They won't encounter many zombies this close to the gates, as the majority of them have moved on to terrorize the citizens of Gotham. Aside from swinging their weapons at the occasional zombie that comes too close to them, what they mostly need to worry about is not falling into any of the open graves.
Or, you know, minding their step so they don't get dragged down into a grave by one of the recently risen.
Which is exactly what is about to happen, when two sets of hand (one purple, one beige) abruptly burst out of one of the open graves to try and drag Lucien down with them. Fortunately, they do not succeed thanks to Lucien's Nat 20. But there are now two zombies trying to crawl out so they can go after the gang.
One of them is so badly crushed that they can barely move, slipping and falling back down the moment they try to lift themselves over the edge. It's a tall, muscular woman, with stringy blond hair barely clinging to what's left of her scalp and a butterfly tattoo on her chest. The second zombie currently clawing its way out of the grave is in much better condition despite the gaping hole in its chest, but... hm? Hm.]
[ frankly, how does this happen. its the same body. the nat 20 means he violently kicks his way out of their grip, but he falls on his ass in the process - pushing his way as far away from these two things as quickly as he possibly fucking can. the panic is clear and obvious and ugly and he's pushing himself to his feet and swaying uncertainly, like he isn't sure whether the right move is to run or violently attack them with everything he has. pieces. splinters. broken things.
he runs his hands into his hair and starts fucking laughing. ]
[ Well, okay. The second jorber dragging itself out of the grave does give him pause, eyebrows shooting up in a way that isn't visible from underneath the headpiece of his dragon cosplay.
But his confusion is secondary to Lucien's panic.
He reabsorbs the lance, but keeps the shield up as he reaches down to pick jonker up, not throwing him over his shoulder quite get, but urging him upright and keeping an arm around his middle to keep him moving as Dion hurries toward the gates. ]
[ ah. dion had handled a familiar face with an almost stoic aplomb, but it seems that—maybe being attacked by one's doppelganger is a little different. it's unnerving even for a relative bystander to see a earth-stained version of his own party member clawing out of the ground, a hole studded in his chest.
but they have to be quick, and it looks like dion has yorker in his hold, so he takes his spear and moves to dispatch one of the zombies as it reaches after them.
and as she's reminded them, kitewoman has an axe, so it's an even 2v2. ]
Normally maybe she'd make a casual comment about it but even she knows actual insanity (bad) when she sees it, or hears it rather. And Jorper was in Arkham for being the top dog of all that and more. ]
Hope you won't miss 'em too much.
[ Sardonic as she goes to axe the zombies down on their way through. The dead should stay dead, frankly. ]
With these fucking awful rolls I just made, the doppleganger and the woman won't put up much of a fight. Sidon impales the former with his spear, and Ridon can easily axe the woman down on her next attempt to crawl out of her grave.
The bad news is that one of my shitty rolls was for how much attention the gang is getting with, uh, Lucien's mad laughter and all. It's not good news.
There are zombies coming their way from all directions, outnumbering the group and their exits. Thick, black sludge drips out of their mouths — right before they start projectile vomiting at the gang. Time to move fast or risk getting zombified.]
[ yeah that's probably the best idea. he isn't doing anything at all to help keep moving, complete dead weight - as for the mad laughter, it gets louder as sidon impales the doppleganger, and turns into something of a scream when rodya axes through the woman. he's still digging his hands into his hair, dragging one clawed hand directly down his face hard enough to split skin and draw blood. ]
You're slipping, you're slipping--
[ he might need to be dragged out of here. at least he's not laughing anymore. ]
[ He grits his teeth, using his clay shield to ward off the vomit as he throws Lucien over his shoulder so that he can book it toward the manor. He doesn't bother to fight off the hoard at this point in order to prioritize speed, trusting Kitewoman and Boops to look after them, and if any zombies or their projectile vomit get too close, then he'll just barrel through them.
And if any of the vomit gets on his clay, then he'll just discard it. ]
[ jumper is going through it—he'll stick behind to help cover goops since he has dead weight to carry. ]
Go! We'll cover you.
