(WID) Written in Stone

[West]

Faye and Thrope finish off the zombies in the concrete bowl, leaving a pile of dead (really actually dead) bodies piled nearly knee high.

Campanella and Faye batter at the lone undead on the south side until it, too, falls. The Archangel finally breaks free; while he hasn't done much damage, he hasn't suffered much either. The temporally displaced Awakened turn their attention to the final three until motionless bodies litter the area.

For long moments, nothing moves but the steady pattering of rain. Chariot's water wall has collapsed and Michael's light overhead shows the remains of the former Fox under several bodies. It isn't pretty. Unlike the zombies, he was living and breathing minutes ago and his ragged wounds stain the pool of water with blood.

Further out, Bolide's... remains... are also found. Gobbets of missing flesh and limbs torn away speak of an agonizing death. Beyond him lies another body, decapitated. A half dozen zombie corpses surround it as well as two other bodies.

In the distance where the dark figure stood, a purple glyph hangs in the air.

Down to three, no need to drag it out ~
End Combat Turns

[Tuesday]

The dead were re-dead which was good. Them being knee high was less so and the sight of Chariot and Bolide made the Unicorn in a Fox onesy wanna upchuck her lunch. And breakfast, the dinner she had before that.

Because. Fuck. It should have never have happened.

Tuesday shakes, her hands still in fists as she glares at the purple glyph hanging in the air.

Then her hazels turn to the dark figure who'd casted it. The necromancer dee-bag who was the cause of all this shit.

She, and Archy and Campy should have been in Astral long before now to deal with him.

But since they weren't, she'll deal with this dee-bag here.

"Hey you! Yes you! Fuck you!"

No one ever said, she still had it in her to be diplomatic.

"Yeah! I said Fuck you! You're the worst sort everything! Why in the fuck?!"

Yeah, she'll be a target, but dude it was feeling great to just yell.

"This! Seriously why in the fuck this!?"

[Thrope]

"God damn it all." It's spoken softly as Thrope looks down at the remains of the man who should be leading the Arrow. The man who thought for the team and died for it. Careful steps and hand placement bring the gore covered Thyrsus out of the hell bowl.

Fuck that's what happened to Bolide. Thrope can't look for more than a moment. Bodies should not be torn apart like that. It's barbaric. A small part of Thrope's mind notes the irony of what he's just done and the gore stained claws where his hands should be. But the fight is bleeding from Thrope and focus returning. Tuesday though, Tuesday brings the fight back. Loudly and with proper vulgarity.

A deep breath and Thrope shifts to regard the purple glyph in the air and the asshole who made it. That can't be good. The Arrow focuses on the glyph, trying to see what it may be before hell unleashes again.

  6 suxx total for scrut, 3 rounds spent

Date		Action		Roll		Result
2017-06-09 08:54:24		[03] Thrope rolls 5 to Scrut at Purple Glyph, Std List (Int+Occ=5) (10 Again)		3, 7, 7, 10, 9, 2		2 successes
2017-06-09 08:54:24		[02] Thrope rolls 5 to Scrut at Purple Glyph, Std List (Int+Occ=5) (10 Again)		10, 2, 8, 2, 6, 7		2 successes
2017-06-09 08:54:24		[01] Thrope rolls 5 to Scrut at Purple Glyph, Std List (Int+Occ=5) (10 Again)		7, 4, 10, 1, 9, 6		2 successes

[Campanella]

As the undead crumble in front of him, the Moros collapses onto his knees. He gasping for breath, limbs trembling; Campanella didn't have a strong constitution at the best of times: the rain, the wind, the yanking twist through time, and the battle, had all taken its toll.

"We... Have to press... On. We must get. To. The... Vault." Somehow he managed to make words. They burned like bile in his throat as he coughed them up.

Stench of the dead. He dry retched and, using the fence, clawed his way back onto his feet.

"We. Have to. Deal. With him!"

It didn't stop him from examining the Glyph, glowing with much malevolence in the gloom.

  

Date		Action		Roll		Result
2017-06-09 18:06:17		[02] Campanella to scrutinise rolls 5 to Intelligence + Occult (10 Again)		4, 8, 5, 2, 5		1 success
2017-06-09 18:06:17		[01] Campanella to scrutinise rolls 5 to Intelligence + Occult (10 Again)		7, 2, 10, 10, 6, 3, 8		3 successes

Scrutiny breakdown (should it be required) is Identification, Power, Mastery. I don't think Campy has enough sux for them all but there you go

[Aurora]

As the zombies fall, the havoc they caused becomes apparent. Two of their own had fallen. Blue eyes stare at the bodies, questions circulating in her mind. The question as to if she could have done more hangs heavier on her.

