Evil's Return (redux) Chapter 1: First Day Jitters

Toastburner B · 09-10-2009, 07:15 PM

Like all the others, Jared saw the car come flipping through the window, along with the unlikely twist of events that would seemingly lead said car to exploding. However, Jared was in the middle of the foyer, completely exposed, not a shred of cover. Acting completely on reflex (re: panic): he dropped to the floor, curled up into as tight of ball as he could,, shut his eyes and muttered the chant for his shield. The shield, by rights, was meant to repel demons, but it had some utility against physical objects...but not cars or shrapnel flying at high speed.

Of course, he didn't really have time to think about that.

The explosion was...loud. The sound of something metal and heavy landing on the tile floor right in front of him wasn't quiet as loud, but infinitely more terrifying, as was the sound of shrapnel striking the floor around him.

However, there was the heartening lack of feeling said shrapnel cut through his body. He opened one eye, and was surprised to see that the hood of the car had embedded itself into the floor not two feet in front of him. Given the large amounts of shrapnel that seemed to have been caught by said hood, it seemed to be something that Jared should be more thankful for than fearful of.

Slowly, shakily, Jared stood up, peeking over the hood and taking in the scene of carnage.

He meant to say something witty, but when he opened his mouth, it came out simply as a squeak, and he shut his mouth quickly.

--------------------------------------------------------------------

Jenkins nodded as Pamelia filled in the events of the day. "Yes...I suppose the sushi can keep for another day or two." The butler muttered.

Jenkins had been head butler at McCragge Manor for quite some time...well before Pamelia had moved in. He was well aware of his employers doings...let's face it, it's hard to hide the fact that you're a demon hunter from the guy who has to clean demon blood out of your clothes (no mean feat, by the way. Demon blood stains as if the creature is holding it's grudge on you from beyond the grave). This, of course, gave Jenkins a unique insight as to what to prepare for dinner.

Large, smelly, skinless worm?

"If you're asking my opinion, Miss Barsonne, I daresay that they won't have much of an apatite after facing off against such a creature, let alone dealing with the mess that is bound to follow. Might I suggest something a little lighter, and likely meat free. I would suggest a fruit and salad bar.

As he was considering, he pulled a cellphone from his pocket, and with a speed that one doesn't usually see in people of advanced years, typed in a text message and pressed "send".

---------------------------------------------------------------------

Duncan found himself usually comfortable, seeming as he was laying down on concrete. He was still blinking away the after image of the blast from his eyes, and the ringing in his ears by getting taken down by the shockwave had gone down somewhat.

In fact, he was almost thinking straight again when he got the radio call from Lynn.

"Well, you'll be glad to know that all police and emergency services that will respond to this school are under-cover SECA agents, so at the very least we don't have to worry about more civilians seeing the carcass. As for students seeing it, if someone would be kind enough to pull the fire alarm, that will close the fire doors, thereby sealing off the foyer. I know those things usually open...but...well...let's just say our friends at SECA did some modification. It may not be very fire-safe, but it seemed like being able to seal off sections of the building in case of demon attack would be wise."

He sat up. According to his untrained eye, it appeared that the worm had caught most of the shrapnel that would of flew out of the building. "As for what happens to the carcass...I believe there is a reason why everyone here signed-up to be a Protector and not on the clean-up crews."

His phone beeped. "Oh, hey...I got a text message. It's from Jekins...looks like Pamelia got back to the Manor alright. And he says he's making enough food for everyone for lunch...dinner....what freakin' time is it anyways."

Duncan stood up, still kinda shakey. "Pam took my car," he muttered to himself, "how am I supposed to get home?" He turned his radio back on, "Can someone give me a ride? I sacrificed my car for a quick getaway."

((OOC: By the way, movie physics are now revoked.))

09-10-2009, 07:15 PM	#26
Toastburner B Toasty has left the building Join Date: Jun 2004 Location: Hiding...because I don't want to die. Posts: 3,936	Like all the others, Jared saw the car come flipping through the window, along with the unlikely twist of events that would seemingly lead said car to exploding. However, Jared was in the middle of the foyer, completely exposed, not a shred of cover. Acting completely on reflex (re: panic): he dropped to the floor, curled up into as tight of ball as he could,, shut his eyes and muttered the chant for his shield. The shield, by rights, was meant to repel demons, but it had some utility against physical objects...but not cars or shrapnel flying at high speed. Of course, he didn't really have time to think about that. The explosion was...loud. The sound of something metal and heavy landing on the tile floor right in front of him wasn't quiet as loud, but infinitely more terrifying, as was the sound of shrapnel striking the floor around him. However, there was the heartening lack of feeling said shrapnel cut through his body. He opened one eye, and was surprised to see that the hood of the car had embedded itself into the floor not two feet in front of him. Given the large amounts of shrapnel that seemed to have been caught by said hood, it seemed to be something that Jared should be more thankful for than fearful of. Slowly, shakily, Jared stood up, peeking over the hood and taking in the scene of carnage. He meant to say something witty, but when he opened his mouth, it came out simply as a squeak, and he shut his mouth quickly. -------------------------------------------------------------------- Jenkins nodded as Pamelia filled in the events of the day. "Yes...I suppose the sushi can keep for another day or two." The butler muttered. Jenkins had been head butler at McCragge Manor for quite some time...well before Pamelia had moved in. He was well aware of his employers doings...let's face it, it's hard to hide the fact that you're a demon hunter from the guy who has to clean demon blood out of your clothes (no mean feat, by the way. Demon blood stains as if the creature is holding it's grudge on you from beyond the grave). This, of course, gave Jenkins a unique insight as to what to prepare for dinner. Large, smelly, skinless worm? "If you're asking my opinion, Miss Barsonne, I daresay that they won't have much of an apatite after facing off against such a creature, let alone dealing with the mess that is bound to follow. Might I suggest something a little lighter, and likely meat free. I would suggest a fruit and salad bar. As he was considering, he pulled a cellphone from his pocket, and with a speed that one doesn't usually see in people of advanced years, typed in a text message and pressed "send". --------------------------------------------------------------------- Duncan found himself usually comfortable, seeming as he was laying down on concrete. He was still blinking away the after image of the blast from his eyes, and the ringing in his ears by getting taken down by the shockwave had gone down somewhat. In fact, he was almost thinking straight again when he got the radio call from Lynn. "Well, you'll be glad to know that all police and emergency services that will respond to this school are under-cover SECA agents, so at the very least we don't have to worry about more civilians seeing the carcass. As for students seeing it, if someone would be kind enough to pull the fire alarm, that will close the fire doors, thereby sealing off the foyer. I know those things usually open...but...well...let's just say our friends at SECA did some modification. It may not be very fire-safe, but it seemed like being able to seal off sections of the building in case of demon attack would be wise." He sat up. According to his untrained eye, it appeared that the worm had caught most of the shrapnel that would of flew out of the building. "As for what happens to the carcass...I believe there is a reason why everyone here signed-up to be a Protector and not on the clean-up crews." His phone beeped. "Oh, hey...I got a text message. It's from Jekins...looks like Pamelia got back to the Manor alright. And he says he's making enough food for everyone for lunch...dinner....what freakin' time is it anyways." Duncan stood up, still kinda shakey. "Pam took my car," he muttered to himself, "how am I supposed to get home?" He turned his radio back on, "Can someone give me a ride? I sacrificed my car for a quick getaway." ((OOC: By the way, movie physics are now revoked.)) __________________ I came, I saw, I got team-killed. A lot. Last edited by Toastburner B; 09-11-2009 at 03:19 AM.