Post by Locutus Ferox on Aug 12, 2011 19:57:49 GMT -5
The rest of the crowd looked somewhat curiously at Joseph when he addressed the female officer. They weren't quite sure what he was talking about, looking at her dress and not seeing anything wrong. The officer chuckled softly and looked to the commander."Permission to change into something more... suitable, for the honorable Reichminister?"The Commanding officer gave her a confused look, but nodded to her. She passed through the door that Hitler would shortly pass through as he walked over to the trio.
Hitler stood there and waited out Joseph's initial reaction. He stayed silent, patient even as Joseph accused him of being a fraud, and he didn't even flinch when Goebbels' hand connected with real skin and flesh. After Goebbels turned to leave, the man rubbed his cheek that had been slapped and calmly looked over to Goebbels."Leaving so soon Joe?"
Hitler watched Goebbels, his eyes taking a slightly somber look."I haven't seen you in some time. I had begun to think the worst had happened to you. I had been hoping we could talk together, discuss what has happened. I understand, however, if you wish to leave. At least allow me to present a parting gift?" The man didn't refute the claims of his falsehood, he didn't try to defend himself, he merely gazed at Joseph with a faint look of sorrow. It was that look one gets when they hear bad news about a friend, but try to keep it together.
The female officer returned shortly after in silence, walking over to take the spot she had recently vacated. Now she had a proper dress shirt on, and her shorts had been replaced with a proper dress skirt, one that went down to about the knees. She looked between the group as Joseph reached the door, not saying anything at the tense situation.
Meanwhile no amount of force would pry that door open no matter how hard Fisk or Joseph tried, it stayed firm, ignoring all attempts at passage. After the man stopped speaking the room fell into Eerie silence, only broken by the faint purring growl of that large dracolich situated above the door.
Locutus stood on the far end of the door, gathering the ambient energy from the complex to fuel that ball of elemental energy. He purposely used the background energy of the complex to add to it, in hopes that he could weaken the barrier and strengthen the blast at the same time. Soon electrical arcs were leaping from his palm, striking objects stirred up by the wind and vaporizing some of them, setting others on fire. The globe looked like a small star now, bright and seeming to shimmer due to the electricity. It wouldn't be long before he would let it rip at the door. Hopefully it would go through it.
Last Edit: Aug 12, 2011 19:58:07 GMT -5 by Locutus Ferox
Post by Joseph Goebbels on Aug 12, 2011 22:13:44 GMT -5
Joseph turned back and glared at the false Hitler. "Listen here. Never, in my life, have you called me Joe. You called it an American slur for someone to call me that. No, you always used Doktor. The Volksdoktor, People's Doktor." he said, his voice low and seething. He glanced to the girl and nodded at her. That was more respectable dress. But then his eyes swung back to connect with Hitler's. "Feared something had happened to me. Feared something had happened?! You blew your brains out on a couch while my wife poisoned all six of my children, then shot herself in the head! I barely made it out of that bunker, everyone else except your traitorous snake of a secretary and that fat coward Hewel died! And had the honor to stay dead, what's more. So whatever you think you're doing by putting on this charade, spirit, it's not working. I know what happened in my own life, and what you are doing is not only slander, it's disgusting." he felt like taking a gun and shooting this false puppet, but such an action would only earn him bullets from the rest of the crowd...and unlike them he couldn't simply take such a barrage.
