Apocalypse RP #3: The Vanishing

[Mik_Hael]

"................." =.= constant screaming int the background.....looks at hose.....requips hose, bending the end of it so that the water cannot escape, and walks back to the group.

[Gentleman Vaultboy]

You reattach it to the faucet, I assume?

[Mik_Hael]

(Most likely, Guess I could always use it as a whip to beat some sense into him, but hopefully screwing a hose back onto a faucet will not lead to a series of events that will eventually kill me. )

[Gentleman Vaultboy]

(Nope.)

[Mik_Hael]

(screw it then.)

Rorschev twitches and takes the hose again, storing it in mispace, along with a large amount of  newly created mud from the faucet, as well as the discarded bush, wraps his sweater around his head like a bandana, and walks over to the screaming person.

"...Boy."

"Stop...Screaming."

[Celadon's Penultimate]

Returning to normal size is a shaky and uneasy process for Tyler. His left lower back was badly gashed when he fell on whatever the heck that creature was, and returning to normal size did nothing to alleviate the damage he had sustained.

Tyler clutched his lower back in great pain, lifting his shirt up to reveal the nasty wound, "Oh, m-man...this really hurts. Did anybody s-see--GAH!--where that freaky thing w-went? I want to make sure I go in exactly the opposite direction. And some bandages wouldn't hurt..."

[Zaleramancer]

What did Sascha do to deserve being grouped up with a bunch of people who had, in the.. fifteen minutes or so we'd been outside, manage to injure themselves in a variety of frightening ways?

At this rate, everyone was going to be dead before sunset.

Well, time for basic first aid. She might not know a terrible amount, but figuring out how to improvise bandages wasn't what hard.

(If we're still in the yard with the fence that got knocked down, Sascha will take some of the smaller planks and bring them over to the new fence. That's all for now.)

[Gentleman Vaultboy]

You do.

[Marvelous Miscreant]

"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!", Ben replies

[Mik_Hael]

Rorschev takes the hose from subspace and holds it over the boy allowing any residual water to fall out onto his person.

[Zaleramancer]

Nodding, Sascha takes the planks to the middle of the yard that Nix is currently in, dumps them and looks for something combustible.

[Gentleman Vaultboy]

Near the overturned grill, hidden in the weeds, is a half full can of lighter fluid, as well as so old charcoal hiding away in the grill itself.

[Zaleramancer]

Taking note of the fluid and charcoal, Sascha glanced at the others.

Now, how to go about suggesting that we raid a building for cloth and utensils.

[Mik_Hael]

After dumping the water from the hose on the screaming man Rorschev pocket dimensions the hose again and walks towards the doorstep. Once there he takes a second to stop listen out for anything at all, and survey the interior of the building one more time in case there was something he missed in the first lookout.

[Gentleman Vaultboy]

There's nothing. After the attack, with the exception of Ben's screaming, things have again become eerily silent. The house itself is like a tomb.

You spot something you couldn't see before: a dogs head lay in the corner at an angle you wouldn't be able to see from the window, staring at you with empty socket eyes. It has clearly been lying there a while. The oven door is ajar, and you think you can see a single animal leg hanging out of it. There's no skin on it, and it looks rotten.

The whole house reeks of death and rot.

[Marvelous Miscreant]

"AHHHHHHHHHhhhggrrglblgh...bluh....ack....."

Ben's scream falters to incoherent glubbing ans the water invades his throat. He coughs out the water and snaps to alertness. He watches as Rorschev heads for the house and quickly follows, keeping uncomfortable close to the Russian's back in a cowardly fashion.

[Mik_Hael]

I retrieve the steak sword from midspace and follow the blood into the hallway.

[Gentleman Vaultboy]

The hallway you step into is cramped and dark, lit only by the ambient light from outside. To your right is a wall, and two your left what appears to be a wall is actually the stairs to the second story. There are pictures on the wall, a smiling family with two young boys taken at various places. Disneyland, The Grand Canyon, some sort of mountain area, always smiling. There's a small door set into the stairs to your left, some sort of under-stair closet

A dog lay dead at your feet, a collie by the look of the coat. Three fist sized holes and punched clean through it. It's an old kill. The trail of blood leads further on along the wall, around the corner into the living room.

[Mik_Hael]

Rorschev nods slightly at the trail of blood and motions for his comrade to back into the kitchen. Keeping his eyes in front of him Rorschev backs up back to the kitchen door, and dislodges it completely. Then he turns, door in hand, and gives it to the entrance of the hallway, diagonally. If it works the Door should lodge itself into to opening, merging with the walls creating a barrier.

If it works Rorschev checks the kitchen for any cleaning suplies or weaponry, drain cleaner, soap, rat poison, anything of use. While scanning the room for any doorways that may lead to a bathroom.

[Marvelous Miscreant]

Ben extends his hands towards the kitchen and concentrates, trying to attract any loose metal he can and pull it to rest in the air before him.