Plotlogs
Insatiable Sr Lanie
In a foreboding forest perched on a cliffside in upstate New York, a group composed of Owen, Jett, Asa, and Lanie sets out on a darkly grim mission. Their goal? To infiltrate a hidden laboratory said to be used for the sinister purpose of blood farming, catering to a particularly insatiable vampire.
Upon arrival, Owen, haunted by deja vu, fearfully recognizes the corrupted natural landscape from a past nightmare experience. The group descends a hazardous cliff via rope, with Asa boldly leaping and calling upon the wind to ensure his safe landing. Below, they find themselves squeezed into a nook that unveils the entrance to the dreaded facility.
Their entry into the lair is heralded by the violent death of a lab-coated individual, victim to Owen's gun, Asa's archery, and a surprisingly serendipitous shot by Jett, which ricochets and finds its mark in the man's temple. Yet, their act of aggression triggers the facility's alarm system. Amidst the wailing sirens, Asa attempts to free one of the pod-restrained victims only to be met with a gruesome scene—a liquefied human—a haunting result of the vampire's grotesque practices.
As the group navigates through the maze-like corridors of the facility, they stumble upon yet another harrowing sight: a red-headed vampire in the midst of feasting on a young man. In cold command of the situation, the team synergistically unleashes a barrage of lethal projectiles: arrows, bullets, and even Lanie's thrown knife. To their horror, but not surprise, the vampire is too preoccupied with her prey to evade the attacks, resulting in her instantaneous disintegration into ash upon death.
While the group stands alert, the ground trembles beneath them—an ominous sign of the unknown dangers that still lurk within, and possibly beyond, the steely bowels of this vampiric sanctum. They know their mission is far from over, and more bloodshed awaits as they continue to confront the cruel heart of darkness that lies hidden in the depths of the dark forest.
(Insatiable(SRLanie):SRLanie)
[Sat Dec 2 2023]
In a suspicious cliffside in upstate New York
In the shadowed embrace of New York state, not so far from the headline-leading Finger Lakes, an old forest clings to the mountainside like a dark secret, its ancient evergreens towering into a sky shrouded in perpetual twilight. The air, thick with the scent of pine and decay, carries a silence so profound it suffocates. The trees themselves seem to twist in agony, their gnarled branches reaching out like skeletal fingers grasping for escape from the earth that entraps them. Beneath the dense canopy, the underbrush is choked with thorns and brambles, as if the forest itself is trying to keep something hidden. It's in this old growth sprawl, high upon the mountain, that the scene unfolds a landscape painted with despair and desolation. The ground beneath is littered with the remnants of creatures less fortunate, their bones scattered and bleached, a testament to the forest's unforgiving nature. Amidst this sinister tranquility, the most horrifying sight hangs in the treetops: an exsanguinated body, its lifeless form entangled in the branches as if the forest itself claimed it. The pale, empty eyes stare into the void, a silent witness to the unspeakable horrors that lurk within these woods, where every shadow hides a nightmare, and the trees whisper tales of the damned.
Peering over a sheer westward cliff face, the view below juxtaposes eerily with the oppressive gloom above. A tranquil lagoon lies at the foot of the mountain, its waters mirroring the sky, deceptively peaceful. Sandy beaches encircle it, hugging the edge of a lake that whispers secrets with each lapping wave. It's a rock footing some fifty foot up from the water's edge, however, that draws the eye, an unnatural assembly of stones that hints at intervention, human or otherwise. Shaped almost like an archaic altar, it guards the entrance to a cave, a mouth agape like a silent scream.
It is about 50F(10C) degrees.
Owen isn't yet familiar with the paths in the least, but he's been drug through one before, at least once, by now. It's still an apparently nauseating and vertigo-inducing experience, but he keeps his wits about, taking something from his pocket and tucking it to his lip as soon as he finds footing, with his next step being to track down Lanie, and Jett or Asa next. Once everybody's in sight, it's the forest that he's apprehensively observing in lieu, and he doesn't like what he sees. This is the wrong kind of deja vu. "Fuck."
OOC: Welcome to the plot! Emotes will be freeform unless there's combat or turns are requested by anyone here. help storydeath applies, but the main purpose is to have fun! Please feel free to emote your arrivals as you will and for anyone that needed a ride, Lanie would have provided one via pathing.
Pathing would've been the quickest way to arrive, Jett probably lets someone more capable attend to that business though - simply gracing himself in the guidance of the trail they blaze. That is until he is spit back out into the cold temperature of the woods. He bundles himself up in the many layers that he arrives in, spying around for familiar faces in the otherwise unfamiliar environ.
Stepping off the path alongside Lanie, Asa glances about, spotting Owen nearby, and then Jett which he gives a low whistle at his clothes, "Slouch fashionista. I see. Looking good man." For his part, he's just wearing normal clothes, though he's got a fresh and modern gear bag slung over his shoulders, rustling only mildly as he walks. He gives an upnod to Owen, before he too looks off at the surrounding areas. "Okay, so... as far as the creepiness factor... am I going to be getting possessed by a Loa t his time?"
"You think so?" Jett asks Asa, his usual passive disposition lightened as he gives himself and his new outfit a once over. Despite the compliment being given he still peers at Lanie and Owen to see if they have any criticism on the otherwise unimportant matter of his clothing.
"Anything's possible," Owen promises Asa, lipping a cigarette and lighting it quick, with an eye going up a tree to a particularly gruesome sight - one of several, if he had to guess. "I can't say I hear any birds. We're looking for water."
"Well, that's good t--What the fuck?" Asa trails off, following Owen's gaze, and tilting his head back. He points out the horrific scene to Jett just in case he's missed it. "That, is not a good sign..." he murmurs, though it's a little fascinated as well as disturbed. "You said we're looking for Water?" he wonders of Owen before he asks of Jett, "Did you bring any gear?"
Lanie would have given Owen, Jett and Asa a lift down the dark path that leads to this particular place, one that she looks like she'd rather be anywhere else but here. She glances about the area with disdain in her expression, nose wrinkling, eyes narrowed almost hatefully. "This place sucks." she announces her displeasure. Jett's question is met with a, "You look warm and cozy, that's what matters when you're in the fucking tundra like this."
Jett follows Owen's line of sight, spotting the vacant eyes that stare out from the tangle of branches - just as Asa points that way, he hums in acknowledgment once. "I have my gun and my knife," he shared with Asa of his simple weaponry, but he pats his own chest to give the hollow thud of protection beneath.. all those layers. "Yeah, I guess you have a point.. should've brought gloves," he remarks in hindsight.
"Sucks..." Owen giggles like a buffoon towards a pun that may not have been intended, and despite their friend -- or the friends that they may not see -- doing overwatch, he starts to trudge along blindly through the trees, like he's been here before. Perhaps he has, but he wasn't feeling so well at the time... and his memory is lackluster at best. He's headed in a direction, though, slow steps seeking out subtleties in the undergrowth.
"If you were a god blood, like me," Asa opines with a wink to Jett, "You'd just kind of grow really healthy, and probably wouldn't need the gloves much..." He's busy shaking out his hands as if they were a little cold, disproving this, though he certainly does look much, much healthier than his arrival to haven. To Lanie, "Do you mind giving me a rundown of everything again while we're busy being absolutely disgusted by the meat sack up there?" he gives another disgusted look at the corpse above, only to follow along with Owen as he picks a direction. "I've only done one other thing like this. I'm hoping this time I'll actually be of use," he explains to the dour Jett.
A direction is better than no direction, and while Jett on any other day would be wise to have some reluctant, he follows after Owen's slow steps without question. There's a small huff at Asa when he mentions his bloodline with some pride and the delinquent scoffs. "I remember you being a great meatshield, so I'm sure everything will work out," he drones to Asa in a manner that was meant to be encouraging, even if it is cast out lukewarm.
That exsanguinated body just sways back and forth, back and forth, with every gust of wind that blows, pushing the branches of the tree it's tangled in around. It hasn't dislodged itself yet, by some small miracle.
Lanie takes a few deep breaths as if she's trying to get her nerves to settle, joining Owen at his side, "Do you remember where the security cameras are... the guards, did you bring the map?" It's pretty obvious she's panicking as if this place means something very bad to her.
Even as Owen walks, there's something... wrong. His memory's bothering him. He's still watching that body, but... why? He stops, closer to it now, feet stalling dead as he *snap*s a twig, not so talkative as some of the others. "Cameras, guards... fuck, Lanie -- you were there too. We were barely breathing."
"You're barely breathing now." From a pocket comes a hand, and on it- a map. Sure, he has it. He flips it open, squints a bit, shakes his head to his own, and pockets it again. Then? He's climbing up the tree. To the corpse. Slow, sure footings. But why?
There's a blink and then Asa cuts his gaze over to Lanie and Owen. "Oh, they have security..." he says as if he had clearly not even thought of this and he groans, sighing as he comments aside to Jett, "We better catch on up..." strolling ahead to try and come up on Owen's other side.
With the gravity of the situation at hand coming to the forefront, Jett quiets down. When Owen starts heading up the tree though, he paces back a way - not wanting to be too close to the landing zone of their tangled friend high above.
Lanie can't seem to help her anxiety, this isn't anything the last road trip, they're not here for a frivolous material possession this time, the stakes are much higher this time. She doesn't respond to Owen, but she does take it upon herself to catch Asa and Jett up, "Somewhere beneath us, there's a laboratory that's serving as a blood farm for pretty much every supernatural and non-supernatural bloodline there is, all to appease this fat fuck of a vampire who drinks and drinks until they look like that." That last word is puntucated with a point of her finger at the exsanguinated corpse in the tree, which-- Did it just move on it's own accord or is the wind finally getting close to dislodging it from the branches?
