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Entry 401; Day 509
May. 12th, 2010 05:20 pm[Voice Post]
((Click.))
((There's no pause, nor hesitation. Cain's voice is certain and determined, but muffled as well, as though he's balancing his Network device between his shoulder and his ear. In the background are a few, very small mechanical sounds. ... And farther away still, the sounds of the City, of animals, of hooves? Of attacks, regardless...))
Fakir, He-Who-Kills, I'm sure you're already standing guard over the opera house. Riff and I will too.
I admit, I'd almost expected all this to end last night, since the first attacks came so early and midnight came shortly thereafter. I kept watch from the roof and waited for midnight, but the flocks of them didn't end. So we may have to endure this for another day--and maybe even a third.
((There's are a few sharp metallic sounds--recognizable to some, perhaps, as bullets rattling against bullets.))
We prepared ourselves purposefully for this, you know, with those provisions.
If you're not keeping watch, you should go down to the basements. It's safest there, so long as one doesn't go down too deeply into the passageways. Stay near the surface, but keep yourself deep enough for shelter. It's served well enough before in fights and storms. And for heaven's sake, don't go out today. We'll keep the doors closed and bolted, and keep a watch on them. So far, none of the fighting seems very close. I've seen a attacks like this before and there's no reason to think it'll stay out of the opera house.
There've been wars before here, and attacks, and monsters. There were curses that made us think we were in the midst of war, and we've attacked one another enough times. We defended ourselves against the 'Stewards' once and, so I'm told, against the living dead another time.
But now we're under attack by, of all things, sheep.
((A dull, thudding sound--something throwing itself against a wall or a door?
I've never seen the like of this before, that sheep--docile, stupid, useless sheep--would come sweeping down in flocks like this to attack us. I shouldn't surprised, given their start, growing out of plants like that. There's a legend about sheep that grow from plants. I shouldn't be surprised that the City would bring that to life.
I shouldn't be surprised by anything here anymore.
((Small clicks as those rattling bullets are loaded, 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6... Then, a long silence...))
I've taken down a few of these creatures from the windows and the roof, but there's more than just those few.
Rumours are flying too, you know, about a woman on the Network talking about keeping sheep and counting sheep. I've not seen or heard her yet, but perhaps I will. No word from the 'deities' either on all this. Maybe it is a curse after all, but it doesn't follow the patterns as one would expect a curse to. Things haven't begun and ended at midnight. And, as Rosella pointed out, it's been about a year since the hair monster--Adrastus--and his mother paid a call on the City.
One month ago there were sheep, if you'll recall. At the end of the plagues, the sacrifice of the lamb to protect the house from the Angel of Death. And the Angel of Death, apparently, was Adrastus himself, if the rumours on the Network are to be believed.
That makes for quite a circle, I daresay. And it's certainly something to watch and wait for.
((Another pause. Then a short, rueful laugh...))
Hah. I suppose some of you will think it amusing that I've so little to say this time. I've more important things to do today.
I'm still the one black sheep in the all white flock, you know.
((Another dull thud somewhere in the distance. Then, a sharp click as he closes his revolver. And another sharp click as he turns off his Network device again.))
((Click.))
[//voice post ends]
[ooc: As you may recall, Cain did sacrifice a lamb for the sake of the opera house back about a month ago. As such, the sheep are sort of rather...after him. He's on the run, obviously, but he's all right for the moment (plot in the works!). Sheep attack!!]
((Click.))
((There's no pause, nor hesitation. Cain's voice is certain and determined, but muffled as well, as though he's balancing his Network device between his shoulder and his ear. In the background are a few, very small mechanical sounds. ... And farther away still, the sounds of the City, of animals, of hooves? Of attacks, regardless...))
Fakir, He-Who-Kills, I'm sure you're already standing guard over the opera house. Riff and I will too.
I admit, I'd almost expected all this to end last night, since the first attacks came so early and midnight came shortly thereafter. I kept watch from the roof and waited for midnight, but the flocks of them didn't end. So we may have to endure this for another day--and maybe even a third.
((There's are a few sharp metallic sounds--recognizable to some, perhaps, as bullets rattling against bullets.))
We prepared ourselves purposefully for this, you know, with those provisions.
If you're not keeping watch, you should go down to the basements. It's safest there, so long as one doesn't go down too deeply into the passageways. Stay near the surface, but keep yourself deep enough for shelter. It's served well enough before in fights and storms. And for heaven's sake, don't go out today. We'll keep the doors closed and bolted, and keep a watch on them. So far, none of the fighting seems very close. I've seen a attacks like this before and there's no reason to think it'll stay out of the opera house.
There've been wars before here, and attacks, and monsters. There were curses that made us think we were in the midst of war, and we've attacked one another enough times. We defended ourselves against the 'Stewards' once and, so I'm told, against the living dead another time.
But now we're under attack by, of all things, sheep.
((A dull, thudding sound--something throwing itself against a wall or a door?
I've never seen the like of this before, that sheep--docile, stupid, useless sheep--would come sweeping down in flocks like this to attack us. I shouldn't surprised, given their start, growing out of plants like that. There's a legend about sheep that grow from plants. I shouldn't be surprised that the City would bring that to life.
I shouldn't be surprised by anything here anymore.
((Small clicks as those rattling bullets are loaded, 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6... Then, a long silence...))
I've taken down a few of these creatures from the windows and the roof, but there's more than just those few.
Rumours are flying too, you know, about a woman on the Network talking about keeping sheep and counting sheep. I've not seen or heard her yet, but perhaps I will. No word from the 'deities' either on all this. Maybe it is a curse after all, but it doesn't follow the patterns as one would expect a curse to. Things haven't begun and ended at midnight. And, as Rosella pointed out, it's been about a year since the hair monster--Adrastus--and his mother paid a call on the City.
One month ago there were sheep, if you'll recall. At the end of the plagues, the sacrifice of the lamb to protect the house from the Angel of Death. And the Angel of Death, apparently, was Adrastus himself, if the rumours on the Network are to be believed.
That makes for quite a circle, I daresay. And it's certainly something to watch and wait for.
((Another pause. Then a short, rueful laugh...))
Hah. I suppose some of you will think it amusing that I've so little to say this time. I've more important things to do today.
I'm still the one black sheep in the all white flock, you know.
((Another dull thud somewhere in the distance. Then, a sharp click as he closes his revolver. And another sharp click as he turns off his Network device again.))
((Click.))
[//voice post ends]
[ooc: As you may recall, Cain did sacrifice a lamb for the sake of the opera house back about a month ago. As such, the sheep are sort of rather...after him. He's on the run, obviously, but he's all right for the moment (plot in the works!). Sheep attack!!]