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Hell's Invasion Prologue (Evan Tyler) [IC]

hafrogman

Adventurer
[section]Evan pulled to a stop once he realized he'd lost sight of his pursuer. He listened out the window, his heart pounding in his chest, trying to detect any noise from the creature, or worse, it's new victims.

After a moment, he realized he was thinking a little two dimensionally for a chase with a flying monster, and craned his head to look out the window ... and up.[/section]
 

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perrinmiller

Adventurer
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Evan was lucky to have looked up. He was just in time to see the black-skinned creature leaping down towards his car from the top of the warehouse beside him. The creatures wings unfurled to slow down his momentum and he was trying to land upon the Charge.

Evan had just time to pull his head back inside and punch the accelerator before the heavy creature landed atop the roof, causing it to dent inwards a few inches. With the engine whining and rear wheels spinning rubber, Evan could see the clawed hands curling around the edges of the front windows' frame as the creature was gripping both sides of the car.

Its ugly horned visage peeked down at him through the windshield and he could have sworn it was sporting an evil grin. But it had so many teeth it was hard to tell.

Then the Dodge's tires finally caught traction.
 

hafrogman

Adventurer
[section]Evan grits his teeth for a few panicked minutes until he feels the change as his tires bite into the asphalt. A dark humor overtakes him, and he smiles grimly.

"Alright, buddy. You want to ride? Let's go for a ride."

He accelerates sharply, despite the short confines of the roadway, drifting around the next corner and trying to wrack his brain for the lot's layout, and getting back onto a longer straightaway where he can really pick up some speed.[/section]
 

perrinmiller

Adventurer
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The creature hung on as the car took off. But the acceleration forced him backwards and he could not peer in through the windshield anymore. He could be heard to growl and snarl in some guttural language that Evan did not understand.

Then a knee bashed into the roof of the Charger. Then again. A dent was forming in the center, a few inches downward at a time. With enough strikes, Evan might find himself short on headroom.

Evan took another corner and the creature lost its kneeling position on the roof and was sprawled on its belly, still hanging on. One more turn and Evan would be at the straightaway.

The creature pulled its knees up again and resumed trying to bash in the roof.

[sblock=OOC]Again, if you want some randomness to help determine an outcome. You can roll Evan's drive of d8 versus demon's Strength of d8, if Evan wins the demon would lose grip.[/sblock]
 

hafrogman

Adventurer
[section]Evan hunkers down in the driver's seat, feeling the ominous presence above him, and all too wary of the car's roof caving in on him. He shakes off the feeling and concentrates on what he knows, the feel of the engine's hum, and the road beneath his tires. He swerves around the last corner and finds his straightaway. Time to see what this baby can really do. He punches it, and takes off sharply down the clear stretch.

The Charger lives up to its name as Evan pushes the engine's redline and picks up more and more speed. From above comes the protesting scream of metal as the demon's claws pull free of it's hold and scrape backwards, seeking new purchase. There is a pair of loud thuds as the creature falls first onto the trunk, and then rolls onto the asphalt with a deafening roar of anger.[/section]

OOC: drive - [roll0]
grip - [roll1]
 
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perrinmiller

Adventurer
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The claws had scraped more paint off the back of the car as they lost purchase. But the damage was all superficial and had no impact on the car's performance.

The creature did not appear to be hurt in its tumble and was soon back to its feet. It had stopped roaring in anger. Evan saw in the rear-view mirror that the winged creature was standing with arms folded over its chest, glaring in the direction of the Dodge charger. It was clear that he could not catch his prey by flying after.

Evan was heading towards the rear area of the studio lot and the exits from the grounds were in the opposite direction. Between him and the streets were the winged creature and the studio where Evan had first seen the massacre starting.
 

hafrogman

Adventurer
[section]Evan cheers silently to himself as he shakes off the demon, but the creature's reappearance in his rear view mirror saps his enthusiasm. And the quick realization that he's driven himself into a corner makes it a Pyrrhic victory indeed.

"Goddammit."

Hauling on the wheel, he drifts into a 180 spin and comes to rest at the other end of the straightaway, staring down the demon blocking his path out of the studio grounds. He sits in silence for what seems like an eternity as his heart beats once, twice, three times. Reaching into the seat well beside him, he retrieves his helmet and slides it down over his head. Once again he revs the engine, in a standoff with his foe like a bull and matador, all to aware that the bull never wins.

"Let's dance."

Working the clutch and gear shift he quickly picks up speed again, this time aiming straight for his target. The demon stands still, waiting for his prey to come to him. It seems that the Charger will strike it directly, but then it suddenly moves with surprising speed for creature that size.[/section]

OOC: Going for the hit this time, assuming the same dice rolls as proposed before.

drive - [roll0]
dodge - [roll1]
 

perrinmiller

Adventurer
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The winged creature was apparently experienced at the game of chicken and sprang into the air in the nick of time once it realized or reasoned that Evan was not going to swerve this time. With adroit timing it had planted a foot on the hood to push higher to completely clear the car.