[ that means pulling his spear free as quickly as possible, the doppelganger's body falling back into its grave with an unsettling, wet thump, and taking down zombies as they go. off to the manor they go! he'll make sure their water bottles are okay too, and just pick up one to carry like a sack of potatoes if they roll like shit. ]
[ Not gonna lie, Rodion was literally about to bash Georger over the head with the blunt end of her axe for laughing and screaming. All those zombos rising up from their graves and shambling towards them because of the sound is not a good sign.
He did stop laughing but he's still insane though so he can get a little light sock from her fist before Goops Goops takes off with him.
As for the horde, she'll use the kite as a shield to ward off any incoming vomit since it's not like she has any other defense to work with. Maybe she can axe down a zombie or grab one to use as a meat shield before kicking them away and taking off after the rest.
She'll bring up the rear! Don't fall behind, Deadshot, Cap'n Boomer. If she ends up being late, she can take off with her kite and catch up, presumably. ]
[So. Dion uses his clay shield (clield) to block the vomit.
This turns out to be a bit of a mistake. Almost immediately, it becomes incredibly obvious that something is horribly wrong. Starting from the area hit by the vomit, branches, leaves and vines start to sprout painfully from his clay. He may discard that part of him before it reaches his main body. But once he does?
The discarded pieces of clay change. Small, babylike features appear on what now appears to be a little egg with legs. It stares back at Dion with woeful, confused eyes, uttering—]
Dada?
[And then screams and gets torn to shreds as it becomes a miniature bonsai tree.
Rodion, with her shield, manages to avoid getting splattered with any of the vomit. Similarly, the power of being insane apparently makes the Jingle invincible, and Lucien somehow avoids getting puked on while getting socked and carried around like a sack of potatoes. Sidon is still hulked out as well, and scrapes by unscathed.
Now. Your water bottles.
With a 10, some of the projectile vomit splashes onto Deadshot's mask but thanks to the fact that he's wearing a full body suit of armor, it doesn't manage to penetrate through to his skin before he's ripping the damn thing off his face.
Captain Boomerang does not fare nearly as well. Thanks to the fact that he was already fucked up before the group reached the cemetary, parts of his sleeves had already been torn the fuck up. The vomit seeps through his damaged costume, spilling into the exposed skin of his left arm — and he screams in absolute agony when plants start to sprout from the already messed up limb.
And then faster than anyone here can react, Deadshot pulls out a sword and slices the appendage off before the infection can spread. He shoves the good captain at Sidon and shouts:]
Keep moving!
[They've almost made it to the west exit. Just a little further now.]
[ he's completely quiet now, just holding his face where the scratches are dripping blood - his only injury so far being completely self-inflicted. hooray!
he's sort of potato sacked over dion, so there's only so much he can do, but if something gets close enough he'll take a nasty swipe with the joybuzzer at them. ]
[ He staggers when the vomit its his clield, feeling the poison seep into the clay like a prick to the finger. Thankfully, he can discard parts of himself— at least, he thinks so. He never has before.
And he probably never will again.
He stops dead in his tracks the moment the small creature locks eyes with him, a pained sound ripping out from his throat when it barely lives a second before being torn apart by branches and roots.
It's enough to slow him down, leaving him staggering a much unsteadier pace as he continues toward the gate. ]
[ the bloodthirst in him was mostly an itch he could sate as they were moving—knocking around a zombie here, ripping off a limb there, stabbing a doppelganger through where its heart should be.
it spikes again though when captain boomerang's arm lops off, sprouts and leaves blooming out of its skin. it doesn't really direct itself properly. it's at deadshot, partly. if he weren't suddenly holding someone, he'd probably leave the spear behind altogether and lunge.
but he is! so he takes the building anger and blood lust and directs it—at the zombies, for now. where dion slows down ahead of them, he'll push him and jomber along, before completely lashing out at any zombies that tail him and kitewoman. ]
[ Wow, everyone is going through it right now. What is that like, y'all. ALSO LET ME TAKE A BULLET FOR OUR NPCS DAMN. I guess that's nice Sonya did the dirty work for us in chopping off sweet Lonk's arm, because Rodya would've done it in this tag otherwise. ]
Lucky you're dressed up from head to toe, huh? Being a government dog almost suits you. Almost.
