“That sounds great, thanks,” she said quietly. “Though I might not be useful weapon-wise. Until today, I’ve never seen a gun in real life, much less used one. I’m probably better off with something that I can use my hands with, like whatever I had whacked that zombie with earlier.”
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I looked over at Rae, walking over. “Hey, neither have I. We’re both new to this. We’ll be ok.” I smiled reassuringly. “Besides, we might get Froyo!”
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Location: The Mystery Shack.
“Hopefully the catacombs aren’t as bad as the surface.” The blue haired girl stated. “Oh trust me- It is.” Angel warned.
The other girl caught the blaster, grinning. “Shît’s going to go down if we’ll need these.” She commented. “Use it wisely, And don’t accidentally shoot someone.” Angel chuckled.
“Look’s like we’re all geared up for the most part. If anyone has additional queries, feel free to bug Angel. She’s the one who built all of this after all. If some of you aren’t quite ready, I can take a small group outside for target training. The forest is all around us, just choose a few trees and plaster a target board. We’ll all be experts by the end of the summer.” Oliver asked.
Angelica went outside to go ahead and handle the trip, Packing food just in case. “Anyone who’s ready come with me.” Angel motioned as she put the key of the golf cart in the ignition starting it up. Placing the bags in the cooler at the back. Stretching her limbs as she already knew this was going to be wild.
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Mildly surprised that Marlene would let such a choice fall to him, Arlo decided to go with the caramel cream frappuccino. Still a frappuccino like her preferred, but just a new flavour. Who knew? She may even enjoy it. Even then, it wasn’t like that was the last they were ever heading to that specific shoppe.
Maybe he’d even get her a few additional flavours, toss in a few tea blends as well for accepting the spaceship exploration. Trying to present a casual acceptance of her confirmation was hard with the clear internal excitement. It was a trip to the unknown after all, probably of the few places that he loved. One of those childish antics very easily covered over in the name of science and exploration.
The next step were the supplies - in which Marlene heavily enjoyed flaunting her systems. Granted, he’d installed the plans for most of them, it was still her idea at the beginning for such a hidden base. They’d initially employ a workforce with a large sum of money to construct this, then Arlo would erase their memories. The cycle repeated and the underground base was completed with no one the wiser about anything.
For the actual weapon selection, Arlo stuck to the light ranged materials. It wasn’t exactly a secret that facing half of these creatures still terrified him, but the reassurance from some of the armour was nice. Designing something that wasn’t as bulky was the next step to making this all work.
As opposed to Marlene’s signature wardrobe change, Arlo just dropped his outer coat in favour for one of the lighter armoured combat suits. It was still a nice black and blue colour without being overbearing, thin enough to probably leave room for Arlo to toss back on his coat with ripping it. He did play around with certain patches of neon blue light for the aesthetic. Nothing else was changed.
“You look stunning as always,” he commented, “feel free to lead the way.” More tunnels and paths lead ahead, but it was more efficient in the long run to have a separate access gate direction to the spaceship. Not like the aliens would exactly come back for it.
“Transportation should already be packed with everything I need for research,” and them some for personal side projects, “I think it’s a nice goal to dismantle the ship security systems today. The floating orbs and the adrenaline detectors are quite a pain. We really don’t need them as the only other beings in that ship.” Being caught up in the red spheres was enough fear for one lifetime. Arlo didn’t need Marlene saving him every time something happened.
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“It’s all fun and games until someone looses an eye…” I muttered, climbing onto the golf cart. “So, you’re Angelica?” I asked the pretty Latina. “I’m Blake. It’s a unisex name. I can’t tell you how many times I’ve been called a boy…ugh.”
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“Fine, join the dark side with Angel’s laser sword squad,” he joked, “But I’m staying loyal to my blaster here.” After all, Rae was the one that did well in the zombie attack with the broken pipes and floorboards. Melee would suit her well. Oliver just assumed that Blake was along for the flow, besides, they could always change weapon preference later.
“Those also aren’t the only two options. There are grenade-like objects for small blast damage, knives as an alternative, and the occasional light up bow. Might as well look good in action, eh?”
Stealing the front seat next to the left of Angel, Oliver just propped his shoes up on the dash. “You better bet we’re all ready for this. First day of summer, here we go.”
