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z e r o. ([personal profile] spellfile) wrote in [community profile] knightsoflegend2015-03-22 11:37 pm

illinois ♔ and the message coming from my eyes



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.
behindcloseddoors: (city.)

[personal profile] behindcloseddoors 2015-04-02 10:04 pm (UTC)(link)
[ the interior of the barn is just what would be expected for a working farm. two large combines stand idle among the tool benches and other equipment, and immense bags of fertilizer are piled up on one side of the wall. buried beneath a bunch of straw, rocket finds a trapdoor that is sealed and apparently locked.

at that point, rocket's raccoon ears would pick up the distant insistent barking of oscar's dog, up by the farmhouse. ]
beatupgrass: (✘ but i was so young and violent)

[personal profile] beatupgrass 2015-04-02 10:32 pm (UTC)(link)
[Rocket flicks his ears midway through investigating the trapdoor, deigning to ignore it in favor of creeping back to the door to peer outside. (spot 37)]
behindcloseddoors: (city.)

[personal profile] behindcloseddoors 2015-04-10 06:58 pm (UTC)(link)
[ the winds are gusting, slamming the barn door open and shut, the clouds above a strange green. there's the sound of a few gunshots resounding through the area, and rocket would be able to make out shambling shapes emerging from the cornfields in the distance, many of them. he'd also see the outline of someone pointing a gun at them. ]
beatupgrass: (✘ you blowjobbing cocksuckers)

[personal profile] beatupgrass 2015-04-10 07:10 pm (UTC)(link)
[Ugh. That is not good weather. Gonna get a little closer, sticking to the shadows. (Hide 20 total), while trying to listen to see if anything is being said (listen 33)]
behindcloseddoors: (city.)

[personal profile] behindcloseddoors 2015-04-11 11:51 pm (UTC)(link)
[ something is being said alright. moore is yelling at the shapes, which seem largely unaffected by his shots. "GET BACK! I'M WARNING YOU!" but he trips moving backwards, and one of them is on him in a matter of moments, making horrible moaning noises. rocket would hear the distinctive crunch sound as it bites into the farmer's leg, while more such shapes shamble out after it. ]
beatupgrass: (✘ we want the flag. and some cake.)

[personal profile] beatupgrass 2015-04-12 05:10 am (UTC)(link)
[AHAHAAH... yeah, you know what? Rocket can't watch this. It's gonna give him flashbacks to Xandar. He also can't fix it, so... sorry, Old Man Jenkins. He's just gonna run back to where he left his phone (and his pants). And get rained on again.]
behindcloseddoors: (city.)

[personal profile] behindcloseddoors 2015-04-12 06:29 pm (UTC)(link)
[ he makes it back to his stuff, but in the distance hears horrible shouting behind him.

"FOR THE LOVE OF GOD, GET BACK INSIDE!"

"OSCAR, NO!!"

and then lots of horrible screaming

so much screaming ]
beatupgrass: (✘ bats aren't made of liquid)

[personal profile] beatupgrass 2015-04-12 09:30 pm (UTC)(link)
[DIALING THE FUCK OUT OF ZERO'S NUMBER. oh god why.]
beatupgrass: (✘ and some other words too)

[personal profile] beatupgrass 2015-04-13 09:20 pm (UTC)(link)
Uh. Well, there's some people in the freakin' cornfield, but I think they ate the dog.

[...

it's good news to him.]
beatupgrass: (✘ you blowjobbing cocksuckers)

[personal profile] beatupgrass 2015-04-13 09:41 pm (UTC)(link)
Bald-bodied idiots. All you humies look the same to me. [DEADPAN.] These ones walk funny. Kinda shambley. And they're probably rippin' apart that old dude right now, so now would be a good time for some back-up.

[Calm the sass, Rocket.]
beatupgrass: (✘ the short version is "we're boned.")

[personal profile] beatupgrass 2015-04-13 09:50 pm (UTC)(link)
All's I know is there's a lot of screamin' and I don't know a whole lot about human behavior, but bitin' people's legs probably ain't part of it.
beatupgrass: (✘ that must mean you're dead)

[personal profile] beatupgrass 2015-04-13 10:28 pm (UTC)(link)
Hah. Me. Play the hero. That's a good one.

[Awkward... laughter.

HE DOESN'T HAVE HIS STUFF OR HE PROBABLY WOULD BE.]