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The response Robert gave to her made sense, and she certainly trusted him to accurately advise her in this matter, but her expression only grew more confused. Mimsy was silent and thoughtful as she lowered the coin to eye level, where she turned it over as though she were skeptically examining it for any tricks or indications that it wasn't as it appeared.

Svensyl was perceptibly discomforted by the wish she entrusted to him, concerned by what seemed to him to be a needlessly redundant thing, but offered nothing in jest or mockery.

When she finally threw it into the fountain in an impressively graceless manner, she stared at the point where it met the water, watching until the ripples dispersed and disappeared entirely. Careful fingers selected another stolen wish from her collection, and as she took a deep breath and shifted the coin between her fingertips, she turned to look at him again.

"Robert?" This time, her voice was nearly quiet enough to be smothered by the sound of the fountain, absent of the manic enthusiasm that had been present just a moment ago. "I have changed my mind. I don't like this. I don't like the feeling of hiding my wishes from you."

"When the mess has been cleaned up, we can look for her." By "we" he meant someone else, of course, assuming her mother wasn't one of the infected getting slaughtered out there. Jack paused at the bite wound, then desummoned his weapon so he had both hands free to man the net gun. Thank god for unrestricted access, even if he could only use this one once.

He paused when he heard footsteps, and Arorangi and Lydia were treated to first a narrow-eyed glare followed by a more relieved (though no less tense) look. "Those were my thoughts too."

He turned back to the child. "I need to subdue you to bring you back so someone can look at you," he announced, less for the girl's benefit than it was for the surveillance evidence. Killing a civilian outright wouldn't fly if he didn't exhaust other options first. "You'll be safer at the camp. The net won't harm you, but it's for your safety as well as mine."

Steadying the runic, he aimed and pulled the trigger.

"Sister?" Al attempted to "helpfully" finish for Horace as he went to attack again. This time Nuru emitted a bright fiery glow before bursting in flames.... that enveloped Al.

Apparently that vile spittle was quite flammable - and Al was much closer for it to catch on to.

He decided now was the absolute best time to shriek, drop, and roll around.



HP - 26/50
DMG - What Al. Srsly?
TAR - Spitter type - HP 28/50 - AUTO 10
CRG - Using 1/2
BUFF - Death Intermediate: -2 from damage modifier 12/15
Melee weapon: Double damage against ARMOURED type.

The girl didn't resist at all, nodding distantly to the assurance that they would find her parents. More people arrived and they too got that helpless, teary look.

"Subdue?" she asked, uncomprehending, but quickly found out what it meant as the net closed around her. She cried out in shock and alarm, struggling in the netting out of more instinct than anything else and getting blood all over the place.

"Please let me out, I don't like it!"

She was at least light and easily moved.

"Yeah you don't smell like a bouquet of roses either," Noah shot back. "I'm gonna skip the acid but maybe I'm gonna burn my clothes." He shook one foot, and a glob of something dropped wetly to the floor.

He was about to elbow Al for the pointed comments, but the creature following them interrupted the conversation. Noah squeaked with surprise. Laz snarled in his head, straining eagerly toward the new threat, a vicious hunger in weapon form.

The flash of Horace's healing charge told Noah that Horace should be okay for the time being; Mik backed up a little, but actually shot the zombie this time. Still between Noah and the zombie, Al moved to attack again; Nuru lit up, but instead of the fire shooting out toward the creature, it caught and blazed rapidly back onto Al's clothing. "It's flammable??" Noah yelped, and as Al shrieked, he darted closer to catch the other man's sleeve and shove him hard toward the decorative fountain in the middle of the hallway. He'd apologize later.

That left nothing between himself and the zombie. Not that he wanted to use anyone as a human shield anyway. The thing lurched toward him, stretching twisted claws in his direction, and he swatted the limbs away with Laz's blade, the edge catching and dragging at blackened skin. Dark, foul fluids sprayed out of the wounds, and the zombie made a horrifying wet belching sound and coughed more of the acidy stuff onto Noah's front.

Noah backpedaled hastily, grimacing and wiping the backs of his hands on his coat. He was gonna have to burn that too.



HP: 24/40
Dmg: 4
Charge: 3/3

SPITTER TYPE
HP - 24/40
AUTODMG - 10 (including defending)

Buffs:
Extra item use: +1 use of runic item
Melee weapon: Double damage against armoured type

Items: x2 bandages

Mikael at least hit it and Horace absently patted his shoulder. He disliked the boy a lot less when he was actually trying to do something hunter-y. If only someone could easily get him to believe that these things were ok to actually hurt. It sounded like a long, thankless task, though, judging from how Mikael reacted about a lot of things. America could do it, maybe - she liked his overly-childish navite.

And then Al caught on fire. Horace had tried to move forward, but Noah was already there and Al was tumbled headlong into the fountain. ******** loser brigade. "So much for your positivity, Rep!" Quickly, he disentangled himself from Mikael - he wasn't about to try and drag the boy with him when trying to take on the spitter. He was a liability. Horace darted forward, dodging a particularly nasty stream of fluid. The thing had far too many limbs, too many eyes, and too much oozing grossness. Jannisari clicked disdainfully in his head.

{it is not even the correct kind of blood.}
{Then what is?}

Horace saw an opening and sprang closely to it, hands reaching out and twisting. Things popped and fluid flowed across both of his arms, burning his skin. Still, he pressed his hands forward further, pulling, pressing, twisting what he could find. He could faintly see Jannisari's glow under the thick ooze. It screeched and the limbs shuffled around, pushing Horace away violently. He landed on his back and rolled up, trying to shake the burning off of his arms.

HP: 30/40
DMG: 9
CHG: 1/3
SPITTER TYPE
HP: 15/40
AUTO DMG: 10
Status: poppin' slime sacs o/


BUFFS:
accuracy: -5 modifier to rolls (5/10 uses)
speedy: double damage against speedy zombies

: "Shu, Shu you gota move before."

Clink Thunk. Ace went for the kill but the weapons became tangled as Shu shuffled about dealing with the spitter goo blocking her vision. All in all this wasn't going TOO bad, they had stopped the creature from getting away and soon it would be dead, they just really needed to sort this out better.

"Good reflexes or not, we gota work on coordination here, too many long poking weapons to get in close like this." The zombie squirmed below and Roland pulled tighter on Sylvia invoking another grargled hiss from the beast and a howl of anger frm his weapon for being soaked in the vile filth.

"Oh dammit..." He saw Jordan moving the hammer and waited till it was level, as soon as it was he dropped the top half of his weapon jumping to the side just as the hammer came down with a thundering boom and the mixed sounds of bone and stone cracking and crumbling under foot, or hammer rather.

"Well, that was.... messy," he snapped his weapon, the segmented parts snapping together with a series of clicks before he snapped the scythe to the side spraying the ground with bile. "We should go for the civilians, if we don't help them this whole operation will be an even bigger mess. They could be turned, or killed and that's not helping us at all."


There was a pause at the announcment, he looked at Jordan and frowned, on any other day he MIGHT have liked the implication that Jordan fancied him, but it was clear that everything being said wasn't entirely true. "I don't know what's up with him Jordan. But... now's not the time, argue with him later but people are going to die if we stand around." He turned to look around pointing towards thee bathroom sign down the hall. "This way. I'll lead," with that he started to walk away heading towards the bathrooms