[ 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. ]
[The green glow they started noticing near the cemetery is much strong the closer they get to the manor, with it being the brightest when they get to the private cemetery in the estate's backyard. Or, uh, the backyard adjacent area? Cannot understate how fucking huge this plot of land is. They'll be walking for five minutes uphill before they get to the manor itself after passing the private cemetery.
Once they're close enough, they'll see there's a bit of damage to the manor from the zombie invasion. The back door is barely hanging on by a thread. The windows have been smashed open, with holes in the glass pane large enough to fit most of their fists, except for Sidon's fishy paws.
They might need the lockpicks for something else later, but right now it looks like they could probably just smash through if they decide to throw stealth right out the door.]
[ do we seem like a stealthy bunch? at least dion is smaller now that he's lost a lot of clay along the way. the goop is glorping.
lucien will at least try and be quiet as he approaches, BOSSILY gesturing for everyone else to get down too as they approach the back door. if all is quiet he'll just try pushing it with a foot from as far away as possible to see what happens. ]
[ He will crouch down and to his best to be stealthy as they get closer to the manor, but he'll make his way over to a window while borker checks the door, becoming a clay noodle (cloodle) to make his way into one of the holes in the windows to survey the inside.
If there's no immediate threat, he will cloodle his way inside. ]
[ Lmao as I recall the last time Rodion's squad tried to do a stealth mission. In her defense she's not the one who fucked it up but still. The group effort was definitely something.
God bless Porger and his attempts to make them get down, because she just glances once at Boops Boops and is like well this is going to be interesting probably. And then she's immediately proven right, basically.
What about all the other windows and stuff, what rooms are actually lit up and etc? Can she spot any shadows of people within, moving around, etc... Maybe some room where the green glow is especially strong.
Are there any visible crazy home security fits. Surely the rich-ass Waynes household didn't just LET the zombies wreak havoc all over his pristine interior. Does she just watch Boopsler just instantly eat shit. ]
The door has been smashed open! When this happens, the group hears what appears to be the sound of a conversation abruptly cutting off. It seems to have come from somewhere on this floor.
Peering inside the house, they appear to be in some kind of mudroom area that opens up to a hallway, which has been torn to shit. The hallway itself is dimly lit, because rich people get to have working electricity in the middle of an apocalypse, but there is one room that has better illumination than the others.
No green glow that they can see from here, though.]
[ he has been entrusted with the tools .......... he'll loudly go shh! to everybody, as if he wasn't losing his goddamned mind about 15 minutes ago, and definitely alerting everyone here to their presence. yay!
he'll put the tools inside his coat and slip in. if the others are going to go bowling in he isn't going to stop them, but he might peel off to a darker side room nearby while they move through the house. not far enough away he can't hop back into the action but he wants to try and scout ahead a bit. ]
[ Dion is also going to opt to be stealthy, perhaps it's time for another distract and extract?
He won't stop Sidon for being rowdy and loud if he wants to hunt down whoever they heard and kill them, but he'll opt to follow Lucien into the darker innards of the house, on the hunt for any sight of that ominous green glow. ]
[ yerker is the one who hotwired that car so he's not officially the man who has to deal with all the fiddly bits of this operation, as far as he's concerned.
while the boys are stealthing, he may as well try and chase out anything that's hiding from them. flush any rats out from the walls, so to speak. so he'll go towards the brighter room, though he's sort of studying the halls in a sort of—analytical, animal instinct. because shouldn't there be zombies if they broke in? what's the damage look like? ]
[ So, whoever lives in this home (the Wayne) definitely knows something happened in the back end. So Rodion is going to walk right in afterwards and preferably distance herself from just standing there openly in the back yard to get idk, tranqed.
She's going to be keeping an ear out for any noises that aren't caused by her fellow compatriots, because the sooner she can get an estimate on where their target(s) are, the better. Let's not have them get the jump on us.
She's going to go tail Sidon, since Jonker and One-Winged Goopiroth are being a pair. Are there anything like... flowervases or little trinkets she can grab just to have as impromptu throwables? ]
[If Lucien and Dion are scouting ahead and looking for more of that ominous green glow, they will eventually stumble across a locked door. There's a faint green glow coming through the sides where it isn't flush against the doorframe.
There are pieces of debris and broken decorations scattered throughout the mudroom and hallway. The house is fairly fucked up, like maybe a bunch of zombies came through here before getting driven out. Rodion can grab whatever she likes from the debris to use as a throwable.
In the brighter room, Sidon and Rodion will see a man and two zombies. The zombies are just sort of... chilling. Sitting at a table like they were having a tea party until the Suicide Squad broke the door down and caused a racket. The human man, who they would recognize as Bruce Wayne, immediately stands up and grabs his chair like he's about to use it as a baseball bat. There's a slightly crazed look in his eyes, like homeboy might have had a mental breakdown and is still going through it.]
