[d20 Cthulhu] What Rough Beast... (Part I)
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The oafish business man grabs a shell from his pocket and quickly inserts it into his shotgun. He closes it and grins wickedly at Randy. "Here comes the big nothing." He begins to raise the big gun.
Still down on one knee, Randy again squeezes the trigger on his pistol. He does it calmly and professionally - ignoring the shotgun aimed at him and the blood slicking the floor. The gun bucks lightly in his hand, and a small red hole suddenly appears in the center of the business man's forehead. The shotgun drops from unfeeling hands.
"Gaaaahh... Gurrrrrr..." He gurgles for a moment, and then his eyes roll into the back of his head. He falls to the ground hard. His right hand begins to spasm and claw at the hard wood floors of the study.
Back in the living room, Dr. Silver begins to apply direct pressure to Sam's horrific wound. It is like trying to plug a burst dam with a cork, however. Sam, his face ashen, looks at Ray with a kind of sadness.
"Doc? God isn't dead... is he?" With that, a small trickle of blood leaks out of his mouth, and Sam expires. His last breath seems to go on and on, and then he breathes no more. Ray, the wound was too grievous. Even with a full trauma team and a blood supply - it's doubtful he would have lived.
Ray grabs his cellular phone and quickly dials 911 and gives the information. As he does so, he reaches down and closes Sam's eyes. His part in today's horror is over.
In the study, the darkness of the room seems to suddenly become more... tangible. Flashes of lightning don't seem to be illuminating anything, as if their brightness has been muted in some way. Randy, in the corner where Bobby stands - you can see only a pulsating blackness. Each pulse of the blackness seems to in some way increasingly alter the rest of the room. It is tough for your mind to grasp it, but it seems as if the geometry of the room is becoming... simpler. The clock on the left wall - with each pulse it seems to shift from circular to square. You blink your eyes at what you see, but it continues! The desk's rounded edges become perfectly square for a pulse, and then rounded again. The rug on the floor becomes a rectangle and then an oval. Your mind reels.
A voice from the darkness cries out, "Ted! I have it! Come on!" That must be Bobby.
With a snarl, the thin man throws off Alex and gets to his feet. He looks at the bat briefly, almost as if envisioning using it against Alex's head again and again - but with a whine of frustration he takes off towards the study, and the blackness where Bobby is...
Alex lurches to his feet as well, and grabs the bat. He runs into the living room, yelling.
"JULIA!!! KRISTOF!!! CALL THE POLICE!!!"
Still down on one knee, Randy again squeezes the trigger on his pistol. He does it calmly and professionally - ignoring the shotgun aimed at him and the blood slicking the floor. The gun bucks lightly in his hand, and a small red hole suddenly appears in the center of the business man's forehead. The shotgun drops from unfeeling hands.
"Gaaaahh... Gurrrrrr..." He gurgles for a moment, and then his eyes roll into the back of his head. He falls to the ground hard. His right hand begins to spasm and claw at the hard wood floors of the study.
Back in the living room, Dr. Silver begins to apply direct pressure to Sam's horrific wound. It is like trying to plug a burst dam with a cork, however. Sam, his face ashen, looks at Ray with a kind of sadness.
"Doc? God isn't dead... is he?" With that, a small trickle of blood leaks out of his mouth, and Sam expires. His last breath seems to go on and on, and then he breathes no more. Ray, the wound was too grievous. Even with a full trauma team and a blood supply - it's doubtful he would have lived.
Ray grabs his cellular phone and quickly dials 911 and gives the information. As he does so, he reaches down and closes Sam's eyes. His part in today's horror is over.
In the study, the darkness of the room seems to suddenly become more... tangible. Flashes of lightning don't seem to be illuminating anything, as if their brightness has been muted in some way. Randy, in the corner where Bobby stands - you can see only a pulsating blackness. Each pulse of the blackness seems to in some way increasingly alter the rest of the room. It is tough for your mind to grasp it, but it seems as if the geometry of the room is becoming... simpler. The clock on the left wall - with each pulse it seems to shift from circular to square. You blink your eyes at what you see, but it continues! The desk's rounded edges become perfectly square for a pulse, and then rounded again. The rug on the floor becomes a rectangle and then an oval. Your mind reels.
A voice from the darkness cries out, "Ted! I have it! Come on!" That must be Bobby.
With a snarl, the thin man throws off Alex and gets to his feet. He looks at the bat briefly, almost as if envisioning using it against Alex's head again and again - but with a whine of frustration he takes off towards the study, and the blackness where Bobby is...
Alex lurches to his feet as well, and grabs the bat. He runs into the living room, yelling.