[ She has complicated feelings on this guy, but she knows for sure that they can't just let him die, so she is on high alert when Sidon is || close to going feral -- but luckily, he decides to take out anger management on the zombos instead.
She'll continue to axe down and take up the role of the NEW Cap'n Boomerang with her magentised axe since our first one is now missing an arm and all. She'll push Dion or anyone else in their squad along to keep moving if they start faltering.
[Sonya offers her a smile, somehow perfectly amicable despite... everything.]
It could suit you as well, Rodya.
[My very IC Sonya RP. The most authentic.
Captain Boomerang paws at his mask while getting carted off, moaning in pain as he sluggishly bleeds all over Sidon. Absolutely no one is surprised by what's behind the mask when he rips it off so he can apply pressure to the open wound. He clearly needs medical attention and soon.
The zombies continue to upchuck black goo at the group, swiping and clawing at them where they can, and even trying to pull them into open graves as they run for the west exit. They are most likely taking a few hits here and there, just based on the sheer amount of zombies versus their very small group.
Once they reach the gates, they will need to find a way to hold them shut so the zombies can't chase after them. Otherwise they'll be stuck outrunning the horde for the rest of the trip to Wayne Manor. Link continues to bleed out, which is also a problem.]
[ SIDON YOU HAVE TO LET LINK RIDE YOU IT'S THE ONLY WAY HE'LL SURVIVE HE HAS TO HIT IT FROM BEHIND
once they get past the gates, lucien has gotten his shit together ... marginally, perhaps. or at least moved past the laughing stage of insanity to the stage where he starts wanting to hurt people! hooray. he'll slip off dion's shoulder, and head over to the metal gates - slamming the palm of his joybuzzer against the metal and hopefully electrifying the whole thing so any zombie that touches it gets a good, 11 out of 10 shocking. this is pure zelda logic but I feel like this might have some success in a comic sense. ]
[ Link is dying and they have to seal the gates but Dion is not entirely recovered from seeing is child (clay hild) be birthed and massacred within the span of three seconds. He considers using some of his clay to barricade the door, only to realize it'll likely just happen again.
He closes his eyes. ]
Take my wing for Captain Boomerang.
[ He just rips off one of the wings to hopefully(?) help Link out as a tourniquet.
while GOMKER JERNER JOMBER electrifies the gates, he takes the wing from goops with little more than a grunt of acknowledgement. mostly because without any zombies around, it's very tempting to just take dion by the arm and throw him instead of taking his offering.
but link is not doing well, so he sets him down so they can at least treat his wound while the others look for a way inside—and keep everyone else out. sonya or anyone not 12' tall better help with this tourniquet though. ]
[ Honestly she is actually invested in being alive so she also actually just cuts off a piece of the long string-rope thingy off the end of her kite and will also get to work on helping tourniquet their Lonk. She needs you alive, buddy. Grossss, she's covered in zombie goop. ]
Mm, and sign away my freedom? The only thing worse is doing it willingly.
[ That IS shit Sonya would say so honestly spot on for I'm sure the very little info you can actually glean of this guy. Anyway between her cutting strips of Goop Wing and the kite string, we can probably get something reasonable going on here. ]
[The gates are now electrified! They won't stay that way forever but there's at least a minute's worth of electricity pumping through them, and your water bottles will also use some of the debris laying around to lock the gates into place.
This wing probably has some sort of wiring inside to keep its shape, and that will need to be removed before he can use it as a tourniquet. Luckily, Sonya still has two hands and is sort of invested in not watching his co-worker bleed to death, so he'll help out with that. Between the three of them, they manage to get a stopgap tourniquet going.
A placid smile, for Rodya:]
You're mistaken. I'm fighting for our freedom, and you...
[He hums and shakes his head, changing the topic after a moment's pause.]
Captain Boomerang has lost too much blood and will only be a detriment to the mission. [There's a weak, offended "hyah" that is promptly ignored. He reaches into his pocket and pulls out a walkie talkie, that he then holds out to Rodion with bloody hands.] I'll stay behind with him to provide medical attention... And to ensure the gates remain shut. Continue to Wayne Manor and complete the mission. When it's done, contact us through this.
