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"
"Oh shit." Bobo says aloud. He turns to his compatriots. "I see 'im, he's on Train 2. Deathsights' tellin' me that everyone on that train is about to /die/." Bobo says direly. "We ain't got time to wait 'round. If yer' comin', come on!" Bobo says, before hastily running off towards the second train, hopping over the gap with ease. He's full of desperation, but to an outside observer, he just looks like another wired crackhead like you'd see on the subway every day... his manner of Dress certainly doesn't help.
<WRAITH> Gus tilts his head lacking a mouth to express himself otherwise. He leans forward almost resting on his weaponized limb. With his hand, the one that still has fingers he points at Train 1, "Did anyone else see that?". Snapping back up whips his head at Bobo in an angle too sharp to look comfortable. He looks like he is about lurch after Bobo but pauses to see what the rest of the group does.
His voice begins to rise as he watches someone shroud-step; but silences himself before shouting. Closer to Beckett for a moment, he grumbles, "We have a shroud-dipper on Car 3 - suspicious activity with a foreign object as well. I don't like it." he lets out to the group best he can - before moving to step onto train #3. With the cramped quarters he can't exactly swing his blade the same, and so move to carrying it with one hand further up the blade past the cross-guard; firmly gripping the leather. His other squeezing the regular grip before moving in, not unlike a spear - with the point of the blade kept low so as to not be actively threatening with it. Of course...seeing others catch other sights and enter other trains, "This doesn't bode well."
Beckett doesn't see anything! Too wrapped up with his trinkets, probably. He scowls towards the train, and glances towards Sigvard, dipping his head in a grim nod. He lifts his fingers, pointing towards the train like a gun. His eyes narrow with focus.
| Beckett jams the cameras | Beckett rolls Manipulation + Crafts vs 8 for 1 successes. |
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Conn looks to Forrest and Beckett in turn "This isn't my balliwick. I know only enough to know how ignorant I am and, in this particular arena, I defer to my tax collector."
| Beckett jams Train 2 | Beckett rolls Manipulation + Crafts vs 8 for 1 successes. |
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Train 3 - Sigvard The third subway tram is packed with people. Thankfully for the dead, navigating among the Quick is easy...No one is causing a ruckus and there isn't any fear of getting one's Corpus shuddered. At Sigvard's feet, in the shadowlands, is a broken vial, wrapped in a vellum tag and written by someone who probably painstakingly labelled it with calligraphic writing. INFLUENZA - 1918. Underneath the tag, is a seal of the Skeletal Legion. But where is the Proctor?
Train 2 Nothing seems to happen, save that Beckett can feel the success of the gift, as an almost ephemeral *pop* is heard in the back of his ears.
The festering corpses of the Quick are lined up in seats like cattle going to a slaughterhouse. Everyone from pompous, bloated businessmen to emaciated homeless people line the seats and stand holding hand-straps descended from the ceiling. The Shambler, the fetid corpse of a spaniard, sits idle in the middle of the train cab.
"I gotta plan..." Bobo pauses, turning to Beckett. "Where'd everyone else go?" He says cautiously, gritting his teeth. "That ain't good. ...Ya don' wanna mess with one'a these 'thout no backup. ...Specially in public." Bobo whispers, sighing deeply as he begins taking a moment to look around the train, terror written in his eyes as he looks at them. "Somethin' really, really bad is gonna happen if we aren't careful... there he is." Bobo continues whispering, gesturing vaguely with his neck towards the Spaniard in the middle of the train. He seats directly across from him, giving it a moment before he speaks up. "You sure look pale, buddy. First time ridin' the metro?" He asks curiously, subtly scanning the man up and down with his eyes.
Beckett checks over his shoulders for station security cameras. If he'd find one trace the wires to the security wires with the box and lift his fingers again. "We need to clear the Mortals out of here. Can anyone take care of that by doing something... spooky?"
<WRAITH> Gus bolts toward Bobo and his chosen car before it takes off. His corpus seems stiff at least by the sight of his clumsy gait. He whistles loudly at the others as he continues his jerky trot toward the Risen.
Beckett can once more hear the almost inaudiuble *pop* in the back of his ears as his spiritual power finds purchase. One camera several yards down, which had a blinking red light (the only one that does), flickers off.
Conn shakes his head "Spooky isn't really my balliwick. I could light the empty spaces on fire, or make the announcey thing sound like it's said there's a bomb threat."