But Tuesdays sudden outburst brings her back to the present, eyes flicking over to the Enchantress, and then to the purple glyph hung.

Then Campanella drops to his knees and she immediately, without thought, moves to his side, a gentle hand placed on his arm. Once he stood, and seemed stable, she removed her hand.

Nodding to him and the others, "Yeah, lets finish this." her tone hard.

But could they deal with him? The zombies had taken longer than they intended, and with the Abyss hanging over her, it was going to one hell of a fight.

[Archangel Michael]

The priest gets a chance to right himself against the fence as the mess caused by the zombies calm to a stop. Eyes stray around the to the sound of heavy panting and loud heartbeats. Eyes widen in shock when the Obrimos see two of them battered among the rotten corpses. He looks at Campanella briefly. The Exchange is reduced to the two of them... Again.

Shit... Why did you ran into the horde? Holding himself onto the fence he is leaning his back onto, Michael rights himself once again. The Unicorn's wrath pulls him back into reality as much as the purple glyph imagined by the shady figure. Supernal Vision flares for a brief instant, but he fails to get anything out of those glyphs.

"You...You're not getting away with this!" shouts the Archangel. Fuck the Astral, fuck the vault. Not that we will have a chance to do so while the motherfucker stands anyways. Michael one and only wish is to make the bastard pay for what he had done to Chariot and his cabal mate.

  Scrutinize/fail

Date		Action		Roll		Result
2017-06-10 06:23:11		Archangel Michael rolls 5 to Scrutinize the caster's power/Gnosis (Int+Occult) (10 Again)		7, 6, 1, 2, 6		failure

[West]

Tuesday and Michael are ignored as the sodden figure disappears into the glyph that Campanella studies. The spinning purple haze is indistinct from the rain, and it's clean lines and precision speak of a rote casting that makes identifying it's owner's distinct spellcraft impossible. The vanishing point makes it immediately clear what it is; much like the gray glyphs that Tuesday and Campanells have seen and used in France cast by Avis, it is a spell to elsewhere.

It hangs, glowing. An invitation or a warning?

Bodies in various stages of decomposition stare at the Wise with sightless eyes made wet and almost alive by the rain -- as if the fallen weep for those left behind in the land of the living.

[Tuesday]

"Shit."

Yelling might have felt good, but it clearly didn't do any good. Or not anything that Tuesday assumed would happen.

Because gone into a glyph. Or whatever the spell was.

"Fuck."

He was gone. They failed. More then failed. Two were dead, and the fucking necromancer was gone - to somewhere. Since he wasn't here anymore. And the glyph was still there. They had a moros, maybe he could do the Death equivalent to what Avis had done in Cunanan's creepy murder basement.

Tuesday presses her will outward, imprecise golden lines twin around her hand as Tuesday scowls at where the Necromancer had been moments before.

She just needed to know if it was a good idea...

...or not.

  2 successes, Flip of the Coin. Should we follow the Necromancer or not? Forgot the minus for Contagion le sigh, but I still have 2 suxx after it's applied

Date		Action		Roll		Result
2017-06-11 21:38:20		Tuesday rolls 5 to Flip of the Coin (Follow Necromancer or not) (Time 3 + Gnosis 2) (10 Again)		8, 9, 3, 2, 3		2 successes

[Campanella]

"Shit!" Campanella echoed Tuesday.

"He's... Gone. Gone to the Twlight Realm. We could follow - but there might be no coming back." He let his glance linger over their battered company.

He sighed heavily, coughing again at the end.

"I am not skilled in Death. I... I could not open another gate."

Suddenly he felt the weight of his sodden clothes and the lightness of his tired limbs.

[Thrope]

"Coward" The word rolls out as Thrope as the disappearing act makes sense. It wouldn't be a fair fight but fair fights are how you lose.

"So if we go in the odds of getting back are zilch?"

Fuck, why are those things looking at me. Stop staring at me damnit.

A clawed hand rises and Thrope almost smears gore across his face. Instead cat eyes regard the travesty done to his hand. That's what happens when a spell works but there's not enough thought behind it. Sloppy.

It falls and Thrope shifts to look at the mages who are supposed to be going under. "Can you all still get your job done in the Astral? Or do we really need that asshole nearby?" He can't help but look at the bodies, a shudder runs down him at the site. "I'm going to need a lot to drink when we get back. After scalding myself in a shower."