[ 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? ]
[ he's seen how a near miraculous 'resurrection' is, and it isn't this. it's not a rotting corpse held up by tendrils and earth, devoid of any real life.
but more importantly, the movement sets him off—rodya can get her words in, but he snaps at bruce immediately, hindmind instinct-fast to attempt and grab his arm. maybe try to tear it off? as a tweat. not like he knows this rich boy might be stronger than he looks. ]
[The glass lid that protects the clock hands has a few fingertip shaped smudges. Maybe someone recently messed with the clock hands for some reason...? The clock hands themselves aren't moving and they're set to 12:00. But there's nothing else Lucien can see that sticks out.
It's not possible for Dion to squeeze through, no. The clock is practically flush against the wall and what little gap is there isn't large enough for him to squeeze through, even if he went full puddle. Clay is a little too dense.
As for Sidon and Rodion... well.
Bruce reacts faster than any rich playboy should, immediately dodging Sidon and swinging the chair at him in one smooth movement. This has the side effect of knocking him into his zombie parents, however, who puke on Sidon and crumple to the ground in a heap of misshapen limbs. Bruce gasps, distraught, and yells—]
No!
[This is a mistake.
Too caught up in his own crazed horror, he misses the swing of Rodion's axe. She cleaves him right through the back, blood splattering everywhere as he chokes on a gasp and falls to the ground. Just a couple seconds later, his wristwatch chimes with an alarm.
lucien have any idea what time it is. is he wearing a watch. that doesn't feel like a very jerker move but maybe it was part of the SQUAD regulations. either way, he won't flinch at the obvious noises of fighting and blood and will just try and move the clock hands to 10:47. why not. that seems like a good idea. ]
[ woah, fast for a rich boy. but not fast enough—or maybe too lost in his mind and madness to fight at his best, trying to save his parents who died ages past.
the zombies are surprisingly frail for the amount of devastation they cost, coming apart with very little effort on his part once he's stumbled upon them. and rodya's axe does bruce in, precisely timed and perfectly violent.
so that's done with.
though some of that zombie bile that they'd puked up on him did splash on his wrist, which is different. different in that a sapling bud or two tries to push out from under his scales there, blooming up into cute little leaves. it would probably hurt if he weren't on fish roids. just like what happened to link.
[ She's going to unclip her walkie-talkie real quick to speak into it. ]
We got your Wayne guy.
[ Well, he might not be DEAD yet quite, but she's going to go for a second hit to actually take off his arm. Just in case they need him barely alive to shut down the zombo operation, but she needs him not able to push any panic buttons he's got on his person.
—Ah, and Sidon, too. ]
Sorry about this, but hold still -- !
[ I GUESS SHE'S JUST ON ARM CHOPPING DUTY GET OVER HERE FISH BOY ]
[ THANKS FOR TAKING OUT BRUCE GUYS idk how lucien got past the glass of the clock but if there's no simple way to lift it off Dion will just turn one of his hands into a hammer and smash through it so lucien can adjust the arms. ]
[The little glass lid can be lifted pretty easily, actually, so Dion and Lucien won't have any issues dealing with that. There is another clock on the desk that they can reference for the time; this is a study after all, which is something that I forgot to mention in my half-asleep daze last night.
Once Lucien moves the hands to 10:47, something clicks behind the clock and there is a mechanical whirring before the clock slides to the left by itself to reveal a secret passageway behind it. From here, they can see a staircase leading to a basement level. A faint green glow emanates from further below.
Sonya's voice comes through the walkie talkie, confirming that your water bottles are still alive if nothing else:]
The zombies are still active. Did you kill him?
