Encroachers [Mexico City; Bastille; Closed.]

[Kyrie Blaze]

To Bastille's first statement she simply shrugged; it was both practical and logical thinking. To the second, she sighed: "Something like that, though we are in the right area, now."

With her blue eyes quickly flickering to take what she could see as she moved towards the roar of the falls and the light shining down, and the drop the body was headed for, she came to a quick decision as she moved with Bastille at her side.

"I am going to pull the body ashore. We need to confirm it is or is not Damien. I need you to watch and not stray too far so if this is not him, we can pick out the direction he went from the footprints. I do not think we should take chances."

Which meant they could leave no stone unturned. She would move quickly and as quietly as she could after that, though the waterfall and fighting above would likely drown out any sounds she made...as well as anything close enough to come to them. Though the stench of rotting flesh caused her stomach to continue to churn uncomfortably, threateningly, but it could possibly cover their own scent.

Kyrie would manipulate her qi and cast a streamer out, quickly spreading it over the body and pull him to the edge, knife and all. She tried not to disturb the surface tension too much, but also had the pull of the falls to deal with. She kept her eyes on both the body and water itself, trusting Bastille to do the rest.

If she was successful in moving him out of the water, she would carefully turn him to his side. With that hole in the back of his neck, there was little to no chance he was alive. Checking who it was - if he resembled Damien at all, keeping in mind her picture wasn't the most up-to-date - and confirming his state with her fingers pressed to his neck to feel for a pulse was easy enough.

[Bastille Amtrum]

Bastille just nodded and followed quietly. At least this job was something she was advanced at. Planting herself to the trail, her eyes flickered around for other clues- or any signs of movement. The water was probably too muggy for even her eyes to discern body movement from fluid movement. Water was sort of a weakness for her when it came to direct and precise movement readings. After a quick run down, she found the optimal position, that of facing the corner between the two tunnels which would allow her to view both at once.

She moved slightly into the shadow and up against the wall, so that the light would not immediately catch the red in her sleeves- which were still held back by the straps around her shoulders. Her eyes stayed trained, her mind was silent as she focused fully on looking for anything and everything.

Her hand stayed on her sword as she let her eyes flick once to Kiyr. Kudos to the girl...rotting corpse was a smell she was familiar with, everyone in this current world should really be no stranger to it. But that didn't mean anyone ever got used to it- unless you were insane. Bastille often had to question her mental status....but then again, it was definitely not normal.

[David B.]

The body had no pulse, but when Kiyr flipped it over, it moved, hand lashing out to slam into her chest as water would obscure his face. His strike would hit, possibly a shoulder if she tried to move, blasting Kiyr back from the force, before he kicked off the wall and flew down the waterfall. He smashed into the water, but after several moments pulled himself up onto the platform. He was on his hands and knees, coughing- allowing Kiyr to watch as the hole in the back of his neck sealed itself.

He slowly came to his feet, and turned to look up at them.

It was Damien.

He turned and sprinted into the open pipe, as a wild shout came from the opening closest to Kiyr and Bastille. Out of the opening leapt three men, all with black eyes. Their flesh was rotten and teeth, sharp. They would move quick as lightning, aiming to tackle the two women and bite them.

[Kyrie Blaze]

"Ahn!" Shifting away from the suddenly-moving corpse, the blow struck her shoulder and knocked her back. The momentum took her to her feet and back several quick strides before her arms flared to restore balance. And then she darted to look over the edge, able to see the supposed zombie pull himself up from the water as the hole at the back of his neck sealed.

And as he looked back up.

The blonde's eyes went wide in recognition. Thirty feet away and it was confirmed.

"D--!"

Kyrie was cut off by the shriek and whirled to face the new threat. Her disbelief at what she had just witnessed struck hard and fast, but was also shoved to the side just as quickly. Her hands came up in a classic "stop!" gesture, as though she was helpless--

Until two spikes of shadow sprang from her palms to plunge into two chests, a flattened edge about a foot or two from there preventing any forward movement as the blonde grounded and braced herself, then would attempt to direct the things to the side. Into the wall.

Hopefully she was fast enough.

[Bastille Amtrum]

Bastille had shot after the guy, recognition or not- no one got away without permission.

She could catch him, she knew- and some part of her scolded herself for turning back. Skidding to a stop she pivoted and turned right back to Kiyr without a second thought-

The knight in her would not allow the abandonment of a fellow comrade- and so it was that Bastille ran back aiming to grab the head of the third figure and shove it into her knee, simultaneously lifting her hand, flipping the blade, and going to ram it into the figures neck-....

If that worked she would then attempt to throw it into the water in hopes it would plummet before it could make a miraculous zombie recovery.

[David B.]

Kiyrs spikes would hit higher, as the beings bent over for the tackle. Her shadow spikes would pierce their necks, but they kept moving forward, until Kiyr was holding their necks in her hands. They would be chomping, trying their hardest to move forward and bite her in the face or neck.

Bastille would succeed in gripping the third one, smashing its face into her knee. Black blood flew from its wounds, before it shrieked- Bastille would now find herself unable to hear, deafened by the shriek at close quarters. Her strength was sapped as well, but would still succeed in hurling the beast over the edge. Its body smashed into the platform, a sickening crunch and following silence indicating death.

OOC: Bastille gets -10 STR for 2 posts (by me), and is deafened for one post.

[Kyrie Blaze]

Faced with the gruesome sight as it was, the little blonde did the only smart and efficient thing she could think of in this situation: she expanded and flattened her qi, keeping the edges razor sharp in order to slice both their heads clean off.

