plot } the creatures descend.

[synergismus]

Who: Everyone!
What: Creatures descend!
Where: All across the city, although attacks will be most fervent at its heart.
When: Friday/Veerdi evening and into the week.
Notes: Slow and back-tagging is, as always, permitted. If you are confused, look at these two posts for more information.
Warnings: Violence, creepiness, swearing knowing these characters.

On Veerdi, the presence of the creatures reaches a fever pitch. Something has provoked them into launching an all-out assault, though it is one that begins slowly. The pipe-crawlers, generally harmless though they may be, are seen across homes in Baedal, sneaking up through the pipes and into bathtub drains or sinks. They come by the dozens, and their keening makes most homeowners nauseated--but it's their appearance that leads to a number of distressed Network calls.

This is just the distraction for the rest.

The call of the crawlers draws in the armored, sickly creatures with the tiny primates carried inside of it. They are inelegantly lumbering, but much faster than one might expect, and certainly hostile. They trudge across the city, barreling over anyone who gets in their path and leaving them half-crushed in the street. They're certainly unsettling in their obvious unhealthiness, and the disease-ridden animals they carry are downright vicious, especially once they escape (messily, bloodily) from their fleshy cage.

It's the birds that are the worst, though; the cleverest, and the cruelest.

These strange black birds are resistant to typical attacks and flying in large groups. They descend on pedestrians, picking at their eyes and faces, ready to rapidly tear flesh from bone until there's nothing left but skeletal remains. They fly out of range when they can, only to divebomb anyone who might think they've escaped.

Comments

[hehaseatenthepancake]

"Sounds good." He advances to shrink his end of the kill box, stabbing one monkey that tries to escape and shoving the other into the conductive area with an underhanded swipe of his right. "By the way, I'm Hellboy." Yes, really.

[wandandsickle]

This gives Jones, the good Catholic, a moment of pause; however, she of all people should know that a book shouldn't be judged by its cover, and, hey--he's helping. That's a gold star in Jones's book.

"Jones," she says, by way of introduction. "Erm, sorry about the trenchcoat." She flushes slightly. "I'll make you a new one, if you like."

In any case, the situation seems well enough in hand such that she can finally get to Anna's arrows; she runs a hand over them, murmuring words that will make them fly true even without the aid of the Huntress's archery skills.

"Zone lasts as long as I'm holding it," she calls over to Anna, meanwhile gesturing to the newly-enchanted arrows and giving her the thumbs-up. "You've got plenty of time."

[indiscreet]

Hellboy? With a name like that, Anna wonders idly if she shouldn't introduce him to the philosophy of the Sanctified; he might appreciate their perspective on the role of the Damned.
But there would be time for religion later.

"I am Anna," she adds as she retrieves her arrows from Jones. "Thank you," she says, addressing the mage. "This will work beautifully."

She aims the arrow at the conductive area again, waiting a few moments as Hellboy shoves more monkeys into their newly created deathtrap. Then she releases it, smiling with satisfaction as Jones's enchantment kicks in: the arrow lands directly in the center of a cluster of monkeys, which only shriek for a moment before collapsing.

"...We may need to start clearing out the corpses, or soon you'll have to enchant another area, Jones."

[hehaseatenthepancake]

Hellboy's not especially big on religious roles in general, but that's his own personal baggage.

For now, though, he gives what passes for a small grin on his craggy face. "Nice to meet you. This area's mostly played out anyway, though." There are, after all, only so many monkeys that can fit even in a giant armadillo, and they've killed a lot of them already. Indeed, after he beheads one more, he knocks the remaining three back into the conductive patch with a swipe of his tail.

"Don't worry about the coat," he adds offhandedly to Jones. "This is far from the first I've had wrecked. I have an arrangement with a tailor down in Sobek Croix." This is why his Hellsing badge is actually attached to his belt, rather than his coat. Bad enough that he had to get the tailor to reproduce the BPRD patches on the sleeves; Nuala would probably not be pleased if she had to replace his badge every time his coat was destroyed.

[wandandsickle]

Sobek Croix—she puzzles over that for a second, and then decides it's probably a neighborhood. More important things to touch on. (Although his tailor who lives there almost certainly isn't as good as she is.)

"Erm..." He did have a badge, so maybe he would be a person to ask—"What else is there that I can do here?" She glances in Anna's direction. "I mean, I was looking for you, Anna, but I guess now I've found you..."