[ well then. maybe we did all go a little insane as a treat, including brucie here. he'll leave the Charm Team to deal with talking to him for the moment - it's a helpful distraction while he tries to feel around the sides of the door. he'll move over to give dion space, actually - pulling out the tools and starting to press into the lock, but mostly holding it open.
[ referring to it as his bits... bit dion will do as requested, becoming soft once more and oozing into the lock to assist in "pressing" where it "needs it".
assuming the house is quiet enough to hear bruce yelling. ]
[ while jorker and goops discuss their bits and put the right parts into the right holes just the right way, he's itching for a fight? zombies are here. they're not people who will explode their brains if they die.
he'll round the zombies like—well, a shark. he has no interest in talking to bruce, so the 'charm' in charm team is really just one woman. ]
It's going to take a little fiddling, but since Lucien's numerous crimes include breaking and entering, it won't take very long before they manage to get the door open. With the door unlocked, Dion and Lucien can see that the glow is emanating from... behind a grandfather clock? Weird.
Bruce grows tense when Sidon approaches the zombies, shifting his weight like he's ready to throttle a giant fish if he dares to touch them. His far too wide eyed gaze shifts between the two of them.]
... I see. Kitewoman and Boops. You're supposed to be in jail. [There's a quality to his voice that sounds a little familiar. Now, where have they heard it...?] It was only meant to be them. Everything else that happened was— an accident. But I'm going to make them human again. I'll do the same for everyone else.
[ OH IM AN IDIOT you said we can hear so. yes. he's scoffing at that part. you can't bring people back. that isn't how any of this works. what a fucking IDIOT this wayne guy is.
he'll start trying to move the clock, but he's definitely going to need help with that. he's not a strong guy. ]
[ why DOES his voice sound familiar...? well, no time to worry about that.
since jorber is a delicate little twink, dion will step up to be the muscle and shove the clock to the side, careful not to use enough force to topple it over and alert bruce to their presence. ]
[ bruce's voice is a little ???? but his logic is even more ???????. even through the fun blood haze. he looks at kitewoman, then just flatly at bruce. ]
We got out. You won't.
[ this is so obviously the delusion of a rich, powerful person with a little too much money and grief. which he'd usually at least sympathize with on the grief part, but there's a lot of damage and dead people out there now. these zombies are so incredibly far from salvageable; even a roided out shark can tell.
are the zombies hostile at all, though? just waiting to have a nice tea? ]
[ ...Haha... so... funny that... if anyone understood the dead rising, she's definitely qualified. Not that she really has all that much sympathy, but she knows a bandaid fix when she sees one. ]
You're sitting in a room with a pair of corpses, man. What's done is done.
[ She gets not wanting to move on, but this is a liiittle extreme. Also yeah are these zombos just chilling. ]
[Lucien and Dion are certainly welcome to try moving the clock. However, it seems like the entire thing is stuck where it stands almost as if it's bolted to the floor. However, they can't see any obvious screws or anything like that.
The zombies are standing around and casually upchucking more of the black goop. Bruce seems to be beyond the point of noticing or caring, and seems more preoccupied by being offended.]
You don't know that. You don't know what I'm capable of.
[One of his hands twitches, the movement a little odd as if he was pressing on something.]
[ there's good reason that lucien wants to stay away from that scene. nothing but empty puppets, hung on strings. the thought irritates - no, infuriates - him. though he can't quite place why. it's not as if there's something in his backstory here that'd lend itself to feeling that way, he just knows it makes his stomach twist in a dark way. he doesn't want to see it.
looking over his should towards where the voices are coming from, to see how distracted they are, maybe, before he tries to look over the clock. is there anything about it that seems ............. puzzle-ish. is there a keyhole or a reason to turn the clock hands, or anything behind the glass? ]
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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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Once they're close enough, they'll see there's a bit of damage to the manor from the zombie invasion. The back door is barely hanging on by a thread. The windows have been smashed open, with holes in the glass pane large enough to fit most of their fists, except for Sidon's fishy paws.
They might need the lockpicks for something else later, but right now it looks like they could probably just smash through if they decide to throw stealth right out the door.]
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lucien will at least try and be quiet as he approaches, BOSSILY gesturing for everyone else to get down too as they approach the back door. if all is quiet he'll just try pushing it with a foot from as far away as possible to see what happens. ]
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If there's no immediate threat, he will cloodle his way inside. ]
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sorry about this tag order but he'll just drop the lockpick supplies on gjorker and smash through the back door hello ]
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God bless Porger and his attempts to make them get down, because she just glances once at Boops Boops and is like well this is going to be interesting probably. And then she's immediately proven right, basically.
What about all the other windows and stuff, what rooms are actually lit up and etc? Can she spot any shadows of people within, moving around, etc... Maybe some room where the green glow is especially strong.