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After safety securing all the bags with duct tape and lots of rope everyone piled into the golf cart.
It’s all fun and games until someone looses an eye…” Blake muttered, climbing onto the golf cart. “So, you’re Angelica?” Blake asked the pretty Latina. “I’m Blake. It’s a unisex name. I can’t tell you how many times I’ve been called a boy…ugh.” Blake sighed.
Angel chuckled. “Nice to meet you Blake, And go figure if people used their common sense they’d ask your gender beforehand. Regardless I think its a nice name.” Angel commented.
Stealing the front seat next to the left of Angel, Oliver just propped his shoes up on the dash. “You better bet we’re all ready for this. First day of summer, here we go.” Oliver excitedly stated.
Angel smiled with glee. “This is only the beginning, Trust me.” Angel added with a nod.
“Don’t do anything stupid! And if you die ill throw all of ya in the bottomless pit.” Maria yelled towards the kids.
“We won’t abuela! Sheesh.” Angelica muttered as the golf cart began driving down the road a gnome or two roamed the streets and like usual the cops were sleeping or chatting about their next date.
But as soon as they were in the clearing with only grass, mud and forestation. Angelica gripped the wheel tightly. “I hope everyone’s buckled up~” Angel warned making a sing-song voice at the end.
“Shortcut!” Angel yelled out taking a turn as the car sped down a large hill at high speed, Angel managed the wheel as she turned around all the trees, Spinning the golf cart to dodge any rocks.
Angel couldn’t help but laugh at everyone else as they were either enjoying it, terrified or on the verge of barfing. Admittedly she expected this summer to be typical gravity falls but it was clearly looking up.
Taking another sharp turn the golf cart continued speeding down each and every hill. A narrow path came up as Angel slightly lost control of the wheel.
“Uh oh…” Was all that angel could mutter as the golf cart turned on a narrow hill except this one was rocky with various of thorn bushes.
“¡Mierda! Hold on if you want to live!” Angelica yelled to the back as the golf cart sped down slightly lifting from the back from the high speed. The rocky hill caused the golf cart to bump up every second. The golf cart sped on the back wheel causing it to turn backwards.
“Yep, We’re gonna die.” Angel mouthed as she couldn’t reach her journal that was locked safely in the cooler.
The golf carf continued as thr cart went through thorny bushes, Angel panicked attempting to pull the painful thorns from her skin when only more rocks and gravel continued to spew underneath the cart.
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Literally just use this scene for ideas:
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“Ahhhh! WE’RE GOING TO DIE! BUT THIS IS ALSO SUPER AWESOME!” I screamed, hanging onto the nearest person, my brown hair whipping around Im the wind.
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As soon as Angel kicked up the cart down the side of the hill, that was pretty much the only indicator of self-preservation. Oliver dropped his legs from the dash, then fell forwards to tightly grip the railings. Sure, everything was still fun as hell, he just didn’t have a death wish.
At least Blake’s cry of joy was a positive note to ride off.
“Dear God you need to get a driver’s license,” he wined over the roaring wind. Not that it would help. The next few bumps had him painfully slamming against the door in an attempt to avoid Angel’s seat. Nothing like getting in the way of the driver in this crucial moment.
But if they made it out alive, that was just another kicker to everything.
Oliver ripped away the next set of thorns to get caught in his long hair, biting at his tongue to keep silent about the torn skin. Whirling back toward the front, he nearly blanched when seeing the tree not too far ahead. To the left stood a pond, and to the right, another slight rise in the ground.
“Right!” he yelled, “I’m not tolerating a ‘death by golf cart’ on my grave!” Besides, spinning off into an essential ramp was better than ending up in a muddy pond. As long as Angelica stuck the landing, everything would be alright. Nothing like some ariel action for the terrifying fun.
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Suddenly, I had an idea. “Hey, Angelica!? Where are the bows and arrows!? I have an idea to stop the cart!” I yelled, grabbing an extra piece of thick rope and tying one end to the railing of the cart, forming the other end into a lasso.
