illinois ♔ and the message coming from my eyes

[spellfile]

WHO || Andrew, Zero, Han, Rocket, Klaus
WHAT || The Knights investigate some strange events  around a farmhouse in Illinois
WHERE || Metropolis Kansas
WHEN || April 20th, 2015
HOW || Actionspam

The route to the Moore residence is a secluded, gavel-topped county road that meanders through fields and farmland.  The roiling stormclouds and lack of city lights make the countryside seem unusually dark and forbidding.  A battered mailbox on the right side of the road indicates the Moore farm, and a pothole-filled drive leads up to the farmhouse.  On the right side of the long driveway, nestled among the snow, lies what appears to be a small family graveyard.

Beside the dilapidated house, stands a large German Shepard tethered on a leash, barking furiously as they pull up.  An older man stands on the porch looking highly displeased.  The man says something to the dog, but the barking continues unabated.

"You can just turn right around and head back the way you came," he yells from the porch.

Comments

klaus & zero & rocket | outside

[spellfile]

[ they head back outside into the driving rain, the wind howling up a racket. ] Don't suppose you can smell out wet raccoon.

[asuma]

[He probably could if he tried hard enough/actually wanted to, what with being part werewolf and all. But Klaus has never actually embraced his werewolf nature--probably because he'd gone over a thousand years without ever having access to those abilities. Even once they had been unlocked, he still chose to rely on his vampiric talents. Whether it was because they were what he had grown accustomed to for so long or because he deemed them "better" than their werewolf counterparts was anyone's guess.

Needless to say, the look he gives Zero seems to convey his sentiment of, "Really, bitch? The fuck do I look like?" nicely.]

That's assuming anyone could discern the smell of wet raccoon from the scent of manure that permeates this place.

[Short answer: Nope, and I probably wouldn't try even if I could. Which I might be able to, truth be told.]

[spellfile]

[ he gives a hollow laugh at that, and then starts down the steps, squinting through the rain. ] C'mon. Gonna do this the hard way. [ the barn door is swinging open in the howling wind, and zero pulls out a flashlight to shine that way. intermingled with the pools of rainwater on the ground, the beam catches a trail of noxious slime that leads towards the open doorway of the barn. ] Oh goody.

[ he turns his head back towards the field, and yells: ] Hey, Rocky Raccoon! You out there? [ listen check, rocket ]

[beatupgrass]

[his listen check was a 30 so... yep. definitely heard it. there's a moment as he crosses the field, now back to being clothed, though no less waterlogged.]

'Bout freakin' time. What'd you find?

[asuma]

[Weren't you supposed to be doing the reconnaissance , Rocket? Whatever, Klaus keeps it nonchalant as fuck.]

Zombies.

[spellfile]

And Moore's dead wife. And probably more zombies. [ he points towards the barn ] C'mon. We should check it out, as much as I'd love to not run into anymore liquidy undead today.

[beatupgrass]

[RUDE KLAUS. HIS RECON IS WHY Y'ALL ARE EVEN HERE.

Anyway, thrilled at the prospect of getting some action, Rocket pulls his two Excaliburs out of his holsters and bares his teeth in a grin.]

Finally, I get to shoot somethin'.

[asuma]

[No offense, Rocket. Klaus is an equal opportunity hater. He doesn't dislike you any more than anyone else. :')

But he is looking forward to getting the fuck out of Dodge so he will just start off toward the barn while Rocket faps to his guns.]

[spellfile]

[ as they head inside, over the crashing thunder and wind outside, a faint whimpering sound is audible.

oscar moore, limp and severely wounded, lies in a pool of blood amid the bags of fertilizer. his body is covered in a colorless, horrid-smelling goo. beside his ravaged form is an open trapdoor in the floor. his eyes flutter for a moment as they approach, and he whispers: "I'm... sorry. I was doing it... for my family... the farm. I shouldn't... have done it." ]

[beatupgrass]

This is all real sentimental. Really. I'm gettin' choked up. But did you freakin' bring those things here[MR. SYMPATHY.]

[spellfile]

[ he releases a single moaning sound that dies away, and his eyes roll back in his head. zero leans down to examine him, and then shakes his head, as thunder booms outside menacingly. ] I don't think he'll be doling out any answers any time soon. Or ever again. [ he nods down the ladder into the trapdoor. ] Gonna have to find out the hard way.

[asuma]

How very tragic. [Let him count the fucks he does not give. Except that would require actual effort.

Klaus will take it upon himself to head down first since he is probably supposed to be the tank in this situation.

Really though he just wants to get this shit over with so he can leave farmville. Light a fire under it, bitches.]

[beatupgrass]

[Rocket makes a frustrated sound at the dead guy, because HE IS A TERRIBLE PERSON FOR DYING ON THEM, and then glances at Klaus descending the ladder into... who even fucking knows. The depths of Hell, probably.

He holsters his guns and heaves a dramatic sigh.] Whelp. Let's go see what our dearly departed moron broke that we gotta clean up.

[spellfile]

[ the trapdoor leads them down into an underground storage room, filled with even more fertilizer, plus a wide array of other chemicals on shelves that line either wall. ] Well shit.

[ here would be all those

bomb making supplies. ]

[beatupgrass]

[basically this.]

Now that's what I'm talkin' about. [GONNA GO LOOK AT ALL THE BOMB STUFF. GONNA DO IT.]

[asuma]

[Klaus is much less impressed by the reveal of baby's first bomb builder kit. Are we surprised tho.]

There. Mystery solved. Shall we be on our way then?

[Unlike Rocket, Klaus has like negative interest in explosives. He's not even at half mast right now.]

[spellfile]

Nothing that tells us why the dead are walking up top.

[beatupgrass]

No, but this tells me how to blow 'em back to wherever the hell they came from. [literal kid in a candy store right here.] And wasn't this party bigger when I left it? Where're the other dudes?

[asuma]

They were both eaten alive, I'm afraid. [Bluff: 17. It's said pretty casually. He isn't trying all that hard.

He let's out a big ol' fucking sigh though, because apparently they still needed to get to the root of that issue.]

Do you think we should bother looking around here for the source of the zombies?

[spellfile]

Not down here. I think it must have something to do with that plot of land that was bought north of here.

[beatupgrass]

So we're okay with me torchin' that land, right? Because I can do scorched earth. Arson's one of my things.

[spellfile]

You wanna put this bomb together, maybe we'll find out we need to.

[asuma]

Do try not to blow yourself up in the meantime.

[But if there is nothing else of interest down here then Klaus wasn't going to stick around to watch Rocket jizz himself.]

[beatupgrass]

Not gonna happen. [He's already occupying himself with the materials and gathering them up... and he got a nat twenty demolitions for future reference anyway SO CLEARLY he's just trying to show off. jesus.]

[spellfile]

We probably should grab the others before we head out too far.