[d20 Modern] RESIDENT EVIL: Damnation [PG -17]

The Forsaken One

Explorer

• Apr 25, 2003

• #291

Stumbling back against the wall Amelia looks at Yuri...

"I'm all for getting out of here as fast as we can and away from the outside of the house. We can come back later since these things seem to need some time to track us down but for now lets get the hell out of here! The windows aren't barred and glass and some pain aren't going to stop these... things or whatever they are. If pain is known to them at all."

She hustles quickly over to first examined door, grabs the doorknob and looks over her shoulder at the rest.

"Come on, time is not on our side here. We can always come back later... and with a plan. And the moisture was on the other side of this door. We might have to fight for it but... looking and hrmz.. smelling at everyone's wounds here... we don't have a choise. We need to get them cleaned. Agreed Yuri? So let's move!"

 

Last edited: Apr 25, 2003

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Fanog

First Post

• Apr 25, 2003

• #292

1st Floor – Reception Room
Clairemont Mansion

"Sir, I could probably fiddle around with the lock if I had something sharp to work with, but it would take some time. I think you're right and that we should keep moving. That first door seems promising..."

Michael takes a few steps back to the previous door and looks at Amelia.

"Miss, please try to stay calm. I know we're in a pretty bad position, but right now there's really nothing we can do about it. We should keep moving, but we shouldn't do anything rash. What's before us may well be as bad as what's behind. Please, try to keep cool..."

Michael makes ready to move in front of the door, where Miss Brogart is currently standing.
"Please Miss, if you will allow me. If indeed we have to fight our way in, this might not be that best spot for, someone such as yourself, to be in."

She's right though. We shouldn't waste too much time. Better let everyone in position, get this coordinated. Corporal seems to have left the details to me...

"Okay Corporal, let's do this. Will you cover me? I'll take left, you take right."
"Euhm, mister," Michael says, hoping to get goldStein's attention, "will you keep an eye on the window and the door leading to the hall? I think you know the drill."

"Everyone ready?" Here we go...

 

Last edited: Apr 25, 2003

Keia

I aim to misbehave

• Apr 25, 2003

• #293

2nd Floor – Gallery Hall West
Clairemont Mansion

Anders turned the doorknob, the metal cool to his touch. As he pushed the door open, he heard the gasp from Amish. Anders knew that his first responsiblity was to ensure no threat was coming from the room, before turning to see what Amish was surprised about.

Whoa, . . . blue, Anders thought as he scanned the room for threats. 'I'm blue da-ba-da-be-da-ba-do' . . . stupid song in my head now. Have to be careful, this could more than it seems. Now what . . .

There weren't any words . . .

Anders had seen large spiders on his tours of duty - missions to South America, the Amazon, and other undisturbed locales. But this thing, this spider was huge. How in the h-ll did we miss that thing, Anders thought.

 

Velenne

Explorer

• Apr 25, 2003

• #294

2nd Floor – Gallery Hall West
Clairemont Mansion

WHAT THE F*CK IS THAT!? WHAT THE F*CK IS GOING ON GODDAMMIT!?

Finally, Amisha's ready to lose it. Zombies, undead dogs, and now a spider the size of a Voltzwagon. The rest of it she could handle. It was tough, but her soldier training had made her hard. This was too much.

Screaming, she plants a foot next to the spider's head, shoves the shotgun between its mandibles, and unleashes with both barrels.

"AAAAAHHHH! THIS HOUSE IS REALLY STARTING TO PISS ME OFF!"

 

mistergone

First Post

• Apr 25, 2003

• #295

1st Floor – Reception Room
Clairemont Mansion



Yuri moves to the right of the door and just sort of... stands there, unsure how to ready himself.

Man I wish I was with the rest of the team. Well, I wish I was with Amisha... and Maria. Hell, I may get the cold shoulder from them both but anything is better than the drama queen and madame mysteriouso here... Oh God, keep focused... now is not the time to pine for women... Pine for a gun, yeah... Okay, okay. Let's just get on with this...

"I agree, miss. But let Smith here lead off. I'll go through next, everyone else hustle afterwards, but stay alert and be ready to run back in here if there's trouble." Like there's not trouble everywhere. Yuri nods to Smith to open the door.

 

Gurdjieff

First Post

• Apr 25, 2003

• #296

2nd Floor – Gallery Hall West
Clairemont Mansion


Maria looks over her shoulder, still a bit confused by all the blue she just saw in the other room. Amisha's scream, combined with the giant spiderlike monster impact on her mind. Maria shakes her head, trying to get things straight in there, but the spider is still fully in vision. F*ck it, it's real!

