1652/So Many Vampires
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| So Many Vampires | |
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| Date of Scene: | 13 May 2020 |
| Location: | Gotham |
| Synopsis: | Kyonshi attack Cecily and Singularity. I'm sure it was a completely random occurrence. |
| Cast of Characters: | Cecily Winters, Ella Normandy, Singularity
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- Cecily Winters has posed:
Late evening in Gotham. The time of day when the last vestiges of color bleed out of the cloudy sky, giving way to blues and greys as the sun's final death throes cast the longest shadows. The shadows are even longer in Gotham, the wealth of tall buildings and dark alleys leaving the denser parts of the city somehow menacing even at noontime. Watching the clouds gather and the night fall is a favored pastime for many a guest and resident, as the lights in the buildings flicker to life. At a corner coffee shop, with a nice view of Wayne Tower, a woman in a tailored suit jacket and skirt stands with a mug of something hot in one hand, her other keeping a hefty bookbag held snug to her side. She draws glances here and there, as she watches the sky, because of the trio of white fox tails that swish, twitch, and flit behind her as the breeze dances around with her hair and fur.
- Ella Normandy has posed:
Gotham City stinks. Most cities do, but Gotham has a reek all its own, garbage and human waste and pollution and despair. Its stench is potent enough that carrying a cup of coffee is a good idea, the modern-day equivalent of a noble pinning an orange slice to the collar when out among the peasants. The potent stink covers for a lot, like the reek of corpses emerging from the shadows, their eyes blank, their skin white with exsanguination and green with mold, their teeth long and vulpine as if in mockery of a true fox's. Their hands emerge into the fading light first, fingers twisted with decay. The sound of their dry tendons creaking as they grasp forward is the only sound they make despite their gaping mouths. They emerge from four different alleys, at least a dozen of them, all converging in short hops toward Cecily with no seeming interest in stealth.
- Singularity has posed:
Gotham...is not nearly a nice city as Metropolis. Or even New York! There are so many fascinating people, all living their lives...but it seems lives are much harder in Gotham, somehow. It's not the gothic atmosphere or buildings that create that sense of mingled sadness and concern for the blue girl who flies over it...it's the sense of decay barely arrested, the feel of people trying desperately to live their lives in harder times.
While there's no shadow over the city anymore, save metaphorically, Singularity has stayed. Because she can. Because she wants to help, where she can. She know she can't save everyone...but she believes she should try to help all those she can.
Thus, as she floats down to hand out sandwiches she talked a nearby vendor into giving her, old ones that were going to be tossed anyway and starts handing them out to a small group of homeless, she's not actively paying attention to her surroundings as much as she should.
Until she 'feels' the entropy, her head turning, glowing white eyes looking in the direction of the corpses that walk. "...?" She pats the homeless, smiling at them, before she waves. "Bye." *Blip*
And suddenly she's in the air above, floating as she tries to look for what's creating this feeling of...wrongness.
- Cecily Winters has posed:
She can hear them before she sees them. And thankfully, she can't smell them. Yet. Unfortunately, it's not a good cup of coffee. It's not even coffee. It's the best cup of tea she could get in this district, and even then it's somehow lacking. Under-steeped, watered down, and overpriced. Cecily laments the bitterness, even, the shop out of honey until the next freight load. And now there's something terrible coming. Or several terrible somethings. "Goddess, I hate this city..." she mutters under her breath, closing her eyes and taking a long, slow drink that would color Sterling Archer impressed. At least, were she drinking alcohol. It's on the corner she stands, finishing up the last drop of shitty tea. At least it's better than no tea at all.
- Ella Normandy has posed:
The monsters hopping toward Cecily could be any race, any sex. Decomposition is one of the great equalizers. Their clothes are tatters, blackened rags hanging off their frames, shredded like their own flesh in which deep grooves have been dug. Their necks have gaping, surely mortal wounds dug into them, but none of their wounds bleed, and the destroyed tissue seems not to slow them down as they converge in a hungry, merciless circle around Cecily, battening on her, lunging forward with sharp teeth ready for the feast; of blood, but only symbolically. They want the universal energy the blood carries with it.
- Singularity has posed:
There they are. The wrong things. Like the ones she remembers, from beyond the wall in Arcadia. That was a bad time...but these are much less than that army. Which is good, because it's just her today...her friends are scattered, and don't remember her anyway. She's a little bit happy about that, because it means they're not in danger.
On the other hand, it would be very nice to have friends to help her deal with things that are wrong like these are.
And there's someone in the middle of the closing circle too! Singularity gets a determined expression, then seems to collapse into a blue point with a *blip*, then unfolds from a similar blue dot that abruptly appears next to Cecily as it unfolds into a starry blue girl. "Sorry. Going!" she says, resting fingers lightly in Cecily's shoulder.
