That was almost unusually fast. Tykki hadn't completely expected them to work this well as a team, having met up only a while ago but perhaps it would work out quite well. Either that, or the beasts were much weaker than they could have been. Regardless of the reasons, they all made it out in one piece, and without wasting a lot of time, which was a good thing all in all. He would nod towards the others. ''I'm alright here. I suppose we should move on then, if everyone is ready. There are probably more of these we'll need to deal with on the way.'' It would be strange for only three of the monsters to be hanging out and no one else in sight, so perhaps they would run into more soon. Not the most pleasant thought, but if it went similarly to this, they ought to be relatively fine. In any case, unless someone had specific concerns to voice out, he would go alongside the group, keeping his guns ready for more fighting. Better to be ready than get surprised out of nowhere later.
Satisfied that her bat killed the Horrors like anything else, Lili seemed to immediately calm down after her wild rush; idly standing up straight again and dusting the bony gristle off the end of her bat. ”They break just like everything else…” mused the half-wolf quietly, seeming almost disappointed by the display – but at least she knew now that her compatriots were fairly on the ball. Maybe they could get this done quickly… she wanted to get Arwen to groom her again tonight! It was really nice being pampered. Her tail felt all fuzzy and nice when she helped brush it…
Briefly eyeing the others for any signs of exhaustion; Lili was satisfied to find that no one was falling behind. With that, she gave Tykki a nod – no need to wait. She didn’t much care for checking the bodies or the like… not that she wasn’t emphatic, but what was dead was dead. Besides, she wasn’t a fan of trying to chew on second-hand meat anyway; so that was out of the question too, even if she was hungry. ”Don’t waste any more time. There’s trouble.” stated the girl simply, marching on ahead – albeit with her nose raised into the air; apparently trying to act as some kind of sniffer-dog. Unsurprisingly, she hadn’t much chance of noticing anything in the midst of all the overpowering smells, but… it made her feel helpful!
The battle, if one could call it that, thankfully did not last too long, as we had completely surprised the horrors with overwhelming force and totally eradicated them. Between my magic, and the attacks of the rest of the team, we had totally eliminated them. Taking a moment to take a deep breath to help control the effects of the fire mana quickening my pulse and affecting my mind, I moved over to the corpses of the people, and quickly took a knee between them, closing my eyes and bringing my hands together in prayer as I did so. I also took the time to put the arrow back in my quiver, and sling my bow over my shoulder, at least for now.
I began to pray over the corspes, after all while the mission was important, one could not neglect the last rites for those who died. "Oh Micaiah, please accept these lost souls into your embrace, and make sure that they have a comfortable afterlife, and pass on peacefully and be allowed the comfort denied to them in death. I beseech thee, forgive them any wrongdoings they may have committed unknowingly, and take your great mercy into account when judging your lives. I, Arwen Drake your humble servant beseech thee in the name of my mother Servalwi and her tribe. May your mercy and kindness guide us all throughout our lives and lead us to a peaceful death when our time comes," I prayed in the way my mother had taught me to do in Elvish. With the prayer complete, I took a few handfuls of dirt and sprinkled each of the corpses with a handful each, once again in the tradition my mother had given to me.
It was likely these people did not follow the same gods as I or my mother did, but it was better than no burial at all. At least their spirits knew that someone cared enough about their passing in a strange land to offer at least some prayers and respect for their passing. It was the least I could do since we had failed to save them.
With my duties completed I made my way away from the corpses, rejoining with the group in my same position as before, re-nocking my arrow just in case trouble came, and once again keeping my senses on full alert, listening for any sort of trouble to occur so that I would be ready to react in that situation. "Since our business is concluded for now, shall we continue forward?" I asked, knowing the answer in my heart but deciding to ask for politeness's sake anyway. Even in the middle of a combat mission, one must not let their manners drop off when it was not absolutely necessary. After all, it was one of the things that differentiated us from our enemies now, we were cooperative beings that cared for each other and believed in the sanctity of not only our lives, but of all those that our job involved protecting.
The way was open for the party. The cave continued to be dark as ever if they continued on the path that was ahead of them. The dead was dead, and that was it for them. There should be nothing tying them down now. The only thing of interest was an electric flashlight that kept flickering at an uneven rhythm. Whether or not they would pick it up, was up to them. Indeed the way onward was dark and difficult to perceive through.
As the party continued, those with earphone radios would start to hear interference that wrecked through their ears for a split moment, until hearing something completely different.
"C--- in! This is Outpost 113--. We------! The Horrors---! We--- assistance! Please--- anyone--- me?"
It was harder to make out what the caller was trying to say with interference being made. Maybe if they tried to come in closer, it may facilitate the transmission to be clearer. That is, if this small party here was more than willing to take the risk and do the work they were given.