[And, well, Bruce isn't dead — yet. But with the axe wound on his back that cleaved through his spine, he's unable to move when Rodion goes for a double tap and takes off his arm. Blood is starting to pool around him in a steadily growing puddle. The watch continues beeping while Bruce Wayne bleeds out on the floor, his gaze stuck on his parents' rotting corpses.
lucien is already plotting how to burn down this house, swiveling a glare at the walkie talkie but he ain't answering that. impatient! he doesn't wait before he just heads down the stairs. it's fine. what's the worst that could happen, his head could blow up? ]
[ wow bruce is really not doing so hot. probably serves him right though. i don't have any sad rich boy meta because i'm sleepy
anyway, he should just let rodya do her work, but the instant her axe even skims a scale he's going to try and take a swipe at her instead, tail lashing like a startled cat. ]
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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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but more importantly, the movement sets him off—rodya can get her words in, but he snaps at bruce immediately, hindmind instinct-fast to attempt and grab his arm. maybe try to tear it off? as a tweat. not like he knows this rich boy might be stronger than he looks. ]
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She's going to react by immediately going for her axe to straight up lop off Bruce's arm. Thanks for holding it out for her, maybe? Easy target? ]
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It's not possible for Dion to squeeze through, no. The clock is practically flush against the wall and what little gap is there isn't large enough for him to squeeze through, even if he went full puddle. Clay is a little too dense.
As for Sidon and Rodion... well.
Bruce reacts faster than any rich playboy should, immediately dodging Sidon and swinging the chair at him in one smooth movement. This has the side effect of knocking him into his zombie parents, however, who puke on Sidon and crumple to the ground in a heap of misshapen limbs. Bruce gasps, distraught, and yells—]
No!
[This is a mistake.
Too caught up in his own crazed horror, he misses the swing of Rodion's axe. She cleaves him right through the back, blood splattering everywhere as he chokes on a gasp and falls to the ground. Just a couple seconds later, his wristwatch chimes with an alarm.
It's 10:47PM.]
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lucien have any idea what time it is. is he wearing a watch. that doesn't feel like a very jerker move but maybe it was part of the SQUAD regulations. either way, he won't flinch at the obvious noises of fighting and blood and will just try and move the clock hands to 10:47. why not. that seems like a good idea. ]
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the zombies are surprisingly frail for the amount of devastation they cost, coming apart with very little effort on his part once he's stumbled upon them. and rodya's axe does bruce in, precisely timed and perfectly violent.
so that's done with.
though some of that zombie bile that they'd puked up on him did splash on his wrist, which is different. different in that a sapling bud or two tries to push out from under his scales there, blooming up into cute little leaves. it would probably hurt if he weren't on fish roids. just like what happened to link.
—or, who? ]
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We got your Wayne guy.
[ Well, he might not be DEAD yet quite, but she's going to go for a second hit to actually take off his arm. Just in case they need him barely alive to shut down the zombo operation, but she needs him not able to push any panic buttons he's got on his person.
—Ah, and Sidon, too. ]
Sorry about this, but hold still -- !
[ I GUESS SHE'S JUST ON ARM CHOPPING DUTY GET OVER HERE FISH BOY ]
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Once Lucien moves the hands to 10:47, something clicks behind the clock and there is a mechanical whirring before the clock slides to the left by itself to reveal a secret passageway behind it. From here, they can see a staircase leading to a basement level. A faint green glow emanates from further below.
Sonya's voice comes through the walkie talkie, confirming that your water bottles are still alive if nothing else:]
The zombies are still active. Did you kill him?
[And, well, Bruce isn't dead — yet. But with the axe wound on his back that cleaved through his spine, he's unable to move when Rodion goes for a double tap and takes off his arm. Blood is starting to pool around him in a steadily growing puddle. The watch continues beeping while Bruce Wayne bleeds out on the floor, his gaze stuck on his parents' rotting corpses.
Good luck dealing with Sidon, Rodion.]
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lucien is already plotting how to burn down this house, swiveling a glare at the walkie talkie but he ain't answering that. impatient! he doesn't wait before he just heads down the stairs. it's fine. what's the worst that could happen, his head could blow up? ]
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[ Completely unaware that his prison bestie is in dire straits.
But he'll go down with horker, once again materializing a lance in case they find any shenanigans. ]
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anyway, he should just let rodya do her work, but the instant her axe even skims a scale he's going to try and take a swipe at her instead, tail lashing like a startled cat. ]
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