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[ action | closed ] the first step to any murder is to have fun and be yourself

Who: Genjyo Sanzo and Alleyana Lavellan
When: About a week after everyone's cured.
What: The destruction of evil, possessed animatronics, drunkenness, and some good old-fashioned arson. What else do you expect two religious icons to do in their spare time?
Where: Attleton - Happy Heights Amusement Park - Froggy Fezboar's Dining Adventure
Warnings: Violence and cursing and creepy FNAF animatronics trying to bite faces off.

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It took over an hour of hard labor, but Alleyana managed to dig every scrap of flammable plant material and debris away from the dilapidated diner.

She stabbed the shovel into the fresh-churned dirt in front of the cursed building, and took a moment to rest, surveying her work. There was now a ten foot radius of just dirt around the building in most places, down to five along the sides due to sheer lack of space. But hopefully, it would be enough.

The Inquisitor nodded to herself, and then pulled her phone from her sash to make a phonecall. Thankfully, she'd learned how to make it dial with her voice, so she didn't have to take off her gauntlet or the glove beneath it to push buttons.

"Call... asshole," she told it.

And so it did.

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An asshole answered, confused and, unsurprisingly, irritated to be getting a phonecall at all. Sanzo glanced down at the screen before answering. Oh, her.

"What?" he growled, not bothering in the slightest to lighten his tone for someone he was on decent terms with.

"Want to kick some ass, get drunk, and commit arson?"

The 'Herald of Andraste' always had the best offers.

"Yes. Where?" It might've been wise to question this plan, but in Sanzo's defense, he was bored.

"Meet me at the entrance to Happy Heights Amusement Park, in Attleton."

And she hung up, heading back for the park entrance to wait.

Sanzo showed up shortly after, carrying a gas can and a case of beer with him. Even if she brought something to set the place on fire, it shouldn't hurt to have more. Just in case. The beer was to make this all more entertaining.

In full armor, she was hard to miss. He nodded in her direction by way of a greeting.

"What's the red thing?" Alley asked of the gas can, turning to lead the way into the park and toward their destination.

"Gas. It's flammable." Sanzo glared around at the park as they walked. There were few things here he'd think twice about setting on fire. It had been a special hell to get a blind Drake through here to get to those damn wells. He'd resolved to never come back here, but arson was tempting.

"What's getting torched?"

"Froggy Fezboar's Dining Adventure," Alleyana smiled. It wasn't a nice smile. "It's full of possessed, hostile, person-sized machine-animal things. At least one of which seems to have a corpse inside of it. We're killing the shit out of them," as Sera might have put it, "and then burning the place down."

A public service, really. But also exactly her brand of fun.

"Hn." The name didn't ring a bell. Granted, he hadn't been trying to pay attention to much that wasn't tied to getting in and out of the park as fast as possible. There was that once place that Drake refused to go near...

"Hostile how?" It would be good to know how violent this mess was going to be.

"Well, like I said, at least one has a corpse inside of it. They all might, just that one was bloody and reeked of death. So... I assume they'd eat us, if given the chance. They mostly only move when you're not looking, though I would guess at some point they get bolder."

They came up to the building. Sure enough, it was the place that Amberdrake had refused, flat-out, to set foot inside of or to let Sanzo set foot inside of.

Alley drew up beside her shovel and draped her single wrist across the handle with a sigh. "If I had two hands," she said, "I'd take this in there as a weapon. That would be awfully satisfying. Ah well," the Inquisitor dropped her hand, but only to take her shield off her back and work on bolting it to the bar of her false arm.

She'd brought booze, too; several bottles sat near the shovel. As did two flashlights; one hand-held and one that strapped to one's forehead. She bent to pick both up, and tossed the former at the priest. "It's unnaturally dark in there," she said, sliding the other one onto her head. This meant Alley wouldn't be wearing her helmet, but she doubted she'd need it for this.

"It's two stories, obviously," Alleyana continued to explain, bending to light the torch she'd stuck in the ground and then lifting it in her hand. "Cole and I didn't go upstairs, we left before things could get out of hand. Didn't want to waste time fighting when we needed that cure. There's one of the fuckers right inside the door; it lunges at anyone who comes in and I guess screams at them. We'll take it out first. There's four more we found on the ground floor, including the corpse-y one. Other than the scream from the first one, they're very quiet."

Edited 2016-09-25 11:06 (UTC)

Thankfully Sanzo had put down the gas can and beer before the flashlight got tossed at him. He flicked it on and off to test it and then drew his gun. The building gave him a bad feeling. Not as intensely so as it had for Drake, but enough for him to welcome the chance to set it on fire. As for what was inside, it was only a matter of time before they got bored enough to stray out of this hovel. At that point they would make themselves his problem. He might as well go ahead and make himself their problem.

"Five altogether, if we're fortunate." When was he ever that lucky? "If they're just possessed constructs, bullets and that mace of yours will be enough. If not they're might be something controlling them in the area."

"Would you be able to tell, after we've beaten them down?" Alley hated the idea of leaving a puppetmaster to just go find new toys to play with.

"If it gets back up after we've beat the shit out of it, yeah," Sanzo replied dryly. If things got bad, he could always try the sutra. It would leave less to burn but it would do the job. Hopefully.

