D.A.P.P.E.R. Case 1; Of Kings and Legacies.

[Hellis]

Weapons tugged close to their bodies, the soldier moved silently down the hall. Josef swallowed, he could feel the sweat trickle down his face slowly, immidetly chilled by another scream. This one came from closer, the corridor seemed to last forever, and it was dark and smelled of old wood and rotten planks. He minded his steps, stepping past any plank that looked to murky or loose. Every so often they passed a door, and they would pause, sweep the room and find nothing. A bed room was the first, it looked like a guest room, sparse and without a personality of it own. Incredibly dull and sterile in comparison to the rest of the house so far. A sweep of the room showed nothing. As they moved onwwards, Josef took the time to put silver rounds into his rifle, he could hear something up ahead. The second door stood ajar as they approached it. Carefully pushing it open, two guys from third squad taking positions to storm in the room for the sweep.

The door slowly crept open, and a flickering green light seemed to come from the other side. As soon as they tried to open, the screaming from earlier returned, it vibrated the air and a cold wind swept down the corridor. Then one end of the corridor filled with white and grey light as something that seemed to be a serpentine women made out of mist came barreling down at them with the speed of a runaway locomotive. The vanguard opened up fire on reflex, falling into firing position. Rocksalt rounds and blessed silver shredding into the incorporeal thing one and stopping in its tracks. Just as its about to hit the first ranks of exterminators, it turns into nothing as mist roll across the floor.

"Sir." One of the newer recruits spoke, his face transfixed at the floor, at the mist. "There are faces." And then, just as he spoke, the mist spiraled up, from the smoke rose several wispy white shapes, all of the same woman. Josef reacted instinctively and shone the his flashlight straight into the eye of the closest one. It hissed and tried to pull away from the cone of light.

"LIGHT! WE NEED LIGHT!" He bellowed and then he saw it. The door they had just been about to check, there was something moving on the other side. Before he could react, it slammed open towards him, the heavy oak hit him like a giant fist and sent him skidding across the floor. He felt bone snap in hiseft arm and he tumbled down the corridor into the darkness. As he looked up, pain searing trough his senses and making everything blurry, he saw wispy white tendrils grip the two closest to door and pull them inside. The door shut close with a thud and the strange green light dissipated.

"Something's inside the side rooms!" Josef yelled as he saw the light flicker behind yet another door. This time it was close to Carl, cracks appearing in the door right next to the man."CARL, MOVE!" Josef screamed at the young academic but he was to late, Carl could only look at him as as the door splintered and a chunk of wood, thick as a arm with nasty splintered edges, shot straight at him. It slammed straight trough his chest, crushing trough flesh and bone like it was wet tissue, flinging him across and pinning him to the opposite wall.
"CAPTAIN: WE GOT TO GET OUT OF HERE!"

 

[Digi-Guy]

"CAPTAIN: WE GOT TO GET OUT OF HERE!"

"EVERY ONE MOVE!" Oliver yelled as he made his way down the hall.

The captain knew they got caught in a bad spot. One they could not have avoided. They needed to get into the room at the end of the corridor fast. Oliver leveled his colt 45 at the door he was moving towards. "Josef stay down!" Oliver said as he fired three blessed silver rounds through the door just in case something was standing behind it.

Next he ran to the door and kicked it open, just as he had done so often as a police detective in the city of Chicago. As soon as the door flew open he threw in one his flash bangs. Oliver turned away from the grenade as it went off. Blinding light blasted through the room. Hopefully this would take care of any spirits waiting to pounce in the room. The hunter stepped into the room and cleared left, then right. The room looked clear.

"Everyone get in here now! Secure all entrances and keep holy relics and lights at the ready." Oliver ordered.

The team quickly filed into the room. Oliver stood by the door and did a head count. They were down three men. Oliver could see Carls lifeless corpse pinned to the wall. Counting the two outside they had lost five people total. The veteran hated seeing so many people die like this. Especially noncombatants like Carl. They needed to locate and neutralize the evil spirit or more people were going to die.

 

[Heyitsjiwon]

James ducked his head as he heard the wooden door shatter and spit out wooden splinters and chunks everywhere. The entire team was in a perilous position as they were all grouped up and in the middle of this crossfire of aggravated spiritual activity. A few members were already taken, and more were injured. However, it was obvious what they had to do. Keep going forward. James ran into the room ahead. He reached into his jacket and pulled out a paper talisman. Licking the back of it, James then jumped and slapped it on the wall above the entrance to the room. It was supposed to ward away spirits... but if the spirits were this agitated then there could be little to stop them. The talisman would only delay the inevitable.

