Listen, I don't care right now!
The Sorilians are out there fighting for their lives and the lives of the rest of the city!
Get some men out there and do something!
Elliot sat in her deskchair with her face all but pressed against the glass of the office window, Cazwell settled on his haunches at her side.
With undead scouring the city streets, devouring and turning any poor souls they could bring down, the outlook seemed grim.
As she had just mentioned to the Commissioner over the phone, the chimaera of Soril had apparently decided to fight and defend their new-- and hopefully temporary-- home, using tooth, claw, and fist to beat back the cursed hordes.
But they couldn't possibly last for long fighting alone, and her heart ached for them.
I can't believe this is happening...
We're not going to lose Gier too, are we?
In the fading light of day, dark shapes skirted across the rooftops; two paused to stare and smile at the founder of the Somnambulist Project with eyes that flashed red and teeth like knives.
...GET AWAY FROM THE WINDOW!
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Gabriel Gaunthier clung to Felld's mane for dear life as he rode atop the big leupak's back into Gier.
The howls of terror and fury drifting on the wind from within the big city did little to soothe his frenzied mind.
The automaton Leo II.V ran alongside at a breakneck pace and Anom took up the rear of the traveling party, his twin maws shut tight.
Why are we coming here again, exactly? And what about Eva-- is she alright?
Your little friend is fine; she's been called in for a visit to Main Branch.
As for Gier...
The Houselord swung a mighty paw, sending a ragged-looking fellow flying across the road; he slammed into a brick wall with a wet thud and an inhuman groan.
Gabriel, look around you; we've come upon a warzone.
Gabriel's horrified gaze fell from the fallen man to the street before them, and he drew a sharp breath.
It would appear that we have a zombie invasion. Curious, that!
Zombies aren't supposed to move like that!
Anom laughed, an eerie, grating sound that stood Gabe's hair on end.
Striding ahead of the group, the Houselord plowed into the fray, tossing his great head and sending undead and living alike flying out of the way.
Now, come; we must find a safe place to observe!
But aren't we going to help these people?
Felld shook his head regretfully as he strode behind his superior, taking care to protect his human cargo from the rampage around them.
For now, we record the events before us. I've little doubt that this ties in with our were in Axl somehow.
Sagarthay Anom leapt onto the rooftop of a low building like a great cat, hoisting his massive bulk up and taking a seat atop it. Felld swiftly followed suit, leaving his tail hanging from the side for Leo to climb in turn.
Apparently satisfied with his perch, the huge leupak suddenly sprouted a pair of red arms from the sun discs upon his shoulders, holding them out to the startled human.
A tiny lodica-- white and gold, and in the shape of a wasp-- lay within his palms.
Is this the Organization model?
The Silent Rose had been quick to adopt the new lodica into their work.
Invaluable for correspondance between Main Branch and smaller branches throughout Valenth, the scientific organization had commissioned MIRACLE for a special batch of W-model lodicas with video-recording capabilities in addition to the standard voice.
All student Docs were to learn how to operate one as part of their primary exams; Gabriel wished with a little guilt that Eva were here to see him prove that he knew what he was doing.
Take it, and get aquainted with it.
I trust you know how to work the video function?
Carefully taking the mechanical insect in his hands, Gabriel focused its little eyes on the scene unfolding before them.
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Nigel stood atop the highest building in the city, watching with a soft smile upon his face as his elite swept onto the scene to direct their new underlings.
Zombies were all well and good in small numbers, but they quickly got out of hand after the mortal casualties began to rise. They weren't pretty to look at or particularly enjoyable... but they were nothing if not loyal, like a good dog.
...If rotting in places, and missing a few limbs, perhaps.
Vampires, on the other hand, were often the reverse-- lovely, fun to deal with, and typically whole, certainly, but so very swift to turn on you if they decided they had the upper hand for some reason. Troublesome things-- but they always served their purpose.
He noticed a pair of them gazing hungrily into a nearby building.
Oi, you!
Stop mucking about and control your zombies!
Don't make me come down there!
The stragglers hissed their annoyance and turned to obey orders, grumbling through their sharp teeth.
Ah, youths-- they'd thank him when they were older.
A tiny glimmer of light soared into the sky at an arc, landing atop a zombie's head; the hapless creature burst into flame with a gurgling shriek, curling into a ball on the ground and vanishing into a pile of smoldering ash.
Nigel perked up immediately as the city streets suddenly flooded with Aeneski, clad in golden armor and robes, on foot and on stag-back; flaming arrows filled the air, along with shouts in Logos and Aengoch, the elves' ancient tongue.
The zombies immediately turned, rushing the newcomers with reckless abandon and howling cries.
You couldn'tve been that far away.
The old man threw his arms open and tossed his unkempt brown hair with a bellowing, jovial laugh.
Slapping his hands over his mouth, Nigel paused to clear his throat.
Let's have a bit of fun, shall we? We've got all night!
As his vampires dropped from the rooftops in twos and threes, fangs, claws, and swords at the ready, Nigel--as he called himself these days-- basked in the light of the rising moon.
Yes, tonight was a beautiful night...
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