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[PLOT] That's no ordinary rabbit

Date & Time: All day Friday, December 14th and onward.
Location: Initiate Hold
Characters: All
Summary: The plague has taken hold and there are rampant, angry undead critters running around! Better get rid of them quick, before you attract the Scourge Horde.
Warnings: Undead attacks, localized around cute woodland critters.

[The death tolls of all the woodland animals had come around the same time. Some lasted longer than others, but for the most part, it appeared that most of the sickly animals had passed sometime in the middle of the night. The next morning, transports would awaken to find their furry friends looking...well, less than furry. Their eyes glow a sickly yellow, patches of fur fall off their body, and they continuously cry for help.

Help from whom? You?

Or the group of rampaging ghouls charging toward you?]

[ooc: Original plot post is here!. If you would like me to NPC ghoul attacks in your thread, please mark your subject line with three asterisks. (***) Otherwise, feel free to do it amongst yourselves! Please note that I won't be able to NPC threads until tomorrow afternoon.]

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"I don't know what to think of it," he said honestly. "I've been to the Fade before. It was confusing and frightening." Despite that, given what he was offered he likely would have stayed if he could. That was part of what made it as frightening as it was. A world created of emotion inhabited by creatures that could read one's deepest needs and desires was beyond compelling.

His gaze was thoughtful and a tad distant before he returned to the conversation. "I encountered a demon there. Who's to say that they aren't essentially the same as good or bad people? We focus on the good attributes and call those spirits and the bad and call those demons, when the natures could be one and the same, only differentiated by actions and focus. If those with more experience and greater proclivity for philosophical questions cannot agree, I feel unqualified to make a determination."

That latter question was much easier to answer. "They kill and consume it. It's a gruesome death, torn apart by powerful jaws and sharp teeth. Their hunger knows no sating and no end. Small groups of possessed corpses have been known to eat their way through entire villages, leaving nothing but blood and offal in their wake. Worse, such atrocities can thin the Veil, allowing yet more demons through to the physical world. Thus the cycle perpetuates. Have you nothing like this in your world?"

"Is that all it was?" Blaine asked quietly. He scanned that far away look on Duncan's face. Confusing and frightening, but not necessarily bad. It may have illuminated some things...

"So spirit and demon are just the labels they were given to make people feel better about it." People liked labels. They liked the idea of black and white even though it was rare life just fell so neatly into those categories.

It sounded like a pack of piranha. Or maybe sharks. One drop of blood in the water and more showed up. The more they ate, the more blood, the more predators came swimming up to try and get a piece of the action. He finished cleaning and inspecting the last piece and then assembled the gun with practiced ease. "We have animals like that, yes, but nothing that crosses over from another world to possess things. If we have it, it's a very well kept secret."

"No. It was also very dangerous." He said it in a way that indicated there'd be no more elaboration.

"Possibly. Or they are possibly different types of spirits altogether. The brightest thinkers of the Chantry seem to think so. Some mages agree with them." He had never spoken to any spirits or demons on the topic. In fact he wasn't sure he had ever spoken to a spirit at all and would never believe anything a known demon told him.

"There are animals of our world that present their own dangers." None of them would ever compare to things on the level of which he spoke, however. "It must all sound rather strange to you."

Duncan had this way of cutting off the most interesting topics of conversation. Blaine didn't bother to try and pursue it though. He was at least partially familiar with the type, and once they decided there was nothing else to be said, it was a waste of time to try for more. Instead he focused on the spirits. "The same mages who put themselves in circles? I forget, who was the one behind that idea? The mages themselves, the Chantry, or the Templars? We talked about it once and it's kind of fuzzy now. Though to be honest this sounds like something out of a game or a book. So not strange, but unreal."

"The Chantry started it. Some mages go voluntarily. Many don't." Many never made it that far, cut down for resisting or worse becoming abominations in their fear. "The Templars came later, Chantry watchdogs."

He sheathed his clean weapon and started on the other. "You're not the first to make that comparison to me, a work of fiction. It makes me wonder if there hasn't been travel between some of our worlds in a distant past, although we have no tales of technology to compare."

The shotgun was open and getting a cleaning by this time. There was gunk on it, just like everything else, but perhaps more so since he had knocked off a zombie head or two with the butt of it when quarters got way too close for comfort. He got a towel to get the worst of it off but saved anything more thorough for later, unlike the care he took with his own gun from home. The enforcers always seem to come later. Not too much later, but always later.

"We'd call them enforcers. They don't so much watch as loom as a not-so-invisible threat." There's a half smile on his face, a rueful shadow of his normal grin. "If there was travel between our worlds, the ideas of spirits and possession and demons might have had an influence on our own church. We had Templars, too. As for people being possessed, it's usually a hoax or just someone mentally unstable."

"That sounds about right." He knew he wasn't being entirely fair. Not all Templars were cut of the same cloth. Enough were that he felt more comfortable making the assumption and allowing himself to be proven wrong later. "Maker help all of you if that's the case." It was terrible to think of people not actually possessed being accused of such or misunderstood to be.

"There's rarely any mistaking it in our world. Once the demon chooses to manifest there are physical changes that would be impossible to mistake for anything else. Not to mention it starts killing everything in sight and usually summons more of its kind for support."