Fisk put a shaking hand on Joseph's shoulder, which the short man shrugged off in fury and limped back to the undead Hitler. "Listen you. I want no gift of yours. Your last gift to me was the Chancellory, and only I know how that turned out because you're dead! You don't know what happened because you stuck a pistol next to your skull! We all heard it! Don't make me slap you again. Get out of my sight, apparition! I don't believe in God but I swear by all that's holy I will end you if you continue to keep up this charade!" The troll edged toward the door. He had the uncomfortable feeling that Joseph was going to attack, but the door was locked. He couldn't tug at it with any force without arousing suspicion, so simply stood by the door and watched the small man rail against someone so much taller than him. Joseph seemed to run out of steam, standing there, shaking from pain and rage. He was exhausted, dehydrated, and in far too much pain to do anything more. He sank down onto the floor, grabbing his head in his hands. "This isn't real. This isn't real. Why is my head torturing me after all these years? I should have just killed myself with the rest of you. Next my wife's going to walk through those doors and I really will kill myself..." he said quietly against his palms, and Fisk was shocked to hear Joseph start crying. Genuinely crying, shoulders shaking. The troll understood this was all a nightmare...but where was the god in all this? Locutus should have come through those doors by now.
"Faith moves mountains, but intelligence moves them to the right place."
Post by Locutus Ferox on Aug 17, 2011 19:45:38 GMT -5
"Things change over time Reichminister Goebbels."The man seemed to back off to a more passive stance at the second rebuke, walking slowly over towards Goebbels but stopping a few feet from him. He opened his hand and turned it over, letting a small object fall to the floor. The lead object bounced a couple times before spinning to a stop at Goebbels' feet.
If Joseph cared to look, the small object was a small caliber round, the same as used in Hitler's sidearm. The head was partially caved in where it had struck solid matter in it's path. The man claiming to be Hitler sighed and shook his head before wandering back over to where he was before.
The air was filled with an odd bit of silence as the man who appeared to be Hitler kept his silence. His eyes were on Goebbels as he seemed to be waiting for something to happen. It was as if perhaps if he waited long enough Joseph would come to his senses. The men stood silent, all eyes kept forward as per military regulation, though some occasionally turned towards Goebbels. Mind you it was difficult to tell, their eyes mostly being comprised of that bright red glow within their empty eye sockets.
The dracolich growled slightly louder as Goebbels and the troll stood by the door, it's eyes, unlike the rest of them, clearly on Goebbels, and Goebbels alone. It completely ignored Fisk as if he wasn't there. That tail skittered along the concrete, drawing up that similar sound of bone on stone as it waited. The whole room appeared to be waiting. Waiting for something. It was as if the world had taken in a deep breath and now stood at a standstill. The tension in the room was so present one could almost suffocate from it... Unfortunately for Goebbels, Locutus wasn't there to offer any help in the matter, for now, Joseph appeared to be on his own with Fisk.
Post by Joseph Goebbels on Aug 17, 2011 20:20:43 GMT -5
Joseph flinched from the bullet hitting the floor like someone had thrown a bomb next to him. He eyed the bullet, still crying but not daring to peel his eyes away from it. For a moment Fisk was terrified he really would kill himself. This apparition seemed to be encouraging it...begging for it. Was this why he had been drawn here? The ghosts here wanted him dead, and would mask their intentions so well to accomplish it? Fisk's heart was in his throat. The whole room was baited and waiting, like a stage leaning forward in their seats at the climax of a play. Joseph slowly stood up, clutching the bullet. He walked over to one of the soldiers and removed a revolver from his belt, eyeing the man. Daring him to protest. He loaded the bullet into the gun and clicked it shut, resting back against the wall. He couldn't stand, his foot was threatening to buckle completely. Joseph slid down the wall, cocking the weapon. "People change. I turned from a family man with a happy life into a drunk. But I'm still a better person than this shadow of you is." he said quietly, lifting his hand and firing square at Hitler's head. He was shocked for a moment how much kickback the weapon had in his shaking hand, but his finger kept pumping the trigger.
When he felt the empty rounds click into place he dropped the gun, staring at the apparition to see what effect his bullet had done. He was breathing like a mouse, sweat rolling down his neck. Fisk was on his guard now, glaring at the dracolich. Bullets a troll could handle without too much damage, their flesh simply closed over the steel. But the dragon was something else entirely. Fisk stood over Goebbels, turning his attention to the room. "Look. This ain't a show. All of you fuck off." Fisk growled, his brusqueness mostly borne out of a titanic fear they would all start shooting. He wasn't sure even he could protect Goebbels against that many automatic weapons. In fact, he was sure he couldn't. But Joseph was the only thing real here...shattered, in pain and drunk but still real.
