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The Milliways portal door is a capricious, fickle thing. It had opened for Gordon earlier when he'd tripped over the charred, blackened remains of a lurking zombie while firing a sawblade into its still-mobile companion. Then it'd gone and opened again, back to Ravenholm, just as he was leaning forward to check and see whether the zombie that'd loomed over him before had gone.

The blade had flown true and eradicated the zombie threat, but in the moonlight that trickled through the cracks in the boarded-up window and badly patched roof, Gordon could see he still wasn't alone...

Date: 2008-07-29 02:56 pm (UTC)
smelltheashes: (headcrab zombie)
From: [personal profile] smelltheashes
And not just any zombie, either. The ones pursuing them had been still sort of human-shaped, for all their missing parts. The skinless ones were... well, about what you'd expect for a moving corpse with neither skin nor much muscle mass left. This one is bent low, its knuckles nearly brushing the cobblestones. What little of its skin is visible is a repulsively bloated reddish-purple, mottled like a livid bruise. And the black thing covering what used to be its head isn't alone; there are at least three or four more of them clinging to the creature, studding its back like pustules about to erupt.

With a wet snuffling noise it turns in Dinah's direction and tears one of the black headcrabs loose from its torso.

Date: 2008-07-29 03:04 pm (UTC)
raptorcanaria: (intense)
From: [personal profile] raptorcanaria
Dinah moves fast, bring the crowbar up to bat the incoming crab away like a baseball.

But not fast enough. The bar misses entirely amnd the crab lands on Dinah's upper arm. She inhales sharply through her teeth, drops the crowbar and yanks the crab off to throw it away.

She doesn't need a helpful voice to tell her about neurotoxins, though. She crumples to the floor, gasping in pain.

Date: 2008-07-29 03:41 pm (UTC)
raptorcanaria: ([young] worried)
From: [personal profile] raptorcanaria
Dinah's pulse is raising, fortunately enough. She's curled up in a foetal position, sweat and tears pouring down her face as her breaths come in gasps.

When he speaks to her, she gives a shallow nod and tries to move - to get up.

Her entire body feels like it's peeling away from her bones, but they've got to keep moving.

Date: 2008-07-29 05:39 pm (UTC)
raptorcanaria: ([young] worried)
From: [personal profile] raptorcanaria
"Mmmm." Dinah says. She's trying to move but she's not getting very far. Instead she manages to grab onto him, tight.

"'M fine."

She's really not.

Date: 2008-07-29 06:08 pm (UTC)
raptorcanaria: ([young] irritated)
From: [personal profile] raptorcanaria
It's more effort than Dinah is willing to accept, just opening her mouth to take the stuff, but at least she can't really taste it. Her mouth, like everywhere else, hurts too much.

Gasping, she takes a couple of sips, then downs the rest at increasingly fast speed.

When it's gone, she's coughing in distaste.

"That is nasty."

Date: 2008-07-30 07:59 am (UTC)
raptorcanaria: ([young] blegh)
From: [personal profile] raptorcanaria
He doesn't need to: or Dinah won't admit that he needs to. She stands up extra straight and walks in, leaning on the wall inside as the only outside indication that she still kind of wants to throw up.

"I do not like those crab things."

Date: 2008-07-30 01:41 pm (UTC)
raptorcanaria: ([young] worried)
From: [personal profile] raptorcanaria
"You've eaten them?"

Dinah blanches, mostly because the lurching of the elevator doesn't feel so hot right now.

"Stuck for food?"

Date: 2008-07-30 02:01 pm (UTC)
raptorcanaria: ([young] putting up with it)
From: [personal profile] raptorcanaria
"Right," Dinah says, stubbornly readying herself to fight or run, whichever is needed. But she intends to fight. She dropped the crowbar down below, but she flexes her hands in preparation.

Date: 2008-07-30 02:08 pm (UTC)
smelltheashes: (headcrab zombie)
From: [personal profile] smelltheashes
It's not as if she has a choice. The cart is coming, yes, but it's moving perilously slowly- and there are three, perhaps four, of the skinless horrors clambering up the pipe. The first one gets a shotgun blast to the head, but the second leaps past its fallen comrade and lets out a hideous bray.

Date: 2008-07-30 02:20 pm (UTC)
raptorcanaria: ([young] training)
From: [personal profile] raptorcanaria
Dinah doesn't give it enough time to finsh making that noise. She travels forward to deliver a firm Gastrizein and throw it off the roof.

She's not at 100%, but she can still fight.

Date: 2008-07-30 02:38 pm (UTC)
raptorcanaria: ([young] training)
From: [personal profile] raptorcanaria
"Get it now," Dinah suggests. "I'll hold them."

She does so when they arrive by kicking the one zombie at the other to make them both fall.

Date: 2008-07-30 02:58 pm (UTC)
raptorcanaria: ([young] putting up with it)
From: [personal profile] raptorcanaria
It doesn't stop Dinah from giving him an annoyed expression, but she's annoyed at still not feeling well rather than any particular gender chivalry, for what that's worth.

After stepping into the cart she leans against the side, one hand resting on her stomach.

Date: 2008-07-30 03:13 pm (UTC)
raptorcanaria: ([young] listening)
From: [personal profile] raptorcanaria
She takes Grigori's hand down, but not Gordon's arm, whether she needs it or not, and walks carefully but proudly as she follows the Father, glancing arund with interest

She has a lot of questions, but no idea if they'd mark her out as an offworlder or not, so she doesn't ask them.

Date: 2008-07-30 03:22 pm (UTC)
smelltheashes: (Father Grigori)
From: [personal profile] smelltheashes
"You are to be commended for avoiding my traps," Father Grigori notes with an expression equally pleased and rueful. "The work of a man who once had too much time on his hands, and now finds time for nothing but the work of salvation."

The church itself's been emptied of most of its seating. Not gutted, as that would imply things being torn off the walls and generally ripped apart. It still bears more than a few of the flourishes that mark Eastern Orthodox churches: the intricate metalwork altar screen covered in icons, the wall about halfway down the center aisle with symbolic doors in either side, the stained-glass windows through which the moon is just beginning to shine again...

Date: 2008-07-30 03:33 pm (UTC)
raptorcanaria: ([young] grin)
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Dinah looks, and snorts in laughter.

It doesn't settle her stomach, but once she'sstarted she just carries on giggling.

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