(A Few minutes later)
Corner of Knife Street and Fuller Street
Skid marks and broken glass shimmers in the light, a telltale sign of the countless collisions that have occurred here. Shady people jog across the intersection wearing anything from the newest street fashion to rags draped over their bodies. Women, followed by their pimps, are trying to get anyone to buy them, even for just five minutes. Junkies line the dark corners, awaiting their next purchase, hands in pockets and shoulders hunched. The remnants of an enormous and slightly lopsided cross with what looks like the remains of a scarred crucifix was erected here. It appears to have collapsed and tipped onto its side, the skeletal remains simply ashen shadows on melted and warped steel and wood. Thick layers of wax have built up at the foot of the scarred crucifix where people have set thousands of candles to burn. Small shrines have been set up around the intersection, carved with names, symbols, and prayers. People kneel in supplication before the cross, moaning and muttering prayers to killers and saints, while still others bow before the many smaller shrines, leaving offerings of incense, food, and in cases small cups of blood. A small votive shrine sits here, perhaps three feet in height, made of bits of wood and scrap metal. A black camera hangs from the wall watching the area. A M1 Main Battle Tank is parked here, its engine idling quietly. The walls have been daubed with colorful graffiti.
You see two male corpses, a fuel drum and a fuel can.
Sculpted whores, trussed up in their business suit erotica, flaunt their bare flesh at the passing traffic, touting their carnal pleasures while the massed crowds pass behind them. Killian Rez is looking a bit pale.
A dismal acidic shower falls from the underside of the platform high above.
You see a group of people standing to the south. You see a group of people standing to the west.
Knife Street runs north and south, and Fuller Street runs west and east.
You [to Killian]: Thank's for filling her up for me, chummer.
You open the M1 Main Battle Tank door and climb into the drivers seat.
Undead Ivan [to Boom]: BEEEEER.
Undead Ivan says, "URRRUNNGGHHH…"
Undead Shaine Raven groans.
eye
You eye your surroundings.
Boom pauses and backs off from the combat, regaining his composure.
Crouching in a balanced stance, Boom arches his elbow, holding his ceramic composite katana high in the air. In a burst of kinetic energy he advances on Undead Shaine Raven in an attempt to evicerate her.
Undead Shaine Raven lumbers toward Boom, salivating and mumbling.
Undead Shaine Raven shouts loudly, "BRAIIINS!"
Undead Seven lunges at Boom, missing completely.
|C|Zach >> Oh shit.
Undead Ivan [to Undead Shaine Raven]: BUTTSEEEEEEECKS.
Undead Seven tries to hold Boom who neatly bats them aside with his ceramic composite katana.
Undead Shaine Raven screams in pain as Boom's ceramic composite katana slashes deep into her right arm, flaying muscle and tissue, a stream of blood tracing the air moments later.
Undead Ivan spits blood on Shaine Raven Shaine Raven.
From nearby you hear, "CLEAR!"
To the north you see Nicolai, Hawkins, Doc Simmons, Huo, Undead Silvan and Grok.
hold sonic
You're so exhausted, every move you make hurts. [OOC: This is still being developed, it does NOT affect the game.]
pull pin on sonic
You put your H&K MP11 away.
You get out your M-82S sonic grenade.
throw sonic to n
You take ahold of the sonic grenade firmly in one hand, with the other, you pull the pin out, and let the casing fall to the floor.
hold mp
You throw your M-82S sonic grenade to the FSMC - Operating Room.
You get out your H&K MP11.
shout clear!
You shout loudly, "CLEAR!"