thegamermn:

Yet more OOC

Zetsubou:

ooc

Cedric stumbled through to the kitchen, still tipsy from drinking for 3 hours at a nearby pub before crawling back to bed.
He opened the fridge, the light showing the room. He hadn't bothered with any light switches. Instead of pajamas, Cedric had just decided on shorts and a black vest top, he had always hated pajamas.
He peered in the fridge and saw a half eaten birthday cake. There was no name and no candles.
Probably one of the kids birthdays... I wonder if they'd notice a piece missing.
He leaned one arm on the door, the other on his hip, deciding..

Malevolent Stranger:

OOC

Kane's eyes snapped open, he sighed and grabbed a set of twin sword sheathes from off the wall, he slipped the straps ove his shoulders and walked to the training room before unsheathing them, the silver blades glinting in the light, he then began his exercises, spinning, slashing, kicking, and stabbing as he fought off invisible opponents.

Ewan walked into the kitchen and saw High Master Cedric leaning on the door of the refrigerator. Ewan waited politely behind the High Master, until he noticed that it would be a while.

"Excuse me High Master... Do you mind handing me that cake in there? I had nearly forgotten about it, what with all the excitement today. Oh, and would you like a piece?"

Cedric turned and saw Ewan.
"This is your cake?" He asked, getting it out of the fridge and putting it on the table.
"And just call me Cedric, or Ced." He said, wondering if he had stepped the line earlier with Zeke.

"Alright... Cedric." Ewan grabbed plates and forks from the cabinet, and cut himself and Cedric each a piece of the cake. Putting it on the plates, he sat down. "I made it yesterday evening... I bake when I'm bored."

Ewan took a forkful in the cake and ate it, savoring the sweet frosting and sweet cake.

"What's on your mind? You look like you've got a lot going on in there..." Ewan tapped on Cedric's head.

Eliza had turned in, nestled deep is dreamland betwixt silken sheets letting caress her. She sweated as she imagined all sorts of terrifically sexy dreams of Rowan each one more explicit than the next as she thrashed and cried out from imagined pleasures. All of a sudden she jerked awake, she sensed something bad was approaching and the perimeter alarms were chiming in her head. She threw her covers off, realizing she was in her rather....revealing lacy nightgown she sat back down. She had a foreboding feeling, and as she wiped the sweat off her forehead she heard a large crash from above.

Cedric blinked, then sighed.
"Yeah I guess, just a lot of stuff has happened today." He said, barely finishing his sentence before there was a loud crash from above.
Cedric stood up, causing the chair he was sitting in to fall over with a clatter.
"Did you hear that?" He asked Ewan, who nodded and stood up as well.
Cedric grabbed a kitchen knife and made his way to the entrance of the Sanctuary, where he saw Rowan at the bottom of the trap door steps.
"Hey you okay?" He asked, looking up and seeing a lot of fur moving around above.
"Fucking shaggy mutts" Rowan said, before going unconcious from the knock to the head.

Cedric picked him up, putting the knife in the pocket of his shorts, he ran back to the kitchen.
"Hey Ewan, go wake up the Dweller, quick! I think those werewolves are attacking." He said, before running off up the nearest stairway.
I hope this is the right way.. He said, reaching the top.
He spotted a familiar mahogany door, and ran up to it, knocking harshly with one of his feet.

Eliza jumped up grabbing her sword and opening the door leveled the sword to swing but it was only Cedric dragging Rowan. She gasped, dropped her sword and cuddled him "Baby, are you OK?" "Come on, Liz werewolves are invading we gotta go now. Said Cedric. Eliza left Rowan on the floor and shut the door, picking up her sword and ran after Cedric. When they reached the bottom of the stairs a big burly werewolf had a kid by the neck and was shaking him about like a rag doll. Eliza leapt down channeling great power into her sword bringing down in a wave of deadly energy, causing the nearby werewolves to burst into bloody smears. Just at she brought her sword up to strike another it burst into flaming bits, Cedric had his gun and it was smoking. As another werewolf leapt at Eliza she jammed her sword into its mouth and ran as it ran after her, drooling blood. Cedric leapt after her as they ran towards the Library.

Kane heard the crash echo through the halls and headed for the entrance, not bothering to sheathe his swords. upon arrival he found himself staring at a crapload of ash and began heading off towards the library, following the sounds of claws on floors and lumbering gaits.

"We got any loud speakers, to wake people?" Cedric asked as they ran along the dark corridors. Even though he had been there for a long time, he never bothered to find these things out.
He tripped over his own feet, he was still waking up.
"Ouch, fuck my fucking toe." He said, hopping a few steps before catching up again.

