mekasoundwave
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Post by mekasoundwave on Oct 19, 2013 19:56:00 GMT -8
"Wait, guys. Hang on a sec," Zeph chimed in, brandishing her blaster and fiddling with it for a moment. "I think I got an idea on how too fix this. Back up."
Z pushed the gate shut and fired her blaster at it the unhinged side, the super heated beam seeming to weld the gate shut again.
"That should stop most things from getting here. Hopefully."
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Post by Penny Royals on Oct 19, 2013 20:02:42 GMT -8
Ryan looked back, staring at the area where the gate was now welded.
"Well... it's decent enough for now. We'll replace the lock tomorrow... BEFORE the funeral."
He looked towards the building, moving towards it.
"Maybe we'll get lucky and one of the doors will be open here... I really don't want us to break a window or bust down a door."
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Post by JW% on Oct 19, 2013 20:14:58 GMT -8
"Hey, neat!" Austin said, having forgotten that they were even carrying a sidearm. Of course, now they were locked inside a graveyard, and their bikes left out on the road showing their presence.
They walked to the east towards the funeral home, a large church like structure. The main doors were locked, but going north to a side entrance they found that one of the doors here had been left unlocked.
"Wonder if that's intentional or accidental..." Austin asked, giving the others a glance as they went inside.
The funeral home itself was decorated as you would expect a church to be, but by the side entrance they came in through there was a stairwell leading down. After a quick look through the dark building, with it's spacious areas for receiving mourners and stainglass windows that cast strange shadows from the dying light outside, they found no sign of any bodies.
"Maybe they keep them downstairs?" Austin suggested, since it was the only obvious route they hadn't taken. Of course, it was dark down their, and even Austin was getting a bit of the shivers from what they were doing.
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Post by Fiery Firefly on Oct 21, 2013 14:53:04 GMT -8
"A funeral home with no bodies? Weird..." Lyra said. She was pretty glad that they hadn't seen a body so far though. "Do you see anything that could hold a body? Like anything casket sized? She was pretty little, maybe her casket is tinier then usual."
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Post by JW% on Oct 21, 2013 21:30:43 GMT -8
"Maybe they don't get much business?" Austin shrugged. "I mean... there's not a lot of folks living around here... I don't know."
There were a number of caskets set out, on display, in the main hall. All of them that were open however were empty. The few that were closed Austin didn't want to mess with. Logically, they wouldn't be keeping dead bodies out here in the way, they'd have them somewhere safe while they were being worked on. Makeup and other stuff to prep for the actual funeral.
Plus, you probably couldn't talk Austin into going around opening coffins in a dark graveyard at night.
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Post by lovely corte on Oct 23, 2013 21:55:09 GMT -8
Raising his fist, Ben went to take a swing at the boy before he realized he had decided that the match was over, causing Ben to drop his fist and take a seat, allowing his armor to pool into his body.
Breathing deep, Ben looked at the boy before he shrugged. Taking deep, steady breaths through his nose, he rubbed at the base of his skull.
"I-... I think we did." He said, before he stood up. He took a hold of White, clasping him and attempting to get him to stand. "Let's... go get a drink..."
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Post by JW% on Oct 23, 2013 22:30:16 GMT -8
Brian staggered, trying to wave off Ben's effort to help him get up, then realized that he probably needed it.
"Yeah." Brian nodded, still breathing heavily under his helmet. "I could use a drink."
He wobbled a little bit, and the armor plates retracted into his body while the rest of the suit stayed in place. There were burnmarks on his bandages from where Ben had caught him with that headbutt that had sent them both reeling, showing that the armors protection had a very defined limit.
Much later that evening Ben would notice that when Brian did finally remove the body suit to take a shower, the dark haired boys normally light skin was marred heavily by discolorations from beneath. Brians body was bruised, badly, all over. The fight hadn't helped matters any either, with fresh marks forming from this scuffle and the older ones from Brians adventures in town.
"Yeah... I don't think you could have taken Scalpel hand to hand either." Brian said trying to walk steadily towards the elevator with Ben. They had gotten themselves pretty much covered in dirt and dust from the fight.
"Damn it." He kicked a rock outcropping with enough force that it sent shards of it sailing out off the edge of the plateau down into the desert. He clenched his fists in their dirty white gloves, frustrated that he was being offered so much power, such a chance to become something, for them all to save the world, and every time he thought he might be able to reach it he found himself held back just a little more. "I don't want to end up dead like this. Some failed experiment." And worse, it felt to him that the failure was his inability to live up to the potential being given.
