapons - as a pathologist he was intimately aware with the gruesome damage they could deal. But in this instance, he was prepared to make an exception.

The stairs creaked again and again, each groan louder than the last. Whatever was climbing was heavy - heavier, perhaps, than the monster that had so recently vanished down the stairwell.

After mere moments, it came into view. This was no strange chimera, a combination of fearsome beasts in one unlikely form. This was humanoid. But there any similarity to a person ended. it was vast, standing easily a foot or so taller than most men could hope to achieve. The bulk of its shoulders would block out daylight, and the mass of its chest spoke of a fearsome, inhuman strength. It had no face. Merely two flat planes set where eyes should be. And the whole brute was swathed from head to toe in heavy bandages.

No shambling, rotting mummy, this. A strong, implacable creature, and altogether another prospect compared to the beast from before.

<<Please move to IC: The Warehouse>>

This message was last edited by the player at 20:08, Thu 09 July 2015.