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Jimena looked up at Blake, one of the only one of these kids who she felt like she was actually on the same wavelength with. As she held on for dear life in the out-of control cart, she saw tying a rope to the cart’s railing, forming the other end into a lasso. “Hey, Angelica!? Where are the bows and arrows!? I have an idea to stop the cart!” Jimena put the pieces together. “I’ve got you!” She cried. Rummaging around in a sack of weapons, she found a bow and a full quiver and tossed them both to Blake. “How else can I help?” She asked.
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“Pray!” I yelled back, tying the rope to an arrow, and shooting it, so it wrapped around a sturdy branch like a makeshift grappling hook. I pulled, and the cart came to a jerking stop, causing me to be thrown backwards. “Well, that…worked…” I panted.
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That probably seemed really weird, but you get the gist. XD
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Oliver practically slammed against the front with the sudden jerk, though it was agreeable far better than landing in the tree ahead.
“Blake, that was a flawless shot,” he commented while untangling himself from the supply pack, “There definitely is talent there with the bow. You could consider that as your main weapon.” At least it fared far better than his idea, relying on Angela to drive the car. Next time, Jimena had to drive or something.
Still, the golf cart was slightly damaged, still usable, just fairly scratched up. Oliver just casually picked up the blaster and pack before rearranging it.
“You can start driving again,” he prompted, "the cart should be unstuck.
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“Nice work!” Angel commented flashing Blake a smile. “Remind me to never be daring whilst driving next time.” Angelica stated aligning the cart back on the dirt road and after around a 30 minute drive they arrived to the catacombs.
“Alright, Here’s some rules. The smell nullify spray must be used before we go in. Unless your comfortable with being tracked down by a monster. Don’t use the anti venom/saliva unless its needed- And use the oxygen sparingly you’ll feel when we get into the deep ends of the catacombs because your oxygen level will drop.” Angelica explained.
Tossing everyone a map and flashlight with extra batteries. “Shall we?” Angel commented. She quickly sprayed herself with the nullify spray then proceeded as they ventured into the dark cave red rocky walls peeled from the darkness. Shaking and clicking on her flashlight nothing interesting was in sight. Yet.
“Stick together, To get through the narrow parts well have to split into twos. Pick a partner.” Angel added as they continued going down the cave the rocks crumbled underneath her feet.
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Oliver clicked on his flashlight once the light stopped illuminating the surrounding area. It was still strange to get used to the smell of the of the warding spray, though it was a health precaution after all. Perhaps a few modifications for the smell quality later.
A few times out of curiosity, Oliver reached out with gloves to peel back at the slime from the walls, watching the strange consistency and the occasional pale glow.
“Last time we ventured here, there was a large opening where most of the undead rested. We could check there to see if there is any signal, receiver of any kind that caused them to all wake. As far as I’m concerned, the undead creatures don’t stumble out of here for no reason.”
Most of the map was charted from the previous explorations so getting to the large hive opening, it was just the outer regions that were unmapped. Of course, with time, they could perhaps get to charting that section.
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I got off the golf cart, my legs shaky from the wild ride I had just endured. “I didn’t even know I could do that…” I muttered, spraying some of the smell nullify spray on myself. “Sooo…partners…” I muttered awkwardly.
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It seemed like the hoardes had finally seemed to calm down, and Aiden took a second to sit down and rest his voice as his Tent of Telepathy©, mobile edition kept on chugging along, hunting for stragglers and survivors. On the top of his trailier, he could get a good view of the dusty red afternoon sky, a soothing yet slightly foreboding epilogue to the common apocalyptic event that had happened just before. Stangely, bathed in the red light, the traslucent pus and greenish visera from the zombies that flooded the mundane city streets almost looked beautiful, in the same morbid, offputting way an H.R. Gieger painting was beautiful. What was that saying, though, that his mother would say on fays like this (When she wasn’t demanding her daily thousand from him, of course)? “Red skies at morning, sailors take warning…” He muttered quietly to himself, as his brother banged on the roof of the pickup truck from inside. “Wanna say that to my face, twerp?” Aiden rolled his eyes. “Brutus. not everything is about you.” He sighed. “Yeah, well not everything is about you, either.” His brother shot back, too stupid to come up with a decent comeback. “No matter how many lame shows you get. I’d like to see you drive this truck, you ungrateful shrimp.” Aiden chuckled. Him, ungrateful? How grateful was his brother to him for all of his own hard-earned money he gave him, exactly? He sighed and went back to his wistful gazing.