[Bastille Amtrum]

"arggghhh!!!" Bastille yelled and clapped her hands over her ears. Everything that relied on hearing would be thrown off- and that meant her balance. Stumbling slightly, she felt the splash and she splashed slightly too as she stumbled up against the wall, and coughed.

"Damn" She watched Kiyr, making a move to try and get her way over there.

[David B.]

Both heads would easily be sliced off, and blood poured from the necks, the faces on the heads when blank, and the bodies collapsed easily.

Silence.

At least, for a moment.

The smell of blood, like rotting human flesh, poured into the pipe, and soon, they could hear the cries and gnashing of dozens of mouths filled with teeth coming from the open pipe in front of them- Kiyr and Bastille had to make a snap decision out of the three choices available.

1: They could stand and fight, attempting to push into the conjoining pipe, though in their narrow quarters, this would be hard.

2: They could try and jump after Damien- though there was no promise that the water was deep enough, or if there wasn't some other nasty in there waiting.

3: They could abandon the current paths and head back the way they came, perhaps choosing another pipe, though this was opposite the obvious direction Damien was heading, and would make it more difficult to track him down again.

[Kyrie Blaze]

And with no option good enough - water depth, something lurking; how many things were coming, how many would come after; no guarantee they'd pick up where he went - Kyrie decided to Blaze her own trail. She pivoted and sprinted towards Bastille.

"Jumping. Trust me."

Catching the woman around her waist, she jumped.

And extended her hand, her qi narrowing out to plunge into the shadow of the ceiling below. She controlled the length as it coated her entire arm, essentially dropping them - albeit with a bit of speed though she did what she could to slow the descent, using the shadows to extend out from their sides to create a generous portion of drag - safely onto the ledge below.

[Bastille Amtrum]

Bastille couldn't hear Kiyr...but she could read lips. She just closed her eyes and trusted her limp body into Kiyrs direction. If her eyes stayed open, she would definitely twist in reaction. Landing, Bastille stumbled, trying not to go down on one knee as her balance was thrown off. Her eyes narrowed, but flickered open all the same.

"Fucking zombie..." She hissed in a hushes whisper- almost inaudible. Bastille stood quickly, looking around and sword at the ready- trying to find that jerks trail.

[David B.]

Kiyr's attempt is a success!

With several mouths chomping at their heels, they jump and glide down successfully to the deck below. Though there is water surrounding the platform, inside the tunnel would be nearly bone dry, allowing them to see the wet outline of Damiens steps. They headed strait through an open grate forty feet down the pipe, which came out into the open air. There was a lock on the grate, lightly to prevent whatever was inside those tunnels from getting out. They could relock the gates or leave them open, perhaps to wreak havoc on Barkers troops- or on the rebels.

Bastille would, as they came outside, begin to gain her hearing back, and after several moments hear perfectly. They were deeper into the rebel held city than before, and had apparently popped out behind a prison. Though the territory was held by rebels, barkers soldiers actually stood outside the fence, crossbows in hands, and appearing unamused by the fires in the distance.

"Todo claro aquí, capitán."


Tracks led toward the prison, but would spike out, moving around from the outside.

Should Kiyr and Bastille follow the tracks, they would find a small ridge, where a body was dumped. The body was a Barker soldier, missing all of his gear and clothes, laying there in his boxers. Tracks then led away, back up toward the prison once more.

OOC: Bastille regains her hearing! 1 more post to regaining Strength.

[Kyrie Blaze]

Their jaunt was quick, and Kiyr hadn't even looked back to breathe a sigh of relief: she simply moved on, intending on putting as much distance as possible between the drop that held the creatures - for who knew how long - and the two women. For a few moments, she considered leaving the gate open. The things could easily wreak havoc on the Barker soldiers...but then, there were the inhabitants of the city to think about. And the rebels.

If the gate couldn't be closed, after, she could be sentencing them to an even bigger problem.

So, it was locked once again.

The words were vaguely understood. 'Claro' and obviously, the soldier was speaking to a captain, reporting on the state. Clear.

Her next steps were, naturally, to follow Damien's and keep out of sight of the Barker soldiers skirting the fence. She noted the prints...but when they came upon the body, she had to check the new prints. Were they the same or different treads? If so, and if the other soldiers had the same shoes - likely - then tracking Damien just got harder.

"...and now the question is...do we bag two of our own and head after or do we observe from above? There is no telling if this prison has any underground passages. If Damien is attempting to free someone or several people...our best bet would be to follow."

[Bastille Amtrum]

"Do you see any women soldiers?"....Bastilles eyes were scanning for any sign of a female guard. It wouldnt boad well to even try dress up if they'd be found out for their gender...They could try come off as boys...but that also might not work so well.

" or ...." Slightly riskier plan was bastille quickly binding and dressing up before taking Kiyr in as prisoner...then from there allowing shadow girl to use her qi to feel out the building layout...if that was possible.....while Bastille could revanish and observe from inside, but still afar.... Bastille quickly whispered these plans aloud, more as if thinking to herself rather then actually speaking to Kiyr

[David B.]

As you are talking, alarms go up in the compound. Doors are slammed shut. An explosion rocks the left side of the tower, blasting stone into the courtyard.

Men are screaming, All of them turning to the prison and scrambling one place or another. Sirens can be heard squeeling in the distance, indicating fire trucks perhaps on their way. You hear one voice above them all shouting orders:

"LOCK DOWN THE FACILITY! THE LIVING ONE IS INSIDE AND BARRICADED IN HOLDING! WE WILL STARVE HIM OUT! TOTAL LOCKDOWN- LETS GO! ACELERARIO!"

Men started rushing here and there, darting by the ditch the girls were hiding in without care. The gates were opened to allow entry to more men to rush inside- you had better come up with something quick!