"I'm alright... No problem." She replied to Kursten with a light smile. "How about the rest of you? Any injuries?" It really was a miracle how well everything had gone thus far. Now... where to go next... She looked around, trying to find any clues as to where these beasts had come from in the first place. That would probably lead them in the right way, if anything. Not much to go on, really, but what could you do? In situations like these, being observant was key... And in her observations, she found a small flashlight, flickering ominously a small distance away from her. Curious, she picked it up, wary of anything hiding in the shadows... Once the small torch was in her hand, she'd turn it off momentarily, only to turn it back on, to see if that solved the flickering issues... If not, she'd turn it off again, and stuffed it inside her suit in case they needed a source of light... Unless of course, Arwen's fireballs could light the way more efficiently...
"I like that one." A curt, terse approval from the nature spirit I had inside of me, directed evidently at the elf lady. "She knows how to pay proper respect." sAside from that, Ravi had as little comment on the situation in general as I did. People were safe, and the threat had been eliminated....at least, the present threat was. I nod at Arwen's suggestion, as if prodded by my contracted spirit. "That would likely be a good idea, yes. There's no reason to stay here...our job is to clear the whole place out, if I'm not mistaken."
Nodding to Nicole with a smile, I take a moment to make sure everyone else is in good shape, as that's my chief concern. I wouldn't let anyone be harmed...that was my goal, and I was sticking to it. I speak up before proceeding forward into the darkness, "If everyone's ready, I'll lead the way." I make sure to stay close to the group but maintain point position. My tentacle sways back and forth in the darkness, ready and waiting to react instinctively to a danger.
As I was about to nod in assent to the vampire, who apparently was one of the Strigoi given his earlier use of magic, a transmission started to come in through the earpiece I was given, which the tech department explained in detail to me how to use in a workshop class designed specifically for me, as well as it being specially made to be, as they said "elf proof" which I would have normally taken a bit of offense to, however given my track record with technology and how much of a burden to them I normally was, I couldn't really complain too much about it. I stopped and put up a hand to indicate that I was getting something as I pressed a hand to the radio in my ear, trying to get it closer so I could hear it better, after all, that's how these things worked, right?
I could hear that it was an emergency transmission from Outpost 113, an outpost in the area we were supposed to be securing. Trying to get through to them, I said into the mic, "This is Arwen Drake with a rescue team sent to help. Can you read me? We will be there shortly, hold on!" With that I turned to the rest of the party and said, "Come on, I just got a transmission from outpost 113, they are being overrun! Lets move quickly and get there as soon as possible!"
With that, I took up a running pace down the hall, keeping my bow at the ready to fight anything that came up ahead of us in case other creatures were ready to fight us, my arrow being one of my fire talisman arrows that I had, just so that I could do some serious and quick damage to any horror that tried to stop us. We could not afford to be delayed further, there were people dying that we could save, and we had a mission to do. Time was now of the essence, from the sound of the transmission, Outpost 113 could not last much longer. Deciding to give a prayer on the run in hopes of bettering our chances of arriving in time to help them. "Merethyl, grant us your blessing so that we can move as the wind so that we can aid these poor souls in need of assistance, Vaeri aid us so that we may protect their lives from returning to the soil before it was their time, and Shalheira, aid us so that we may have the fortune to reach these people in time and to be successful in this mission. In the name of my mother Servalwi's lineage and my own name, I implore you to guide us with your strength. I, Arwen Drake your humble servant, dedicate my victories to your guidance and wisdom." With my elvish prayer completed, I made sure to keep looking, hoping that we did not run into more trouble before we reached the outpost.
Kneeling down amidst the grisly remains of both Horror and human, Lili seemed unfettered as she sniffed about the gore – she clearly didn’t share Arwen’s consideration for the dead as she shuffled around… looking for some hint of the Horrors, or looking for a snack? Well, it didn’t matter… least of all to Lili herself. While it was well-intentioned, Nicole’s question fell on deaf ears; though it hardly looked like the half-werewolf was in any strife given her current interest. Her tail and ears flicked amidst the blood; soon being caked in a thin layer of red.
But, as Arwen spoke, Lili shot to attention – she had orders, work to do; work to do! Yes, Arwen! Her hunger had subsided somewhat now that she’d been satisfied with such violence. No no, she didn’t enjoy it like that,, but it made her feel a lot better. Gradually peeling herself back onto her feet as her compatriot got so fired up, Lili nodded to Arwen’s order; shaking some blood off before matching the half-elf’s pace. ”Yes, Arwen~”
Chirping away like that; the wannabe-werewolf’s spirits seemed to have been raised noticeably from the scuffle and her subsequent snuffling about – perhaps being somewhat stained with blood just suited her. Ah, but in Lili’s mind as she sprinted along Arwen; other thoughts were sprinkled. This sort of look was the in-thing, wasn’t it? She got so hyper after a fight, so Arwen would surely love that. And all those prayers – there was ceremonial, so it was a celebration! And the half-elf was getting fired up too, so… this might be her chance! Maybe Arwen’s real soft spot was for Bludgeoning Angel Lili-chan?!
"H--llo?! Wh--s this? Are you--om the HQ? Please respond!"
The interference through the fragile connection was still complicating any means of communication. However, it was starting to weaken as the group made an effort to run deeper and deeper into the caves. However, as they advanced further, the more they were starting to hear noises. Perhaps for some of them, they could hear better than others and what they could hear would sound horrifying. Dead tell-tale whispers of people screaming and gunfire would barely be heard at first. But as the steps took them even further in, it was now starting to become more apparent to everyone that they were getting close. For all of them, the situation did not sound good at all even when the sound was still muffled by something.
