There was no point in addressing the young trooper’s dismissive remarks, and so his words were met with silence. His choice was made, despite nothing around them making sense. The other trooper however, Scott, was the voice of reason. She was spoke as if the Sergeant had been possessed. Much of Leonhardt did not wish to believe it, but nothing else made as much sense. If this was the case, then lethal force was out of the question.
“We’ll find him there.”
There was a grim undertone to Leonhardt’s voice as he pointed towards the warehouse we’d just jumped from.
“Whatever is controlling is armed with a spike driver, and is strong enough to rip a steel door from its hinges.”
He paused for a moment, lowering his arm back to his side before turning to face Theo once more, his face holding an expression that conveyed determination.
“Think we can play nice long enough to get yours and mine back?”
Post by Theodore Connelly on Jun 1, 2020 23:51:18 GMT
Theo glanced at Scott as she suddenly spoke up, interrupting his spiel on the many virtues (and failings) of their sergeant to casually make him look like a jackass in front of the swordsman.
"Whoever he is, let’s just try and get the sergeant out of there and knock him back to his senses, and try to help those kids too... We can let the sergeant decide after that."
"Uh." Was all the youth could say, falling silent. Even if he had any further protests to make, Scott had seniorship on him- she was in charge until the Sergeant came to his senses from... whatever it was that had 'possessed'(?) him.
As creepy laughter rang through the air, their attention was dragged towards the warehouse in the distance, were it seemed as though every single child (and unknown to them, one naked Jones) congregated.
"We’ll find him there. Whatever is controlling is armed with a spike driver, and is strong enough to rip a steel door from its hinges."
"Uuuh..." That certainly was new. Ripping steel doors off their hinges? The Sergeant lifted (he hoped- troopers who didn't exercise didn't last long- even by trooper standards) but that was...
"Think we can play nice long enough to get yours and mine back?”
What a joke- as if he had any choice in the matter here.
"... Just shut up and let's get to it." Grumbled the youth as he held out his hand to Scott, the jump materia in his bangle glowing brightly as he prepared to jump. Like most humans, being made to look like a jackass had soured his mood considerably- even more so than the terrifying circumstances already had.
Post by Sergeant Oswald on Jun 7, 2020 22:02:44 GMT
"Right," Scott said with a somber tone and a frown on her face. She stepped forward and grabbed a hold of Theodore, taking a deep breath. "I hate heights," she said with a sigh as she prepared herself for what was coming. She then looked to Leonhardt and said "If you kill sarge there will be hell to pay."
Back at the warehouse the children and Jones had gathered to create a circle around the front entrance.
There was a sudden sound of a roaring engine, the bay door of the warehouse screeched open and a single bright light beckoned out of it. The light grew brighter and brighter until it crossed the threshold of the warehouse.
Emerging was Oswald on a three wheeled motorbike covered in rust. He drove around in a circle around the crowd holding the pike in the air . His upper body barren with a bloody cut across the chest. His wavy blond hair pale in the moonlight and a long scarf around his neck trailing behind him.
The vehicle stopped in the center of the circle. For the briefest moment there was an ethereal flicker that covered his form as well as the bikes. A translucent wraith in the drivers seat wielding a ghostly scythe in place of the pike. The front of the bike the upper torso of a demonic stallion.
As the visage faded the eligor possessing Oswald began banging its pike against the side of the bike in a slow consistent beat. The children and Jones joined him, banging their palms against nearby trains and other objects.