"Are you afraid? Are you so afraid of him you don't dare speak his name? Very well, I'll say it for you. His name is Randall Flagg, also known as the dark man, also known as the tall man, also known as the Walkin Dude. Don't some of you call him that? Call him Beelzebub, because that's his name too. Call him Nyarlahotep and Ahaz and Astaroth. Call him R'yelah and Seti and Anubis. His name is leigon and he's an apostate of hell and you men kiss his ass."
-Glen Bateman, The Stand


OOC: Holla bitches. I hate getting the thread closed when I really needed like another half page. Damnit, I wish this was GRPG.

Jack shakes his head.

"Cool it there, Pat. Judith, keep your head together, we can't afford to have you sit this one out."

Mike leans back on the curb, and kicks a pebble.

"You lot are an emotional bunch, eh Jackie?"

Yes, Sir.

She nods and looks towards the building, moving closer to Jack.

...He wants something in there in exchange for his help.

She speaks in a sotto voice for Jack's ears alone.

"In there, eh?"

Jack touches the earpiece of his headset, and talks to Gares quietly via private frequency. (I love command circuts.)

"Gares, keep an eye out for O'Dim's bauble inside, alright? Judith seems to think its here."

Jack puts a hand on Judith's sholder.

"Hang in there, Miss Merari."

Thomas nods, putting his head back down.

"I suppose so. So. What happens now?"

"The doc should be in in a second or two to check that sholder, and see how much work it needs. Then we'll open you up and close you up again."

The medic looks a bit embarassed, because theres not much he can do, really.

"It could be worse, really. It doesn't look as bad as it might be. What the hell happened?"

Thank you...I'll try.

Judith bites her lip as she looks out towards the club.

...To tell you the truth, the last thing I want to do is find that thing...if you do find it, please don't let me see it.

Patrick blinks.

"O'dim? Isnt he that guy we all hate cause he ghouled that entire village plus other atrocities there? I say he wants something let the f""ker get it on his own"

OOC: Pat wouldn't have heard about O'Dim, Judith was speaking quietly to Jack and Jack was on a private line with Gares.

OOC: You did mention him earlier though. Even spoke aloud to him.

Jack nods.

"Yeah, right scary bugger it seems. Didn't have any qualms about killin all those people, claimed to be a Wizard, too. Hell, the facts seem to support his claims. So I dunno whats up."

OOC: Ah, forgot. ok then.

Judith thinks to herself over her choice. There still was a chance O'Dim was just messing with her head...unlikely. The confirmation from Mike about the force inside the club would be a problem especially considering how the last one went. However, she was loathe to call upon O'Dim for any kind of help. It would be like making a deal with the Devil. Yet, it might come down to that and that's what truely scared her.

She already felt like he had her in the palm of his hand. Did she really need to give away the tenuous hold she had left?

"Let me set the scene."

Thomas' voice is a casual drawl.

"Club, right? Goth. So it's heavy stone, metal and all of that dank and dark crap. The place is a mess, we have screaming kids, running mascara and crazy fangers all over the place. Now, the Cap and I are trading shots with the mosquitoes. Both of us using our handguns. I'm trying to keep their attention on me, and away from the tasty angst that surrounds them."

He pauses, raising an eyebrow.

"Now, guess who the third person with us was? I'll give you a hint, they wouldn't look good in the regulation sleepware."

He smirks, looking around at the listeners to be certain he has their attention.

"Okay then, Mr. Brilliant decides that the place isn't crazy enough. As he hadn't brought any stinger missiles, napalm or nerve gas, he decided to use the next best thing."

Thomas pauses to let his audience contemplate what's coming next.

"Yep. Full auto. Emptied the clip. In a crowded room, metal and stone. Our illustrious Captain was saved by his helmet. The ricochets tore through my armor and shoulder like the bats tear into soft flesh to reach the gooey center. Needless to say, I was displeased. The vamps made their move, and we wasted them, thanks to a charge by the cavalry. Then I, who didn't backdoor the mission with a corncob get to hang out here, while Yankee Doodle gets to go ash freaks."

Thomas curses, shaking his head.

"My luck, huh? Well, at least there's a chance a cute clubber might call me."

He grins, almost a smirk.

"And then the papists will make me a saint, right after Patty stops shooting team mates."

Aimee keeps her eyes open, scanning up and down and all around... and wonders what part of this Mike finds so amusing.
"What's so da** funny?" she asks, curiously, not cruelly.

Mike shakes his head.

"You're supposed to be the professionals, but you're a bunch of f--king idiots. We're gonna be here all night. I'll be over there if you decide you want to snog."

Mike gets up and blimbs onto a car and smokes a cig.

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Thomas's audience includes not only his medic, but the doctor and the pair of nurses (one male, the other female and moderately cute.)

"Whew.. well man, its not like he meant to plug you. I get keyed up in combat too."

The medic looks sheepish.

"I'm sure Captain Stington will make sure he gets whats coming to him."

"Ah, no I don't believe I had time to count. I was busy freaking out when I stepped inside and saw thirty f--king vampires. Hell, I was almost as shook up as you look."

Mike lies back on the car, a beat up POS. And looks around.

"This street is fairly dead, eh? You'd think it'd be at least a little busy. Ominous."