<shit fuck fuckity fucker fuck>
Alright hyena guy, get ready to kill something.
Please tell me I have some measure of things I could use to set things on fire. A lighter or somesuch. If not, ready the closest weapon-like thing I have, ie my pen. Get ready to murder things.
Also check to see what that thing what hit the desk was. It was the mayor's corpse, isn't it?
Actually let hyena guy do his thing. Still ready any weapons I have though.
Hyenakles grabs Xankaevo by the arm, and shakes his head. He motions to the deer shank.
Quietly poke the husk with the deer leg, and jiggle it around a bit. Be ready to hunt the fuck out of anything that comes near, unless of course that would get me killed.
The thing that hit the desk is most assuredly the mayor, considering the clothing. You can only see a bit of it from under the desk, but that little bit is more then enough. Hyenakles pokes it with his deer leg while Xan whips out his pen, since he cleverly left everything related to fire in the jeep when he loaded it up. This stunning combination of non-actions is brought to an abrupt halt a few seconds later when an albino hand seems to phase straight down through the top of the desk and toward the duo. The Hyena man dives out from under the desk, away from the phantom limb, but Xan is too slow. The hand reaches down, catches him by the arm and proceeds to pull every bone in his left arm, from Humerus to phalanges, out in one clean piece.
"What's going on?"
Peek out of my hiding spot to see how the shopkeeper and the merchandise are doing.
You peek out. The shop is still safe for the moment but the shop keeper is crawling over to you. She slithers over to your hiding place and shoves the syringe you were offering her back into your hands.
"Get some of their blood." She hisses at you, pointing out toward the street.
((Alright, I'll do that. I have that feeling that despite the fact that I have means for self-defence, my survival chances are somewhat tiny.))
- What the hell is that no... Oh God.
As the disturbing noises break out outside the diner, John grabs his things and gets behind the counter, preferably nearer to the kitchen door. With the sharp rod in his left hand and pistol in the right, he peaks out of the counter to look what's going on behind the big windows of the diner.
You grab your stuff and army crawl over to counter. You quickly hop it and fall prone on the other side. You retrieve your pistol and hold it in your right hand, the sharp rod in your left, and slowly peek out over the top of the counter. Out in the street there are several...you're not sure what the hell they are. Very tall albino fellows with 3 arms and no face. They seem to be moving via sort of phasing and teleporting around, appearing in front of random people on the street, jamming one of their hands into the poor passerby's head and tearing their entire skeleton out in one perfectly clean piece.
That is....less than great.
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