This side story will be the next few updates till completed, in the mean time I have been working on some artwork for future posts and am awaiting some information before posting information on ZED. So I present to you... Whispers and Nightmares - Part 2 (the next 6 pages).
Please keep in mind that each paragraph was made by someone in the group so the writing styles are a bit different. To make it slightly easier to distinguish different writers they have been color coded.
Whispers and Nightmares
Part 2
As she returned back to get her weapon she noticed a rather large doorway opened. It was big. Almost about three norns tall as a strange two legged creature comes through. A gigantic Skritt. It holds its large Zwihander with two hands and grins broadly as the entire lab then shakes twice. The Skritt blinks in confusion and glances back as it screams. The stone wall falls and crushes it as something even LARGER comes tromping in over the fallen wall.
Farellynn drops her shoulders a bit as she scrambles to pick up her weapons, knocking an arrow in quick succession and just blindly firing at whatever it was. The thing just felled a wall, she was not waiting for it to make the first move.
The creature had trouble getting through the door it blocking the light entirely as it wiggled through the door making a heavy cOOOooooooing sound as it finally managed to get through, it was round, bit... And a dark shade of blue... Blue like that of the water or something that would dwell in it - as it coOOOoooed again this time fire breathing from it's lips across the room.
Farellynn darted off to the side returning the bow to her back it was...it was a fire breathing quaggan?! Nope, not happening, not on her watch. Having both her daggers in hand she made for the creature attempting to shadow step onto or almost onto it's back to dig her weapons into it. As though using picks to climb a mountain.
The giant, yes - fire breathing quaggan made a high pitched, very painful scream as it felt Fare digging her daggers into it as the quaggan quickly rolled onto the ground to try and squish Fare off of it's back, it's tail slamming on the ground.
She was not really expecting the quaggan to roll especially not so quickly, and was forcibly slammed into the ground below, her hands slipped from her daggers which would remain in the quaggan. The ashen sylvari lay on the ground trying to reorient herself, trying to get her body to move, but alas it was taking its own sweet time. She attempted to collect her thoughts and figure out what exactly was going on around her.
Sanyja was late. Better late then never, though. The norn had stopped to pick up a variet of weaponry. She had with her a massive rifle, the size of the norn herself. The rifle was clearly designed to punch holes into something huge. Dragon perhaps? Who knew. Sanyja also had two pistols, a sword, a normal size sniper rifle, as well as a variety of explosive goodies. She was quite informed of what the heck this particular Inquest lab was housing. No chances today. She felt the shaking of the entire complex, and it only spurred her to move faster.
The norn finally made her way into the room which the cause of the shaking seemed to be. A giant...Quaggan? The he- No time for contemplation. In absolute display of speed and power, the norn hoisted the huge anti-tank style rifle into a 45 degree angle. Where was Fare? No time to think. Only time to annihilate. Sanyja held down the trigger, unleashing all four huge projectiles at the quagganzilla thing. Not even taking a chance, the norn ejected the cases and began to load four more rounds. Yep, gonna turn that quaggan into a pile of mush.
The quaggan screamed again with the yell of utter ear bursting pain... It glared at the norn seeing where the shots had come from. It opened it's mouth letting out a huge wave of fire it's tail smashing around behind it - barely missing Fare. The injuries on the quaggan oozed a green goo mixed with a silver shimmer to it - clearly abnormal... If a giant fire breathing quaggan wasn't irregular already...
Farellynn heard the shots ring out, she recognized the sound immediately that was the sound of divine intervention. The only reason she'd made it through her last Inquest adventure. Still trying to focus, Fare at least tried to pull herself out of the way of the smashing tail. She scrambled on her hands and knees to put distance between her and the quaggan.
In the light of the fire Fare might see runes along the quaggan, and the word "Cuddles" etched into it's skin like a collar.
Sanyja gave that quaggan the biggest 'fuck you' look in all of Tyria. She rolled to her right twice, ducking behind some sort of metal lab bench / thing. Better then no cover. The norn finished loading the last two rounds. She pulled back hard on the massive bolting lever. Sanyja sprung up, this time aiming all four rounds for the quaggan's head. Fuck that noise. The ejected casing of each massive round hit the ground with a loud thud. As soon as Sanyja finished the next four rounds, she began to load four more. It would be paramount to note that each bullet being loaded into the huge rifle (a rifle a bit bigger then a charrzooka in game) was about the size of the norn's arm from finger tip to elbow. Sanyja was armed to the teeth, carrying a large bag of ammo for this blasted rifle. The norn had a total of 16 shots left.
The quaggan was hit twice in the head the other two missing, but the flesh where the quaggan was hit was metal... It's head was metal?! It turned away from San trying to tail swipe her and anything nearby, still letting out the high pitch coo's of pain and doom. It's tail slammed down several timed now trying to make sure it got San.