Kane stopped for a few moments as a trail of furry backsides came into view

Eliza ran around the corner at top speed, Cedric stumbled but as they passed Kane he grabbed him and said "Run!" before passing him. Kane looked both ways confused, shouted an expletive and ran after them. Eliza stopped at the stairs to the Library and Cedric and Kane slammed into her from behind sending them all tumbling down in a crumpled heap. "Usually I like t meet a girl before i'm top of her." said Cedric from where he was squashed on top of her. She reached up and opened the door then threw the boys off of her and got inside. Ewan was hiding behind the Dweller where he stood in the middle of the Library. Cedric turned and point his gun at the door, his knife in his other hand. Eliza went into a defensive stance and faced the door. As it started to flex and strain as the werewolves threw themselves at it the Dweller cackled and said " Come all ye foolish beasts and let me turn you inside out"

the doors burst open and werewovles poured in but were stopped as they simultaneously burst into hellflames and burned to cinders. Looking at the Dweller he said "Turned their bones to silver" Eliza scoffed and said "Let me at them!" then she touched her signaling necklace "Jericho? Wake up! Lycans int eh base!"

"I'll go down to the lower levels, see if those things have reached the kids." Cedric said, looking at the wall of the library for the secret door he always used in a hurry. He opened it and ran down a dark staircase, the occasional swear echoing back up as he stepping on rocks in his bare feet.

Ewan hurried back to his own room in order to grab his weapons. He strapped the Double-Silver Shortsword to his belt and grabbed a few glass spheres of a special fluid.

Ewan hurried out, rushing back towards the library. Whilst running, he encountered one of the Lycans who turned and began to charge at him. Holding a sphere in his hand, he waited until the beast was close enough to strike.

"Let's play fetch..." Ewan said cleverly as he hurled the glass sphere into the gaping maw of the beast, the silvery fluid caking to its fur and burning its throat. As the Lycan writhed in pain, Ewan began running again.

"Why -fuck- are there so -fuck- many fucking rocks down here?!" Cedric raged, finally reached the bottom of the staircase.
He turned left and saw a thin crack of light ahead of him. He pushed against the wall, which opened up behind a painting somewhere 2 floors below the library. As soon as he had closed the door behind him, more werewolves came rushing down the corridor, snarling and baring their teeth.
He shot one in the side, causing it to burst into flames due to the silver bullets. He ran down the corridor with the other one following behind him, until he reached the end and did a roll on the floor, so he landed facing the remaning wolves.
He shot the others, and stopped to reload.

Eliza hacked and slashed through the remaining werewolves and rushed up the stairs, the Dweller trailing behind. She ran through darkened corridors as people stood bewildered, some held weapons. Some were wounded, others dead. She reached the central area to see Ewan come running towards them. They turned as they heard a barking explosion from up in the Masters quarters. "Alixadyr, where are you?" whispered Eliza as she ran up the stairs. "In the hall, Alixandyr stood in a night robe holding his cane at a now writhing in flames werewolf and Jericho stood in his door in shock "Invaders, we must go protect the others." and hurried with Jericho and Alixandyr down towards the Guardians quarters area below them on the other landing of the stairs.

Lycans

Alix rushed in, holding his cane.

Only it wasn't a cane. It was a musket, with a beautiful silver and Diamond bayonet attached to the end, it clearly came at quite a cost to him. He was instantly attacked by two, one of whom met an early end at a silver bullet to the face, which burst open. The other pounced Alix, who was still holding his gun. He brought the silver and diamond bayonet across its neck, and was instantly coated in a thick layer of red. In the excitement, however, his chest was slashed at, and he now had three thin cuts across his chest. He roared with bloodlust, and aimed and fired his gun again, a bullet taking a lycan in the back. The creature roared and turned around, however Alix had already put a bullet through the back of its head, however not before it knocked his bayonet. Alix detached the bayonet, placed it in his trenchcoat, And brought the eagle's head down into a creature, leaving it in pain. Alix grabbed his silver knife, and, grinning, ran one through, the knife breaking in its flesh. Alix's swears can be heard throughout the battle.

Cedric went crashing through the door backwards, causing several young students to scream in terror.
"Ouch... Hey! Get in the closet now! And don't come out till I say." He told them, rolling on his side and getting to his feet. Four werewolves came crashing through the door, getting stuck halfway in their eagerness.
Cedric shot 2 more bullets, destroying two of the Lycans, but also giving the remaining 2 room to charge.
He shot the third one as the 4th one slammed him to the floor, the only thing stopping it from ripping him apart was the small kitchen knife now lodged in its throat.
"Jeez, you bastards are heavy." He said, before closing his eyes and shooting it in the stomach.

Rowan's vision faded in and out as he struggled for conciousness on the floor. He got on his knees, throwing up in the process. He used his scythe as a cane and stood on his feet. "This is going to be impossible alone," Rowan whispered. "deCroix, come to me."

A dark tunnel formed at his feet, hellfire pouring out of it. Deep throated barks came from it, a slavering demon-dog appeared in front of Rowan. Four feet tall at the shoulder, it was a menacing hell hound capable of scaring most mortals to death. "deCroix, we hunt lycan tonight. Stay close, your master is hurt right now."

ae86gamer:

Whoa...