As the truck made it’s way back to the official Tent of Telepathy©, Aiden caught a glimpse of something white making a quick turn down an abandoned offroad. An all-to-familiar golf cart. What was that crazy broad going to do at the catacombs? “Stop, Brutus.” Aiden urged, and the truck made a hairpin turn that almost knocked him off of the top of the trailer. “Go down that path.” After some maneuvering, the bulky truck was eventually able to squeeze onto the road and began following the cart toward the old ruins.
As they finally caught up to the cart, Aiden could see Mondragon standing by the enterance to the tunnels, giving a breifing of some sort to a ragtag group of mismatched teens. Each and every one of them looked like they were from a completely different universe, and (surprisingly) for the most part, most of them looked pretty respectable. So why would they be wasteing their time on Mondragon and her condecending brand of “pArAnOrMaL eXpErTiEcE”?
Aiden jumped down from the top of the trailer and shouted into his megaphone to get the group’s attention. “WELL, WELL, WELL, IF IT ISN’T THE MOST PRETENTIOUS CON ARTIST IN TOWN.” He taunted, walking toward the group with the hulking, imposing figure of his brother behind him. “And that’s saying a lot, since I live here, too.” He smirked. Looking over the group, he rapidly got less and less impressed with the lot of them. “So, what are you and your team of ‘friends’ here doing in the catacombs? Resorting to grave robbing now, are you? Are you going to cobble a corpse together with a Dashound and call it a ‘Long Werewolf’ or something? Truely, the depths of your class astonds me.” He turned to the group that had come with Angelica sympatetically. “Terribly sorry for the bad decision you’ve made, coming with her. You won’t be sticking around for long, trust me, once you get to know her for the unbareably self-righteous person she really is.” He pouted his lip and whimpered in pity.
And then a girl wearing a black bandana punched him and knocked out his molar.
“Don’t talk about my sister that way, you E-Boy looking b*stard.”
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I laughed when the skull girl knocked out that åsshats molar. I walked up to him and kicked him in his babymaker. “Shut up, jerk. I almost died, and I’m not in the mood for people like you. I’ve always wanted to do that.” I grinned.
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Oliver raised a slight eyebrow at the daring actions Jimena took to silencing Aiden, but at that point it was more impressed that she got to it before him.
“Yeah, we’re going to be fast friends,” he commented, “You and your sister, widely impulsive and downright amazing.” If Oliver had a penny for all the time Aiden had crashed one of the quests with Angelica, maybe he could purchase a real hobby for the fake telepath.
Then again, Blake had to get some points as well for straight up kicking the rich kid. Oliver just stretched out his hands, cracking his knuckles as he hopped down from the rock.
“I’d take graverobbing any day over twiddling my thumbs in the budget tent, Aiden, but lucky for you, we do have extra supplies. Of course, you can always scamper back your way and continue to waste away the day with residents that already know you’re fake. Come with us and perhaps you’ll find something real enough to take back home.”
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Spitting out his bloody tooth, Aiden flushed a bit as he heard his brother laughing at his pain behind him. “Everyone in this townis so ungrateful…” He mused quietly. Adjusting his appearance and recomposing himself, he turned to them all defiantly. “Fine. Don’t say I didn’t warn you.”
“I’d take graverobbing any day over twiddling my thumbs in the budget tent, Aiden , but lucky for you, we do have extra supplies. Of course, you can always scamper back your way and continue to waste away the day with residents that already know you’re fake. Come with us and perhaps you’ll find something real enough to take back home.” Aiden laughed at the boy’s sad attmept at whittling his spirits down. “That’s adorable, Oliver. I’ve heard worse insults from my own father. Ask him to give you some tips sometime and maybe you won’t sound like a middle schooler anf the playground.” He turned to Angelica. “Besides, at least I can acknowledge that everything I’m peddling is fake. This one, however, is so prideful and pretentious that she has three ratty old notebooks full of an old man’s ramblings and acts like that somehow makes her the town’s all-knowledgable guardian.” He could see the girl who punched him getting angry again, but she did seem to afree with him a bit on that last statement. He smirked. “Anyway, I think Brutus and I will join you all. It’ll be fun watching you stumbling around in the dark and getting torn apart by whatever’s waiting down there.”
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