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| [ARCHIVED] - [Zippo Run] Act I: Tunnelling the walls [Team Sewer] | |
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| Topic Started: Tuesday, 22. April 2014, 13:36 (2,250 Views) | |
| NPC | Tuesday, 22. April 2014, 13:36 Post #1 |
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George and the others had been led through the tunnels by a gruff figure in trenchcoat and hat, hiding his face behind sunglasses and a broad scarf called Griffin. Luckily they didn't have to breathe, because sewers being sewers, they handled, well, sewage. And contrary to popular belief, there was not always a sort of pavement to keep feet and trousers out of the sewage. The annoying bit was that everything down here looked pretty similar with the big concrete tubes and only an occasional lamp next to a maintenance access, so they were dependent on their own lights, light they had hopefully provided. Still there was all sorts of dirt running along their legs, even some drowned rats and other animal corpses were following the current with their bellies up and in different states of rot, from freshly dead to maggot infested. As they closed in on their target (or at least that was what their guide claimed), the waste was shifting away from domestic waste and more towards industrial waste. Now they also had to deal with rusty barrels and other debris. One of them perhaps even spotted something that vaguely looked like a human hand as it drifted by in the edge of their lights. The skittering movements at the edge of their vision were also an issue, as any attention seemed to make them disappear. The tubes became more and more narrow and finally, Griffin pointed them at a small dead end, telling them they were now under the building and wishing them luck, success and at least a bit of fun before turning his back and disappearing without further ado. The connection was bad, but that would change when they were in, right ? |
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| Ronnie | Tuesday, 22. April 2014, 20:28 Post #2 |
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Well yeah, really nice and cosy down here. Did the Nosferatu really live down here, Ronnie wondered. Were there some "nice" corners here somewhere that could be used as a kind of haven? How good that it wasn´t a Nossie who had embraced Ronnie. He really wouldn´t fancy walking around down here every night. But maybe you got used to it. Very likely he would have to dispose of his shoes after the mission. Trousers could be washed, but stinky shoes stayed stinky. Luckily it wasn´t necessary to breathe, but to get wet feet didn´t feel very comfortable. Ronnie was carrying the jackhammer and the generator as well. The weight was not the problem (he could have carried heavier things than that), but the size of the things. When the tubes got narrower he kept bumping and scraping against the wall with the stuff, cursing every time. He just hoped he hadn´t caused any damage to the equipment. What a relief when they finally arrived. So now came the fun bit...some time. After waiting. Ronnie placed the generator on the floor and had a look on the ceiling. So that´s where they were supposed to get through with the jackhammer. "So now we have to wait for the start signal...I just hope we´ll hear it." And hopefully it wouldn´t take terribly long. Waiting wasn´t really Ronnie´s strong point. |
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| George Henry Harris | Wednesday, 23. April 2014, 13:10 Post #3 |
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Methuselah
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Not saying a word George followed Griffin through the sewers, looking grimly at the walls and trying to get a halfway decent clue of their way in just in case it would be the way out again. The sewers: Dirt, rot, sewage, everything the word implied and they were wading through it to tear a hole in the basement and getting in in a way every guard, if there were some inside had to hear them... It was a mission every single one of his instructors would have called foolish and probably suicidal, but he had been stupid enough not to say anything during the briefing and now that was it... As they reached the entry point he just leaned against the wall and waited, still not saying anything. If only the others would get to their positions so they didn't have to wait all night... |
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| NPC | Wednesday, 23. April 2014, 14:36 Post #4 |
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The Game Master
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But waiting was all that they could do right now. All was ready for the signal and with Pierre covering the only way people could get to them, they were pretty safe at the moment. Only the grey concrete walls were a bit boring to look at. The worst of it was of course being completely ignorant about what was going on above and outside in general. Suddenly, the mobile phones they all were carrying as back-up and for silent communication sprang to life without a sound, vibrating one time thrice in a row. The agreed upon sign that they were clear to get going ! |
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| George Henry Harris | Wednesday, 23. April 2014, 15:10 Post #5 |
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And now it's on... Time to see what waits for us inside. As the signal was given George prepared for action as he had always done, loading his pistol and readying the combat knife, not because it was needed but as a ritual from days past. After a short prayer, another ritual of better days, he looked at his men, if they were ready, then he nodded at Ronnie as a signal to get the jackhammer in action. When the hole was big enough they'd see what was inside that building and how easy it would be to get the cure and Blackwood... |
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| Ronnie | Wednesday, 23. April 2014, 20:16 Post #6 |