"If he needs to do that again, I can just jump up there next time," Asa says with a nod. He starts to quiet off when Owen starts climbing higher and higher, frowning as he asks Lanie, "Are...you like saying you've been here before? I'm not quite sure what this whole thing is. I understand we're taking out a mark, but have you both been tangled up with this vampire before?" he asks, only to nod along when Lanie gives her explanation. "Alright, so... down in this fucking place is some blood hog, and he's getting fat, got it."
The stench. It's revolting. Just being this close to it causes Owen to pale, to want to be sick, but there's a goal in mind, here. Capture and release. For a body so dry, it should be dessicated, but the fat churns in ways one shouldn't have to be imagined. Long pork: dry aged. When Owen finally manages to get a fist clenched around the plastic suit, he tears, for everything he's got - and that should be plenty. If the body moves, it's getting pitched. All. The way. Down. Some sixty feet, and Owen would be climbing with it. Provided nothing goes... sincerely awry.
Jett can't help but lift a hand to rub a palm over his throat, scratching softly for a time at some unspoken thought. Alas, he misses the faint hints of movement of the resident overhead as his eyes direct down to his feet. Conjuring the imagery of the lab and feeding grounds of the Fat-Fuck that Lanie describes, "You both escaped from this place before?" He leaves the question of escape somewhat ambiguous, either intending to mean the forest or the lab. Then again, there might not be much of a difference.
"We both were." Lanie admits to Asa with a cold look in her eyes, but it doesn't seem directed at him, "He makes them lay in little pods like little science experiments, until he's ready to eat, which is a constant thing... He's insatiable.. we escaped the first time with a friends help, but we weren't strong enough to take him on..." She looks as if the memory of it is making her sick to her stomach.
Jett wrinkles his nose in disgust as Lanie helps him and Asa visualize the reality below. He doesn't offer much in the way of comforting words, the useless and fickle things. ".. We'll dust him this time," is what he offers instead, though there is some hesitation in his voice. Unsure if he will be made to eat those words when push comes to shove.
Asa looks down at a ding from his pocket and he blinks, looking at his phone with a whistle, "Man my plan is pretty great. I still have a little reception out here..." he seems almost distracted, then he turns his phone off relaying to Jett quietly as an aside, "Me and Carter got a thing goin' on," turning to look back at Owen and walking over when the corpse is brought down to the ground, to Lanie he asks, "Are we going to try and break these people out while we're there or is it going to just be kill the big guy." A beat. "I guess we can do both actually. that's a dumb question..." He looks back to Jett with a nod. "Yeah, we'll dust him, yeah..."
The exsanguinated corpse doesn't move when Owen grabs onto it, it seems truly and utterly dead, as if just another victim of vampirism. As he pitches it down to the ground, there's several snap-crackle-popping noises as if bones were getting broken,
The keycard Owen remembers is still on the corpse, attached to clamp at the left pocket, beneath the plastic jumpsuit.
"Ehh.. I figured we'd cut them loose if we can, if it's just a matter of flipping a switch and opening the pods, we can do that, right? No big deal." Lanie supposes to Asa and Jett, though it's seems like a bigger deal than she's making it out to be. She seems terrified of this place.
The grizzly crunch of an impact has Jett turn his face away briefly from the husk in a jumpsuit now that it has joined them on the ground. ".. Making connections with those we save can prove useful in the future," he reasons without outright calling the victims future assets, even if that is surely what he meant. "We'll cross that bridge once we find them.. I guess," he quietly decides but does a quick double take at Asa when he shares some insight into his lovelife. He opens his mouth, maybe to gossip, but shakes his head quickly and decides better of it in the moment.
Asa nods walking over to the corpse, standing next to it and studying its features. He nods aside to Jett as he gives him a look, but he seems to be all business now. To Lanie he asks, "How is the security here. You said cameras, and the like right? How's the doors, heavy duty? I've got some strength if we need but I can't break down everything," he notes with a small shrug, sniffing the air with rather human senses though he still scrunches up his face.
"Carter... why do I know that name?" Lanie asks nobody in particular, but then turns to Asa and further inquires, "That's the one you said takes care of you?" she seems to be making idle commmentary to avoid confronting her fears about being in this place again, and voluntarily so.
"I... don't think it's going to be that easy," Asa says, pausing at the crunch of the corpse, his body tensing and then relaxing after Asa gives a wince. He looks over to the body, and he leans down to grab the keycard out of the jumpsuit.
Owen wasn't exactly hoping for the thing to bite him - it's a pleasant correlation with presumption that the body is, in fact, a corpse - and even better, that it has the same little red-striped key he so unfondly remembered. "Cutting." He notes to Lanie, chuckling a little bit, where there's no real reason for laughter or good humor. "There's... not necessarily a lever, or a button, that I know of. Unless it's... farther in than I've ever been, and. Maybe. But. I had to cut them, myself. They're almost like... meat. They bleed."
A kick goes to the body just for certainty, and then he's looking into the sky, trying to make out the sun - the time, and then to start walking in the proper direction now that they've all got their ready bearings. The cliff can't be far. It's all too familiar.
Asa nods a little to Lanie then when she asks that question, "Orderite, which if I were in the Hand still, I'd probably not. But since I'm not, and I stay out of the bitching and moaning now these days, I'm loving it, he's sweet," he mentions, plucking up the keycard.
Jett makes an emphasized gagging noise at Asa, rolling his eyes following the disapproving noise. When Owen gives their broken friend a kick he remarks with dry humor "There you go, killing again." And once more they tread on towards horror and a Cliffside.
Asa gives Jett a nice eyeroll in return, but he too makes his way on along after the party starts moving. He reaches over and gives Owen the keycard, nodding in confirmation, taking a supportive role it seems in this bit of wet work, or dust work as it probably should be dubbed. To Lanie he says, "We're gonna be okay," trying to sooth the woman's nerves, though as they walk along he seems to be growing more and more alert.
The corpse doesn't responds to Owen's kick aside from to fold up like a kicked corpse would, slumping lifelessly on the ground.
someone The lagoon below them laps at the cliff face they're approaching, the foamy waves licking at the rocks so far down below. The mist that surrounds the group isn't unlike the mist that fills Haven's forests, making it hard to see further than a few feet in front of oneself. They must be near the entrance of this forbidden place by now, certainly!
The corpse doesn't responds to Owen's kick aside from to fold up like a kicked corpse would, slumping lifelessly on the ground.
The lagoon below them laps at the cliff face they're approaching, the foamy waves licking at the rocks so far down below. The mist that surrounds the group isn't unlike the mist that fills Haven's forests, making it hard to see further than a few feet in front of oneself. They must be near the entrance of this forbidden place by now, certainly!
"Yeah, I know, we'll be fine." Lanie agrees with Asa as she breaths in, then out, trying to self-soothe and find her center. She turns her eyes away from the water below, as if not wanting to look that far down, the height of the drop adding to her anxiety.
"I just can't seem to stop!" Owen mimicks Jett's tone, just a little louder, with an eye creeping back towards Asa to follow an affirmative nod. He pockets the card in a secure spot, grimacing a bit as they finally find the cliff. "It's a long way down," He notes, not seeing any particular stairways or ladders as yet. "I suppose this's why I sent for rope," He's not carrying weapons of heavy warfare, nor even worthy stakes - but he does - have - rope. A coil over his shoulder. He takes to setting up a tree with familiar hitching, lined up with the little outcropping far below, and then he tosses the rest of the coil over the edge to billow out. "Who first?"
Jett peers down the drop, though when Owen pulls through with rope he looks to Asa, "You're up first." If to remove the bite of volunteering someone else first he offers, "I'll go second." Just for good measure he begins patting himself down, making sure he has everything in check and even zipping up his jacket in hopes to protect his throat just a hint more.
"I'll Anchor it for all of you," Asa says, then his personality begins to shift almost lighthearted, just a bit whimsicle in fact as his personality changes. "See you down there," He chimes and then he's running and just jumping off the side of the cliff even doing a flip as wind rushes in and flutters his clothing as he's born aloft on the gale.
Jett presses his lips in a firm line, envy all too honest upon his face when Asa so excellently yeets himself off a cliff with no hesitation. Something is muttered beneath his breath and without further hesitation grabs a hold of the rope and prepares for the climb down towards an outcropping.
"We just woke up there the first time, I don't remember the trip down there..." Lanie admits to Jett and Asa, and the latter is stared at like he's lost his mind as he jumps off the cliff. She goes to protest this action all too late, holding a hand out and opening her mouth as if to yell at him. But then she seems to realize that he did it on purpose. She doesn't follow suit, grabbing onto that rope once Jett is clear of the top of it.
Asa sticks the landing as if he should be the head of the cheerleading squad at school, landing perfectly on the rock footing with rope in hand, an ancher point for the others to climb down the rope. Jett has no problems climbing down the rope as well, and Lanie's nervousness gets stuffed down in her gut for long enough for her to climb down.
(ooc) Is everyone good with having a 10 minute intermission?
(OOC) Jett has no problem with that.
thought to wear gloves, and for that much, he's given some extra leverage on the way down. Everyone else gets a ways headstart, and then, finally, Owen bears weight down on the rope to rapidly 'walk' his way down the cliff backwards in the sense of an unsecured rappel. It's rather generous, and a little too confident, but he doesn't see himself letting go anytime too soon. At the bottom, they're left with little room, and an uncomfortable look down into the bright blue of the evening lagoon. Then: the nook. It's all he can do to squeeze in, and... try to... find the next step. Down even further, that is.