Then abruptly Cecily, her chair, and perhaps most importantly, her tea, are abruptly on a rooftop nearby as Singularity teleports the pair of them, floating next to her as she peeks over the edge of the building at the zombies below, letting go immediately once they've arrived. "Bad things." she explains. "Safe here."
- Cecily Winters has posed:
The fox-tailed woman didn't seem to terribly mind that she was being surrounded by unpleasant undead things. Or did she seem to mind contracting a brief bout of Sudden Relocation Syndrome. Having all of the 'things' drawn to her would've kept any civilians in the immediate area free from threat, right? Cecily does have to deal with the disorientation, of course, which ensures the absolute last drop of terrible tea from her cup lands on her jacket.
"Thank you, dear," comes an entirely too-calm response. A warm voice, and with it, a warm smile. The cup is set aside, and her bookbag set on the ground. And with a swish of her tails, she starts taking things out of it. Stock. Receiver. Barrel. Hands move quickly, practiced movements, gentle twists and firm tugs to lock things into place. It isn't long before the fox is putting something in her ears and resting a bipod on the railing of the roof.
"But we can't have those things rampaging about like that, now can we? Do cover your ears." A compact rifle, her cheek resting against a side plate, is in her hands. She muses softly, "...no time to zero the scope, irons it is..." A dainty finger gives a tug, and the sound echoes across the rooftops. *KRAK!*
- Ella Normandy has posed:
One kyonshi falls over, its head destroyed by a high-caliber slug, which means there are only eleven or so left, only slightly discommoded by the teleport to the top of a roof: they continue hopping toward their prey and, when they reach the building's wall, hop onto it, feet first, sticking there, gravity now apparently pulling them horizontal as they continue their sack race-style pursuit toward their chosen meal.
- Singularity has posed:
Singularity obediently plugs her ears with her fingers as she continues peering down without looking away from the oncoming badguys as the first one explodes. Yes, they're dead...she still flinches a little at the explosion. It's..not pleasant to see. But then...they're not alive. That she can sense. Annnnd they're still climbing.
Singularity tilts her head, then vanishes in a *poink* of blue.
Then reappears at her previous position...this time with a very large and very full pair of dumpsters that promptly plummet towards the oncoming ghouls. "Sorry!" she calls down as...well, likely they crush a few of them at least as they go spinning down the side of the building.
- Cecily Winters has posed:
"That's one way of taking out the trash..." Cecily quips, amusement in her voice. The odd supernatural prowess of the blinking girl does earn a lifted eyebrow, but it wasn't all too long ago that the fox, well, became a fox. "Do mind the collateral damage if you can, the city workers around here aren't paid enough to deal with this, I assure you," the vixen calls out, drawing the bolt and racking in the next round.
Another loud *KRAK!* is heard, the rifle's muzzle flash lighting up the night for that split second. She's leaning over the railing, contorted slightly, aiming straight down, not seemingly bothered by the odd position or the off-balance recoil. Racking another round in with quick hands, she unloads a third shot at a third head with practiced precision.
- Ella Normandy has posed:
The explosions of high-caliber gunfire and falling sanitation equipment are drawing attention, as Cecily can tell from the sound of approaching sirens, but they also make the outcome of the ambush a foregone conclusion. The undead are mowed down in record time, reduced to dirty splatters on the sidewalk. A few more shots, either lead or more public equipment, will finish them off, probably before the authorities can arrive.
- Singularity has posed:
Singularity frowns as she sees the last of the ghouls fall. "Bad." she says softly. "Wrong. Good to be gone." she says, though slightly sadly. "Poor people. Life taken." She sighs a bit as she stands up, looking to Cecily. "Hello." she says, waving.
- Cecily Winters has posed:
When all is said and done, rifle barrel smoking, Cecily frowns. She unplugs her ears, and can hear the sirens. Even without the eyewitness accounts of creatures and heroes, the sound of gunfire is usually enough to earn a GCPD response. With a shake of her head, the vixen pulls away from the edge of the roof and dismantles the sniper rifle with the same swift skill she had put it together. "Not that I mind giving the police a report, but I'm supposed to be somewhere..." she nods to the blue girl.
When the firearm is packed up, she begins collecting the casings she'd spent, policing her brass as quickly and efficiently as she can. "A mystery for the officials here, unless they were hungry for me specifically," she says with an exaggerated sigh. "Not the sort of foxes I like to associate with," she muses, and starts looking for a fire escape to clamber down. "Do feel free to look me up if you're ever in New York City, dear. I'm not too hard to find. Look for the white tails," she winks. "Thank you for the aid."
- Singularity has posed:
Singularity smiles. "Know you. Can find you again." she says simply, though not with any threat behind it. "Be careful? Like your tail! Cute!" she says, floating up into the air.