[No way to go but forward now. Before they leave, Link will also pass out a set of lockpicks and miscellaneous equipment for getting past the manor's security, bequeathing them to Sidon with a tired grunt.]
[ what a spicy exchange between rodya and sonya... that dion doesn't notice because he is traumatized-ly marching toward the manor.
how's it looking, by the way? is there any damage from the zombie invasion that they can take advantage of, a window that they can smash, or are they going to have to lockpick their way in? ]
[ his mysterious but intense affection for captain boomerang(???) means he is taking these lockpicks and such and managing to masquerade as normal for a second, trying not to crumple it all in his hands. he's worried about leaving, but also wants to go smash some rich people skulls. ]
Thank you—and rest easy now.
[ of course this means he will be handing all the equipment to someone on the team who can use them, though. though, like—is there a structural weakness they can smash through? ]
[ Bitch. All talk and nothing else to say -- nothing ever changes. Her expression is neutral, but it's back to smiles when she takes the walkie-talkie and turns her attention back to her brand new Suicide Squad. She does throw one last comment over her shoulder though. ]
Try not to die while we're off. I'd rather not become a pile of splat brains.
[ Pockets the walkie-talkie, hers now. Axe in hand, kite strapped on back, and with two less waterbottles and only three feral traumatised men, she's ready to go! Knocking out the bourgeosie is her wheelhouse or something, probably.
Her smile is thin as she walks up to the grand mansion. If push comes to shove she can just axe a back door right. ]
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They won't encounter many zombies this close to the gates, as the majority of them have moved on to terrorize the citizens of Gotham. Aside from swinging their weapons at the occasional zombie that comes too close to them, what they mostly need to worry about is not falling into any of the open graves.
Or, you know, minding their step so they don't get dragged down into a grave by one of the recently risen.
Which is exactly what is about to happen, when two sets of hand (one purple, one beige) abruptly burst out of one of the open graves to try and drag Lucien down with them. Fortunately, they do not succeed thanks to Lucien's Nat 20. But there are now two zombies trying to crawl out so they can go after the gang.
One of them is so badly crushed that they can barely move, slipping and falling back down the moment they try to lift themselves over the edge. It's a tall, muscular woman, with stringy blond hair barely clinging to what's left of her scalp and a butterfly tattoo on her chest. The second zombie currently clawing its way out of the grave is in much better condition despite the gaping hole in its chest, but... hm? Hm.]
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he runs his hands into his hair and starts fucking laughing. ]
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But his confusion is secondary to Lucien's panic.
He reabsorbs the lance, but keeps the shield up as he reaches down to pick jonker up, not throwing him over his shoulder quite get, but urging him upright and keeping an arm around his middle to keep him moving as Dion hurries toward the gates. ]
We cannot be distracted; we must keep moving.
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but they have to be quick, and it looks like dion has yorker in his hold, so he takes his spear and moves to dispatch one of the zombies as it reaches after them.
and as she's reminded them, kitewoman has an axe, so it's an even 2v2. ]
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Normally maybe she'd make a casual comment about it but even she knows actual insanity (bad) when she sees it, or hears it rather. And Jorper was in Arkham for being the top dog of all that and more. ]
Hope you won't miss 'em too much.
[ Sardonic as she goes to axe the zombies down on their way through. The dead should stay dead, frankly. ]
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With these fucking awful rolls I just made, the doppleganger and the woman won't put up much of a fight. Sidon impales the former with his spear, and Ridon can easily axe the woman down on her next attempt to crawl out of her grave.
The bad news is that one of my shitty rolls was for how much attention the gang is getting with, uh, Lucien's mad laughter and all. It's not good news.
There are zombies coming their way from all directions, outnumbering the group and their exits. Thick, black sludge drips out of their mouths — right before they start projectile vomiting at the gang. Time to move fast or risk getting zombified.]