The team finally arrived at what seemed to be a closed entrance, but they could hear the same muffled noises. And evidently there were sounds of heavy banging against the door. Thankfully it would hold, but for how long?
"How many of you are there?!" the frantic voice in the radio blurted through the connection with a clear lack of interference now, "Shit is hitting the fan here!"
As we made our way towards the objective through the caverns, the static was starting to clear up, but until the static was clear and we were at our objective, I didn't have time to focus on anything else, instead making my way at full speed towards the objective at hand. As I ran, I could hear the screams and gunfire coming from where we were going. I could only pray to Micaiah, Lady of Judgement and Death, that their souls may be spared and find salvation and peace in the afterlife, the peace that they were denied in death.
I continued to run, moving deeper into the mine and praying for each and every lost soul and praying we could save as many lives as possible. That was the way to keep the loss from becoming overwhelming, at least according to my mother. By praying and ensuring that you do your part in giving them eternal rest, you could keep yourself from breaking under the weight of your failure to keep them alive in the first place. I clung to this as more and more souls died around me, their shrieks and the gunfire creating a cacophonous symphony of death and despair as we got closer.
Finally we reached a room with a closed door and several strange machines in it that I paid no heed to, however the door was of much more importance. I could hear...something coming from the other side of the door, but I did not want to know what that something was if I could help it, after all it likely was unfriendly and better off stuck behind that door than in the room with us. I could only take a moment to observe my surroundings before my radio once again began making noise.
It was a transmission, no longer marred by static this time, and since we were at our destination I began to speak into the radio as I had been taught to do. " This is Arwen Drake of the IACSB's SID. I am here with three others, all of us are combat capable and ready to assist you. Tell us how we may be of assistance to you and I will do my utmost to get my squad into position and do what you need of me," I said, finishing what I needed to say as the information that needed to be transmitted was transmitted.
Now all there was to do was to wait for them to respond, however I readied my bow and prepared to take a shot at whatever might come barreling through the door if it broke through before a response came, ready to fire as soon as it showed its face.
Following behind the people that had walkmans felt aching to me. I wanted things to be resolved already...or at the very least, to know what I was supposed to be doing. The Elf's outburst that an outpost was being overrun was enough to get me back in the game, though. People were dying and it was up to us to keep them safe. "We can't let those people get hurt!" I begin to run, moving closer to what my physical abilities allowed. I stayed behind to guard my responsibility, the group, but I really wanted to be there as soon as I possibly could.
"Please, Ms. Drake, keep me informed. I am not wired for radio, so I'm going to be relying on you." I could feel Ravi's disgust at my lack of preparation, and push it aside. No sense worrying about the past when people are dying in the present. I had no way to mitigate that pain, everyone who died that I might have saved was a weight on my shoulders. A weight composed of my incompetence, a weight composed of my setbacks. I push that back, and shake my head. Focus.
Running through a room of containers and machines...I wouldn't have paid them the least bit of mind, however Ravi bristles, more than she does for ordinary technology at least. However, I can't afford to examine them...not when the situation was as pressing as it is. I move forward to secure the position, taking the vanguard role as usual. I would have to rely on those who had radio gear to keep me informed, and direct me accordingly.
While a bit disappointed to find Arwen ignoring her eagerness, Lili continued to keep up with her partner’s lead – screams and gunfire; she was getting excited again! Another fight? Twice in one day? It’d surely be fun. The radio’s crackling and chatter was just about ignored by her at this point even though she had her own transceiver; being far too intent on more action to focus on the words. Thankfully, Arwen was kind enough to do the talking for her, as usual… she really was the best.
Noting the banging from the door, Lili gave a little nod to her most vocal comrade – though he seemed to be talking to Arwen, the further noise just got the would-be werewolf more jumpy. Everyone was getting excited! She had to do something now. The slamming on the door continued; soon feeling like the only thing her mind could take… aah, she had to do something! Twitching uncomfortably, Lili finally snapped with a snarl of frustration; rushing the door herself.
With a wild slam of her own; the superhuman wannabe-wolf would return the favour of the noise; simply crashing against the door with her shoulder – was it an effort to help the door hold? To threaten whatever was on the other side of it? No, it was just because she wanted to reply to those awful loud noises; but her team could probably draw their own conclusions. While in such a position, Lili would seem to try and hold the door steady as her mind cooled off again… though it probably wasn’t going to be all that helpful to her comrades if they prepared to fire on whatever managed to get through, given the little wolf would be right in the way now.
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Humanity has regarded folklore and myths as a continuing perpetuity of their imaginations serving to pander to their entertainment. However, by 1945, that was to be no more once the Masquerade was ripped to shreds thanks to the beginnings of the Demon Outbreaks. Today, by 2008, Humanity lives with the supernatural and continues to have mixed feelings about them. In the midst of their society, powerful factions have risen to deal with the common issues of the non-human and continue to compete against each other. But they must all beware the lingering threat under their noses.
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