"JULIA!!! KRISTOF!!! CALL THE POLICE!!!"
Anabstercorian
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Alex turns with a fervent look. "You're not getting away, you psycho!" He throws the bat in to the living room as he turns and charges at Ted in an attempt to knock him to the ground. "ARGH!" He screams angrily at this lunatic who has ruined his otherwise almost bearable day. [Grapple Check at -1 (-1 Strength), +4 (+2 Dex, +2 Charge) for my touch attack to grab him]
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The Crimster
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OOC: You can't charge into a grapple, monsieur Alex.
Randy Morrison
“You in the room! This is your last chance to come out of this without injury! Get down on the floor with your hands behind your back! NOW! You in the hall stop what you are doing instantly, don’t force me to shoot you!”
Randy keeps an eye on everything that he can. As the sweat runs down his forehead tickling his nose, he gives his head a gentle shake, never taking his eyes from the man in the room. What are these men doing here, and what did he find that was worth killing over? Jesus I was not expecting this
Randy glances over at Sam Sorry Sam. I never expected it to go like this, first Alister, then the bees, now this. What the hell has happened to these people? Why break into a professors study and then shoot in cold blood?
“I said get on the floor! NOW!”
OOC: Randy will attempt to stop Ted from entering the room where Bobby is located. He will try and trip him as he runs past or if Alex is able to get a hold of him he will take one of the chairs in the room and hurl it at Bobby. As Randy will not enter the blackness if he can help it.
“You in the room! This is your last chance to come out of this without injury! Get down on the floor with your hands behind your back! NOW! You in the hall stop what you are doing instantly, don’t force me to shoot you!”
Randy keeps an eye on everything that he can. As the sweat runs down his forehead tickling his nose, he gives his head a gentle shake, never taking his eyes from the man in the room. What are these men doing here, and what did he find that was worth killing over? Jesus I was not expecting this
Randy glances over at Sam Sorry Sam. I never expected it to go like this, first Alister, then the bees, now this. What the hell has happened to these people? Why break into a professors study and then shoot in cold blood?
“I said get on the floor! NOW!”
OOC: Randy will attempt to stop Ted from entering the room where Bobby is located. He will try and trip him as he runs past or if Alex is able to get a hold of him he will take one of the chairs in the room and hurl it at Bobby. As Randy will not enter the blackness if he can help it.
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*Ray chokes back a lump of emotion as Sam dies beneath him, but it doesn't prevent him from realizing that the rest of them are still in very real danger. While Sam, Randy, and inexplicably, Alex play the heros, Ray will run upstairs to try to find Kristof and Julia and get them the heck out of the house*
"Julia! Kristof! Where are you?"
"Julia! Kristof! Where are you?"
Randy Morrison
Randy looks over when Ray gets up and runs away.
Damn, we really could have used him to help Alex. I hope Alex can hold him for a few seconds.
“Alex just hold him for a few seconds, so I can neutralize the other man in the room. Your doing a great job.”
As Randy hears Ray yell for Kristof and Julia he thinks Damn, Ray we do not need Julia down here, Kristof would be enough.
Randy looks over when Ray gets up and runs away.
Damn, we really could have used him to help Alex. I hope Alex can hold him for a few seconds.
“Alex just hold him for a few seconds, so I can neutralize the other man in the room. Your doing a great job.”
As Randy hears Ray yell for Kristof and Julia he thinks Damn, Ray we do not need Julia down here, Kristof would be enough.
The Crimster
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Randy, still pointing his gun into the darkened study, shouts out.
“You in the room! This is your last chance to come out of this without injury! Get down --"
The thin man glares at Randy through thick lidded eyes and tries to slide past him into the room. Randy reaches forward with his free hand and grabs a hold of the man's trench coat.
"Let me go, f@#$%r!" He struggles for a moment, and then slips out of the trench coat, leaving it in Randy's hands.
"I'm comin', Bobby!" The Thin Man shouts, and begins to head towards the corner of the office, where the pulsating blackness seems to have swallowed up his friend.
Alex once more slams into the man's back, and they both hit the armoire hard, which rocks back and forth and threatens to fall. Both tumble to the ground. Alex recovers faster and manages to put the man into a head lock. The man begins to scream and thrash about, which only makes Alex hold on tighter. OOC: Nice 20 on the grapple, Alex! Alex, as you look down at your hand, you see something quite odd. Your fingers, where they curve, suddenly seem to lose their curves, and become more squared. "Polygons," you think to yourself. "I'm made up of polygons!" It doesn't seem to affect you, but you see that the rest of the room continually shifts back and forth between simple and complex geometric shapes. The effect is disconcerting and nauseating - you can feel your stomach begin to rebel. Who knows what permanent damage is happening to you...? To your hands?!?