Owen thought to wear gloves, and for that much, he's given some extra leverage on the way down. Everyone else gets a ways headstart, and then, finally, Owen bears weight down on the rope to rapidly 'walk' his way down the cliff backwards in the sense of an unsecured rappel. It's rather generous, and a little too confident, but he doesn't see himself letting go anytime too soon. At the bottom, they're left with little room, and an uncomfortable look down into the bright blue of the evening lagoon. Then: the nook. It's all he can do to squeeze in, and... try to... find the next step. Down even further, that is.
the speed at which Asa pops up after rolling out of that dive is something to be hold though he knuckles his back and picks a few twigs, and bits of gravel from his clothes before he holds the rope easily enough as Jett and then Lanie make their way down. "So, how's school been?" he asks Jett as he makes his way to the bottom, calling up to Owen, "You got a way to detach the rope up there? or we going to just leave it hang?" clearly not understanding the particulars of using climbing gear all that much. Even as he asks, he's tryhing to study the area, without much in the way of any skill. Apparently he's not fully come into his own.
Jett is less graceful in his departure downward. The tight squeeze has him staying pressed against the cliff side. He watches how Owen tries to navigate into the nook, preparing to follow up in the flank. ".. School?" he asks Asa with some confusion for what should be a rather easy to answer question. ".. Oh, fine. I guess," he says with some distraction as he avoid looking towards the awaiting lagoon below, beckoning him to fall.
Asa nods to Jett's answer, moving to squish himself into a corner in the nook, which isn't hard to do with his reedy frame, his arms and legs tucked in close to his side as he presses against the rock, looking down to the water. He's pretty much a twig standing like that, taking up hardly any space, drugs actually helping him out for once. He gives Owen a thumbsup, asking, "See the next space to jump to? Because I really don't wanna swim in this fucking cold." " "
That nook everyone's crammed themselves into is only path away from the entrance to a cave, but that path seems to be a narrow one that flirts down the edge of the cliff face, treacherous as ever. It might make one wonder why anyone would think to make an entrance to an underground lair here, of all places. It seems effective in keeping people out, for sure!
Lanie looks incredibly annoyed by this development, eyes following the trail to the cave mouth, those eyes dropping down to the waters below and then she takes a backwards step. Nuh uh, she doesn't seem interested at all in falling to her death. "How the fuck did the fat fuck get in there?" she can't help but ask.
"Well, he's dead, I'm sad to inform you," Asa says with a bit of a blink, glancing around as he says to Lanie, "He probably just jumped off hit the ground with a thud, laid there for a good I don't know five minutes and then adjusted his bones before off he went. Yunno...." He shrugs, glancing to Jett and Owen as if they'd back up his claim.
"He probably turned into a bat and flew," Jett assumes, sticking to the generic imagination of what a vampire is supposed to be - at least in his mind. He is careful, each step and scoot a deliberate movement with mind on his balance. The way Asa describes the quick descent and landing has Jett wince a hair, an eerily familiar scene as to their tree branched tangled friend passed by in the not so distant past. "For fucks sake, Stonehouser," he deadpans over.
Owen shuffles another few feet in as things get cramped, and then he's found... a hole, about as wide as one of a sewer. The ladder isn't of wooden bars, but bones, bound in braided rope. It's rickety, and it's a long way down, but it's the *only* way down. Foot after foot pass by what seem like hand-hewn stone, and by the end, it'll be colder than ever. It's dark, but he manages somehow, chuckling at the commentary that barely snaps him out've whatever morbid train of thought he's on.
Lanie mutters the word, "Fuck." under her breath as if agreeing with Asa's and Jett's assumptions and berating herself for not thinking of them first before asking her question.
"What, Jett. you didn't like the idea of someone's skull going crrrrrunch? before it eventually just kind of puts itself back together again?" Asa asks, though he even shudders a little. He sees the hole and Owen disappearing down on in, saying to Jett with a grand gesture, "You first, my gloomy friend. Don't let me get in the way of your grand entrance." Even as he says this he slips on a headlamp and clicks it on.
Jett peers at Asa with loathing, but is quick to descend into the cramped and dark hole that Owen leads the way into. "Just shine that light forward so I can see," he orders of Asa, as if he had any authority to do so.
Owen seems to have found the way down into the lair, and at the bottom of the bone and rope fashioned ladder, there's a door with an electronic keycard reader right next to it. Didn't they pick up a keycard at the beginning of their adventure? Lanie is quick to follow him down that ladder, even cursing and muttering about touching the acrid bones. "Fucks sake, why does he have to be so fucking disgusting." she complains on her way down.
Jett rubs his hands off on his sweater once he finishes climbing all the way down. "At least it wasn't slippery," he remarks to Lanie, trying to find that silver lining in this otherwise repulsive pit.
"It's old, Lanie, like... really old," Not nearly as new as the steel blast door he's looking at, and it hardly takes a second for him to produce the card and slap it to the receiver in the hopes of a greater reaction. "I think this place might... even be older than *he* is. I mean, d'we think he rolled around until the fuckin' earth parted way...?" Owen has to cramp up to the door to keep out of the way, trying to make sure there's room for all of them.
Asa slips down the ladder behind, snarking in his irritation with the filthiness of this place, "The better to gross you out with, my dear," rolling his eyes at Jett and near blinding him with the beam as he sweeps it around with a turn of his head this way and that. "I'm glad to know I'm not the only one here who can't see in the dark," he mentions moving over to stand next to Jett and turn to train his beam of light on Owen and what he's doing.
Jett winces when he gets solar flared by Asa's headlamp. He rubs at his eyes with his unclean, bone-touchy hands - ew. "Fuckin.." he begins to bitch, blinking his vision back before he hushes again to see how the nice big door might handle Owen slapping it up with the card.
"shut up, I'm helping, remember, yeesh," Asa grouses, growing more and more unsettled, shifting his feet in the dirt as he mutters, "I'm really starting to hate t his place, for real... We've not ran into anything at least." Asa states, turning to Lanie and asking, "Is it just him in here? or does he have lackies or something?"
The door opens with a hiss and it rolls to one side out of the way. It reveals a very long hallway that seems to stretch as far as the eye can see, with nothing of visual interest to distract the eyes away from the bland space. Doorways are intermittently scattered every fifty feet or so, marking hallways and rooms. The first room is very close to the entrance.
The room in question is visible to Owen, Jett and Asa's vantage point, but Lanie's in the background and too short to see over all the shoulders before her. Not that she's complaining any.
The room looks high-tech, the first thing very noticeable would be the rows and rows of see-through glass pods, some empty, some holding a humanoid life inside it like an artificial womb. Monitors and displays are hooked up to a number of them, particularly those with someone inside them. There's a display of monitors on the far wall, and a man in a clean white lab coat stands before them, seeming to observe the data that floods the screens.
Asa freezes, going still as the grave as he spots the man inside, his breath catching as he waits to see if the man moves. It's not quite a panic he's in but there's definitely a hesitation and a skyrocketing of his alertness as he takes a reflexive step back cutting his light quickly as if it'd even help to keep them from being noticed with the door shifting out of the way.
Owen has to quickly shimmy as to avoid being squeezed unfriendily by the hydraulics of the great door, and immediately on sight of the familiar tiles, his eyes are shaking and his pupils are thinning. Rage combines with terror, and thats before he's noticed any ill-intented figures. Man, coat - there aren't any questions. Owen just pulls out a hand-cannon and fires, loudly enough to frighten, even harm. He's aiming for middle mass, but he's aiming as much as to frighten as to kill. He halfway means to miss - just to see what Bill Nye is gonna do about it.
As soon as Owen is drawing that gun Asa acts fast dragging out his bow, drawing an arrow from the bag, pulling back hard with impressive strength. Then the gun goes off and he fires right on along his body going stock still, his hands and limbs not even twitching once. He aims right at the man as well and shortly after the bullet is a loud thrumb after a distinct twang of his bowstring.
Jett has the opposite reaction at the sight of the man in a labcoat, nudging forward to get on the other side of those doors. He reaches for his own weapon as Owen starts blasting, his own aim haphazard and untrained but still aiming for the legs of the man.
Well damn, everyone's breaking out the weaponry, which causes Lanie to pull out her hunting knife out of her pocket. She clutches onto it like she's ready to stab the next thing that comes at her. The sounds of the gun doesn't even seem to phase her, as if she's used to it.
Owen's blast of lead hits the lab-coat wearing nerd right in the back, penetrating through the clothing and staining it red, leaving a moderate sized hole in the fellows body that he didn't even pay for, Owen - No piercings for free! Asa's arrow arcs upwards with a fine trajectory, the arrow head piercing into fleshof a thigh. Jett's pistol fires off a round that looks like it might sink into the drywall, but it bounces off the corner of a metal shelf and flies towards the labcoat wearing nerd, burying itself in his temple. Sick kill shot, Jett The scientist never even had a chance of survival.
Even as his first arrow is sent flying, Asa is already scrambling for his next arrow, pausing to look at Jett as he slips out a pistol himself and starts to attempt to make the man dance, he's not breathing hard, but his cheeks are flushed with a sudden rush of adrenaline, then he's backing himself up to stand next to Lanie, ready to give supporting fire for the woman if necessary, he's certainly impressed by the heat Owen's packing, giving him a stare with a blink. When his arrow only sticks the man in the thigh, he takes another stand, pulls on the bow to shoot again right for that bullet to do a perfect turn about and.... bing the man's pegged. "....huh."