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Standing around, staring at grey concrete walls, god was that boring... And it wasn´t the right situation for a chat, so they just stood there in silence. Then finally...a sign. Ronnie felt his mobile phone vibrating. Obviously it wasn´t only his phone that did that. He got a sign from George to start. Oh good, finally the action could begin! Soon Ronnie had the helmet on, and then he put on the generator. It didn´t matter that Ronnie had never used such a jackhammer yet, it wasn´t that difficult. Gosh! That was fun, just as expected. It was loud, yes, but in this case it just added to the fun. It was great to feel the vibration of the machine. He held it up over his head and started to drill a hole into the ceiling. Chunks of concrete were falling down, so it was really good to have that helmet on. |
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| NPC | Monday, 28. April 2014, 02:36 Post #7 |
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The Game Master
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Getting through the concrete wasn't hard. Especially for a Brujah with Potence who was able to absorb the recoil of the machine without any problems. Therefore, the jackhammer went into the 'ceiling' easily. The dust and small pieces of concrete that came down were no problem for them, They didn't have to breathe after all and the helmet protected Ronnie from the bigger pieces of debris. However, the potence became an issue, when the resistance of the concrete suddenly vanished as the tip of the jackhammer made a fist sized hole into the floor of the target room. With a bit of Auspex, the sound of the jackhammer running idly might have been able to be heard. As might the sound of the tip touching and perforating a thin layer of metal. Ronnie would have been able to notice it by the handling alone if he had been a bit more experienced. As it was, what came next more or less took them by surprise. Ronnie was the first who was hit by the steamng squirt of liquid from above. Again, the helmet offered some sort of protection, but even then it ran down the helmet and starte to soak into his clothes and also getting into contact with the others. It was a bit uncomfortable at first, the burning sensation of the hot liquid on their skin, a bit like showering really hot. Until the burning got worse and they noticed their skin becoming slippery as the first flakes of grey mush appeared. Every bit of exposed skin showed these syptoms. The hot lye destroyed their skin and ate into their bodies, liquifying the tissue it came into contact with and melting their clothes into the wounds. The pain was excruciating and the sheer agony stirred their beasts into wanting to flee from the place. To make it stop and get somewhere to heal the burns or at least keep them from getting worse. |
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| Ronnie | Monday, 28. April 2014, 11:30 Post #8 |
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The fun was over a bit to quickly unfortunately, and then it turned into hell. He felt some strange liquid, this was totally unexpected. First it was burning. Ronnie put the jackhammer off and the generator, too, and laid the jackhammer down on the floor for now. In the meantime the burning got worse. He looked at his hands that were unprotected. The stuff was eating away the skin of his hands! Would there only be bones left soon?? "Damn! Is this some acid?! It´s eating me up...!!" How was that acid called that could dissolve people, he couldn´t remember, now that the was in a state of panic. Some enemy whom he could fight against by combat would be a lot better. Acid as an enemy was not fair... But who had ever said that this was going to be a fair thing, this adventure. Ronnie had difficulties to fight against the panic that he felt. But if he ran away now he wouldn´t even find his way back, he might be straying through the damn sewer forever... Luckily he had a thick leather coat on, but the acid stuff might eat through that soon, so Ronnie took the coat off. And what now? There might be other horror traps waiting up there. Really great...they were already almost knocked out before they even had got started properly. |
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| George Henry Harris | Wednesday, 30. April 2014, 16:56 Post #9 |
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Finally there was a hole which just needed to be made bigger a bit, but there was something leaking in the tunnel ? At first George thought it would be water or something but then it started to burn through the clothing and the skin deep into his flesh accompanied by a pain that was nothing he'd wish anyone except a mortal enemy. Going on instinct he curled up while his mind got busy with other things. Deep in the back of his mind his beast laughed and howled while trying to break its chains, sensing an opportunity for being free of the chains, for a while or longer, but free... While it managed to break some of the chains, it summoned pictures, pictures of Ronnie and Pierre, torn into pieces and drained. He tried to counter this by forcing his will upon the beast, replacing the broken chains and get himself under control again, which after what seemed to be an eternity happened with metaphorical chains dragging the still laughing beast back into its cage where it would wait for a weak moment to break the chains. After spending some blood to heal the worst burns and getting up as soon as he felt able to do so, he tried to get an overlook of the scenery. If Ronnie or Pierre were worse off then him, he'd give the two blood bags to them otherwise he'd have one. |
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| Ronnie | Wednesday, 30. April 2014, 17:55 Post #10 |