Evan swerved and fishtailed as he tried to crane his neck around when he could not see where the creature went in his rear view. So intent on trying to run down the beast he found his speed rather high for the short stretch of street between the studio buildings. Hitting the brakes before reaching the end, he skidded sideways to have the car facing the new direction he wanted to go after reaching the end of the buildings.

Looking out the side window, Evan could see the creature had flew upwards about 3o-40 feet into the air. It was diving down at an angle to pick up speed to fly in pursuit once more. It angled towards the side and snatched up a metal sign pole that was a portable stop sign about 6 feet tall. It was carrying it like a club in its clawed hand.

[sblock=OOC]Aye, same dice as before.
I made a note on your character post for Driving d8.[/sblock]
 

hafrogman

Adventurer
[section]Seeing the creature leap out of the way, and now coming after him with a makeshift club, Evan shakes his head, talking to himself again.

"Yeah, no. We're done here."

He start up again, more mindful of the close confines now, but still trying to build enough speed to escape his pursuer. Hopefully enough time has elapsed that the studio grounds have been evacuated. He still wasn't sure what on Earth was going on, but it was time to go. Evasion and avoidance were the words of the moment now. He'd been stupid and played at being a hero enough for one day. Time to get out.

More mindful of his direction now he starts off through the buildings and sideroads again, planning a route for the front gates and (hopefully) safety.[/section]
 

perrinmiller

Adventurer
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The winged creature followed in pursuit, but Evan lost sight of it after accelerating past the corner. He caught a another glimpse of the creature again after the second turn. The need for zigzagging around the studio buildings and trailers slowed him down, and allowed the creature to regain sight on the Charger.

As Evan approached the area near the exit, he slowed as there were bodies on the ground near and overturned golf cart. He would have to drive carefully unless he wanted to plow through the cart or run over some people that could still be alive.

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Then a guy, not a rent-a-cop, slipped around the corner of the studio building be on Evan's side of the overturned cart. He was aiming a pistol and bracing himself on the cart. After a few heartbeats, he pulled the trigger.

Then the man turned away from his target to run towards Evan. The guy also had a shotgun.
 

hafrogman

Adventurer
[section]Evan rolled slowly into the open area, not eager to stop completely while the creature is still in pursuit. The sight of only a single man still standing amid the desolation was disheartening. He calls out to the man as he tries to thread a path to the exit.

"Guns didn't help any of the security guards. Get in the car, we're bugging out!"
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perrinmiller

Adventurer
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Running as quickly as he could, the guy attempted to hail Evan. He started screaming in a raspy Australian accent at the driver, "Heeeey mate, wait up! Let me in! I've got guns!"

He came around to the passengers side of the Charger, getting ready to open the door. Suddenly Evan heard the roar of another creature, but up ahead this time. The guy with the pistol and shotgun paused to look as another on of the creatures appeared!

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It looked just like the other one he had driven away from, and it was moving fast. But it was not trying to fly as it maneuvered around the corner of the building and the overturned golf cart. It soon became obvious why it could not fly. One arm and one wing were limp on the same side and it was hampering the creature's movement.

Evan caught sight of movement in the rear view mirror. The other flying creature with the stop sign as a makeshift club had rounded a corner and was coming as well.

GM: Entering Sezarious :)
 

Sezarious

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Michael started to panic a little more as he jumped into the passengers seat. As he opened the door he responded to Evan's claim with a yell "Then they were doing it wrong!". As soon as he got into the passengers seat, he spat the words "Go go go", dropping the pistol on the floor of the car and the butt of the shotgun next to his left foot, the barrel pointing upwards, resting between his left knee and the handbrake.

Michael started stripping his shirt off. "Black blood around the corner on the ground". He yelled. "Stop next to it for a sec if you can, I'll dip my shirt in it".

Michael hoped he didn't have to explain the potential benefits of doing this to the driver. He knew that obviously blood testing would probably be out of the question, unless these demons were just scouts and the world had more time to prepare, BUT at the very least, if the world was about to descend into chaos, maybe he could loot a high school for a microscope and hit the blood with different theoretical "anti-demon" substances to see if there was a reaction. Holy water and silver were two things to test.

Any "cold iron" exposure might also be something, they might be weak against them, so maybe lead bullets coated with iron or steel might be more effective. Also there's palo santo, sage, bronze, salt or maybe a holy symbol?
 
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hafrogman

Adventurer
[section]Evan looks at his passenger as if he were crazy, which he quite possible was. He angles the rear view to get a clearer look at his pursuer and shakes his head.