Hindsight. Jett only realizes the error of his way far after the man becomes a corpse. Overkill? Definitely. He passes a look to the three others briefly and then averts his attention immediately elsewhere. Maybe those rows of pods? If he doesn't apologize, it wasn't a mistake.
"Jett... are you by chance a pinball wizard? I'm just sort of wondering, because I don't think you could've planned that better.... like at all," Asa says to Jett with a nervous laugh. "Shit..."
"Something like that, yeah," Jett claims beneath his breath to Asa, pushing forward to take some hesitant steps to the corpse, ".. You think his scientist people are leeches too?"
Yeesh. The first shot from Owen may as well have been musketfire with the way it would've guaranteed paralysis, but then there's Jett and his ping-pong pursuit, which leaves nothing short of a big grin on the shabby fellow's face. "Interesting maneuver -- they teach you that in Chastity class?" There's a stare given to the pincushioned nerd, and a couple steps further into the lab like he owns the place. He may as well, now. Asa's comment gets a snerk of a laugh, and bravely, there's an attempt to frisk the corpse for further keys or baubles, as if to suss out what he was doing as much as anything. Then... it's to the labyrinth.
"I don't wanna be like the big nice guy on campus here, and no I haven't been sneaking in on Jett's morality seminars, but shouldn't we break these bitches out of here before we go in? If this place blows we're not gonna have any time to do anything on the way out..." Asa states, smirking at Jett. "Besides Catholic boy will feel better after we're done."
".. Yeah, right after they taught us how to put the condom on a banana," Jett claims to the others, firing that one from the hip. He clears his throat awkwardly and seems more than happy to let Owen brave the depths of the man's pockets. "No telling if we'll be able to catch Fat Fuck if he is already making his escape," he notes to Asa, not exactly protesting the idea of freeing the blood dolls but not entirely concerned about their safety as his first priority either.
Did someone say alarms? Is that the sound that's blaring through the room and the hallways beyond it like a siren? Wee-Ooo it calls through the facility, surely alerting any security personnel of the breach.
No one comes bursting into the room, not a soul tries to find Asa, Owen, Jett and Lanie, as if the security has already said 'fuck that, we're not stupid.' The only thing to do is search those long and winding corridors for their quarry or a way to release the prisoners. Or ideally, both.
"Oh, fuck me," Asa says, looking at Owen as he turns to the first pod. He doesn't even ask at this point running forward and swinging his foot around with force driving it into the first pod, attempting to break through it and crack it open. If he can manage it he just works right down the line busting each one as he can.
"They.. don't really make you put a condom on a banana," Lanie claims to Jett more in disbelief, her eyes blinking a few times as she looks upwards to the ceiling, as if she'd spot the alarms from here.
Without loot, or noteworthy discovery, Owen gives up on the gore-splattered dead man, and in the haste of the ringing alarms, begins to rustle down the first of the halls he can find. There's a circling to them, a maze-like nature, but there's little more for him to do than to march headlong into the potential doom of one *very* round ancient.
"I skipped that class," Jett answers Lanie honestly but rushes along after Owen into the labyrinth of the hallways. "We'll circle back!" he claims to Asa in hopes not to separate the group in these confusing halls towards their intended target. He keeps an eye out for cameras, signs of direction, or traps that may be awaiting them - even if their pace is hasty.
Asa runs down the hall after the others, clearly giving up on breaking out anymore, if he even did, running as fast as he can to catch up. "God... I really hate this shit," he bitches, falling in behind Jett when he catches up.
Asa's foot connects with that first pod, and kind of cracks right through it, the pod seeming to be a delicate piece of machinery. The glass on the top of it breaks in half and the bottom half topples over to spill the contents inside it out onto the floor in a puddle of mostly liquid human. It doesn't seem right, that's for sure
The scientist doesn't have anything particular on him for Owen to find aside from some research notes that he holds near and dear to him even as he'd been shot, nothing overly important.
Lanie takes off after the trio of men as fast her short legs will carry her, all that working out she does has paid off as she keeps pace, knife in hand.
"I gotta say, this place as a whole is really fucking gross," Asa says to Owen. "I can't believe you guys got trapped in here. This place is disgusting as fuck, like for real. Who the hell does this shit... We better fucking dust this guy, because I don't wanna do this again in another six months, if it even takes that long for this guy to set up shop again..."
Eventually Owen would run into a door at the end of all those corriders blocking any further entry, one that there's not keycard slot for.
Asa will definitely want to throw those nike sneakers in the washer, or potentially the trash, with all the nasty ooze and blood that clings to them, making them look absolutely disgusting.
A door. Just a door? All there is for Owen, in his adrenaline addled state, is to keep charging, like he's to go through it. It could be a wooden door, a glass door: or even a steel door, but what's the harm, right? Nothing like a bruised shoulder to hit the climax of the night off right with. After all... they MUST be going the right way.
"I would've totally packed some wooden arrows if I know we were gonna be doing this kind of thing sooner, but oh well," Asa pants, finally starting to feel his body start to take strain now from the exercian. He's not flagging though, just actually working. He slows then and he keeps moving lagging behind just enough to nock an arrow, readying his bow and preparing to fall into a shooters stance keeping bow up even as he watches to see if Owen breaks through that door or not.
Jett just about skids to a halt when Owen goes barreling towards the door. "This way!" he suggests, as if turning around and bumbling through the labyrinth back the other way was an alternative. "You didn't know?" he questions Asa but ironically seems to have no stakes in hand.
That's all it is, Owen, just a simple door, right? No way it could be made of reinforced steel, ready to take the charge of from the amped up, adrenaline infused man. Maybe it's not even closed all the way, which seems to be the case as he reaches the door and it creaks open, causing him to charge right through the opening; heading towards the wall on the other side. Momentum can be your friend or enemy, but as Owen's nears that wall, he'll probably figure which one it is for him soon enough.
KTANG. Was that the door opening? Owen hitting it? Or... no. He's right past it, at the end of the road, like fucking frogger. Plastered to that wall, and apparently in the process of nearly peeling himself off of it. He's concussed, confused, and... looking around, all unaware like. He's here, right? Somewhere? This is a mess.
"I was texted at like... three PM today? and then I took a nap, so... like, yeah I didn't know. You got a stake?" Asa wonders of Jett, looking after Owen as the door swings open he skids to a halt slowing and glancing around in the space. When Owen hits the wall though he has to swallow a laugh, and it's a really really big laugh to swallow.
Jett flinches when Owen really busts into the scene of the room. He peers over to Asa and then Lanie but motions the former in, ".. Take point, I'll hold the flank with Lanie," he suggests with some urgency, "We'll figure out what to stab him with once we.. find him!"
Lanie plods towards that door Owen charged through as if she expected the sounds of the trainwreck happening behind it. She does not have as much control over her laughter as Asa does, her voice echoing through the room, not even bothered tht Owen will hear her. Her eyes flick to one side as she seems to spot some kind of movement in the far corner.
"I thought I heard a bell ring, but it ended up just being Owen," Asa says, only to break off after as he follows Lanie's line of sight. his shoulders tensing, bow coming up in a smooth draw.
Despite the humor of Owen flinging himself into the wall with gusto, Jett seems racked with paranoia. He keeps his gun ready, peering around inside the room in search of any threats while alarms are blaring in the background.
Lanie is an asshole, laughing at her boyfriends misfortune like that, but her laughter dies down as she wipes tears of glee out of the corner of her eye. She does have the awareness to ask Owen, "Uhhh.. you okay, babe?"
The group was expecting a very fat man, but in the corner of the room there's a tall, svelte red-headeded woman with her arm wrapped around a young dark haired man, as if trying to hold him there, a captive? She opens her mouth and the fangs come out, and then she ravenously sinks then into the young man's neck, her head shaking back and forth as if she's an animal trying down a bit of prey - the man never had a chance, his throat gets ripped out, right in front of Asa, Jett, Lanie and the dazed Owen.
"I... I, Jesus, fucking christ, yeah," Owen wipes a little blood from his nose, shaking his head violently and trying to figure out... exactly what's going on here. "I... I uh, hey, sooo..." Blink. Blink. "She's probably not friendly, guys, who's betting?!" The gun's already in his hand, apparently that much of his shit was kept wrapped up tight and together, and he's aiming - but he hasn't fired yet. Why not...?
"Oh fuck no," Asa says, with a mixture of horror and anger, his arms tense and his bow is yanked back until the stave creeks, then he narrows his eyes, as if analyzing again. His meme changes and when he releases its as if he's turned into a bit of a cold malicious sort as he launches that arrow aiming to take the woman through the chest, already drawing again to make the vampire into a pincushion. "Can we like bet and talk about the bitch later and kill her now so we don't have to like wait until we know if the building's gonna explode or whatever?"
Why not indeed! Jett on the other hand seems to have no qualms on firing off a shot, or two, or as many as he can squeeze off once he spots the hungry hungry hemomaniac, "Fuck that, shoot her." Maybe he didn't learn his lesson the first time, but after seeing one specimen ooze out as a puddle of blood and then seeing another victim get torn at by the throat - he can only hope his instincts help him here.
"Yeah, I mean that's pretty pertinent," BANG! Owen agrees enough to finally, actually, fire. Joy. That's going right for her skull, and *not* because he's a wicked aim, the bullet just cocked a ninety for her temple. Talk about closed quarters. A .50 to the head is usually a pretty solid wakeup call, among all the other things.
There's no explosion, but the ground does begin to rumble under Asa and Jett's feet, and even Lanie looks a little concerned by this new development, but that doesn't stop her from whipping her knife at the red-headedd vampire in the corner.