This puppet show was more frightening than anything the two men had seen in their entire lives. Goebbels seemed useless for the moment, clutching his head and trying to get ahold of his sobs. Fisk gently pushed them away from the door, away from the dragolich. "All of you. I mean it." Fisk said, pointing at the door.
Post by Locutus Ferox on Aug 20, 2011 3:32:56 GMT -5
The first round bit through the man's nose cavity, It traveled through and blew out the other side of his head. The second round followed, hitting the man in the eye and again exiting out the back of his skull. The third hit him in the jaw, knocking out a few teeth before exiting the rear like the other two. The fourth grazed the side of his head and the fifth missed completely due to the wild aiming the man behind the trigger was doing.
Click. Smoke rose from the gun and the man stumbled back a few paces. Silence filled the room for a few moments as the man who appeared to be Hitler clutched his face from where the rounds impacted. The figure then dropped to a knee, looking as if he were about to drop completely from the sudden barrage of bullets. However at that same instant the rest of the room snapped from it's silence. Dozens of machine guns and rifles were suddenly brought up. The room was filled with the metal clicking of firearms being brought to the ready. Those that weren't loaded, quickly became so. The safeties clicked off and they were all brought to bare on Joseph and the troll.
The Dracolich roared in protest, which was soon joined in by the other dragon that had gone unnoticed in the back of the room. The entire room appeared ready to kill Joseph. Then suddenly the man he had shot got back to his feet, much to anyone's probable disbelief."Wait wait! Don't shoot him. Don't... Don't shoot him. He is just in shock. Let me speak with him."The figure who should have had his head blown clean off approached Goebbels. Now there was no trace of the bullets that had just ripped through him. Each and every hole had disappeared magically, as if he hadn't been shot at at all. The man made to speak again, however he was cut off by a tremendous roar as the room shook.
Locutus glared at the door as the elemental energy within his hands finally reached an acceptable level. The deity parted his fingers, curving his hands back as if they were opening gates. As soon as they pulled back the beam of brilliant light shot out of his hand and flew down the hall like some kind of particle accelerator. Arcs of electricity reminiscent of a plasma globe shot out of the beam in all directions, connecting with the concrete and metal walls as it shot down the hall at supersonic speeds.
Wind and electricity propelled the beam forward at insane velocities. In it's wake was left a spherical wake as it melted the walls of the complex on all sides, leaving a deep trail on all four walls. Instantaneously what little silicon there was in the walls turned to glass as the superheated beam continued along it's path. In a mere instant it reached the doorway.
The barrier that barred Locutus's passage also kept the door intact for that beam to reach it. The blast hit the door with earth-shattering speed and force, the initial impact enough to shake the complex. The blast fanned out as it struck the door for a mere moment, forming a mushroom not unlike a nuclear blast as it connected with the door. In the next fraction of an instant the door and a large portion of the wall of that high ceiling room adjacent to the hallway was blown outward into the room beyond. Fragments exploded towards the far side, carried by the supersonic winds that rotated every which direction in a spherical pattern, threatening to shower the inhabitants with lethal high velocity shrapnel. However, once the barrier was broken, the magic holding the pieces intact vanished along with it. Left to their mortal integrity the pieces were instantly incinerated by the heat they absorbed from that blast.
The beam continued to the far wall for another split instant as it's power was dying out. It struck the far wall, mushrooming out again as it blasted a hole within that thick concrete. As it's power dissipated the blast subsided, leaving the far wall a glowing crater. The Dracolich had narrowly jumped back towards the far side of the exploding wall before it blew out, avoiding a quick death by a mere instant and six feet. Still, everyone in the room would have felt a quick blast of intense heat, as if they had been exposed to the blast fumes of a jet engine. Not enough to burn, but enough to make you think you had.