By this time the sylvari had pulled herself to her feet, she was certainly going to feel that later, and it was probably going to hurt a lot more then. She /needed/ to get her daggers back, unfortunately they were on the other side of the quaggan now. She pulled her bow from her back whistling loudly to try and get the damn things attention as she knocked another arrow... she wanted a clear show at its eyes.
The giant quaggan looked over to Fare as it leaned over onto all it's fours, it already didn't have one eye thanks for the bullet that went into it's head and face as the whistle seemed to be familiar it started to run towards Fare...
San cursed, scrambling to get away from that fat piece of junk. She managed to stumble away from the tantrum, but not without several cuts all over her jacket due to flying glass, metal, and who knows what else. She noticed Fare whistling, and gave the leaf such a annoyed look. The opportunity was prime though. The quaggan was on all fours, back turned. Sanyja got down low, back to the floor. She used her legs to properly stabilize the rifle. She unloaded four more huge rounds at the quaggan. These were primarily aimed for the quaggan's back legs. She had every intention to blow them the fuck off. The norn rolled, grunting in pain. The recoil from the rifle was something fierce. Sanyja loaded four more shells into the rifle. She was down to 12 left in her ammo bag. She aimed the rifle for the quaggan again, hoping for another shot at it's face.
Farellynn seriously regretted the whistle now as the giant came charging towards her. She followed through with her plan though attempting to put an arrow into the quaggan's good eye. Hopefully with it blinded it wouldn't be as difficult to take out. After she let loose the arrow she focused her attention on her daggers, watching on in mild horror as Sanyja unloaded the gargantuan rounds into the quaggan.
The quaggan screamed as it's closest leg to San was blown off the other, heavily injured the blown off leg twitched and sparked?... Sparked... The other was bent to hell and back twisted and mangled from the blast. The quaggan had turned to the blast as the arrow aimed for it's eye missed, impaled on it's cheek now. It's hands clawed at the ground as it let forth more flames from it's mouth like a child having a tantrum flailing all over the place, it's tail slamming back into the ground to try and help it regain balance...
The sylvari took this chance to shadow step up onto the quaggan's back while Sanyja reloaded, she was going to have /her/ daggers back no matter what. However she didn't quite think the idea through and was nearly thrown off the by the flailing quaggan, gripping onto her daggers tightly she would push her legs against it's side hopefully putting enough distance between her and the beast as she tumbled toward the ground.
The quaggan continued to flail about like an unhappy child... The sound of it's scream would become a wailing sound of "OOooOOOoo" between spurts of fire from it's mouth.
Sanyja sighed, dashing quickly away from the flames. The norn skidded to a halt, able to load only two of rounds in. Again, she aimed for the head. The mouth in specific. It wanted to cry like a child? Sanyja was going to silence it like an unruly child, metaphorical slap to the face with artillery rounds. As the two rounds spiraled forward, she took cover behind some large test tube. She frowned at it, quickly loaded in two more rounds. She had a total of 12 left in the bag, and two in the large rifle. She waited for the next move ,hoping the quaggan did not spot her new cover.
The shots to the mouth would indeed shut the quaggan up they exploded in heat as the quaggan slumped down words escaping in it's last breath "Bye... Mu...mee... da...dee... loooov..vve....ooo...." the tail flopped twice more before becoming motionless on the ground the green and silver ooze spilling from it's mouth and any other injuries from the daggers, bullets and arrows that it had sustained...
Fare pulled herself to her feet, dusting herself off she looked around for Sanyja. Carefully the sylvari set her daggers back on her side before running a hand through her white head petals. She swayed a bit on her feet, before moving for cover herself, a part of the felled wall providing just that.
San whistled softly, beckoning Fare towards the large test tube she hid behind. The norn loaded four more rounds into the rifle. 8 left in the bag, plus 4 in the rifle. She sighed, not expecting to use THAT much ammo. The norn lit up a pipe, taking a big long drag. The packing smelled of a mixture of cherry blossoms and...Apples?
Fare reluctantly left her cover to go find Sanyja. She was grateful for the norns presence but not precisely pleased about it. She bounded across the open space to settle near Sanyja. Besides looking a bit crushed, and having been grazed by yet another plasma round earlier she looked pretty reasonably alright.
"Tch. Ye looks like ye gots tossed 'round a room full 'o sharp stuff. Werp...I s'pose dis room counts." Said the norn.
She handed Farellynn two pistols, magnums to be exact. Each one held a total of 6 rounds. She then handed Fare 12 more bullets, all of them stuffed away in a small box. "Ye best use dem. Daggers an' arrows ain' gunna cuts et fer anyt'ing else bigs."