This bitch has to dodge an arrow, two bullets and a knife all in a row, but she's busy draining her captive and doesn't get the chance to do any of the dodging. When her body falls over onto the shaking floor, it poofs into a pile of ash that someone else will have to clean up later.
Upon arrival, Owen, haunted by deja vu, fearfully recognizes the corrupted natural landscape from a past nightmare experience. The group descends a hazardous cliff via rope, with Asa boldly leaping and calling upon the wind to ensure his safe landing. Below, they find themselves squeezed into a nook that unveils the entrance to the dreaded facility.
Their entry into the lair is heralded by the violent death of a lab-coated individual, victim to Owen's gun, Asa's archery, and a surprisingly serendipitous shot by Jett, which ricochets and finds its mark in the man's temple. Yet, their act of aggression triggers the facility's alarm system. Amidst the wailing sirens, Asa attempts to free one of the pod-restrained victims only to be met with a gruesome scene—a liquefied human—a haunting result of the vampire's grotesque practices.
As the group navigates through the maze-like corridors of the facility, they stumble upon yet another harrowing sight: a red-headed vampire in the midst of feasting on a young man. In cold command of the situation, the team synergistically unleashes a barrage of lethal projectiles: arrows, bullets, and even Lanie's thrown knife. To their horror, but not surprise, the vampire is too preoccupied with her prey to evade the attacks, resulting in her instantaneous disintegration into ash upon death.
While the group stands alert, the ground trembles beneath them—an ominous sign of the unknown dangers that still lurk within, and possibly beyond, the steely bowels of this vampiric sanctum. They know their mission is far from over, and more bloodshed awaits as they continue to confront the cruel heart of darkness that lies hidden in the depths of the dark forest.
(Insatiable(SRLanie):SRLanie)
[Sat Dec 2 2023]
In a suspicious cliffside in upstate New York
In the shadowed embrace of New York state, not so far from the headline-leading Finger Lakes, an old forest clings to the mountainside like a dark secret, its ancient evergreens towering into a sky shrouded in perpetual twilight. The air, thick with the scent of pine and decay, carries a silence so profound it suffocates. The trees themselves seem to twist in agony, their gnarled branches reaching out like skeletal fingers grasping for escape from the earth that entraps them. Beneath the dense canopy, the underbrush is choked with thorns and brambles, as if the forest itself is trying to keep something hidden. It's in this old growth sprawl, high upon the mountain, that the scene unfolds a landscape painted with despair and desolation. The ground beneath is littered with the remnants of creatures less fortunate, their bones scattered and bleached, a testament to the forest's unforgiving nature. Amidst this sinister tranquility, the most horrifying sight hangs in the treetops: an exsanguinated body, its lifeless form entangled in the branches as if the forest itself claimed it. The pale, empty eyes stare into the void, a silent witness to the unspeakable horrors that lurk within these woods, where every shadow hides a nightmare, and the trees whisper tales of the damned.
Peering over a sheer westward cliff face, the view below juxtaposes eerily with the oppressive gloom above. A tranquil lagoon lies at the foot of the mountain, its waters mirroring the sky, deceptively peaceful. Sandy beaches encircle it, hugging the edge of a lake that whispers secrets with each lapping wave. It's a rock footing some fifty foot up from the water's edge, however, that draws the eye, an unnatural assembly of stones that hints at intervention, human or otherwise. Shaped almost like an archaic altar, it guards the entrance to a cave, a mouth agape like a silent scream.
It is about 50F(10C) degrees.
Owen isn't yet familiar with the paths in the least, but he's been drug through one before, at least once, by now. It's still an apparently nauseating and vertigo-inducing experience, but he keeps his wits about, taking something from his pocket and tucking it to his lip as soon as he finds footing, with his next step being to track down Lanie, and Jett or Asa next. Once everybody's in sight, it's the forest that he's apprehensively observing in lieu, and he doesn't like what he sees. This is the wrong kind of deja vu. "Fuck."
OOC: Welcome to the plot! Emotes will be freeform unless there's combat or turns are requested by anyone here. help storydeath applies, but the main purpose is to have fun! Please feel free to emote your arrivals as you will and for anyone that needed a ride, Lanie would have provided one via pathing.
Pathing would've been the quickest way to arrive, Jett probably lets someone more capable attend to that business though - simply gracing himself in the guidance of the trail they blaze. That is until he is spit back out into the cold temperature of the woods. He bundles himself up in the many layers that he arrives in, spying around for familiar faces in the otherwise unfamiliar environ.
Stepping off the path alongside Lanie, Asa glances about, spotting Owen nearby, and then Jett which he gives a low whistle at his clothes, "Slouch fashionista. I see. Looking good man." For his part, he's just wearing normal clothes, though he's got a fresh and modern gear bag slung over his shoulders, rustling only mildly as he walks. He gives an upnod to Owen, before he too looks off at the surrounding areas. "Okay, so... as far as the creepiness factor... am I going to be getting possessed by a Loa t his time?"
"You think so?" Jett asks Asa, his usual passive disposition lightened as he gives himself and his new outfit a once over. Despite the compliment being given he still peers at Lanie and Owen to see if they have any criticism on the otherwise unimportant matter of his clothing.
"Anything's possible," Owen promises Asa, lipping a cigarette and lighting it quick, with an eye going up a tree to a particularly gruesome sight - one of several, if he had to guess. "I can't say I hear any birds. We're looking for water."
"Well, that's good t--What the fuck?" Asa trails off, following Owen's gaze, and tilting his head back. He points out the horrific scene to Jett just in case he's missed it. "That, is not a good sign..." he murmurs, though it's a little fascinated as well as disturbed. "You said we're looking for Water?" he wonders of Owen before he asks of Jett, "Did you bring any gear?"
Lanie would have given Owen, Jett and Asa a lift down the dark path that leads to this particular place, one that she looks like she'd rather be anywhere else but here. She glances about the area with disdain in her expression, nose wrinkling, eyes narrowed almost hatefully. "This place sucks." she announces her displeasure. Jett's question is met with a, "You look warm and cozy, that's what matters when you're in the fucking tundra like this."
Jett follows Owen's line of sight, spotting the vacant eyes that stare out from the tangle of branches - just as Asa points that way, he hums in acknowledgment once. "I have my gun and my knife," he shared with Asa of his simple weaponry, but he pats his own chest to give the hollow thud of protection beneath.. all those layers. "Yeah, I guess you have a point.. should've brought gloves," he remarks in hindsight.
"Sucks..." Owen giggles like a buffoon towards a pun that may not have been intended, and despite their friend -- or the friends that they may not see -- doing overwatch, he starts to trudge along blindly through the trees, like he's been here before. Perhaps he has, but he wasn't feeling so well at the time... and his memory is lackluster at best. He's headed in a direction, though, slow steps seeking out subtleties in the undergrowth.
"If you were a god blood, like me," Asa opines with a wink to Jett, "You'd just kind of grow really healthy, and probably wouldn't need the gloves much..." He's busy shaking out his hands as if they were a little cold, disproving this, though he certainly does look much, much healthier than his arrival to haven. To Lanie, "Do you mind giving me a rundown of everything again while we're busy being absolutely disgusted by the meat sack up there?" he gives another disgusted look at the corpse above, only to follow along with Owen as he picks a direction. "I've only done one other thing like this. I'm hoping this time I'll actually be of use," he explains to the dour Jett.
A direction is better than no direction, and while Jett on any other day would be wise to have some reluctant, he follows after Owen's slow steps without question. There's a small huff at Asa when he mentions his bloodline with some pride and the delinquent scoffs. "I remember you being a great meatshield, so I'm sure everything will work out," he drones to Asa in a manner that was meant to be encouraging, even if it is cast out lukewarm.
That exsanguinated body just sways back and forth, back and forth, with every gust of wind that blows, pushing the branches of the tree it's tangled in around. It hasn't dislodged itself yet, by some small miracle.
Lanie takes a few deep breaths as if she's trying to get her nerves to settle, joining Owen at his side, "Do you remember where the security cameras are... the guards, did you bring the map?" It's pretty obvious she's panicking as if this place means something very bad to her.
Even as Owen walks, there's something... wrong. His memory's bothering him. He's still watching that body, but... why? He stops, closer to it now, feet stalling dead as he *snap*s a twig, not so talkative as some of the others. "Cameras, guards... fuck, Lanie -- you were there too. We were barely breathing."
"You're barely breathing now." From a pocket comes a hand, and on it- a map. Sure, he has it. He flips it open, squints a bit, shakes his head to his own, and pockets it again. Then? He's climbing up the tree. To the corpse. Slow, sure footings. But why?
There's a blink and then Asa cuts his gaze over to Lanie and Owen. "Oh, they have security..." he says as if he had clearly not even thought of this and he groans, sighing as he comments aside to Jett, "We better catch on up..." strolling ahead to try and come up on Owen's other side.
With the gravity of the situation at hand coming to the forefront, Jett quiets down. When Owen starts heading up the tree though, he paces back a way - not wanting to be too close to the landing zone of their tangled friend high above.
Lanie can't seem to help her anxiety, this isn't anything the last road trip, they're not here for a frivolous material possession this time, the stakes are much higher this time. She doesn't respond to Owen, but she does take it upon herself to catch Asa and Jett up, "Somewhere beneath us, there's a laboratory that's serving as a blood farm for pretty much every supernatural and non-supernatural bloodline there is, all to appease this fat fuck of a vampire who drinks and drinks until they look like that." That last word is puntucated with a point of her finger at the exsanguinated corpse in the tree, which-- Did it just move on it's own accord or is the wind finally getting close to dislodging it from the branches?