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Ronnie didn´t even notice how he sagged on the floor. The physical pain was bad, but the panic was worse. Ronnie´s inner beast just wanted to flee from this place. And Ronnie was afraid that this stuff might go on eating him. It might even eat up his bones, and soon he would have no hands left but just stumps. And then...would there soon be anything at all left of him? Encountering that massively big werewolf in Germany had not caused such panic like this now. Even being injured by werewolf claws hadn´t felt that horrible. After a while Ronnie took notice of his surroundings again. Luckily the helmet had protected his face, and the liquid hadn´t come through his coat. But it had come through his trousers, so his legs were burnt as well. His hands looked horrible. Ha hadn´t thought of healing yet. Would he still be able to grab with those hands? He managed to get off the helmet, but his hands hurt like hell. "You´ve got some blood with you? Would be great if I can also have a little bit of it." He didn´t want to drink the whole bag. He drank half of it and gave the rest of it back to George. Then Ronnie concentrated on healing his hands, they were important. |
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| NPC | Monday, 5. May 2014, 17:54 Post #11 |
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The Game Master
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Even after getting their wounds clear of the clothes that had melted into them, the injuries still hurt. They weren't really deep now anymore, but there were enough spots where the blood hadn't been enough to completely close them nd that therefore still lacked skin, hurting whenever they touched something and sending a small reminder of the experience they had just been through over their pain receptors. A short assessment followed as they went to see what they still had for going in. Jackhammer and Generator were both very much out of order, although they might get some money for the scrap metal, if they got out of here and played their cards right. Most of their clothing was holey and pretty much ripe for discarding. The helmet and the leather jacket had protected Ronnie a bit better, but they gave their lives doing it. The helmet would be of no use anymore and the jacket felt hard, stiff and brittle, with several bigger holes in it that had allowed the lye to work on some of the things he had carried. His dagger had only suffered cosmetic damage and the gun in his vest also still worked, even if the grip was now a bit harder to get a good grip on. Sights and hammer had also taken a bit of corrosion, but nothing that would prevent the gun from firing, or so it looked. The submachinegun however was damaged beyond repair, the magazines looked still kind of intact, as did the stakes. Pierre had bee able to protect his rifle by covering it with his body. The holstr of his gun had taken some damage, as had the grip of the gun itself, but his back had taken the most of it with his clothes mostly dissolved there. The multitool was still servicable, but the maglite was done for. The stakes had taken some damage but looked pointy enough to do the trick. George's backpack had taken the most of the attack. Whatever he had stored in it had been heavily damaged, except for the blood bags, although one of them split open and spilled half of what was in it upon being pulled out. George saw his knife and pistol lying o the floor in a puddle of liquid. He was able to savage his knife and the pistol as well after a feat of improvising. It didn't look as pretty as it had before, he would see if it still worked. After they had made sure that there was nothing else coming down, the Brujah extended the hole without injuring themselves too much and also removed the metal barrel that had held the lye and that showed signs of having been punctured by a jackhammer. They climbed into what looked like a storage. Lots of metal barrels were standing in clusters, each designated with a combination of numbers and letters. The light was cold and bright, stinging in their eyes. It helped to figure out in what a pitiable condition they were. The grey walls lead up to the single metal door that led outside. The only door. And it was closed. But something was off. The room was too big. And completely silent, the only sounds the ones they made. And a very low buzzing sound, barely audible, bu unnerving nonetheless. |
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| Ronnie | Monday, 5. May 2014, 19:39 Post #12 |
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Ronnie was relieved that his "black lady" (the dagger) was still usable. He put it into one compartment of his vest. And his gun was still usable, too, well...maybe, hopefully. But hell, the submachinegun was totally wrecked. He showed it to George. "So sorry, but your brandnew gun is ruined." Ronnie felt bad about that, although it wasn´t his fault really. It had simply been bad luck. "The jackhammer and generator are scrap, too." They might as well leave all the scrap down here, why lumber all that useless stuff with them. Luckily George and Ronnie managed to make the hole bigger without the jackhammer, so that they could climb up into the room. Ronnie squinted. Damn, what a bright light. Why was the light on in a store room, he wondered. "We look pretty wrecked... What the hell is buzzing here?" If only that buzzing would stop. "So what shall we do now? Break the door open?" |
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| George Henry Harris | Tuesday, 6. May 2014, 15:37 Post #13 |
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George just shrugged when he saw what was left of the Uzi. Things like that happened and it was just a weapon after all... That lye however was more than just a minor inconvenience. Either it is really bad luck or something was wrong here... For now he just filed it under bad luck and took the jackhammer with him. "Pity but that can't changed, we'll leave most of the scraps behind and move on... Would be the best we can do." After they had widened the breach enough to get in the room, he looked surprised as there indeed was light in the room, which was odd. After a short thought he climbed up, taking a look around before noticing the buzzing. "I don't know what is, but it can't be good so I advise being careful... I think I have an idea about opening the door. Step back and cover me !" Thinking about the door he nodded, got the remains of the jackhammer ready and threw it against the door in the hope it'd be opened by that. |
