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[loxmyth]

John smiles warmly back, breaking out of his reverie. "Would we act any differently if he did?" he asks rhetorically. "Although," he says, forcing the words through his reluctant mouth. "I'm beggining to think that... well, maybe...." He pauses, the shrugs and smiles wanly. "You saw the icicles, among other things." He sounds like he's trying to convince himself of something, although not even he would be able to tell if asked what.

Daunte shrugs, at a loss for words himself. "Look, I don't understand what's going on... it doesn't make any sense to me. But I do know that I want out of here alive. You guys be careful, the ranger and me'll head to the car to get the flares." He gives the others a quick thumbs up, though it seems to lack any sort of conviction. Taking a deep breath, readying a torch before him, he then follows Ben out into the swirling blizzard.

 

[Jarval]

OOC: Update coming tomorrow. I'd like a couple more people to post before I do, but it's better to keep things moving than hang around too long.

 

[Thomas Hobbes]

ooc: I think we're short EricDragon, tmart, sixchan... anyone else?

 

[Jarval]

Danny and John make a dash for the pumps, while Daunte and Ben struggle across to the ranger's car. You all clearly hear the growl that echoes around the parking lot, rolling past the ranger and lawyer as the sound moves towards John and Danny. A faint shape in the drifting snow quickly materializes into the form of the white wolf that you saw earlier, it's eyes glowing bright red as it pads towards the two seemingly helpless humans in front of it. Involuntarily, Danny and John both step back from the fierce malice in the creature's gaze.

Ben quickly wrenches the Jeep's back door open, pulling the flare pistol out of it's box. He snaps open the gun and loads one of the bulky cartridges, passing the weapon to Daunte.

"Get close to the thing, then shoot it. I'm going to see if the Winchester makes any more of an impact than my sidearm."

ooc: I think we're short EricDragon, tmart, sixchan... anyone else?

OOC: Yup, those are the players we're down. I think EricDragon hasn't been posting to any of his PbP games for the last month or so (he's been a bit busy, but I think he should be back some time soon), but tmart and sixchan seem to have just dropped off this game's radar

 

[Thomas Hobbes]

A faint shape in the drifting snow quickly materializes into the form of the white wolf that you saw earlier, it's eyes glowing bright red as it pads towards the two seemingly helpless humans in front of it. Involuntarily, Danny and John both step back from the fierce malice in the creature's gaze.

Well, I guess it really is a demon. Interesting. That was one part of John's brain. The rest was saying Runrunrunrunrunrunrunrun. Trying to overcome the "flight" part of fight-or-flight, John fumbles with a lighter and a bottles of flamable liquid, almost dropping both when the molotov cocktail catches. He hesitates a moment before throwing, to see what the thing will do, but then quickly overcomes his hesitation and hurls the bottle with all of his inconsiderable might.

OOC: ...but tmart and sixchan seem to have just dropped off this game's radar

You could try e-mail....

 

[Vardeman]

Danny and John make a dash for the pumps, while Daunte and Ben struggle across to the ranger's car. You all clearly hear the growl that echoes around the parking lot, rolling past the ranger and lawyer as the sound moves towards John and Danny. A faint shape in the drifting snow quickly materializes into the form of the white wolf that you saw earlier, it's eyes glowing bright red as it pads towards the two seemingly helpless humans in front of it. Involuntarily, Danny and John both step back from the fierce malice in the creature's gaze.

John fumbles with a lighter and a bottles of flamable liquid, almost dropping both when the molotov cocktail catches. He hesitates a moment before throwing, to see what the thing will do, but then quickly overcomes his hesitation and hurls the bottle with all of his inconsiderable might.

Danny mutters a quick, "Oh, crap!" and lets the molotov hit the wolf-thing before trying out his home-made flamethrower, praying to heaven that it doesn't blow up in his hands.

V

 

[loxmyth]

Daunte fumbled with the flare gun for a moment, utterly shocked that the ranger was giving him a weapon. Even a relatively non-lethal one. He began to stutter a protest, but shut up when he saw what the snow coalesce into the form of a wolf. The sight of the thing sent a warm jet down the side of his pants.

Omigod, omigod, omigod, was the only thought going through his mind at the moment. What the hell am I gonna do?

The flare gun felt cold and clumsy in his hands, and he closed both hands around the grip in order to steady their shaking. He was rooted to the spot, and he was suddenly acutely aware that sweat coated his body, even in this frigid environment. His legs felt like jelly; he couldn't move. Even so, a part of his brain still registered the ranger's last command. He raised the flare gun timidly, pointed in the direction of that too-white wolf, and quickly squeezed the trigger.

 

[Jarval]

Initiatives:
Daunte 18 + 2 = 20 4
John 17 + 1 = 19
Danny 7 + 2 = 9
Wolf ? + ? = ?

After a moment's panic, Daunte aims the flare gun at the wolf and hopes for the best. If the what he was hoping was for the flare to miss the wolf by some distance, ricocheting off the wall of the rest stop, and almost hit Danny, then he succeeded admirably... (To Hit: 11 + 2 - 4 - 2 = 6)

John picks this moment to hurl his Molotov. The burning bottle arcs through the air, but goes wide, landing softly in the snow to the left of the creature.

Danny, now slightly panicked by all this friendly fire directed towards him, hurriedly ignites his makeshift flamethrower. A gout of flame spews from the end of the plastic hosing, blasting across the wolf. The creature emits an unearthly howl of agony, its fur and flesh seeming to melt away under the lance of fire as the gas tank gurgles alarmingly... (The wolf takes 4 points of damage.)

Bounding back from the source of its pain, you see the creature's bones glinting through the hole burnt in its flesh. They glitter in the firelight as the wolf's form shifts slightly. Without warning, a spear of ice launches itself from the ground in front of the wolf, and hurtles at Danny, glancing off the shinbone of his left leg. (Danny takes 3 points of damage.)


Damage taken so far:
Wolf: 4 HP
Danny: 3 HP

 

[Thomas Hobbes]

With the continuing litany of panic going through his head, John takes a few cautionary steps away from Danny and the burbling gas tank before lighting the second- and godhelpme last- of his two molotov cocktails and letting it fly.

 

[loxmyth]

Drawing heavy, ragged breaths as he lurches a bit closer to the demon, Daunte raises the flare gun and attempts to fire again.