The dust settled and silence filled the air as the majority of the room now looked towards the new hole in their installation wall. They kept their firearms trained on Goebbels and the troll but obviously this disturbance demanded their attention to some degree. After all, walls did not just... explode. Not normally anyway. A long moment of tension held within the room until finally out of the darkness stepped a lone figure.
Black military style steel toed boots were the first to enter the light, stepping onto the still faintly glowing floor that like the hallway had a cylindrical crater all the way to the far wall. Next came the dark pants. Thick cargo-style pants, perfect for holding various objects in their numerous pockets. Then came that black tank top followed by a pair of highly muscled arms. Clutched in one of those arms was a long, curved piece of wood. Upon either end a string was attached that connected it to the far end. It was the unmistakable silhouette of an ornate, but still very deadly, longbow. Then came that muscled chest and neck of the figure. Upon the figures back the hilt of a large blade came into sight followed soon after by the bald and chiseled head of Locutus.
A set of agitated and alert eyes looked out over the crowd as he stood there. Internally he was slightly shocked at what he found. He had sensed what was behind the door, but he hadn't expected this. The sight was highly unusual, even to the deity."I see you found Goebbels for me,"came a smooth reply, the deity obviously talking to the people who had their weapons trained on the Reichminister and troll.
The Hitler figure looked towards Locutus and smiled."Ah yes, welcome. And what brings you to bunker 437, Locutus?"
Last Edit: Aug 20, 2011 3:35:34 GMT -5 by Locutus Ferox
Post by Joseph Goebbels on Aug 20, 2011 14:06:31 GMT -5
"Don't talk to me." Joseph said quietly. "You're no more Hitler than the pile of ashes floating down the river." he settled against the wall, expecting to be shot. The real Adi would have thought of this as something of a romantic amusement. Shot by ghosts of fallen soldiers. But he thought he was ready to die by this point. He'd seen too much today. "Down!" Fisk roared, hitting the deck when the beam exploded through the door. Joseph, being short already and sitting on the ground, avoided it easily. Though when Fisk saw Locutus stepping out of the smoke and rubble, relief flooded his veins. God, finally. It was their savior.
Joseph looked over at Locutus, and took a deep breath. His foot was burning, the very bones numb from pain. He'd never had the brace off this long, and his muscles were struggling to try and support the warped structure. He heaved himself onto his feet, tears springing to his eyes, and half-limped, half-ran to Locutus. He reached the man and grabbed him around the middle in an embrace, hissing and tucking his head against his chest. He was in so much pain, emotionally and physically, all he could do was cling to the diety like a baby baboon. Joseph Goebbels didn't often brazenly abandon his image like this, even mourning, to become something so embarrassing as a man clinging to another like lovers. Fisk eyed the men aiming guns at them, slinking toward the other two. He bared his impressive teeth at them, warning them to stay back. The troll wasn't sure even he could kill ghosts of this caliber.
"Let us leave." Fisk ordered the ghost masquerading as the Fuhrer. "Put these souls to rest, and let us leave. It is not right what you're doing, spirit." he was emboldened by the fact he had a god at his back. Fisk was beginning to wonder why Locutus had brought Joseph here in the first place. A safehouse, perhaps? Or was he using the small ex-Reichminister to draw out these spirits like flies to honey? Joseph had his eyes squeezed shut, his foot lifted off the ground, fingers clenched against Locutus. He'd never speak of this moment ever again as long as he lived, it was deeply embarrassing. Or would be, when he felt like he wouldn't pass out.
"Faith moves mountains, but intelligence moves them to the right place."