"Superstition and misunderstandings led to a lot of death back then. If people couldn't explain it, something otherworldly must've be at fault. Not true on our world, but they didn't know that a thousand years ago."

The final brushes on the shotgun and it was also put aside. Blaine arched his back and gave a small noise of relief when his back cracked. "Burnings, dunking people in water, all sorts of methods they used to try and figure out of someone was a 'witch'."

The holster was undone and slid from his arm and out of belt loops to be set on the table. The towel once again came into play as he set to getting the small, random splatters of goop off of it.

"It's easy to tell if someone is a witch in my world. They set you on fire first." He squinted down his blade and wiped congealed blood from the inscription with small, circling motions of the rag.

"It's difficult for me to imagine a world without anything like that. I'm not sure if it sounds easier or harder to me. I suppose everything has a trade off." It felt good to have a bit of a break from the horrors outside, something to take his mind off of the events of the night thus far.

That got a snort out of Blaine as he slid his gun into the cleaned holster and put it back on the table. He took off the belt and laid it on the table, opening up the pouches and taking out the shells and magazines inside of it. Yeah, he had even more ammo besides what he'd taken out of the jacket pockets.

"We don't have witches or magic. No spirit world that I know of, but we have these." He held up a shell, looking at Duncan over it. "Lots and lots of these. No magic required."

Given his choice, he'd take a mage. That was a depressing thought, touching on things from earlier he didn't want to think about right now. Instead he stayed with the topic of the guns. "Gordon has been helping me practice with a .45. I don't hate it." It was faster and more efficient than a bow, easier to attain accuracy, too.

"It makes sense to have long and short range weapons here. The challenges we face vary so." It made sense at home, too, but that was also why so few people fought alone. Loners with very rare exceptions didn't do well in Thedas.

"Don't hate it, but don't like it either?" he asked, setting the shell down into the half empty box. There weren't many left. He was still up in the air about going back out, but if he did he'd have to get more ammo. The shot gun was his weapon of choice for zombies. Fuck accuracy. Just point in the general direction and done.

"You don't have the same variety of challenges at home? You have swords and mages. Aren't they long and short range, too?" Blaine was long range, preferably. Given the chance, you wouldn't know what hit you. He'd be 100 yards or more off when you went down and gone long before the first siren.

"It's loud," he said. As someone accustomed to stealth tactics, having any weapon whose use automatically announced one's precise position seemed counter-intuitive. He hadn't yet learned any tactics to compensate for that.

"Yes, but the technology here vastly complicates things. Force fields, electronic locks, all but impregnable vehicles. Also when we're sent into their past, we have no way of knowing what they have. We go in mostly blind. No matter where I went in Thedas, I was guaranteed to have some idea of what to expect. Not so here."

"There are noise suppressors." Or you could just be so far away it doesn't matter if someone hears it. The person is dead and anyone nearby has no idea what happened. "Most guns aren't for sneaking around."

Blaine gave a slight shrug of one shoulder. "Explosives take care of some of those. Armor piercing bullets are another. We don't have force fields quite like these, so other than cutting it off from its power source I can't say much about it. I do understand having no idea what to expect. This is in my future as well, but when we go into the past it's a totally different thing as well. I guess I'm just better equipped to deal with changes like that, since the technology isn't so far off for me. It's at least familiar in some way."

"How well do they work?" He found it hard to imagine anything could get one of those things completely silent. He nodded. They weren't for sneaking around, which made them less useful to him than they might be to others.

"Yes. Precisely, and it is so for many who are here it seems." He didn't particularly sound resentful. It was just one more puzzle piece to work out. He finished with his dagger and shoved it back into its sheath. Only then did he attempt to clean more of the gore from the rest of him, and that was a more cursory wiping.

"Pretty well. Especially on smaller calibers." He had a few at home that were specially made, but for his .45 and .38 there was definitely more to be desired on the noise reduction part. "I may see what they have in stock here. It's the future, so maybe it's even better than at home."

Blaine started loading the magazines up with bullets as he sat there. Most were full because he had found a safe-ish spot to stop and reload, but he'd gone through two after finding Duncan. The longer he sat the more he thought better of going back out there. If he was going to do more clean up, it would be on the other side of a scope. His rifle was upstairs, so either way he was going to have to go back to his room. "You can always ask me questions. Lord knows I pepper you with plenty of them."

"I'll look into that when I become comfortable enough to carry one more regularly." He thought that for him it made more sense than a bow. He had never been particularly good with them. In close fighting was easier.

"I appreciate the offer. When we're not up to our necks in undead, I'll probably take you up on it." He was getting antsy again. There were still people he knew unaccounted for, and he wanted to find them.

"I believe I'm heading back out again," he said, tossing the soiled towels aside in a hamper.

There's a slight grin. "A double threat. Or is it triple?" Blaine didn't know all of what Duncan could do. That was something he was going to have to fix later on. "We always seem to be ass deep in something whenever we talk."

Blaine lifted his chin. "Be safe. I'm in for the night." He still had his issues with darkness and closed-in spaces and he wasn't going to risk it.

"Whatever I need to be," he said. Expanding his battle repertoire could only help. "This is true. I've used most of my down time to learn the layout of the city and some of the ruins beyond."

He nodded. "You as well." He didn't linger, never one for good-byes or see you laters when that wasn't a given.

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