Ray heads upstairs to attempt to get Kristof and Julia to safety. At the top of the stairs, Kristof stands, wielding a fireplace poker with a grim face. He holds it up as if to swing, and then he blinks.
"Errr... Dr. Silver?" Kristof lowers the poker and pushes his glasses back with a finger. "I thought you might be... someone else. Is everyone alright?"
"No, Kristof. We have you get out of here, where's Julia?" Ray, for a moment there, you thought Kristof was going to swing even though he saw who you were! Perhaps it was just your overactive imagination.
Kristof points back down the hallway, where Ray sees multiple doors.
"That way. She has some kind of... safe room, I guess. Like the movie."
Back in the study, the darkness that envelops the corner suddenly... vanishes. The room is now just dimly lit, and everything can be seen - albeit not very clearly. But it is obvious that 'Bobby' is gone - and where he stood, burned into the wood floor of the study - a blackened symbol of some kind. Nothing else of him remains...
Alex, lying partly on top of the Thin Man and struggling to maintain his grip, sees this happen. The blackness that has crept out the corners of his vision suddenly grab him, and Alex loses all strength in his arms. His head hits the floor with a THUNK.
The Thin Man, still screaming, lifts himself out from under Alex.
Randy, as you peer in the room, you see that Alex has passed out, or else hit his head hard enough to go unconscious. The Thin Man, whimpering in pain, glares at you, obviously wishing for your quick demise. You see his face is dripping blood - apparently, during the struggle with Alex, most of his facial jewelry was ripped out of his skin.
"You f@#$%ers! Look what you did...!"
“You in the room! This is your last chance to come out of this without injury! Get down --"
The thin man glares at Randy through thick lidded eyes and tries to slide past him into the room. Randy reaches forward with his free hand and grabs a hold of the man's trench coat.
"Let me go, f@#$%r!" He struggles for a moment, and then slips out of the trench coat, leaving it in Randy's hands.
"I'm comin', Bobby!" The Thin Man shouts, and begins to head towards the corner of the office, where the pulsating blackness seems to have swallowed up his friend.
Alex once more slams into the man's back, and they both hit the armoire hard, which rocks back and forth and threatens to fall. Both tumble to the ground. Alex recovers faster and manages to put the man into a head lock. The man begins to scream and thrash about, which only makes Alex hold on tighter. OOC: Nice 20 on the grapple, Alex! Alex, as you look down at your hand, you see something quite odd. Your fingers, where they curve, suddenly seem to lose their curves, and become more squared. "Polygons," you think to yourself. "I'm made up of polygons!" It doesn't seem to affect you, but you see that the rest of the room continually shifts back and forth between simple and complex geometric shapes. The effect is disconcerting and nauseating - you can feel your stomach begin to rebel. Who knows what permanent damage is happening to you...? To your hands?!?
Ray heads upstairs to attempt to get Kristof and Julia to safety. At the top of the stairs, Kristof stands, wielding a fireplace poker with a grim face. He holds it up as if to swing, and then he blinks.
"Errr... Dr. Silver?" Kristof lowers the poker and pushes his glasses back with a finger. "I thought you might be... someone else. Is everyone alright?"
"No, Kristof. We have you get out of here, where's Julia?" Ray, for a moment there, you thought Kristof was going to swing even though he saw who you were! Perhaps it was just your overactive imagination.
Kristof points back down the hallway, where Ray sees multiple doors.
"That way. She has some kind of... safe room, I guess. Like the movie."
Back in the study, the darkness that envelops the corner suddenly... vanishes. The room is now just dimly lit, and everything can be seen - albeit not very clearly. But it is obvious that 'Bobby' is gone - and where he stood, burned into the wood floor of the study - a blackened symbol of some kind. Nothing else of him remains...
Alex, lying partly on top of the Thin Man and struggling to maintain his grip, sees this happen. The blackness that has crept out the corners of his vision suddenly grab him, and Alex loses all strength in his arms. His head hits the floor with a THUNK.
The Thin Man, still screaming, lifts himself out from under Alex.
Randy, as you peer in the room, you see that Alex has passed out, or else hit his head hard enough to go unconscious. The Thin Man, whimpering in pain, glares at you, obviously wishing for your quick demise. You see his face is dripping blood - apparently, during the struggle with Alex, most of his facial jewelry was ripped out of his skin.
"You f@#$%ers! Look what you did...!"
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Anabstercorian
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Alex trembles on the floor, lost in a world of nightmare! (Bump, basically.)
Anabstercorian
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Bump, curse you! Post post post post!!!!
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