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You're slipping, you're slipping--
[ he might need to be dragged out of here. at least he's not laughing anymore. ]
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[ He grits his teeth, using his clay shield to ward off the vomit as he throws Lucien over his shoulder so that he can book it toward the manor. He doesn't bother to fight off the hoard at this point in order to prioritize speed, trusting Kitewoman and Boops to look after them, and if any zombies or their projectile vomit get too close, then he'll just barrel through them.
And if any of the vomit gets on his clay, then he'll just discard it. ]
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Go! We'll cover you.
[ that means pulling his spear free as quickly as possible, the doppelganger's body falling back into its grave with an unsettling, wet thump, and taking down zombies as they go. off to the manor they go! he'll make sure their water bottles are okay too, and just pick up one to carry like a sack of potatoes if they roll like shit. ]
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[ Not gonna lie, Rodion was literally about to bash Georger over the head with the blunt end of her axe for laughing and screaming. All those zombos rising up from their graves and shambling towards them because of the sound is not a good sign.
He did stop laughing but he's still insane though so he can get a little light sock from her fist before Goops Goops takes off with him.
As for the horde, she'll use the kite as a shield to ward off any incoming vomit since it's not like she has any other defense to work with. Maybe she can axe down a zombie or grab one to use as a meat shield before kicking them away and taking off after the rest.
She'll bring up the rear! Don't fall behind, Deadshot, Cap'n Boomer. If she ends up being late, she can take off with her kite and catch up, presumably. ]
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This turns out to be a bit of a mistake. Almost immediately, it becomes incredibly obvious that something is horribly wrong. Starting from the area hit by the vomit, branches, leaves and vines start to sprout painfully from his clay. He may discard that part of him before it reaches his main body. But once he does?
The discarded pieces of clay change. Small, babylike features appear on what now appears to be a little egg with legs. It stares back at Dion with woeful, confused eyes, uttering—]
Dada?
[And then screams and gets torn to shreds as it becomes a miniature bonsai tree.
Rodion, with her shield, manages to avoid getting splattered with any of the vomit. Similarly, the power of being insane apparently makes the Jingle invincible, and Lucien somehow avoids getting puked on while getting socked and carried around like a sack of potatoes. Sidon is still hulked out as well, and scrapes by unscathed.
Now. Your water bottles.
With a 10, some of the projectile vomit splashes onto Deadshot's mask but thanks to the fact that he's wearing a full body suit of armor, it doesn't manage to penetrate through to his skin before he's ripping the damn thing off his face.
Captain Boomerang does not fare nearly as well. Thanks to the fact that he was already fucked up before the group reached the cemetary, parts of his sleeves had already been torn the fuck up. The vomit seeps through his damaged costume, spilling into the exposed skin of his left arm — and he screams in absolute agony when plants start to sprout from the already messed up limb.
And then faster than anyone here can react, Deadshot pulls out a sword and slices the appendage off before the infection can spread. He shoves the good captain at Sidon and shouts:]
Keep moving!
[They've almost made it to the west exit. Just a little further now.]
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he's sort of potato sacked over dion, so there's only so much he can do, but if something gets close enough he'll take a nasty swipe with the joybuzzer at them. ]
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And he probably never will again.
He stops dead in his tracks the moment the small creature locks eyes with him, a pained sound ripping out from his throat when it barely lives a second before being torn apart by branches and roots.
It's enough to slow him down, leaving him staggering a much unsteadier pace as he continues toward the gate. ]
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it spikes again though when captain boomerang's arm lops off, sprouts and leaves blooming out of its skin. it doesn't really direct itself properly. it's at deadshot, partly. if he weren't suddenly holding someone, he'd probably leave the spear behind altogether and lunge.
but he is! so he takes the building anger and blood lust and directs it—at the zombies, for now. where dion slows down ahead of them, he'll push him and jomber along, before completely lashing out at any zombies that tail him and kitewoman. ]
Keep going!
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Lucky you're dressed up from head to toe, huh? Being a government dog almost suits you. Almost.
[ She has complicated feelings on this guy, but she knows for sure that they can't just let him die, so she is on high alert when Sidon is || close to going feral -- but luckily, he decides to take out anger management on the zombos instead.
She'll continue to axe down and take up the role of the NEW Cap'n Boomerang with her magentised axe since our first one is now missing an arm and all. She'll push Dion or anyone else in their squad along to keep moving if they start faltering.