To be quite honest, James wasn't the most comfortable in his current location. Western spirits from the region was an area that James was unfamiliar with. In fact, the extent that he knew on how to deal with them was limited to the actions taken by the church in the form of blessings and exorcisms. Neither of which James was capable of technically doing. Thus, he was really left with few choices right now. So, he reluctantly drew his sword. Right now, conflict seemed to be the only way to solve the situation.

 

[Firemind]

Miyoki was surprised by all that was going on. Everything was...out of her control. There was nothing to focus her talents upon and that made her aggravated. Her annoyance was further amplified by the death of more DAPPER members. A deep sense of powerless-ness was more than enough to fill her gut with a sickening weakness. She gritted her teeth in annoyance as she reached into her bag, withdrawing something small, and only slightly larger than her fist.

She followed quietly behind the Captain, letting Oliver take the lead as she focused on the strange metal object in her hand. She moved with a natural grace, avoiding the splintered edges of the door-frame and turning her back to the flash-bang for only a fraction of time. She was pouring her conscious action into focusing on the strange metal object, and following Oliver with only her subconscious concentration.

As the group slowed down and filed into the room, the object of Miyoki's attention could be seen a little more clearly. It was a strange little thing, made of metal and spikes, yet so tiny that it seemed insignificant. It was her mother's Vajra, and as she channeled more focus and spiritual energy into the small metal object, it began to give off a holy resonance: A soothing glow of sorts that should act as an antithesis of anything that might threaten them.

As the item began to glow, Miyoki looked up and around the room, almost as if she was surprised at being here. She reached into her bag with her free left hand and grabbed the Feyglass Goggles. She affixed them onto her head and turned to the group. "We should make a decision about how to proceed. Moving as an entire group seems the most likely path to produce more casualties. I suggest we onsider splitting up into two groups: One that contains the majority of our combat officers, as a vanguard to sweep the rooms ahead; and the others which contains a lesser amount of our combat operatives, who can protect the weaker ones."

 

[Digi-Guy]

"That's a sound idea Myoki. So far, we have been on the defensive. Only reacting never acting. That changes now. We now know what we are up against. It's time to hunt this ghost down and send it back to hell. Team two half of you will stay here and defend the liaisons and scientists. Josef get that arm checked out by a medic then see to the warding of this room. I want wards on the doors and windows. Line the room with salt, we don't know if this wraith can get through walls or not. Get some sage burning in here too. Myoki, and I will take point with team three and the rest of team two. Let's move out." The captain sad calmly.

Everyone was on edge now. Oliver preferred it that way at this point. Every one needed to be as alert as possible. The hunter put on his fey goggles and stepped out the door with Miyoki. The trail from the wraith was now more vibrant. Tracking down its anchor would be much easier now. The hunting party made slow, but careful, progress down the hall. Lights and rock salt rounds were at the ready. The trails lead them to a room in the hallway. Oliver was pretty sure it was the room that the spirit had pulled in one of his men. Oliver signaled to the team to get ready to breach the room. Oliver had one of his sawed off shot guns out. He had taken out a flashlight and attached to the front of the gun as well. Out of habit, the hunter checked to make sure his cross was still hanging around his neck. Oliver readied another one of his flash bangs as the team stacked up outside the door. One of the soldiers name Terri opened the door just a crack just large enough for Oliver to throw in one of his flash bangs. As soon as it went off Oliver and Miyoki dashed into the room first weapons out and ready to attack.

 

[Hellis]

The trail, as it were, would show to be somewhat misleading. The being had saturated the entire area with its presence, so all the Captain had to go on was the lingering, powerful trail that seemed to cut trough it all. There was of course a mortal flaw in this. One, there was no telling what was waiting them on the other side of that door. And well, as they kicked the door open they came into the site of their lost comrades unprepared. Or what was left of their comrades in any case. The poor bastards were both in a heap on the floor, broken in so many places, bent at odd angles and their faces locked in horror. The walls of the rather massive room were covered with runes and carvings from all over the world, Sumerian, Norse, Fyr, Arabic, Proto-Chinese. They glowed faintly in the darkness of the room.