"We're not stopping. You wanna pull whatever crazy stunt, you're doing it as we roll - and buckle up, this could get wild."

True to his word, Evan angles the charger in the direction that the man indicated, passing directly to the left of the pool of blood, slowing just enough to allow Michael to lean out and drag his shirt through the blood, as they move past and then Evan starts accelerating for the exit once more.[/section]
 

Sezarious

First Post
[sblock=Some jumping the gun here]
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Satisfied, Michael leaned forward grabbing the handgun again. Dropping his Demon blood soaked shirt in front of him. He buckled his seatbelt and decided to pull the magazine out to do an ammo check [sblock=OOC](modern pistol magazines have little numbered and labelled pinholes directly behind each bullet; the number of bullets will equal what's in the magazine plus one in the chamber, so this only takes a couple of seconds)[/sblock]

With a great roar, the flying demon cut across the top of the last building, resulting in it gaining significant ground. Michael looked out the window, following the sound of the roar.

Leaning back and looking at the driver for a moment he yelled, "My name's Michael by the way. I was meant to be one of your extras today".

GM: Also you already posted once this exchange and it is my turn before you get to go again. ;)

I was still going to try working with this, but there were a few things that would not work to advance as far as you did. The wounded demon is not going to be ignored. And a gun shot wound did not really leave a pool of blood to sop up. A few minor details, but I want to keep the tension and stress IC up. :p
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perrinmiller

Adventurer
With a demon in front and a demon behind, Evan drove past the wounded one to turn around to go behind the overturned golf cart where the last rent-a-cop had his neck broken and throat ripped out. He had to run over two other corpses to do it and the car handled like he was driving on wet grass trying to turn left and then right to angle his passenger near the blood stain that Michael wanted.

Michael was not able to get much of a sample, just some blood spatter on the pavement. It still made blackish stains on his shirt.

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The demons were not idle. The wounded one sprang up on the overturned golf cart and then leaped towards the car as Michael was about to shut it. It was practically inside with him, its good arm holding the door open at the top and a foot had its claw-like toes allowing it to grip the edge of the doorjamb. Michael could feel the sulfur-like breath puffs down on him as the demon loomed over. Evan's pulling away in spinning tires had the acceleration leaving the demon clutching on without being able to do anything more to harm Michael yet.

Meanwhile the second demon had swooped down and clubbed the trunk of the Charger as it was pulling away. It was still doggedly chasing the beat-up, black car.

[sblock=OOC]Skill checks are same as before if applicable.
Evan's drive d8 vs. Demon Strength d10
Michael's firearms d12 vs. Demon Agility d12 [/sblock]
 

Sezarious

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[sblock=OOC]Sorry about that Perrin. I didn't mean to get too far ahead and I would prefer the intensity, I just got ahead of myself[/sblock]

"Holy SHIIT!" Michael yelled, shoving the pistol down beside the handbrake, he gripped the barrel of the shotgun. Lifting the shotgun up, he took aim at the Demon's neck. He hoped that it wouldn't be too fond . He knew that at such a close range, even if he wasn't as well practiced with a shotgun as he was with a handgun, the shotgun would have far more penetration potential at close range, as well as a greater spread.

This Demon was way too close for comfort, Michael knowing that if this next shot didn't hit, he could be dead in the next few seconds. He pulled the trigger once again.

[roll0]
[roll1]
 


hafrogman

Adventurer
[section]"crapcrapcrapcrap."

Evan keeps up his own litany of curses under his breath as the new demon seizes hold of the car. He shifts instinctively, pulling more traction and hauls on the wheel, trying to loosen the creature's grip even as he does his best to pull away. The door swings open as the car swerves, knocking the beast back a small degree, just enough to make the difference as the car fishtails wildly for a second and then peels out, leaving the demon clutching at air.[/section]

OOC: drive - [roll0]
strength - [roll1]
 

perrinmiller

Adventurer
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The shotgun blast took the demon in the chest, the pellets turning the hide into something looking like black Swiss cheese. The black stuff the demon had for blood splattered over the door and back at Michael. He had more samples he could dab up with the shirt now.

The creature screamed in pain, but only lost its grip when Evan swerved to cause the door to swing out and jerk back. It landed hard on the pavement, tumbling and rolling with its momentum. Its wings and limbs were sticking out every which way.

Evan was looking at the exit from the studio grounds and he yanked hard left on the wheel to skid into the turn to be pointed straight towards the gap in the fence that was only barred by a red and white arm that was raised and lowered by the rent-a-cops on duty. Of course there were none there now.

The other demon was still flying in pursuit, cutting the corner that Evan had to skid turn around.

There were flashing lights from two blocks away coming into view, likely police cars of the first responders.
 

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