Init 11 (6 rolled plus 5 mod)
Init 11 (6 rolled plus 5 mod)
Zombies are falling over the edge and into the basin! They'll spend a Turn getting up so feel free to declare some Actions and Campanella can get worked in. Since the bad guys are occupied, Turn order doesnt' really matter for this first round.
Tuesday 12 ● Faye 11 ● Thrope 11 ● Chariot 9 ● Michael 5 ● Campanella ?
Bolide is doing something. Tuesday didn't really know, all she knew was that two the left was a horde munching on people. People she'd long learned from these Time Trips couldn't be saved. But maybe, he was trying to get around the shamblers on the Right. Hit them from behind. Hell, he could be up there trying to hit the Necromancer.
Faye crouches and the sink of gasoline invades her nose. At least the blond was usin' her noodle. Then there's a water dome and it makes everything have that calming sense of calm when it's just you and a nice cloudless sky.
But not. Since. Zombies. That are coming closer and falling with a sickening crunch and splash in the fucking bowl.
Shit.
Blankets aren't just for security. They can be twisted to choke, and bind and twist and more words. She totally needed more words but she didn't have her dictionary and there were zombies lying in a pile already awkwardly trying to get up and get closer.
A shaking fate-blue glyph barely sparks to life. The cascade of butterflies explode outward only to shatter into a dull pile of dust as Tuesday chokes down the oily bile that threatens to spill passed her lips and out into the world. A thin barely there thread circles the the first four zombies hazels see, and tries, desperately to sink in, to link them together and sealing their Fate.
Dox 2 suxx1 success Shared Fate linking the first 4 zombies -reflexives Composure + Gnosis if that applies for zombies
Like maggots spilling from a rotten wound, the dead fall into the cement depression where they were going to make their stand. Mindful of the gasoline underfoot, Chariot approaches the pile at a cautious pace and takes a swing at one of the walking corpses with the fire axe.
Fire Axe 1 success before defense, 4 Lethal
A strangled sound - humiliation, rage, frustration - seeps from the Moros' lips. For a moment he simply stands, with pleading eyes, willing something to happen.
Nothing does.
So he scrabbles out of the bowl as the undead wave crashes in.
Turning back he simply yells: "Get out of there!"
Revulsion and panic claw at his rapidly melting sense of calm.
Tuesday 12 ● Faye 11 ● Thrope 11 ● Campanella ● Chariot 9 ● Michael 5 ●
Tuesday's spell takes hold while Chariot sinks his axe into a rising undead. It bites into rotting flesh and cleaves through, spattering gobbets of ichor around. Campanella scabbles out of the bowl, pinning himself between it and the fence.
It's like a fucking horror movie. The fire axe swinging into a zombie brings it home.
Campanella's yell rolls over Thrope as the Thyrsus moves into personal touching range with the zombies. Personal. Touching. Though outside of Chariot's swinging arch. Priorities.
A punch shifts into a clawed strike as Thrope lets the fun out.
3 suxx, lethal, to a zombie
"Shit!" the Archangel exclaims as he heads towards the south edge and climbs out of the basin in a hurry.
"Climb out! We need to break their line!"
Michael holds himself to the fence tightly, his sight locked onto the incoming wave of living dead. I hope I can get at least a spark out of my Zippo...
And then the zombies were there, falling into the basin.
Faye scrambles to pull herself out, and then turns to assess the situation. Eyes look to see who was acting and what she could do.
For now, Faye does not cast anything.
Michael and Faye climb up and out, joining Campanella on the small walkway between the bowl and fence. From this vantage point they can see a large swarm in the distance by the bleachers and second cluster of figures in front of that. They can also see the wave of zombies at their bowl fanning out; some falling in, others just simply pressing around the fore group. Attention begins to focus on the trio and some shamble around the edges.
Inside the bowl, Tuesday remains under her watery shield. Five zombies have fallen in so far, but only four rise -- one unmoving after Chariot's axe blow. Another is barely mobile and Thrope has the cold slimy ropes of it's entrails clinging to his clawed hands. Despite the rain the area begins to smell faintly of rot from the destroyed bodies.
Four zombies up and moving, one is in pretty bad shape. Two are linked by Tuesday's spell.
Post away! Order doesn't really matter since all PCs have higher initiatives than the zombies.
Tuesday 12 ● Faye 11 ● Thrope 11 ● Campanella ● Chariot 9 ● Michael 5 ●
Last edited by West; May 10th, 2017 at 04:37 PM.