Curtains#2 - It Came From Below!

[Rybaer]

Thurman Biological Sciences Building
CC State Campus, Coast City
Apr 17
23:19

First floor lobby...

"No one is innocent," he says. "I suggest you stay out of my business unless you wish to be turned into plant food."

Through the dust, the figure can be seen turning and ascending the stairs.

"You sure you want me to make a break for the stairs?" Mai whispers in Granite's ear.

*****

Rooftop...

Jorgi flings a bolt of lightning over the spider swarm and into the back half of the advancing rat swarm. Several rats are obliterated in an explosion of burnt fur and fungal tissue. Ultimately, most of the swarm remains intact and presses on into Tarentula. (Attack roll 14+10=24, hit; Dmg save 19 vs DC22, stun hit)

He then hurries back down the stair to light up the path for the newcomers. Two woman and a man are waiting by the access stairs and they start to hurry across the room once there is sufficient light.

 

[Velmont]

Seeing the innefctivity of his attack, the spiders starts to bit again, but that time letting out there poison to try to weaken them.

OOC: Drain(Str)

 

[Radiant]

Jorgi Vadislav

Thurman Biological Sciences Building
CC State Campus, Coast City
Apr 17
23:19
-rooftop

"Comeonpeoplemoveit.Ourallfavouriteelectricmutantwouldliketogetooutofhere."

He runs back with the group, carefully holding down the level of electricity in his body. He knows people can die just from touching him if he isn't carefull.

 

[Keia]

Professor Fate: Unhurt, Hero Pts 4

Thurman Biological Sciences Building - First floor lobby
CC State Campus, Coast City
Apr 17
23:19

"No one is innocent," he says. "I suggest you stay out of my business unless you wish to be turned into plant food."

"I understand that there are degrees of innocence, granted," Professor Fate replied, thinking on his feet . . . or at least on floating intangible feet. "But not all here are deserving of whatever you've got planned here. You've scared a lot of people . . . and we don't even know who you are."

"My job is to get these people safely away from whatever it is that is happening here. If you've got a problem with that . . . well . . . then we have some issues."

Fate added quietly, "Shield from harm," and extended his arms in a semi-circle around him.

OOC: Activating Force Field. Still active: Flight, Intangibility, Immunity

 

[Mimic]

Thurman Biological Sciences Building
CC State Campus, Coast City
Apr 17
23:19

First floor lobby...

"You sure you want me to make a break for the stairs?" Mai whispers in Granite's ear.

Not yet, wait for it though. Granite whispers back, your too much at risk down here. Granite glances over and notices how scared she looks. Don't worry, I'll make sure you will be ok, he adds. That way you'll have to come out and have a drink with me later. he says jokingly attempting to lighten the mood.

Still protecting the woman, Granite leans over towards where Dr. Fate is hovering.

Just give me the word Fate and this guy is road kill. He mutters quietly to the man.

 

[Rybaer]

Thurman Biological Sciences Building
CC State Campus, Coast City
Apr 17
23:19

First floor lobby...

Fate continues to try to reason with the guy. All he gets in return is a deep, haunted laugh and the sound of heavy footsteps receding up the stairs.

"I'm not so sure that going up is necessarily the safest plan anymore," Mai says from behind Granite's imposing form. She gives Granite a tight smile in response to his suggestion of getting a drink together, but says nothing.

*****

Thirteenth floor...

With two women in tow, a young man leads the way through the maze of deserted equipment toward Jorgi. His eyes widen at the sight of Jorgi's crackling eyes and wild hair.

"Uh, just what the heck is going on? And how are you planning on getting us out of the building through the roof?"

"Hey, aren't you one of the guys from that fight at the conference last night?" one girl says. "The one shooting all that lightning? I saw all that on tv."

*****

Rooftop...

Tarentula unleashes the full force of his venom on the swarm of rats. A few fall victim to the debilitating effects, but most seem highly tolerant. Tarentula notes that those affected had the smallest percentage of flesh "transformed" into fungal tissue.

The rats continue to try to connect with the spiders but again fail to catch any of the faster moving swarm.

 

[Keia]

Professor Fate: Unhurt, Hero Pts 4

Thurman Biological Sciences Building - 1st Floor Lobby
CC State Campus, Coast City
Apr 17
23:19

Fate continues to try to reason with the guy. All he gets in return is a deep, haunted laugh and the sound of heavy footsteps receding up the stairs.

"Well that didn't work . . . Granite, I'm going to head up to the rooftop and offload as many as I can while he is on his way. Can you help the one stuck in the elevator and still protect this woman here," Professor Fate asked.

"It's either that or you slow down haunted giant there while I cover the rest. I can't think of any other options, can you, either of you?" Fate finished.

 

[Mimic]

Granite Health-fine HP:4

Granite shifts his head so his neck cracks and thin smile appears on his lips.

Mia go with Fate, he'll take care of you, he tells the woman. I'll slow down bigboy you get everyone to safety. I wouldn't take the stairs if I were you. He tells Fate, already moving towards the intruder.

Hey Big boy, now that your done with the preliminaries are you ready for the main event? He tells the thing once he catches up with it.

 

[Velmont]

The spiders starts to climb on the rats, trying to stop them right on place.

OOC: Grapple attempt if that's possible.

 

[Rybaer]

Thurman Biological Sciences Building - 1st Floor Lobby
CC State Campus, Coast City
Apr 17
23:20

First floor lobby...

Fate and Mai watch Granite as he goes thundering up the stairs after the large guy.

"So, what did you have in mind?" Mai says, turning to Fate. "There are a couple other stairways we could take up, if you'd rather stay away from that guy...and I'm all for staying away from him."

*****

Fifth floor, central stairwell...

Granite takes the stairs one flight at a shot, occassionally crashing into a wall due to the poor emergency lighting. The large man ahead is making an equally significant amount of noise and is easy to track.

At about the fifth floor, Granite finally catches up to the guy. The man turns to face Granite from one flight higher up, his green eyes glowing angrily in the semi-darkness. Granite can now see that his skin is thick and rippled, almost as if a spool of steel cables had melted together. It also appears to have a greenish-gray tinge. He is wearing pants and a white button down shirt, but both are filthy and torn in spots and entirely too small for his seven foot frame.

Hey Big boy, now that your done with the preliminaries are you ready for the main event?

The man grins back at Granite. "You seem to have a rather high opinion of yourself...for someone who'll be fungus food in short order."

Tendons and flesh crack as he flexes his fists and assumes a loose fighting posture.


Initiative (no surprise):
Granite 14
Green Fungus 10


*****

Thirteenth floor...

The newly arrived students don't wait on Jorgi for answers as they continue to push up the stairs and toward the roof. Here they join the other two grad students who are cautiously watching the two swarms go at one another...as well as the fungus tendrils that are still growing up and over the edge of the roof.

"Uh, are you sure the roof is the place to be?" one of the students asks Jorgi.

Tarentula, meanwhile, continues to try to deal with the rat swarm. The spiders seek to overwhelm and pin down the rats, but most are able to easily slither out of the spiders' hold. Tarentula can at least take solace in the fact that the rats are completely interested in him and none have broken off to attack the newly arrived students.


(ooc - I've essentially modeled the rat swarm as a single creature with the Alternate Form: Semisolid. You can easily hit with a grapple attack, but just like you they can very easily slip back out of it. At the moment, it's really something of a stalemate.)