Post by Locutus Ferox on Aug 27, 2011 11:08:46 GMT -5
Locutus's eyes widened momentarily as Goebbels suddenly made for the deity. Suddenly his hand would come up at the same time the entire room turned to them. The room was suddenly full of the sound of firearms going off. The report of semi-automatic rifles, automatic "assault rifles" and light machine guns deafened out most other noises as a wall of lead sped towards the trio.
The bullets closed in to within a few feet of the three figures before they came to a stop. The rounds hung in the air as if having struck some invisible wall, save for the fact they remained intact instead of crumpling as they should have. The deity kept his gaze on the crowd and his hands up until the click of the final rounds filled the air. The sound died down within the room save for the sound of brass tumbling to the floor as the last rounds were ejected from the chambers.
The crowd stood stunned as an almost literal wall of lead stood in front of the Goebbels, Locutus, and Fisk. Not a single round had managed to penetrate this curtain of bullets which now hung in the air as if suspended by some invisible material. Locutus effortlessly flicked his wrist and suddenly that massive collection of shot rounds were projected back at their casters. The rounds shredded through the crowd, puncturing skin and flesh, but mostly bone. The five up front were peppered with the rounds they had just sent down range.
The bullets effortlessly shredded through row after row of undead soldiers, blasting through old bone and continuing on to the next soldier and the next before they showered the far wall. Holes dotted every soldier as they stood there facing the trio, blood oozing out of the five up front.
However, like Goebbels' earlier attempt to shoot the man who appeared to be Hitler, the motion proved to be futile. The holes visibly began to seal on the five frontal figures, healing up before their very eyes. The men behind them seemed even less bothered by the sudden spray of lead that cut through them like a hot knife through butter. The crowd simply began to reload their weapons, dropping out the empty magazines and putting in fresh ones. They drew their bolts back and loaded in rounds, prepared to open fire yet again.
The Hitler figure looked between the crowd and the trio and seemed to be having a bit of difficulty deciding what to do. He seemed to be wanting still to keep the piece between the two sides, despite fighting already breaking out. "Is this really necessary gentlemen? Can we not talk things out?" His words came out with a firm tone, but the voice was muted. He wasn't quite sure that they had heard them judging on their reactions, or rather, lack there of.
Locutus reached up and grabbed an arrow. He then knocked it and drew back the string. The arrow itself seemed a bit peculiar. The tip of the arrow appeared to be double-barbed. That is, it had barbs going in opposite directions. One normal set flared to the rear, but a second set, on the front end of the arrow, flared forward, in reverse of the other set, as if designed to be difficult to remove in either direction. The shaft appeared to be made of a dark wood, though was hard to identify given it's size and the distance from it, factored in with the fact it didn't remain still for long.
Locutus aimed the arrow at one of the five "living" creatures up front. It was one of the females, who in turned glared at him. Then he suddenly released the arrow. The projectile flew from the bow with near lightning speed as over a thousand pounds of draw force catapulted the arrow across the gap. The officer got lucky enough and managed to dance to the side as it was being released. The arrow missed the woman by mere centimeters as it hurtled past her. The undead soldiers behind her weren't so lucky.
The arrow carved a path through several of the skeletal men. It hit the first on straight in the face. Immediately the skull exploded as the arrow passed through it like it was merely more air upon it's path. The bones suddenly fell apart as if the strings holding them together had disappeared. They then immediately turned to dust as the magic upon those ancient fossils dissipated. The arrow then struck four more in the chest area before it slammed into the far wall, burying itself up to the vanes in the back. The four other skeletal creatures, like the first, fell apart as the arrow sliced through them effortlessly.
Locutus reached back and grabbed the blade with one hand, stowing the bow with the other as he shifted from ranged to melee. The blade he drew, unlike his short blades, was nearly as tall as he was. It was also jet black, and reflected light as if it was made of glass. If anyone had to guess, the blade was constructed perhaps of Onyx, flint, or perhaps obsidian. Locutus brought the blade up, gripping the blade with both hands as he widened his stance. He looked over at Joseph without turning his head."You may want to step back."
