Apocalypse RP #3: The Vanishing

[Marvelous Miscreant]

Ben Silently shakes his head and motions for Tyler to go first.

[Ericus Europaeus (Bug)]

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[Mik_Hael]

Rorschev ignores the squeamish conversation and hops the fence into the yard that the dogs recently exited. He quietly strolls to the hole that the canines used for transit, keeping his ears open for the sound of footsteps, before checking the sides of the hole for any signs of burning trying to confirm a sneaking suspicion.

[Gentleman Vaultboy]

Rorchev walks past Tyler and Ben to look at the hole into the next yard over.

This hole isn't burnt. As with all the others it appears as though something the size of a dog simply smashed through, heedless of any danger.

Mik_Hael:  You hear something coming toward you, fast!

[Mik_Hael]

(From which direction?)

[Gentleman Vaultboy]

The hole.

[Mik_Hael]

Slowly backs away from the hole.

[Gentleman Vaultboy]

Nothing comes out of the hole. The area of fence above it explodes outwards in Rorchevs face. For a moment he sees a gleaming shape amid the splintering wood before it barrels into him.

[Mik_Hael]

(How large, is it making any noise, and if so what type of noise)

[Gentleman Vaultboy]

(About the size of a good sized dog, and yes. A sound sort of like if you were holding a bunch of rocks and grinding them together in your hand, but deeper.)

[Mik_Hael]

Flying dogs...very well. Rorschach takes his steak sword in hand and attempts to dodge the fury missile.

[Gentleman Vaultboy]

Rorschach dodges to the side, just getting clipped by the creatures side as it lands.

The shine isn't there anymore as the creature turns to face you. Instead, you're looking at a  black muzzle that is vaguely recognizable. Attached to it is a coal black doberman, teeth bared, ears set back on it's head, and growling like a freight train. It makes no move toward any of the four in the yard, instead allowing it's body language to convey he fact that it doesn't want you here.

Mik_Hael:  You're bleeding from the shoulder where it scraped you. You can feel the blood tricking down your arm. It's not shallow. Also, the growling you're hearing now is different. It's more organic than before.

[Mik_Hael]

"Blat..." Rorschev swears under his breath, Rorscheve breaths slowly, trying to lower his heart rate and remembers the dog house that his comrade had described earlier. Rorschev ignores the pain of his wound, and calmly utters the name "Benny?..." looking for a response from the beast.

[Gentleman Vaultboy]

You could swear you see something like offense in it's eyes, and for a moment it raises up it's head before going back to it's routine with a viscous bark.

You could see a nametag on the collar it's wearing. Bowie.

[Mik_Hael]

"My mistake...Bowie." Rorschev slowly, slowly, sets steak knife on the ground without making any sudden movements, and slowly backs one step away from it. "Good (insert gender), Bowie, we are not here to disturb you."

[Philote]

Nix jumps up as the sudden commotion breaks through the eerie silence of the neighborhood and winces at the unnecessary exertion on his leg. He picks up his knife and holds it backwards so that the blade is kept close to his skin. Then, hobbling over to the fence the others wandered towards, he bends down and peaks into the hole while calling to them.

"Hey, are you guys alright?"

[Celadon's Penultimate]

Tyler reached through the fence and shrinks Leon to help him through to the other side.

"So, I guess I'll go first." Tyler tried not to sound as nervous as he was, "You two can cover me?"

(GV, shall I make up what it's like, for myself? Or did you have any idea of what you wanted us to encounter inside?)

[Gentleman Vaultboy]

(Never describe the environment.)

Bowie's eyes flash to the sudden movement in the yard, and it charges at Tyler and Leon.

[Zaleramancer]

Sascha follows Nix to the fence, making mental notes to both apply first aid at the first opportunity and learn how to apply first aid at the first opportunity. She would have to start pilfering places for text books.

The mental notes were quashed by a parade of silent cursing upon seeing that two idiots had gotten themselves in a backyard with an angry doberman.

[Marvelous Miscreant]

Ben panics and the knife in his hand is propelled from his grasp in the general direction of the dog as he cringes in fear.