Lazarus: Drowning in Darkness

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**Shas'ui T'au Kais**

"James, come on, we are the only ones left, We'll move on the count of three to get out of here, I'll lead. Come on. Let's make Gaz proud," I say in remembrance of my dear friend, before moving out of cover to get down the maintenance shaft.

**Vulkan_He'stan**

"Team beta we've entered the facility
how many and who is left?" Dave Called down the radio
Pistol draw Dave slowly moved down the corridor, he could hear load gun fighting for above.

**TheWildHost**

*Sigh* I knew I should have RP'ed me getting out. Well I should have seen this coming.. That's what you get when your lazy I guess....Oh an what up with the Head kills mordo I mean COME ON!

**shroud010**

OOC: mordo likes dead space so i also think he got the tendril idea from me when we did a quick playthough of Bio-hazard a month ago

**TheWildHost**

Name:Markis Dexin
Serial Number: -> Call me that(T20)The Whole Serial number T203IOT0
Personality: Loves The Voice, Enjoys killing, Likes to remove victims eyes
Faction: Conclave
Class: Enforcer
Personal History: He was born, went through life, Enlisted himself in the conclave at 16
Family: None, they were plotting resistance so he shot them
Worst Fear: Running out of shotgun shells
Hopes For The Future: To collect the perfect pair of eyes(Pyscs have good ones)
Motivation: To please the voice
Strength: 6
Agility: 3
Toughness: 6
Will Power: 1
Intelligence: 2
Charisma: 2

**Shas'ui T'au Kais**

OOC: Oy hea, I remember the small thing with tendrils from Dead Space...

... where it makes your head explode before becoming you "new" head...

**TheWildHost**

shroud010 wrote:OOC: mordo likes dead space so i also think he got the tendril idea from me when we did a quick playthough of Bio-hazard a month ago

Bio-Hazard? name does not compute( Bio shock?)

**shroud010**

its my new rp

**TheWildHost**

O

**shroud010**

OOC: makes sense now? anywho my character is head hunter

**halonachos**

Those things are terrifying to say the least." I say as he finds his helmet and affixes it back onto his head, the "Are they all stuck in the heart of the Foundry?"

Dab looked as Sindri shrugged, the UN troops had tried to escape from the creatures that attacked them and ran away into the deeper part of the foundry. The blast doors had trapped them inside as the creatures clambered after them.

"I believe we should pray that those things are still on our side."

**shroud010**

where am I?

**Mortified**

Player: Mortified
Name: Liz
Personality: Believe it or not, she’s a woman who believes in peace and just wants to protect those she loves. She doesn’t care what happens to her, as long as the others are safe. She’s caring, and even if she doesn’t say it, if you’re around her a lot, she probably considers you a good friend; even someone she’s fighting for.
Faction: UN Remnant
Class: Jump Trooper
Personal History: After her childhood sweetheart was murdered as a UN soldier, himself, her dream was to protect the people she loves back home.
Family: She is the oldest of 7. 5 little brothers and one little sister. Whenever her parents were gone, she had to babysit, and though they irritated her then, she knows how much she cares about them. Because she was always in charge of them back home, she feels obligated to protect them even now, away from home.
Worst Fear: To lose everyone who matters
Hopes For The Future: For the fighting to end and for her family to be safe so she can come home. (Not that she’s very optimistic of this).
Motivation: The safety of her loved ones
Scars of Lazarus (if applicable): n/a
Strength: 2
Agility: 5
Toughness: 3
Will Power: 4
Intelligence: 4
Charisma: 2

(OOC: Obviously, I’m sad Foley died, but at the same time...It’s my first death...I feel a bit more experienced...)

**TheWildHost**

SO how do I intro in..

**darksage**

"Son of a b*tch, I was starting to like Fly too." He said panting, "We don't have much time, if we stay here we face our deaths. Let's go right. Anyone care to contribute, not like we have time for a detailed poll or anything."

**TheWildHost**

Man, My characters make friends then die by head wounds...

**TheWildHost**

The armor clad enforcer checked his weapons. All good. 80 Shells 3(eeer or is it 4????) nerve gas grenades, both ready to maim and kill.

**Shas'ui T'au Kais**

(Hey darksage, were the only ones left, just me, Varz, and you, James)

"It doesn't matter which way we go lets just do it now!" I say loudly. "Right it is!"

