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Post by Ermelin Papim on Jan 30, 2016 21:01:08 GMT
The lab was in complete disarray. Most of the researchers had understood the danger of the green creatures squirming around and promptly vacated the place. A rush of of of people had gone past him on the way in, the ones that had been able to get away before being targeted. A few others were surely still sprinkled around, throughout the office-like complex and cornered by their unlikely predator. It was good that Ermelin had gotten there as quickly as he did at least, since it gave him the chance to show-off and possibly even help some of the doomed salary-men.
The moment he crossed into the building, he laid eye on one of the unsightly buggers. In front of him was a lab-coat wearing corpse with a purse-sized abomination buried deep into the poor sod's forehead, shaking it's colourful tail trying to dig itself further in. The guy was one of the lucky ones too. The auctioneer knew that specific species of worm well enough to know that dying quickly was a blessing .He was also aware that they had a spectacular sweet-tooth for magi.
No time to waste then.
Activating his ring, the one tool currently with him, the magi's hand began emitting a molten liquid that quickly grouped together into spinning blob. A single swing was all it took to hurl the red mass at the dead-man's head, meting it together with it's new-found guest. Being burned alive is a tough death, even for bugs, and it released a cicada-like cry as it got destroyed by the boiling liquid.
Looking away from the bubling mess he had just created he couldn't help but feel disgust. "Damn it..." he muttered. "It's smelling like the world's worst pot roast." Although the will to leave that place was considerable, it was his job to try and exterminate the threat. It was too risky to just push further in! I-i mean, if left unattended, some of the creatures could go past him and into the more interior parts of the complex. Obviously the only solution was to say put and guard the perimeter. Yes, that was definitely why!
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Post by Baba Yaga on Jan 30, 2016 23:53:33 GMT
The witch stepped in the laboratory and cackled at the sight of such chaos. A few corpses layed on the floor, already mangled by the vicious worms and a very hesitating fancy man stood in front of her, blocking her view of the rest of the scene. Their little flesh chewing, the tiptaping of their paws, the squirming of fluids not even she had recolection of, oh how satisfying this mission was! Slurping her lips, Baba Yaga advanced fearlessly into the worms new found domain.
The mission description said the job was to contain them and to prevent these dangerous critters from escaping, but she couldn't care less if they did. She heard about the risk of infection and flesh damaged by so marvelous of toxins would be an invaluable asset. However, that does not mean she would facilitate their escape in any way. 'Finnally I have the chance to actually squish something dead.' thought the witch.
She passed through the man in brown attire, who had just expelled what seemed like lava from his hand. It hit a corpse and its scavenger in a piercing screech that sent pleasure shivers down her spine.
She felt a voracious nibble on her neck.
One of the green monsters had dropped from a shelf above and was gnawing into her flesh. Eyes glaring red and laughing like a shark a second pair of jaws erupted from her skin and around the parasite and in a few seconds had sliced it into a viscous pulp that dripped down her chest and outside her robes. The bite mark and the beasts teeth still pulsed fluorescent on her skin as she ripped that bit of flesh out and throwed it in the direction of a swarm that delighted in the bonus meal. The disease they carry is quite something, this will prove extremely useful in the future... She couldn't wait to find something she could imbue this with.
From the scientists failed research, her's now commences.
Let the fancy man and other such members take care of the door.
The Witch is having fun tonight.
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Post by Gráinne on Jan 31, 2016 0:24:53 GMT
Well, her first day at Chaldea had been interesting. A quick trip to the cafeteria, a stop off to say hello to Ms. Arascain who was as negative and dull as always, then straight off to a mission. Grace barely had enough time to unpack her things before the mission had come up. But she had joined Chaldea because she was eager to actually get things done in the world.
To say it had probably been a bad idea to charge head first into this was a bad idea would most likely be the understatement of the century, yet Grace had done so with an enthusiasm that even the most hot headed of heroes would have found at least somewhat admirable. Having tugged on her large jacket, to make sure as little of her body was on show as possible the magus approached the laboratory as fast as her reinforced legs could carry her.
Which, fortunately was pretty damn fast.
And, unfortunately, meant that she had arrived just in time to watch a decrepit old woman tear a piece of her own flesh out for the worms to feast upon. Oddly enough, it gave her some sort of relief. The woman was not an ordinary magus (in fact, at this point she was under the impression that only a Servant would be capable of such a feat) and as such, the worms would have less of a chance of getting out and feasting on more innocent people. Grey eyes shifted to glance at the dilapidated corpses of some of the scientists, widening only when she noticed one of the green monstrosities make a beeline towards her.
On impulse she closed her eyes, the image of the beast aflame being the first image to pop into her head. She only opened them once she had heard it cry out in pain and only relaxed once it had ceased its writhing. Inwardly she thanked god that she wasn’t currently in a mission that involved time travelling, as her only option would have been to attempt to reinforce the thing to death.
Thank god for the small mercies.
For the first time in a long time the grey eyed woman spoke with a voice denoting the decorum she had always thought that a family head should have.
“Is everyone alright?”