"Come on, you'll have to guide me back to the rec room for our drink." Brian admitted to Ben. "It took me awhile to find my way here, I'm not sure I could find my way back." He looked at Ben with a scowl as if to preempt the other boy from making some sort of demeaning effort like when breakfast had been shoved in his face. "That doesn't mean I want you holding my hand. Just walk ahead of me and follow the... whatever the heck markers the hallways have." He'd never seen the color coded arrows and stripes after all.
"We should probably also tell Oz. About our armors Achilles Heel targets."
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Post by lovely corte on Oct 27, 2013 0:07:13 GMT -8
"Sure. Come on. I'll take you." He said, grasping the boy by the bicep and pulling him to his feet carefully, so as not to use his enhanced capabilities and tearing his arm from the rocket. "There we go."
"Thanks for the support, I guess." He continued, sarcastically as he used one hand to push the boy and the other to hold the strap of his rifle. "We'll see. I haven't fought one of them yet."
"We don't have a choice in the matter, White. We die, we die." He said, looking at the boy as he guided him gently into the elevator and slapped the button. "If we die, that's just how it is. God has a plan for all of us."
"You keep spouting off, I'm going to fucking abandon you here." He warned. "White, in your state, you should be more open. Don't go being a fucking cunt."
Pushing him along into the recreation room, he went to take a seat.
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Post by Penny Royals on Oct 27, 2013 7:36:23 GMT -8
"Maybe they don't get much business?" Austin shrugged. "I mean... there's not a lot of folks living around here... I don't know." There were a number of caskets set out, on display, in the main hall. All of them that were open however were empty. The few that were closed Austin didn't want to mess with. Logically, they wouldn't be keeping dead bodies out here in the way, they'd have them somewhere safe while they were being worked on. Makeup and other stuff to prep for the actual funeral. Plus, you probably couldn't talk Austin into going around opening coffins in a dark graveyard at night. "Well, we need to get this done quick. There's no sense in being superstitious when there's a job that needs to be done." He set off down the hall, looking on his person for a flashlight, or something that wouldn't cause damage that would cause a light. He was wondering mostly about their gems now...
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Post by JW% on Oct 27, 2013 13:20:43 GMT -8
With a bit of concentration Ryan managed to make the gem on his forehead light up dimly. Sorta like a nightlight rather than a proper flashlight. But fortunately that combined with the helmets light amplification feature, giving the room suitable, if disturbing, illumination for him and anyone else wearing their helmets.
"I'm not sure if this is better or worse..." Austin said as shadows jumped all around him any time any of them moved their head. "It's like those night cameras they used for Ghost Hunters..."
Looking in each casket and coffin that was on display they found no sign of a body. Though they did find the crematorium with the huge furnace that would incinerate a body inside a coffin. There was another door here, heading downstairs. This one looked more like an elevator than a stairwell.
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Post by Penny Royals on Oct 27, 2013 18:02:04 GMT -8
Ryan stopped in front of it, looking back at the others. Now, this was a bit... freaky, to say the least.
"Well? Are we going to do this or not?"
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Post by JW% on Oct 28, 2013 13:54:46 GMT -8
The elevator didn't go far, just into the basement of the funeral home. It looked more designed to hold a full casket than it did people, but if Ryan was going to ride it down, Austin wasn't going to tarry behind.
The basement was noticeably colder. Down here the warm carpets and wood paneling was missing, and only narrow windows provided natural light. The whole place looked something like a mad scientists lair. A slab for preparing the corpse, draining fluids, pumping in embalming chemicals. The room smelled of them more strongly than the slight hint of decay. Shelves and cabinets lined the room, filled with bottles and cans. Chemicals and paints, make up for the corpses. Reference pictures of the deceased.
To add to matters, the coffins here were filled. Arms clasp over their chest, there looked to be two children, a boy and a girl, and an elderly woman, sleeping peacefully and eternally. Large drawers, like that of a morgue, implied further capacity, but the girl in the casket with the pink hair was who they were here to see. Lucy Grace. Her hair, now a wig, matched the reference picture atop the closed half of the casket, her clothing a formal dress. Flowers that had been fresh that afternoon were held in her small hands.
Austin shivered a little, though his suit seemed insulated enough that the chill of the cold concrete walls and tiled floor that helped preserve the bodies down here. He did his best not to look at the three corpses who would have service tomorrow. Or maybe the next day. The boy looked like he hadn't been given makeup yet and was pallid and very much dead looking. Austin couldn't help but picture his little brothers face on that corpse, even though he knew his brother was fine. Or at least as fine as a plague infected could be.
Instead of speaking, Austin studied the room, trying not to look at anything too closely. He ended up studying the floor. Tiled and sloped slightly, like a shower stall. There were sinks and shower heads for cleaning the surfaces the bodies touched, and the water had to go somewhere. He followed the curve to the far end of the room, where there was a drain down into the stormdrains that they had seen ran underneath the whole hillside.