"If he needs to do that again, I can just jump up there next time," Asa says with a nod. He starts to quiet off when Owen starts climbing higher and higher, frowning as he asks Lanie, "Are...you like saying you've been here before? I'm not quite sure what this whole thing is. I understand we're taking out a mark, but have you both been tangled up with this vampire before?" he asks, only to nod along when Lanie gives her explanation. "Alright, so... down in this fucking place is some blood hog, and he's getting fat, got it."
The stench. It's revolting. Just being this close to it causes Owen to pale, to want to be sick, but there's a goal in mind, here. Capture and release. For a body so dry, it should be dessicated, but the fat churns in ways one shouldn't have to be imagined. Long pork: dry aged. When Owen finally manages to get a fist clenched around the plastic suit, he tears, for everything he's got - and that should be plenty. If the body moves, it's getting pitched. All. The way. Down. Some sixty feet, and Owen would be climbing with it. Provided nothing goes... sincerely awry.
Jett can't help but lift a hand to rub a palm over his throat, scratching softly for a time at some unspoken thought. Alas, he misses the faint hints of movement of the resident overhead as his eyes direct down to his feet. Conjuring the imagery of the lab and feeding grounds of the Fat-Fuck that Lanie describes, "You both escaped from this place before?" He leaves the question of escape somewhat ambiguous, either intending to mean the forest or the lab. Then again, there might not be much of a difference.
"We both were." Lanie admits to Asa with a cold look in her eyes, but it doesn't seem directed at him, "He makes them lay in little pods like little science experiments, until he's ready to eat, which is a constant thing... He's insatiable.. we escaped the first time with a friends help, but we weren't strong enough to take him on..." She looks as if the memory of it is making her sick to her stomach.
Jett wrinkles his nose in disgust as Lanie helps him and Asa visualize the reality below. He doesn't offer much in the way of comforting words, the useless and fickle things. ".. We'll dust him this time," is what he offers instead, though there is some hesitation in his voice. Unsure if he will be made to eat those words when push comes to shove.
Asa looks down at a ding from his pocket and he blinks, looking at his phone with a whistle, "Man my plan is pretty great. I still have a little reception out here..." he seems almost distracted, then he turns his phone off relaying to Jett quietly as an aside, "Me and Carter got a thing goin' on," turning to look back at Owen and walking over when the corpse is brought down to the ground, to Lanie he asks, "Are we going to try and break these people out while we're there or is it going to just be kill the big guy." A beat. "I guess we can do both actually. that's a dumb question..." He looks back to Jett with a nod. "Yeah, we'll dust him, yeah..."
The exsanguinated corpse doesn't move when Owen grabs onto it, it seems truly and utterly dead, as if just another victim of vampirism. As he pitches it down to the ground, there's several snap-crackle-popping noises as if bones were getting broken,
The keycard Owen remembers is still on the corpse, attached to clamp at the left pocket, beneath the plastic jumpsuit.
"Ehh.. I figured we'd cut them loose if we can, if it's just a matter of flipping a switch and opening the pods, we can do that, right? No big deal." Lanie supposes to Asa and Jett, though it's seems like a bigger deal than she's making it out to be. She seems terrified of this place.
The grizzly crunch of an impact has Jett turn his face away briefly from the husk in a jumpsuit now that it has joined them on the ground. ".. Making connections with those we save can prove useful in the future," he reasons without outright calling the victims future assets, even if that is surely what he meant. "We'll cross that bridge once we find them.. I guess," he quietly decides but does a quick double take at Asa when he shares some insight into his lovelife. He opens his mouth, maybe to gossip, but shakes his head quickly and decides better of it in the moment.
Asa nods walking over to the corpse, standing next to it and studying its features. He nods aside to Jett as he gives him a look, but he seems to be all business now. To Lanie he asks, "How is the security here. You said cameras, and the like right? How's the doors, heavy duty? I've got some strength if we need but I can't break down everything," he notes with a small shrug, sniffing the air with rather human senses though he still scrunches up his face.
"Carter... why do I know that name?" Lanie asks nobody in particular, but then turns to Asa and further inquires, "That's the one you said takes care of you?" she seems to be making idle commmentary to avoid confronting her fears about being in this place again, and voluntarily so.
"I... don't think it's going to be that easy," Asa says, pausing at the crunch of the corpse, his body tensing and then relaxing after Asa gives a wince. He looks over to the body, and he leans down to grab the keycard out of the jumpsuit.
Owen wasn't exactly hoping for the thing to bite him - it's a pleasant correlation with presumption that the body is, in fact, a corpse - and even better, that it has the same little red-striped key he so unfondly remembered. "Cutting." He notes to Lanie, chuckling a little bit, where there's no real reason for laughter or good humor. "There's... not necessarily a lever, or a button, that I know of. Unless it's... farther in than I've ever been, and. Maybe. But. I had to cut them, myself. They're almost like... meat. They bleed."
A kick goes to the body just for certainty, and then he's looking into the sky, trying to make out the sun - the time, and then to start walking in the proper direction now that they've all got their ready bearings. The cliff can't be far. It's all too familiar.
Asa nods a little to Lanie then when she asks that question, "Orderite, which if I were in the Hand still, I'd probably not. But since I'm not, and I stay out of the bitching and moaning now these days, I'm loving it, he's sweet," he mentions, plucking up the keycard.
Jett makes an emphasized gagging noise at Asa, rolling his eyes following the disapproving noise. When Owen gives their broken friend a kick he remarks with dry humor "There you go, killing again." And once more they tread on towards horror and a Cliffside.
Asa gives Jett a nice eyeroll in return, but he too makes his way on along after the party starts moving. He reaches over and gives Owen the keycard, nodding in confirmation, taking a supportive role it seems in this bit of wet work, or dust work as it probably should be dubbed. To Lanie he says, "We're gonna be okay," trying to sooth the woman's nerves, though as they walk along he seems to be growing more and more alert.
The corpse doesn't responds to Owen's kick aside from to fold up like a kicked corpse would, slumping lifelessly on the ground.
someone The lagoon below them laps at the cliff face they're approaching, the foamy waves licking at the rocks so far down below. The mist that surrounds the group isn't unlike the mist that fills Haven's forests, making it hard to see further than a few feet in front of oneself. They must be near the entrance of this forbidden place by now, certainly!
The corpse doesn't responds to Owen's kick aside from to fold up like a kicked corpse would, slumping lifelessly on the ground.
The lagoon below them laps at the cliff face they're approaching, the foamy waves licking at the rocks so far down below. The mist that surrounds the group isn't unlike the mist that fills Haven's forests, making it hard to see further than a few feet in front of oneself. They must be near the entrance of this forbidden place by now, certainly!
"Yeah, I know, we'll be fine." Lanie agrees with Asa as she breaths in, then out, trying to self-soothe and find her center. She turns her eyes away from the water below, as if not wanting to look that far down, the height of the drop adding to her anxiety.
"I just can't seem to stop!" Owen mimicks Jett's tone, just a little louder, with an eye creeping back towards Asa to follow an affirmative nod. He pockets the card in a secure spot, grimacing a bit as they finally find the cliff. "It's a long way down," He notes, not seeing any particular stairways or ladders as yet. "I suppose this's why I sent for rope," He's not carrying weapons of heavy warfare, nor even worthy stakes - but he does - have - rope. A coil over his shoulder. He takes to setting up a tree with familiar hitching, lined up with the little outcropping far below, and then he tosses the rest of the coil over the edge to billow out. "Who first?"
Jett peers down the drop, though when Owen pulls through with rope he looks to Asa, "You're up first." If to remove the bite of volunteering someone else first he offers, "I'll go second." Just for good measure he begins patting himself down, making sure he has everything in check and even zipping up his jacket in hopes to protect his throat just a hint more.
"I'll Anchor it for all of you," Asa says, then his personality begins to shift almost lighthearted, just a bit whimsicle in fact as his personality changes. "See you down there," He chimes and then he's running and just jumping off the side of the cliff even doing a flip as wind rushes in and flutters his clothing as he's born aloft on the gale.
Jett presses his lips in a firm line, envy all too honest upon his face when Asa so excellently yeets himself off a cliff with no hesitation. Something is muttered beneath his breath and without further hesitation grabs a hold of the rope and prepares for the climb down towards an outcropping.
"We just woke up there the first time, I don't remember the trip down there..." Lanie admits to Jett and Asa, and the latter is stared at like he's lost his mind as he jumps off the cliff. She goes to protest this action all too late, holding a hand out and opening her mouth as if to yell at him. But then she seems to realize that he did it on purpose. She doesn't follow suit, grabbing onto that rope once Jett is clear of the top of it.
Asa sticks the landing as if he should be the head of the cheerleading squad at school, landing perfectly on the rock footing with rope in hand, an ancher point for the others to climb down the rope. Jett has no problems climbing down the rope as well, and Lanie's nervousness gets stuffed down in her gut for long enough for her to climb down.
(ooc) Is everyone good with having a 10 minute intermission?
(OOC) Jett has no problem with that.
thought to wear gloves, and for that much, he's given some extra leverage on the way down. Everyone else gets a ways headstart, and then, finally, Owen bears weight down on the rope to rapidly 'walk' his way down the cliff backwards in the sense of an unsecured rappel. It's rather generous, and a little too confident, but he doesn't see himself letting go anytime too soon. At the bottom, they're left with little room, and an uncomfortable look down into the bright blue of the evening lagoon. Then: the nook. It's all he can do to squeeze in, and... try to... find the next step. Down even further, that is.
