2020.11.09 Life and Death 6
Preparations
| Gus Moliates! |
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| Gus rolls Dexterity + Moliate vs 4 for 7 successes. |
| Gus rolls Intelligence + Moliate vs 4 for 5 successes. |
| Gus rolls Intelligence + Moliate vs 4 for 3 successes. |
Scene
A few weeks have passed since the raid on the house of the medium cult who, for one reason or another, helped the Shambler on the Tamerlane. What the group did discern however is that there is a sinister plot afoot. Smallpox has hit Prospect. Like any wave of disease, smallpox has hit Prospect like a heavy weight. Hundreds of cases over the course of weeks have exploded into the thousands and the death count has started to tick. Smallpox, followed by deadly fevers, ultimately leading to death.
But no sign of the Shambler. Whom the investigators have pegged as patient zero of the spread of the sickness.
As medical authorities ramp up prevention efforts and begin studying this once-thought eradicated stand of smallpox, the investigators begin to hunt down the Shambler in the hopes of at least stopping the source of the spread so that authorities can do what they need to do.
After days of scouring Prospect, eventually one of you, locates the Shambler, and manages to Bat Signal the rest of the investigators. The Shambler, however, is in a difficult place...a dangerous place. And that, is where we begin our scene.
Prospect Metro is a flurry of activity. The holiday season has begun to see increased traffic along the trainlines. The underground subway terminal is flooded with people taking the metro out of the city proper to one of the adjacent suburban cities. Hundreds of souls wandering too and fro, onto and off of one of the three trains currently bayed. All three, are beginning the final prep and starting their final call for passengers.
Beckett takes a glance down at his phone as he approaches the scene, tucking the device into his pocket as he moves. Walking and talking, he speaks to Conn. "I appreciate the help... though I'm not sure how much you should follow me. I don't think this was healthy for you on a cosmic level the last time we did this." He was patting himself down, checking his coat, checking something under his coat. The grimace that cracked his face was of a man preparing for the worst.
Bobo leans on his Cane as he approaches the departing train. "Come on, guys... he was hanging around the Subway station when I saw him. I can't say for sure he's our man, but uh...he sure as hell looked like a walkin' plague with my..." Bobo grins, trying to add some levity to the situation. "'Special eyes. Hope I didn't interrupt nothin'. I..." Bobo pauses, scanning the room carefully with his 'special' eyes for someone who looks like a walking mess of smallpox. "I...I don't see 'im. I'll keep tryin'..." Bobo says distantly, gritting his teeth as he stares into the crowds and trains like a madman.
The clatter in the dead lands finally caught up, the shuffle of steel and the ripple of chainmail finally making it's way with a jog to catchup to the walking and talking group. Else wise he remains quiet amongst the group, heading up the back and following their direction as he's sure someone else was likely doing the tracking...given it wasn't his strong-suit.
Conn shakes his head "As far as I know, cosmologically, as long as I don't get stuck on the wrong side of the looking glass; it's all good. But that trick that you need, I'm afraid it only works if I'm in the vicinity, if you've seen Doctor Who; it's a whole big ball of timey wimey stuff. There's another trick I need to acquire to innoculate me more meaningfully, I have a cure for the cosmological concerns, but no vaccine yet." <WRAITH> Gus chases after the Risen who brought him here. The Dead man looks girded for war. His corpus is a mesh of black and blue like the m=midnight horizon crashing into the sea. His feature are smoothed away and any words just emanate from him instead of being pushed past some lips. He looks sculpted, idealized and moves with a grace that suggests his joints were given more flexibility then might be avaiible to a living form. His left arm looks esepecially bulky, the knot of small spikes and blades rests at the end of springy joints that seem more chain than forearm. "Wait up!" he calls doing his best to follow.
Beckett is activating some stuff. He only breaks concentration to peer towards the new Ghost. "Oh! A friend."
| Beckett enhances his stealth | Beckett rolls Manipulation + Stealth vs 6 for 2 successes. |
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Everyone scans the crowd at the metro...
| Scan the crowd! | |
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| Bobo rolls Perception vs 8 for 2 successes. | Deathsight |
| Gus rolls Perception + Alertness vs 8 for 1 successes. | |
| Sigvard rolls Perception + Alertness vs 8 for 2 successes. | |
| Conn rolls Perception + Alertness vs 6 for 1 successes. | |
| Beckett rolls Perception + Alertness + 2 vs 8 for 0 successes. |
Bobo sees the emaciated calling of Oblivion on everyone in the train. It is an unnerving sight, seeing drugged-out zombies walking next to mutilated corpses next to pus-filled bloated bodies. All have their due...in time. Death always wins. But one of them stands out above the rest. The strickened dead corpse Bobo noticed earlier, the Shambler, is in Train #2.
Gus and Conn see something else however. They may not see the Shambler, but they certainly see the sudden emergence of people who were not there before. A ghost one moment, then a person the next. He is holding something, and enters Train #1.
Sigvard, the vigiliant soldier, sees another ghost, who presses himself through the Shroud while no one is looking. He too is holding something, and enters Train #3.
"FINAL BOARDING. ALL PASSENGERS MIND THE GAP. ATTENTION. FINAL BOARDING. ALL PASSENGERS MIND THE GAP"