The floor was covered with steel half pipes fitted into groves like those in a butchers house. The blood from the corpses was trickling down these metal fittings into a bowl in the middle of the room. From the bowls side large brass colored pips of some otherwise very alien metal rose into a complex set of machinery in the roof. The Intricate machinery was not of any obvious human design ticked and turned along a giant alien tablet showing diagrams of a unknown cosmos. A large metal arm suddenly struck out and lifted one of the crumpled corpses and from the strange machines center came a terrible screeching sound as one of the strange valves released and a green spirit burst from it down into the corpse and then it began to jolt and twist and turn, broken bones resetting themselves and a dull light coming into the former operatives eyes. Head tilted still at impossible angle it rose to its feet.

Not a ghoul, not quite a Zombie. The shine in its eyes intensified. It was a possessed husk, driven by a spirit. From the looks of it, a very angry one. Its arm rose in manner reminiscent that of a puppet at it leveled its carbine on Oliver and Miyuki. A short, very rickety three bullet burst followed. Two bullets went straight into the group, one gracing Olivers cheek, the Captain a inch from death. Another hits the soldier behind him in the helmet, he falls backwards swearing but otherwise alive. The third round goes incredibly wide, hitting nothing and instead ricocheting into the machine, the bullet doesn't even dent it. The other one seems to have trouble operating his pump action shotgun.

Room; Middle full of tubes and sharp, swishing about arms of strange metal. Two reanimated DAPPER operatives, One Remington Shotgun, one M-16 carbine. Distance 11 meters across to machine, 12 to the reanimated corpses. Miyuki can clear the strech. The line of fire is somewhat obscured for the fire team.

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Hall securing post will be a collab between me Xibilation and Jwon.

 

[Firemind]

Miyoki was glad for her natural caution, but she was willing to follow Oliver's orders in this instance. After all, he was going with her plan. Still, while he led the team, it was Miyoki who waited a step further back, gripping the Vajra in her right hand as she let Oliver take the lead. As he kicked open the door and revealed the two reanimated DAPPER operatives, Miyoki quickly ducked to the side on pure instinct, just as three bullets rocketed through the open doorway. Oliver was grazed and she suddenly felt her instincts kick in.

"The third bullet bucked wildly high, the ghoul can't control his weapon's kickback." She was analysing and deconstructing the situation, checking, double checking and even triple checking that nothing could sideswipe her. Glancing through the doorway, she saw the fumbling second ghoul prove incapable of operating the shotgun. "Poor control. Now is the time that I strike."

With a sudden burst of energy, Miyoki shot past Oliver and through the door. She was going to end the fight before it even started: That was her objective now. Exterminators were made for this, and she was the best in this situation: Tight quarters, low numbers, fumbling opponents...This was basically textbook. The only potential issue was the Shotgun ghoul. If he ever managed to operate the weapon, she would be doomed to a very painful taste of buckshot.

That was why she decided to lob the Vajra. It was still flowing with radiant energy as it soared through the air and right into the centre of the Zombie. She intentionally aimed for the creature's neck, aiming to and succeeding in severing the nerve clusters in its spine. The spirit wouldn't be able to move a body that was paralysed from the neck down...At least not quick enough to retaliate.

Finally, without an instance of hesitation, she rolled the last two metres of distance between the ghouls and herself and thrust both Katars into the Machine-gun totting Ghoul's chest. She ripped outward in a V shape, eviscerating the ghoul by removing both arms and most of its torso.

Following that, she turned to the Shotgun ghoul, still crumpled on the floor. It was no threat, but the gurgle of its movement was enough for Miyoki to feel a twinge of sadness. She plunged the Cold-Steel Katar into its skull, pulping the brain with a cold precision. "May you find undisturbed peace in the next life." She reaches down and grabs her Vajra, before turning her attention to the machine.

Miyoki instantly felt a wave of nausea and dizziness as she stared at the machine. Her Feyglass goggles made the entire structure look...alive. Almost alive, at least. It had strange veins and an active pulse, but it crumpled in and overlapped on itself like something that simply couldn't be.

The nausea was enough of a distraction that the machine could lash out with a sharp impliment. It seemed to be aiming to take her Vajra-holding right arm off, but Miyoki was able to step back and avoid the brunt of the attack. Instead of taking a limb, it opened up a slight slash in her shoulder, a trickle of blood that caused more annoyance than pain. She took a few more steps back, towards the door, so as to be out of its range. As soon as she felt safe, she ripped off the feyglass goggles, and continued to stare at the machine, particularly at the sharp blades.

"Uh, Whatever that thing is, it shouldn't exist. I say we grenade it and be done with it." She