Owen thought to wear gloves, and for that much, he's given some extra leverage on the way down. Everyone else gets a ways headstart, and then, finally, Owen bears weight down on the rope to rapidly 'walk' his way down the cliff backwards in the sense of an unsecured rappel. It's rather generous, and a little too confident, but he doesn't see himself letting go anytime too soon. At the bottom, they're left with little room, and an uncomfortable look down into the bright blue of the evening lagoon. Then: the nook. It's all he can do to squeeze in, and... try to... find the next step. Down even further, that is.
the speed at which Asa pops up after rolling out of that dive is something to be hold though he knuckles his back and picks a few twigs, and bits of gravel from his clothes before he holds the rope easily enough as Jett and then Lanie make their way down. "So, how's school been?" he asks Jett as he makes his way to the bottom, calling up to Owen, "You got a way to detach the rope up there? or we going to just leave it hang?" clearly not understanding the particulars of using climbing gear all that much. Even as he asks, he's tryhing to study the area, without much in the way of any skill. Apparently he's not fully come into his own.
Jett is less graceful in his departure downward. The tight squeeze has him staying pressed against the cliff side. He watches how Owen tries to navigate into the nook, preparing to follow up in the flank. ".. School?" he asks Asa with some confusion for what should be a rather easy to answer question. ".. Oh, fine. I guess," he says with some distraction as he avoid looking towards the awaiting lagoon below, beckoning him to fall.
Asa nods to Jett's answer, moving to squish himself into a corner in the nook, which isn't hard to do with his reedy frame, his arms and legs tucked in close to his side as he presses against the rock, looking down to the water. He's pretty much a twig standing like that, taking up hardly any space, drugs actually helping him out for once. He gives Owen a thumbsup, asking, "See the next space to jump to? Because I really don't wanna swim in this fucking cold." " "
That nook everyone's crammed themselves into is only path away from the entrance to a cave, but that path seems to be a narrow one that flirts down the edge of the cliff face, treacherous as ever. It might make one wonder why anyone would think to make an entrance to an underground lair here, of all places. It seems effective in keeping people out, for sure!
Lanie looks incredibly annoyed by this development, eyes following the trail to the cave mouth, those eyes dropping down to the waters below and then she takes a backwards step. Nuh uh, she doesn't seem interested at all in falling to her death. "How the fuck did the fat fuck get in there?" she can't help but ask.
"Well, he's dead, I'm sad to inform you," Asa says with a bit of a blink, glancing around as he says to Lanie, "He probably just jumped off hit the ground with a thud, laid there for a good I don't know five minutes and then adjusted his bones before off he went. Yunno...." He shrugs, glancing to Jett and Owen as if they'd back up his claim.
"He probably turned into a bat and flew," Jett assumes, sticking to the generic imagination of what a vampire is supposed to be - at least in his mind. He is careful, each step and scoot a deliberate movement with mind on his balance. The way Asa describes the quick descent and landing has Jett wince a hair, an eerily familiar scene as to their tree branched tangled friend passed by in the not so distant past. "For fucks sake, Stonehouser," he deadpans over.
Owen shuffles another few feet in as things get cramped, and then he's found... a hole, about as wide as one of a sewer. The ladder isn't of wooden bars, but bones, bound in braided rope. It's rickety, and it's a long way down, but it's the *only* way down. Foot after foot pass by what seem like hand-hewn stone, and by the end, it'll be colder than ever. It's dark, but he manages somehow, chuckling at the commentary that barely snaps him out've whatever morbid train of thought he's on.
Lanie mutters the word, "Fuck." under her breath as if agreeing with Asa's and Jett's assumptions and berating herself for not thinking of them first before asking her question.
"What, Jett. you didn't like the idea of someone's skull going crrrrrunch? before it eventually just kind of puts itself back together again?" Asa asks, though he even shudders a little. He sees the hole and Owen disappearing down on in, saying to Jett with a grand gesture, "You first, my gloomy friend. Don't let me get in the way of your grand entrance." Even as he says this he slips on a headlamp and clicks it on.
Jett peers at Asa with loathing, but is quick to descend into the cramped and dark hole that Owen leads the way into. "Just shine that light forward so I can see," he orders of Asa, as if he had any authority to do so.
Owen seems to have found the way down into the lair, and at the bottom of the bone and rope fashioned ladder, there's a door with an electronic keycard reader right next to it. Didn't they pick up a keycard at the beginning of their adventure? Lanie is quick to follow him down that ladder, even cursing and muttering about touching the acrid bones. "Fucks sake, why does he have to be so fucking disgusting." she complains on her way down.
Jett rubs his hands off on his sweater once he finishes climbing all the way down. "At least it wasn't slippery," he remarks to Lanie, trying to find that silver lining in this otherwise repulsive pit.
"It's old, Lanie, like... really old," Not nearly as new as the steel blast door he's looking at, and it hardly takes a second for him to produce the card and slap it to the receiver in the hopes of a greater reaction. "I think this place might... even be older than *he* is. I mean, d'we think he rolled around until the fuckin' earth parted way...?" Owen has to cramp up to the door to keep out of the way, trying to make sure there's room for all of them.
Asa slips down the ladder behind, snarking in his irritation with the filthiness of this place, "The better to gross you out with, my dear," rolling his eyes at Jett and near blinding him with the beam as he sweeps it around with a turn of his head this way and that. "I'm glad to know I'm not the only one here who can't see in the dark," he mentions moving over to stand next to Jett and turn to train his beam of light on Owen and what he's doing.
Jett winces when he gets solar flared by Asa's headlamp. He rubs at his eyes with his unclean, bone-touchy hands - ew. "Fuckin.." he begins to bitch, blinking his vision back before he hushes again to see how the nice big door might handle Owen slapping it up with the card.
"shut up, I'm helping, remember, yeesh," Asa grouses, growing more and more unsettled, shifting his feet in the dirt as he mutters, "I'm really starting to hate t his place, for real... We've not ran into anything at least." Asa states, turning to Lanie and asking, "Is it just him in here? or does he have lackies or something?"
The door opens with a hiss and it rolls to one side out of the way. It reveals a very long hallway that seems to stretch as far as the eye can see, with nothing of visual interest to distract the eyes away from the bland space. Doorways are intermittently scattered every fifty feet or so, marking hallways and rooms. The first room is very close to the entrance.
The room in question is visible to Owen, Jett and Asa's vantage point, but Lanie's in the background and too short to see over all the shoulders before her. Not that she's complaining any.
The room looks high-tech, the first thing very noticeable would be the rows and rows of see-through glass pods, some empty, some holding a humanoid life inside it like an artificial womb. Monitors and displays are hooked up to a number of them, particularly those with someone inside them. There's a display of monitors on the far wall, and a man in a clean white lab coat stands before them, seeming to observe the data that floods the screens.
Asa freezes, going still as the grave as he spots the man inside, his breath catching as he waits to see if the man moves. It's not quite a panic he's in but there's definitely a hesitation and a skyrocketing of his alertness as he takes a reflexive step back cutting his light quickly as if it'd even help to keep them from being noticed with the door shifting out of the way.
Owen has to quickly shimmy as to avoid being squeezed unfriendily by the hydraulics of the great door, and immediately on sight of the familiar tiles, his eyes are shaking and his pupils are thinning. Rage combines with terror, and thats before he's noticed any ill-intented figures. Man, coat - there aren't any questions. Owen just pulls out a hand-cannon and fires, loudly enough to frighten, even harm. He's aiming for middle mass, but he's aiming as much as to frighten as to kill. He halfway means to miss - just to see what Bill Nye is gonna do about it.
As soon as Owen is drawing that gun Asa acts fast dragging out his bow, drawing an arrow from the bag, pulling back hard with impressive strength. Then the gun goes off and he fires right on along his body going stock still, his hands and limbs not even twitching once. He aims right at the man as well and shortly after the bullet is a loud thrumb after a distinct twang of his bowstring.
Jett has the opposite reaction at the sight of the man in a labcoat, nudging forward to get on the other side of those doors. He reaches for his own weapon as Owen starts blasting, his own aim haphazard and untrained but still aiming for the legs of the man.
Well damn, everyone's breaking out the weaponry, which causes Lanie to pull out her hunting knife out of her pocket. She clutches onto it like she's ready to stab the next thing that comes at her. The sounds of the gun doesn't even seem to phase her, as if she's used to it.
Owen's blast of lead hits the lab-coat wearing nerd right in the back, penetrating through the clothing and staining it red, leaving a moderate sized hole in the fellows body that he didn't even pay for, Owen - No piercings for free! Asa's arrow arcs upwards with a fine trajectory, the arrow head piercing into fleshof a thigh. Jett's pistol fires off a round that looks like it might sink into the drywall, but it bounces off the corner of a metal shelf and flies towards the labcoat wearing nerd, burying itself in his temple. Sick kill shot, Jett The scientist never even had a chance of survival.
Even as his first arrow is sent flying, Asa is already scrambling for his next arrow, pausing to look at Jett as he slips out a pistol himself and starts to attempt to make the man dance, he's not breathing hard, but his cheeks are flushed with a sudden rush of adrenaline, then he's backing himself up to stand next to Lanie, ready to give supporting fire for the woman if necessary, he's certainly impressed by the heat Owen's packing, giving him a stare with a blink. When his arrow only sticks the man in the thigh, he takes another stand, pulls on the bow to shoot again right for that bullet to do a perfect turn about and.... bing the man's pegged. "....huh."
Hindsight. Jett only realizes the error of his way far after the man becomes a corpse. Overkill? Definitely. He passes a look to the three others briefly and then averts his attention immediately elsewhere. Maybe those rows of pods? If he doesn't apologize, it wasn't a mistake.