Torch in one hand, tableleg in the other, Maria rushes to aid Amisha. "Hold on Patel, here comes the cavalry!" she screams while running up to the spider, smacking it on head. Instantly, she thinks gets a flashback.

Hot. Sun. Burning. The trees are a small source for shadows, but the temperature is still enough to make any man or woman sweat like there is no tomorrow. Maria is there, as is Anders, but both a lot younger.
Next image. Camp. Same forest. Moon up high in the sky. Temperature still high. Couple of torches and MacLights burning.
Spiders. All over the place. Crew trying to beat em down. No luck. Some man, an old officer maybe? Maria doesn't recognise him. Takes up a torch. Lighting the spiders.
Next scene. Camp. Little coaled bodies of spiders everywhere.

Maria doesnt hesitate. She smashes the torch against the spider's head, and as hard as possible. "Try this, f*cker!"

 

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loxmyth

First Post

• Apr 25, 2003

• #297

1st Floor – Reception Room
Clairemont Mansion

Jacqueline rolls her eyes at the speech from blondie. Yeah, we should just throw caution to the wind and open as many doors as we can, was the sarcastic thought that rose to the surface of her thoughts, among many. She already knew the price for not being prepared, and the thought caused her gaze to fall to her chewed shoulder. Bleh, I'll never eat hamburger again, she told herself distastefully.

On the other hand, these military guys seemed ready to rush ahead too - with a minimal amount of firepower, she noted - and she wasn't about to stay in this room by herself. Instead, she got behind Yuri and prepared to face whatever lay beyond the door, candelbra at the ready.

 

KitanaVorr

First Post

• Apr 26, 2003

• #298

Clairemont Mansion


2nd Floor – Gallery Hall West

Amisha Patel

The pain is horrible and you feel yourself weakening quickly. With the last bit of your strength, you thrust your foot against it, scream and fire while the thing sinks its fangs into over and over again. It shakes and shudders, the yellow pus oozing from it smells horrible and inflames your nostrils.

Maria, Anders

The thing shudders and falls still, but its fangs remain buried in Amisha's shoulder, the wound oozing both copious amounts of blood and a sticky yellow substance which smelled awful. Amisha's face is looking quite pale.

1st Floor – Reception Room

Jacqueline, Yuri, Michael, Amelia, Isaac

A woman's shrill scream echoes from upstairs quickly followed by two shotgun blasts. You can all hear the yelling and the screaming echoing through the doors...if quite muffled and faint.

Isaac Goldstein

Outside you can hear something moving around near the window, until the bloody snout of a dog presses against it and snarls at you.

Ameila Brogart

Your hand nearly trembles but the metal knob is cold. Slowly you turn the knob and push the door open. The first thing that hits you...the smell of something incredibly disgusting...mixed in with the strong scent of water and chlorine.

Michael, Jaqueline, Yuri, Amelia

The light from the candle illuminates only part of the bathroom, but its disgusting enough. You see a sink in one corner, overflowing with water, a very dead looking man hunched over it. His head is in the water, arms hanging along the side of the sink. Next to him was an open bottle of cleaning fluid.

 

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The Forsaken One

Explorer

• Apr 26, 2003

• #299

"Taking no chances with this one. Not trusting any corpse with an intact upper spinal cord in or around this house."

With a slender swing Amelia's agility shows as she plants her foot in the upper spinal cord of the corpse.

"Seems like somone took his or her own life. Hrmz... seeing what haunts this place... Probably to prevent his death at the hands, fangs, claws, tentacles of whatever crawls around this mansion."

 

Last edited: Apr 26, 2003

Fanog

First Post

• Apr 26, 2003

• #300

1st Floor – Reception Room
Clairemont Mansion

Michael hears the scream and instantly assumes, knows, that it comes from Amisha. He registers the door opening and the bathroom being behind it, but his attention is no longer there. Without thinking he darts across the room towards the door leading to the hall, his hand reaching towards the door to open it. As he does so, he seems to catch himself for a moment. He jerks his head back, making eye contact with the Corporal.

"They're in trouble! We have to help them. Sir?"

The question is pleading, the urgency is thick in his voice. Michael's mind is already with the others up on the second floor, but his hand is still on the doorknob. He impatiently awaits the Corporal's answer, opening the door and sprinting up the stairs at the first sign that the Corporal is okay with that.