**Mordoskul**

What Must Stay Ours (Conclave)
(All Conclave players are here)

As the remnants of the UN forces are put down by concentrated fire, two figures escape the massacre through a maintenance shaft, slamming the grate back into place even as mycomorphs pry it open and flood into the shaft a moment later. As the first level of the Foundry is brought back under control, and rebellious workers are executed by slashing their throats with combat knives, as to not waste ammunition. The two corpses of those slain by that... 'thing' begin to change in awful, hideous ways. The body of the jump trooper writhes like a serpent, it's stomach bulging obscenely as the entrails within seek their freedom. In a shower of gore, the bowels rip themselves free from it's gut, lashing about like frenzied worms as they begin to separate into individual tentacles. Thin needles of bone now tip the entrails, covered in minute barbs that promise an agonizing death. The corpse pushes itself free of it's lower half, it's arms popping and crackling as bone and tissue move about to accommodate it's new form of locomotion. The mutilated head explodes with new and terrible growth as fangs push their way out of the mouth. Crawling along the ground, the creature leaps through the shaft, propelling itself forwards with it's muscular arms. The body of the woman soon follows, shaking as if under great pressure. With a meat-rending effusion of gore, her ribcage bursts from her chest, opening like a horrible maw of jagged fangs. Her head drops from her body with a dull, wet thud as a barbed tentacle snakes from the hole. Her legs splinter and reform as they bend backwards like that of a predatory beast, twisting as they regenerate. The wretched beast makes for the shaft as well, it's ribjaws sawing hungrily at the air as it does so.

**Shas'ui T'au Kais**

OOC: Uh, can darksage and I have a post please?

Ooooh, taalk about adding insult to injury...

**TheWildHost**

Dick....

**Mordoskul**

Detrivore (UN)

As the team turns right, a horrid cry escapes from the lips of Sergeant Moss as a ichor covered tongue lashes around his throat, dragging him back to a grisly end as the serpentine horror who accosts him whoops excitedly as it draws it prey closer to it's rending mouth. Dave runs, his legs carrying him far father than he ever thought possible, reaching the door as the creatures gain behind them. Tearing off the panel to the door controls, he inserts his multi-tool, attempting to override the security lock. With a whoosh, the door clangs open, and Dave, Liz, and Nighthawk pass through the door, running ever faster to escape the unmen. They now find themselves in a passage lit by the same bloody light as before, leading in two seperate directions, one to the left, and one leading straight on.

As James and Varz exit the shaft, they hear the things howling as they pursue the two men through the shaft. They look about, finding themselves in the underbelly of the Foundry, with pipes and panels lining the walls. Light is provided by red lamps mounted on the walls, shedding an eerie crimson glow on the passage. There's only one way to go now. Forward.

**Shas'ui T'au Kais**

"Come on! Just run!"

I run forward with James, not allowing the beasts to get even close to us. But I keep my weapon ready to kill any that gets too close.

**Shas'ui T'au Kais**

TheWildHost wrote:Dick....

I have smypothy for you, you should be grateful...

.. but seriously, that's just nasty...

**TheWildHost**

HAHAHA (Points at mordos post count) 69!!!!!!!

**Mordoskul**

Detrivore (James and Varz)

1-10

**Shas'ui T'au Kais**

5

**Mordoskul**

Detrivore (James and Varz)

As the first mycomorphs crawls from the shaft, a gangly creature with freakishly long limbs tipped with bony hooks that laughs uncontrollably as it twitches it's way towards Varz. As it fully leaves the shaft, it's short, muscular legs can be seen, each capped with a large, flat foot with tentacular toes. It leaps with incredible force, it's hooks flailing wildly as it leaps. Varz ducks out the way, and the thing crumples against the side of the wall, picking itself back up with it's almost boneless arms. It turns it's white milky eyes towards Varz as it gives a manic laugh as it swings it's limbs towards the soldier. Varz fires, bursting it's skull open with a single round, slamming it back against the wall with the force of the shot. Now, more mycomorphs clammer from the shaft, each with hunger in their empty, soulless, white eyes.

**Shas'ui T'au Kais**

"RUN!, but keep firing behind us! They can't be alloud to get close!"

I run, motioning for James to follow, hoping that we can get away from these monstrosities.

(If I need a number)
7

**darksage**

"They're everywhere!" James runs while keeping pace and firing back every few minutes.

OOC 8 if I need anything