"Jett... are you by chance a pinball wizard? I'm just sort of wondering, because I don't think you could've planned that better.... like at all," Asa says to Jett with a nervous laugh. "Shit..."
"Something like that, yeah," Jett claims beneath his breath to Asa, pushing forward to take some hesitant steps to the corpse, ".. You think his scientist people are leeches too?"
Yeesh. The first shot from Owen may as well have been musketfire with the way it would've guaranteed paralysis, but then there's Jett and his ping-pong pursuit, which leaves nothing short of a big grin on the shabby fellow's face. "Interesting maneuver -- they teach you that in Chastity class?" There's a stare given to the pincushioned nerd, and a couple steps further into the lab like he owns the place. He may as well, now. Asa's comment gets a snerk of a laugh, and bravely, there's an attempt to frisk the corpse for further keys or baubles, as if to suss out what he was doing as much as anything. Then... it's to the labyrinth.
"I don't wanna be like the big nice guy on campus here, and no I haven't been sneaking in on Jett's morality seminars, but shouldn't we break these bitches out of here before we go in? If this place blows we're not gonna have any time to do anything on the way out..." Asa states, smirking at Jett. "Besides Catholic boy will feel better after we're done."
".. Yeah, right after they taught us how to put the condom on a banana," Jett claims to the others, firing that one from the hip. He clears his throat awkwardly and seems more than happy to let Owen brave the depths of the man's pockets. "No telling if we'll be able to catch Fat Fuck if he is already making his escape," he notes to Asa, not exactly protesting the idea of freeing the blood dolls but not entirely concerned about their safety as his first priority either.
Did someone say alarms? Is that the sound that's blaring through the room and the hallways beyond it like a siren? Wee-Ooo it calls through the facility, surely alerting any security personnel of the breach.
No one comes bursting into the room, not a soul tries to find Asa, Owen, Jett and Lanie, as if the security has already said 'fuck that, we're not stupid.' The only thing to do is search those long and winding corridors for their quarry or a way to release the prisoners. Or ideally, both.
"Oh, fuck me," Asa says, looking at Owen as he turns to the first pod. He doesn't even ask at this point running forward and swinging his foot around with force driving it into the first pod, attempting to break through it and crack it open. If he can manage it he just works right down the line busting each one as he can.
"They.. don't really make you put a condom on a banana," Lanie claims to Jett more in disbelief, her eyes blinking a few times as she looks upwards to the ceiling, as if she'd spot the alarms from here.
Without loot, or noteworthy discovery, Owen gives up on the gore-splattered dead man, and in the haste of the ringing alarms, begins to rustle down the first of the halls he can find. There's a circling to them, a maze-like nature, but there's little more for him to do than to march headlong into the potential doom of one *very* round ancient.
"I skipped that class," Jett answers Lanie honestly but rushes along after Owen into the labyrinth of the hallways. "We'll circle back!" he claims to Asa in hopes not to separate the group in these confusing halls towards their intended target. He keeps an eye out for cameras, signs of direction, or traps that may be awaiting them - even if their pace is hasty.
Asa runs down the hall after the others, clearly giving up on breaking out anymore, if he even did, running as fast as he can to catch up. "God... I really hate this shit," he bitches, falling in behind Jett when he catches up.
Asa's foot connects with that first pod, and kind of cracks right through it, the pod seeming to be a delicate piece of machinery. The glass on the top of it breaks in half and the bottom half topples over to spill the contents inside it out onto the floor in a puddle of mostly liquid human. It doesn't seem right, that's for sure
The scientist doesn't have anything particular on him for Owen to find aside from some research notes that he holds near and dear to him even as he'd been shot, nothing overly important.
Lanie takes off after the trio of men as fast her short legs will carry her, all that working out she does has paid off as she keeps pace, knife in hand.
"I gotta say, this place as a whole is really fucking gross," Asa says to Owen. "I can't believe you guys got trapped in here. This place is disgusting as fuck, like for real. Who the hell does this shit... We better fucking dust this guy, because I don't wanna do this again in another six months, if it even takes that long for this guy to set up shop again..."
Eventually Owen would run into a door at the end of all those corriders blocking any further entry, one that there's not keycard slot for.
Asa will definitely want to throw those nike sneakers in the washer, or potentially the trash, with all the nasty ooze and blood that clings to them, making them look absolutely disgusting.
A door. Just a door? All there is for Owen, in his adrenaline addled state, is to keep charging, like he's to go through it. It could be a wooden door, a glass door: or even a steel door, but what's the harm, right? Nothing like a bruised shoulder to hit the climax of the night off right with. After all... they MUST be going the right way.
"I would've totally packed some wooden arrows if I know we were gonna be doing this kind of thing sooner, but oh well," Asa pants, finally starting to feel his body start to take strain now from the exercian. He's not flagging though, just actually working. He slows then and he keeps moving lagging behind just enough to nock an arrow, readying his bow and preparing to fall into a shooters stance keeping bow up even as he watches to see if Owen breaks through that door or not.
Jett just about skids to a halt when Owen goes barreling towards the door. "This way!" he suggests, as if turning around and bumbling through the labyrinth back the other way was an alternative. "You didn't know?" he questions Asa but ironically seems to have no stakes in hand.
That's all it is, Owen, just a simple door, right? No way it could be made of reinforced steel, ready to take the charge of from the amped up, adrenaline infused man. Maybe it's not even closed all the way, which seems to be the case as he reaches the door and it creaks open, causing him to charge right through the opening; heading towards the wall on the other side. Momentum can be your friend or enemy, but as Owen's nears that wall, he'll probably figure which one it is for him soon enough.
KTANG. Was that the door opening? Owen hitting it? Or... no. He's right past it, at the end of the road, like fucking frogger. Plastered to that wall, and apparently in the process of nearly peeling himself off of it. He's concussed, confused, and... looking around, all unaware like. He's here, right? Somewhere? This is a mess.
"I was texted at like... three PM today? and then I took a nap, so... like, yeah I didn't know. You got a stake?" Asa wonders of Jett, looking after Owen as the door swings open he skids to a halt slowing and glancing around in the space. When Owen hits the wall though he has to swallow a laugh, and it's a really really big laugh to swallow.
Jett flinches when Owen really busts into the scene of the room. He peers over to Asa and then Lanie but motions the former in, ".. Take point, I'll hold the flank with Lanie," he suggests with some urgency, "We'll figure out what to stab him with once we.. find him!"
Lanie plods towards that door Owen charged through as if she expected the sounds of the trainwreck happening behind it. She does not have as much control over her laughter as Asa does, her voice echoing through the room, not even bothered tht Owen will hear her. Her eyes flick to one side as she seems to spot some kind of movement in the far corner.
"I thought I heard a bell ring, but it ended up just being Owen," Asa says, only to break off after as he follows Lanie's line of sight. his shoulders tensing, bow coming up in a smooth draw.
Despite the humor of Owen flinging himself into the wall with gusto, Jett seems racked with paranoia. He keeps his gun ready, peering around inside the room in search of any threats while alarms are blaring in the background.
Lanie is an asshole, laughing at her boyfriends misfortune like that, but her laughter dies down as she wipes tears of glee out of the corner of her eye. She does have the awareness to ask Owen, "Uhhh.. you okay, babe?"
The group was expecting a very fat man, but in the corner of the room there's a tall, svelte red-headeded woman with her arm wrapped around a young dark haired man, as if trying to hold him there, a captive? She opens her mouth and the fangs come out, and then she ravenously sinks then into the young man's neck, her head shaking back and forth as if she's an animal trying down a bit of prey - the man never had a chance, his throat gets ripped out, right in front of Asa, Jett, Lanie and the dazed Owen.
"I... I, Jesus, fucking christ, yeah," Owen wipes a little blood from his nose, shaking his head violently and trying to figure out... exactly what's going on here. "I... I uh, hey, sooo..." Blink. Blink. "She's probably not friendly, guys, who's betting?!" The gun's already in his hand, apparently that much of his shit was kept wrapped up tight and together, and he's aiming - but he hasn't fired yet. Why not...?
"Oh fuck no," Asa says, with a mixture of horror and anger, his arms tense and his bow is yanked back until the stave creeks, then he narrows his eyes, as if analyzing again. His meme changes and when he releases its as if he's turned into a bit of a cold malicious sort as he launches that arrow aiming to take the woman through the chest, already drawing again to make the vampire into a pincushion. "Can we like bet and talk about the bitch later and kill her now so we don't have to like wait until we know if the building's gonna explode or whatever?"
Why not indeed! Jett on the other hand seems to have no qualms on firing off a shot, or two, or as many as he can squeeze off once he spots the hungry hungry hemomaniac, "Fuck that, shoot her." Maybe he didn't learn his lesson the first time, but after seeing one specimen ooze out as a puddle of blood and then seeing another victim get torn at by the throat - he can only hope his instincts help him here.
"Yeah, I mean that's pretty pertinent," BANG! Owen agrees enough to finally, actually, fire. Joy. That's going right for her skull, and *not* because he's a wicked aim, the bullet just cocked a ninety for her temple. Talk about closed quarters. A .50 to the head is usually a pretty solid wakeup call, among all the other things.
There's no explosion, but the ground does begin to rumble under Asa and Jett's feet, and even Lanie looks a little concerned by this new development, but that doesn't stop her from whipping her knife at the red-headedd vampire in the corner.
This bitch has to dodge an arrow, two bullets and a knife all in a row, but she's busy draining her captive and doesn't get the chance to do any of the dodging. When her body falls over onto the shaking floor, it poofs into a pile of ash that someone else will have to clean up later.