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| NPC | Friday, 9. May 2014, 17:24 Post #14 |
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The buzzing didn't stop, it continued to sound through the room undisturbedly. Pierre got himself into a position to cover the door as George through the jackhammer at it. The door was quite a distance away when he did, but despite the distance, the object connected to the door and dented it, but the door remained closed and the buzz was drowned out by the impact of a big chunk of metal on the door and then the same chunk hitting the floor. The impact made the barrels vibrate a bit, but had no further visible consequences. No killer squad coming down on them, no more chemicals to flush them out and certainly no fire. Pierre reminded them it wouldn't be good if they allowed hemselves to get pinned down, especially now that they had in the worst case announced their presence. He still looked at the door through the gun's sights. |
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| Ronnie | Saturday, 10. May 2014, 18:03 Post #15 |
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They had made enough of a racket to draw lots of attention to them...if there was any alarm system or whatever. So it would indeed be better to get out of this room as quickly as possible. Opening the door by just throwing something at it, that might take forever. "Yeah, we better get out of here quick. I volunteer for throwing myself against the door. Surely that door is not stronger than me?" And if behind that door was already some squad waiting, oh well...but the longer they waited the more time any squad had to come here. |
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| George Henry Harris | Saturday, 10. May 2014, 20:01 Post #16 |
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Listening to Pierres words with a more or less absent nod George sniffed to try identifying the smell hanging in the air. After a couple of minutes he stopped nodding again. "Right, we should get out of here... I don't know how strong this door is but I guess we'll find out in case you can't open it..." Having said this he drew his pistol and examined it, while Ronnie tried to open the door and Pierre still covered them... Ready for the worst... |
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| NPC | Saturday, 10. May 2014, 20:56 Post #17 |
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George found that the room smelt of metal and lye as well as fresh paint. As he tried to take the clip out of his gun, he noticed that it was jammed. At least the slide still worked ad thebrass check showed that the cartridge in the chamber looked good too. As things were, he would either have to sacrifice a round or risk waiting for the last possible momet to learn if the gun still worked properly. Pierre kept the two covered as they advanced on the door. Rony found it dented, but closed, it appeared ot to be locked, however. The first thig that came to his attention was that the hinges were on their side of the door. no wonder it hadn't opened when something struck it. If he tried the hadle, he would find that the door was not locked. |
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| Ronnie | Saturday, 10. May 2014, 22:57 Post #18 |
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It seemed as if it wasn´t even necessary to get through there the hard way. When Ronnie simply tried to open it the way one normally opened a door, by simply pressing down the handle, then the door opened. "Well, that´s a joke. The damn door isn´t locked at all." But what was behind that door? Ronnie opened the door slowly. |
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| NPC | Monday, 12. May 2014, 23:18 Post #19 |
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The door opened slowly and revealed a long corridor. Perhaps a bit too long... In any case, something wasn't right. The stark, clinical lights illuminated the long, grey walls made out of bare concrete, with several other doors like the one he had just opened. The corridor as such ran about 50 yards to each side before disappearing behind a corner. There were a few crates and yellow gas bottles next to the walls, three barrels were in each corner they could see. All of it looked sterile, non-descript. Contraband, perhaps ? The buzzing sound was droned out by a sound that all of them could trace to some big boxes inside the walls. Industrial air conditioning, moving the air inside the compound around. That also meant that they finally got some better air than inside, although 'fresh' would be an insult to fresh air. One thing as clear. As soon as they left the room, they were in the open for some time. |
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| Ronnie | Tuesday, 13. May 2014, 22:27 Post #20 |
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What did they do with all that gas here, Ronnie wondered. Something terrible might be waiting for them behind the corners, but there was no way back. They were no cowards, so they had to get on with this, no matter how strange all this was inside this building. Ronnie felt like being in one of those science fiction movies were you saw someone walking along a corridor, and you knew that any moment something terrible was about to happen. Like in "Alien", when there was that gruesome alien lurking on the spaceship. So now they would have to decide in which direction to go. Ronnie simply stated walking to the left. If George didn´t think that this was a good idea he would surely say so. Otherwise they might follow. |
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