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Post by Thomas Edison on Feb 1, 2016 9:23:56 GMT
Caster was a thinker of some renown. It was a convenient benefit of his ability to focus on many things at once. However, even if one devoted a million different thought processes to devising an escape plan, there was only a certain number of results one could get when trapped in a laboratory being assaulted by giant bugs.
...One. One was the number of possible results. And it wasn't a particularly successful one, either. Pretty much all ideas to get himself out of the laboratory resulted in Edison ending up in the same state as the other researchers.
Which brings us to Thomas Edison's newest discovery: the fact that when you can't stop your mind from thinking of solutions, being unable to come up with one leads to a perpetual state of irritation. Unable to do much else to pass the time but spin in his chair, Edison did his best to not contemplate the irony of being killed by a science experiment.
A sound coming from outside the room got his attention. Someone had taken a wrong turn, it seemed.
"Hello? Is someone there?" His hand rested on the keypad to unlock the door. He dreaded the concept of having to open it, but if another researcher had survived, he would be a lot safer hiding with Edison than running out there. Not that Caster's current situation could be considered 'safe' by any stretch of imagination.
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Post by Ermelin Papim on Feb 1, 2016 21:28:17 GMT
The saggy old hag was one of those sights that quickly grabbed your attention; mostly for terrible reasons. She however seemed...not that bothered by the vicious snappers that gnawed on her body. But with that backup around, Ermelin felt relatively braver. Most of the wiggling monstrosities were now focused on the much easier immobile target.
Well, everyone had their roles to play, and Ermlin was meant for greater things than just guard duty. The other girl didn't seem like the brave type, or even particularly smokin'. She was an average 6 out 10 in Ermelin's patented eye-candy scale. That said, he had no interest waiting around for anyone at that point especially when the more immediate threats had already been dealt with.
Rushing inside was the right thing to do, but he'd attempt to stay in shouting distance from the decrypt woman, just in case.
His quick dash into the belly of the beast echoed through metallic hallways and made the man look like a blumbering fool. From his motions to his mannerisms, everything about him was exaggerated and silly. Plainly what you'd expect from a character in a book, a clueless snob playboy type.
On the way, a few of the wandering worms focused him but he effortless fell them. Or at least he thought he felled them.
To be honest he had just blasted them all away as well he could, and quickly ran without confirming the kills. This irresponsible development had gotten him to yet another hallway, standing in front of locked door. He wasted no time in doing his heroic duties.
"Rescue team over here! Anyone still alive?"
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Post by Baba Yaga on Feb 1, 2016 23:00:08 GMT
"Come, come little ones, just because you bite that doesn't mean i will... ehehe"
Alcohol is something that Baba Yaga has never tasted, so being drunk is beyond her life experience.
However, she has a different kind of high.
"Yes, yes, thats the spot... now stay put!"
Centuries of meddling with the foulest of diseases, toxins and venoms have made her nigh immune to most infectious afflictions. So the growing number of worms squirming towards her and nibbling on her skin were nothing she was concerned about. They seemed drawn to her more than the other people present for some reason. She must smell nice, according to the vermin.
"I SAID STAY PUT YOU INFLATED GRUB!"
That said, whenever she gets infected with something she has never dealt with, the otherwise fatal condition just makes her... tipsy. And if she isn't a pretty sight serious, one can imagine inebriated. Ordering worms around is not an effective strategy, but she didn't quite care. The worms that did not obey met a quick and violent fate. Usually at the tip of her rotten heels as she stomped or kicked the struggling green creatures. The amount of physical effort in the extermination looked almost as if she forgot how to cast spells.
"Now, lets try again shall we...
YOU go there, and YOU go hide behind the counter.
DID YOU NOT HEAR ME!
...Why is my back so heavy? How annoying..."
The worms she didn't notice and managed to lock their little teeth in her flesh occasionally fell off on their own, without the need to be shredded by her magical jaws. They seemed exhausted and even more inflated, like they ate a huge bad meal. One or two even puked. Oh, how silly of the little things, trying to lay eggs on the crone... The witch was almost the embodiment of pestilence, nothing could survive inside that temple of putrefaction.
Stomping them, piercing them with her claws, shredding them with her teeth, she was treading nicely in the extermination department but was now completly oblivious to the captive scientists or the other two masters that were circling around the green carnage to save them.
Shaking off uncooperative worm blood from her hands, the witch sighed, blowing messy strand of hair out of her face.
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Post by Chaldea-san on Feb 13, 2016 22:10:08 GMT
Smoke filled the Hallways.
Not slowly or subtlety like you'd expect from a fire, but in one large wave. It was as if large flood gates had been opened and a massive surge of dust and smoke thrown through.
The tremor that came with it was more than enough to blast those unfortunate enough to be inside off their feet, and the deafening sound of an explosion surely had them completely disoriented.
They were close.
Close to the source of that terrible event
The research department was only a few staircases away from the trismegistus server area.
That entire floor was in the processes of being evacuated due to the outbreak, but it was likely to have not yet been cleared.
Was anyone still alive?
[MISSION SUSPENDED]
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