That drain covering was large enough that a full sized man could climb through it. And it had been left unlatched. Anyone who wanted to climb up from those underground tunnels could do so easily.
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Post by Penny Royals on Nov 3, 2013 17:45:01 GMT -8
The morbid discovery downstairs sent chills through the whole group, it seemed. Austin had visibly shivered, and it was all Ryan himself could do to keep from following suit. He lifted a hand to the back of his neck, taking a few lingering glances at the inhabitants of the caskets, his eyes staying for longer than he'd intended on the older woman. For a few seconds he felt a little sick, but he moved forward, soon finding Lucy.
"Let's just... put the jewel here, and get out. This place is really freaking me out."
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Post by JW% on Nov 3, 2013 17:51:28 GMT -8
The moment they placed the jewel against Lucy's make up covered skin, putting it in her palm so she could hold it with the flowers she held, her body seemed to light up slightly. It was an illusion of course, their helmets reading the energy from the little backup battery flowing through her body rather than actual light being involved.
Never the less, there was now a ping on their helmet. Austin standing there knew exactly where Ryan, Lyra, and Zeph were from their implants linking with his, even when they weren't in front of him he sorta knew where they were. And now he knew where Lucy was as well. Laying there still in her coffin.
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Post by Fiery Firefly on Nov 3, 2013 20:07:43 GMT -8
"Are...are we done now?" Lyra said pretty freaked out, "I don't like being around all these dead bodies."
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Post by Penny Royals on Nov 9, 2013 17:53:09 GMT -8
Ryan nodded quickly, heading for the elevator.
"Let's get out of here. We can find a better vantage point now that we have her on radar... if anyone tries to get in here, we can fight them off, and if anyone succeeds, well... we can follow them, now."
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Post by JW% on Nov 9, 2013 18:12:08 GMT -8
Austin nodded in agreement, glad to have an excuse to get out of the place. They all headed back up to the funeral home, and then outside. It was dark by now, but they seemed to have suitable night vision with their helmets and the 'night light' effect.
That, and there seemed to be someone waving a flashlight around the gate that they had left their motorcycles parked on the other side of.
"Uh, we locked that gate, right?" Not locked so much as welded shut, but that's the same thing, right?
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Post by Penny Royals on Nov 9, 2013 18:16:40 GMT -8
"We did... temporarily. We'll need to fix it and get a new lock ASAP, it wasn't the best decision to have broken it..."
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Post by JW% on Nov 9, 2013 18:48:35 GMT -8
"I... guess." Austin agreed. "We didn't really think about what we were doing when we came in here, did we?" Not that Austin minded the whole not thinking part that much. A true hot blooded hero never thought about their actions, they went with their gut and their heart.
"Hey! Is somebody in there?" The flashlight wielder was an older man, probably in his 60s or 70s. "Nobody is supposed to be in there after I lock up! What do you think you're doing? I'm calling the police on you, you vandals! Desecrating graves isn't funny!" The way the flashlight searched across the yard it was clear he hadn't actually spotted them, and there were plenty of exits that he wasn't covering.
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Post by Penny Royals on Nov 11, 2013 23:17:54 GMT -8
Quickly, the blonde grabbed Austin, using him to push the others back against the wall and into the shadows with them. Listening to the man, he shut his eyes, and thought.
A few seconds later, he took in a deep breath and stared at the others with big eyes.
"Guys," he whispered, as quietly as possible - he would be unable to be heard over the shouts of the man, after all - "I-I think I have an idea..." He glanced around the area, to make sure of everything, and started nodding to himself. "Okay... I need you guys to get over there-" he pointed to the far end corner, the opposite of where the gravekeeper was, "-And you'll need to jump it.... but you'll need to be as quiet as possible... that's absolutely necessary, we can't make a racket. Got it?"
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Post by JW% on Nov 11, 2013 23:27:05 GMT -8
Austin looked like he was about to protest but then looked at the others and decided he could try to be quiet. If Ryan had a plan, that was good enough for him!
"I know somebody is in there. You left your cycles out parked out on the side of the street. This is a no parking zone!" There was a rattle at the gate as Zeph's welding job held and kept the grave keeper. "Hey... what's wrong with this gate? The locks broken... I don't know how you jammed this, but I can just come in through another gate you know! Darn kids! It's not funny! Some people respect the dead!"
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Post by Fiery Firefly on Nov 11, 2013 23:40:32 GMT -8
Lyra nodded, "Got it. Do your thing."
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Post by Penny Royals on Nov 11, 2013 23:55:18 GMT -8
His face lit up then, with a bright smile, and he waved away the others.