The norn quickly put out her pipe, the packing pretty much spent. "C'mon. We best moves b'fer anudder fecked up abomination squirms on in..." She grunted, slowly peeking around the tube. The whole in the wall looked like a lovely place to go. "Oi, we shoulds 'ead through da 'ole..." She beckoned Fare. Time to move out.
Fare stared at the pistols, like 'Are you for fucking real? Really?' but she paced them at her side, no intention of using them. She hated pistols. She was not very impressed that they had sent San of all people, but it wasn't like she was in any place to argue with them or could afford to turn down the help. She didn't really say anything to San, mostly because she didn't have anything nice to say besides 'Thank you' and as if she were going to tell the norn that. Carefully she pulled herself to her feet trailing behind the large norn woman.
The fallen wall hole behind them as they continued on. The room ahead was rather dark until a light flickers on dimly into a smaller room. The corridor had stretches on for nearly a good half mile as the voice suddenly rings in around them. Male voice "You killed quaggan Cuddles.... YOU KILLED QUAGGAN CUDDLES!!!! ...Just for that... Bookahs!" The walls slide open grinding against stone as miniature test tubes jut forward. Stacked above each other in threes holding what looked like bugs in gel goop. They open along throughout the entire corridor as the tubes slide open and spills the liquid on the ground. The bugs skittering around and flapping their wings as a few begins to fly up.
The norn literally face-palmed, eye twitching with irritation. "Feckin' nutters..." She mumbled. Sanyja flung the large rifle over her shoulder. The norn dug into a side satchel, pulling out four grenades. Incendiary grenades to be exact. Each one had a flame symbol and a small note of warnings. Your standard issue warnings of use indoors. She turned to Fare briefly. "I 'ope ye ain' afraid 'o fire..." Grinned the norn. Without hesitation, she tossed two grenades down the hall. Tick, tick, tick. The grenades would go off any second in a dazzling display of pyrotechnics.
Farellynn was thankfully behind San, though she was concerned as to the fact they were in a very very long corridor with only so many incendiary grenades and who know how many bugs? did they bite, were they flame retardant? Who knew, but it was not as though she had a better plan.
The grenades going off into a flame broilery ball. The bugs all catching fire in the flames as they buzzed around. As the fire continued to burn them down they started to crackle and pop like fireworks. Silver compounds spilling about all over the walls and floors as it started to sizzle in heat causing steam to appear within the corridor. Soon enough all the bugs were destroyed. The silver on the ground and walls continued to heat almost to a boiling point to where it landed.
Farellynn watched on from behind Sanyja, or as best she could through the steam. She pushed the norn woman forward it would be best not to linger long in this corridor. Thought the boiling point and continued heat contained by the silver substance was an interesting attribute. She would have to ask Abranka about it one day... if they ever spoke again. "Watch your step San." Were actually the first words she'd said to the woman at all.
The norn shrugged, stuffing the two grenades back from where they came. "Aye, aye. I ain' da one made 'o plant. Dun cook yerself like a stew." She said, chuckling.
Sanyja made careful to step around any flaming piles of silver goo. She continued down the hall, dragging Fare along behind her. "Ye coulds a'least say 'T'anks fer da 'elp Sanyja!' Or 'Gee, T'anks fer showin' ups!" Reals, dat be so 'ard?"
Drips of water land on Sanyja's head.
"Oooh, my poor Cuddles! Husband! These bookahs can't stay here!" cried out a female's voice in the distance.
The norn brushes off the top of her hood, looking around for the voices. Eventually she just looked up. The norn sighed,rummaging into another satchel and pulling out two flash bang grenades. "C'mon leaf..." She grunted, tugging her along more. "Ye best get dem pistols ready.."
Fare shrugs a bit, looking around, she continually checks behind them, because if she were going to spring an ambush it would be from a room someone had already cleared. Fare thought about the pistols a moment and really wanted to tell San what she though about them, but kept her mouth shut anyhow. After a moment she does speak, "I both love and hate you San... Thanks for pulling my ass out of the fire... one more time."
Nothing seemed to be in the area. Even the water droplets. Part of the water system perhaps. Or the thick moisture in the air. A strange hack and cough is heard within the area as they walked along on top of grates now. Down below was several asura all gnashed and gnarled with flesh torn from them with metallic objects all over them. All with glowing eyes of different colors as they stared at them. Continually. Entering into another room were test tubes aligned along the wall. These tubs were large and had different colors. Purple, pink, red, blue, yellow, orange, and white. The purple one spills open as the figure lands onto the ground. This one looks to be sylvari. Only it had a mix of plants and stitched flesh over it. She spoke out in a raspy female voice. "My name is Farellynn. I work for TACo and I betrayed my friends. I would slit the throat of a thousand just to do my duty!" She chuckles cold staring with... no eyes.
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