Are there any visible crazy home security fits. Surely the rich-ass Waynes household didn't just LET the zombies wreak havoc all over his pristine interior. Does she just watch Boopsler just instantly eat shit. ]
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The door has been smashed open! When this happens, the group hears what appears to be the sound of a conversation abruptly cutting off. It seems to have come from somewhere on this floor.
Peering inside the house, they appear to be in some kind of mudroom area that opens up to a hallway, which has been torn to shit. The hallway itself is dimly lit, because rich people get to have working electricity in the middle of an apocalypse, but there is one room that has better illumination than the others.
No green glow that they can see from here, though.]
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he'll put the tools inside his coat and slip in. if the others are going to go bowling in he isn't going to stop them, but he might peel off to a darker side room nearby while they move through the house. not far enough away he can't hop back into the action but he wants to try and scout ahead a bit. ]
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He won't stop Sidon for being rowdy and loud if he wants to hunt down whoever they heard and kill them, but he'll opt to follow Lucien into the darker innards of the house, on the hunt for any sight of that ominous green glow. ]
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while the boys are stealthing, he may as well try and chase out anything that's hiding from them. flush any rats out from the walls, so to speak. so he'll go towards the brighter room, though he's sort of studying the halls in a sort of—analytical, animal instinct. because shouldn't there be zombies if they broke in? what's the damage look like? ]
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She's going to be keeping an ear out for any noises that aren't caused by her fellow compatriots, because the sooner she can get an estimate on where their target(s) are, the better. Let's not have them get the jump on us.
She's going to go tail Sidon, since Jonker and One-Winged Goopiroth are being a pair. Are there anything like... flowervases or little trinkets she can grab just to have as impromptu throwables? ]
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There are pieces of debris and broken decorations scattered throughout the mudroom and hallway. The house is fairly fucked up, like maybe a bunch of zombies came through here before getting driven out. Rodion can grab whatever she likes from the debris to use as a throwable.
In the brighter room, Sidon and Rodion will see a man and two zombies. The zombies are just sort of... chilling. Sitting at a table like they were having a tea party until the Suicide Squad broke the door down and caused a racket. The human man, who they would recognize as Bruce Wayne, immediately stands up and grabs his chair like he's about to use it as a baseball bat. There's a slightly crazed look in his eyes, like homeboy might have had a mental breakdown and is still going through it.]
Who are you? And what are you doing in my house?!
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to goops:]
Put your bits in there. Press where it needs it.
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assuming the house is quiet enough to hear bruce yelling. ]
We've found half of what we came for, at least.
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he'll round the zombies like—well, a shark. he has no interest in talking to bruce, so the 'charm' in charm team is really just one woman. ]
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[ Duh, dude. Do you not see her dope-ass kite? She expands it just to make a point. ]
...Are these your parents? Did you put us through zombie shit because you're a sad boy?
[ Is that what's going on here? ]
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It's going to take a little fiddling, but since Lucien's numerous crimes include breaking and entering, it won't take very long before they manage to get the door open. With the door unlocked, Dion and Lucien can see that the glow is emanating from... behind a grandfather clock? Weird.
Bruce grows tense when Sidon approaches the zombies, shifting his weight like he's ready to throttle a giant fish if he dares to touch them. His far too wide eyed gaze shifts between the two of them.]
... I see. Kitewoman and Boops. You're supposed to be in jail. [There's a quality to his voice that sounds a little familiar. Now, where have they heard it...?] It was only meant to be them. Everything else that happened was— an accident. But I'm going to make them human again. I'll do the same for everyone else.
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he'll start trying to move the clock, but he's definitely going to need help with that. he's not a strong guy. ]
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since jorber is a delicate little twink, dion will step up to be the muscle and shove the clock to the side, careful not to use enough force to topple it over and alert bruce to their presence. ]
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We got out. You won't.
[ this is so obviously the delusion of a rich, powerful person with a little too much money and grief. which he'd usually at least sympathize with on the grief part, but there's a lot of damage and dead people out there now. these zombies are so incredibly far from salvageable; even a roided out shark can tell.
are the zombies hostile at all, though? just waiting to have a nice tea? ]
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You're sitting in a room with a pair of corpses, man. What's done is done.
[ She gets not wanting to move on, but this is a liiittle extreme. Also yeah are these zombos just chilling. ]
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The zombies are standing around and casually upchucking more of the black goop. Bruce seems to be beyond the point of noticing or caring, and seems more preoccupied by being offended.]
You don't know that. You don't know what I'm capable of.
[One of his hands twitches, the movement a little odd as if he was pressing on something.]
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looking over his should towards where the voices are coming from, to see how distracted they are, maybe, before he tries to look over the clock. is there anything about it that seems ............. puzzle-ish. is there a keyhole or a reason to turn the clock hands, or anything behind the glass? ]
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is there any gaps behind the clock where they can see the light emanate from? is it possible for him to squeeze into them? ]
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