"Just work on getting out and staying hidden."
He moved out slightly, taking out all his armor, and leaving just his jumpsuit - he had no other choice, his clothes were back on the motorcycle, after all. This would at least look more normal, almost like little footie pajamas. After that, he stopped, closed his eyes, and started taking as deep of breaths as possible, focusing...
When he opened his eyes back up, they were filled with tears. He rubbed his face a bit to make it look a bit redder, and, starting the sniffles, rushed closer toward the gate where the gravekeeper was at.
Ideally, if all went right, the gravekeeper would now be seeing a small child entering the vision of his flashlight, shaking and crying - that was if the illusion went by perfectly. Seeing the man, he let his hands fly up in surprise, to hold his face and make his silhouette even smaller - and then let out a wail.
"I-it was a bet!" He bawled, his voice being higher than usual. "My friends... my friends said... th-that I had to stay here overnight to k-keep hanging out with them..." he reached up to rub his eyes, smearing tears across his face, "And... and we got in here... a-and they left me!" His voice rang out into individual sobs, and his breath became extremely uneven, almost even on the verge of sounding panicky, as he went on. "I didn't want to stay! I just wanted friends!! I didn't know we'd have to break the locks to stay in a scary abandoned graveyard overnight!!"
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Post by JW% on Nov 12, 2013 0:11:18 GMT -8
The grave keeper tried to look stern as Ryan put on his act. He hrmphed and shifted about, keeping the flashlight on the kid.
"Well, they must not be very nice friends! Leaving you out here. And breaking locks. That's illegal. I could call the police on them. They left their motorcycles out there, I could get their license plates..."
Clearly this kind of dare had been done before, and this was not the first crying little boy the grave keeper had escorted out of his grave yard.
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Post by Penny Royals on Nov 12, 2013 0:18:29 GMT -8
"I can do one better..." he sniffed, rubbing his eyes with his sleeves, and coming closer. He was more comfortable with the illusion thus far - then again, it wasn't too terribly hard for the boy to look five years younger with some tricks, and it was bad lighting here anyway. "I can tell their parents."
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Post by JW% on Nov 12, 2013 0:27:45 GMT -8
"Well..." The grave keeper shifted from foot to foot, causing the flashlight to wobble. "Why don't you get out of there, okay? If your friends have left already..."
Back in the shadows Austins head shot up. On the visor of his helmet the little pink light had just shifted. He turned and looked, over at the funeral home, then down, the little blip showing where Lucy's body was had just moved.
But they could see all the entrances from here, couldn't they? How could somebody be trying to take Lucy's body if nobody had gotten past them?
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Post by mekasoundwave on Nov 12, 2013 19:08:29 GMT -8
Zephyrine wasn't a talkative person to begin with. She'd kept her mouth shut through this whole semi-morbid affair. When Ryan said their plan required quiet, she didn't need too be told twice. But when the tracer they had put on a VERY dead girl started moving, a reaction was coerced out of her: a very hushed "What the fuck?" She looked over to Austin who also had reaction.
"Stay down!" she whispered loudly, pulling him down. "I guess you saw that, too?"
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Post by Penny Royals on Nov 13, 2013 21:23:12 GMT -8
He smiled brightly, wiping away the rest of his tears and coming out through a crack in the gate - as the gate door, after all, was currently welded shut (or, to the gravekeeper, jammed). He walked away a few steps before turning back to the gravekeeper.
"Thanks Mister! I'm really sorry about all this..."
He of course, wouldn't see the dot moving until later - when he would get on his bike and ride off, and, once out of sight of the man, would armor back up.
But that wasn't right now - he hadn't, after all, dissuaded the gravekeeper himself yet.
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Post by JW% on Nov 13, 2013 21:32:44 GMT -8
"Here, come on, let's get you back to the house and call your parents." The grave keeper sighed, offering a hand to help Ryan squeeze through the gate. The bars weren't that tight, and without his armor Ryan was small enough to do it. "We'll need to do something about these motorcycles too. Maybe I can chain them up until the police get here."
Austin glanced over at Zeph who had finally spoken and gave a nod. Then he looked at Lyra who was hiding with them as Ryan did his thing. How the heck had someone gotten past them? Or was it something worse? Had Lucy already been converted into a zombie? Was she walking... no climbing downwards... under her own power?
Wait... downwards? They had been in the basement. "We need to get back in there." Austin said, touching the hilt of his saber.
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Post by Penny Royals on Nov 13, 2013 21:39:53 GMT -8
He took the older man's hand gladly, using it to get himself out of there without a hitch. He listened to him, trying to conceal a look of surprise as he said to call his parents, and tilted his head.
"You already called the cops?" He asked.
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