To the mansion!! ]
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It could suit you as well, Rodya.
[My very IC Sonya RP. The most authentic.
Captain Boomerang paws at his mask while getting carted off, moaning in pain as he sluggishly bleeds all over Sidon. Absolutely no one is surprised by what's behind the mask when he rips it off so he can apply pressure to the open wound. He clearly needs medical attention and soon.
The zombies continue to upchuck black goo at the group, swiping and clawing at them where they can, and even trying to pull them into open graves as they run for the west exit. They are most likely taking a few hits here and there, just based on the sheer amount of zombies versus their very small group.
Once they reach the gates, they will need to find a way to hold them shut so the zombies can't chase after them. Otherwise they'll be stuck outrunning the horde for the rest of the trip to Wayne Manor. Link continues to bleed out, which is also a problem.]
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once they get past the gates, lucien has gotten his shit together ... marginally, perhaps. or at least moved past the laughing stage of insanity to the stage where he starts wanting to hurt people! hooray. he'll slip off dion's shoulder, and head over to the metal gates - slamming the palm of his joybuzzer against the metal and hopefully electrifying the whole thing so any zombie that touches it gets a good, 11 out of 10 shocking. this is pure zelda logic but I feel like this might have some success in a comic sense. ]
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He closes his eyes. ]
Take my wing for Captain Boomerang.
[ He just rips off one of the wings to hopefully(?) help Link out as a tourniquet.
And then he silently walks toward the manor. ]
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while GOMKER JERNER JOMBER electrifies the gates, he takes the wing from goops with little more than a grunt of acknowledgement. mostly because without any zombies around, it's very tempting to just take dion by the arm and throw him instead of taking his offering.
but link is not doing well, so he sets him down so they can at least treat his wound while the others look for a way inside—and keep everyone else out. sonya or anyone not 12' tall better help with this tourniquet though. ]
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Mm, and sign away my freedom? The only thing worse is doing it willingly.
[ That IS shit Sonya would say so honestly spot on for I'm sure the very little info you can actually glean of this guy. Anyway between her cutting strips of Goop Wing and the kite string, we can probably get something reasonable going on here. ]
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This wing probably has some sort of wiring inside to keep its shape, and that will need to be removed before he can use it as a tourniquet. Luckily, Sonya still has two hands and is sort of invested in not watching his co-worker bleed to death, so he'll help out with that. Between the three of them, they manage to get a stopgap tourniquet going.
A placid smile, for Rodya:]
You're mistaken. I'm fighting for our freedom, and you...
[He hums and shakes his head, changing the topic after a moment's pause.]
Captain Boomerang has lost too much blood and will only be a detriment to the mission. [There's a weak, offended "hyah" that is promptly ignored. He reaches into his pocket and pulls out a walkie talkie, that he then holds out to Rodion with bloody hands.] I'll stay behind with him to provide medical attention... And to ensure the gates remain shut. Continue to Wayne Manor and complete the mission. When it's done, contact us through this.
[No way to go but forward now. Before they leave, Link will also pass out a set of lockpicks and miscellaneous equipment for getting past the manor's security, bequeathing them to Sidon with a tired grunt.]
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[ he adjusts the joybuzzer in his hand, tail lashing, basically snarling this out. ]
Let's go kill some rich bastards.
[ and then the bonker is storming off towards Wayne Manor. ]
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how's it looking, by the way? is there any damage from the zombie invasion that they can take advantage of, a window that they can smash, or are they going to have to lockpick their way in? ]
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Thank you—and rest easy now.
[ of course this means he will be handing all the equipment to someone on the team who can use them, though. though, like—is there a structural weakness they can smash through? ]
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Try not to die while we're off. I'd rather not become a pile of splat brains.
[ Pockets the walkie-talkie, hers now. Axe in hand, kite strapped on back, and with two less waterbottles and only three feral traumatised men, she's ready to go! Knocking out the bourgeosie is her wheelhouse or something, probably.
Her smile is thin as she walks up to the grand mansion. If push comes to shove she can just axe a back door right. ]
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