"Whatever is making them move, I doubt it's alive," he continued. "It doesn't gain anything from squatting here, hoping some idiot stumbles in."

"Fair point," this wasn't exactly prime real-estate, even for demons.

The Inquisitor approached the door, rolling her shoulders with the usual crackly sounds as she did so. She paused in front of it, shield ready and torch in hand. Her mace, as well as one of the bottles of booze, was at her hip. "Ready?"

Sanzo pulled the hammer of the small revolver back and answered with a curt "Yes." He had a good idea how she felt about the 'chantry' and its various figureheads and could guess she was have decent at killing whatever was in her way, but he didn't know exactly what she was used to killing. If she was smart enough to not stand in his way once he started shooting, that would be enough for him.

Alleyana nodded and let the burning rage that was always simmering in the background of her mind have free rein. It cleared her senses; made her sharper, faster... made fighting fun, especially when it was against something she didn't have any reason to regret killing.

She leaned back a little and brought one heavily-armored boot up -- and kicked in the door hard enough to splinter the wood when it hit the wall. And there was the donkey, immediately charging up to 'greet' them; Alley lunged into the building with a savage shield-bash that sent the static-screaming animatronic flying across the room from the impact.

Alley grinned, sharp and mean, approaching the fallen thing with a deliberate slowness to her steps. "Knock-knock!" she called out into the building.

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With all that armor on, it wasn't surprising she was so fearless, charging in like that. Sanzo followed more cautiously. There was a lot less between him and sharp objects in the gut.

He didn't pay the donkey much attention, Alley had that one covered. Instead he shone the flashlight around the entry way, up the stairs, and into the dining room to the side. The gun was pointed straight out as he moved further into the dining area. Nothing. The flashlight's beam lingered on the stuffed boar's head and moved onto the empty stage.

"What's that noise? Was it there before?" Something was moving, somewhere, in this shithole.

"Probably," Alley replied, in between bashing her shield into the fallen animatronic. It was trying to move, but she was snapping servos and joints with each impact. It couldn't get up. "I was deaf. Cole was pretty creeped out, though."

She glanced up once the donkey stopped moving, and saw the empty stage in Sanzo's flashlight beam. "Well, three of them used to stand on that stage, but they got up and moved last time when we weren't looking. Real stealthy; Cole didn't even hear them move, even though I'd knocked them all down before we moved on."

That shit? Was creepy.

She gave the donkey another bash for good measure, feeling its head pop free inside the suit, and then she stabbed the bottom of the lit torch down through its neck as a makeshift holder.

"You can see why I want to purge this place thoroughly and not just torch it from the outside and hope."

Edited 2016-09-25 12:14 (UTC)

"Yes." Now Sanzo had seen the place and knew it had human sized robotic beasts that roamed without being heard, he wanted it burned down even more. It moved from potential threat to real one. He was not having any of these pathetic things creeping around outside.

"If they can move that quietly, that sound isn't them. Fire should stop that if we can't find the source." Honestly he wasn't that eager to find the source. Not out of fear but to avoid the annoyance.

He moved along the edges of the room, scanning the place as he went, just daring something to make itself visible.

"Yeah," that was also why arson was part of the plan. Inquisitor Alleyana Lavellan was nothing if not thorough about this shit.

"The last thing we need is whatever is wrong here spreading. That's why I had to come back."

She stood up over her defeated foe and clicked on the little flashlight on her forehead, since she was leaving the torch where it was, for now. Also, flickering flame-light wasn't going to do this place any favors.

The elf walked into the dining room, shield up but otherwise not showing much concern. Unless something managed to bite her head off, she was pretty safe. And even then, it would have to get through her considerable guard in one chomp. Even dragons couldn't do that.

She took the bottle from her belt and uncorked it with her teeth, taking a swig. "I can't believe this place was ever not nasty. The boar head is a nice touch; really screams 'party time'."

With her light on, he didn't need his. The flashlight was tucked away but Sanzo kept the gun out, leading his movements following wherever it was pointed. This place was hideous even before it fell to disrepair, they were doing it a service burning it down, with or without the demon possessed stuffed animals.

"Stay off the stage, it's too easy to drop something from above." Last thing either of them needed was to take one of those lights to the head. Well, Alley might be fine with that magic bullshit shielding nonsense she had. Sanzo wasn't so lucky, he wasn't going near something with that many hanging curtains blocking the view.

He got to the door near the stage and listened. The sound of whatever was moving didn't seem any louder, it was hard to tell.

"There was three on the stage? What about the fourth?"

"Corpsey? It was in that room, last I saw it," Alleyana came to the door, too, shield staying up.

'Corpsey'? Really? Ugh. Sanzo didn't grant that a reply. They had something to kill.

He slammed the door open and rushed in, his gun straight out as he scanned the room. It smelled foul in here. Bloodstains at the base of the wall suggested a source. He wrinkled his nose in disgust.

"It's run off too. Not far, judging by that smell." Disgusting.

"Man, you would have had fun in the Fallow Mire," Alleyana took another swig from her bottle, "or Crestwood..."

Oh, there was another door. She hadn't noticed that the last time. Alley hmm'd into her bottle and approached it, kicking it in much as she'd done the front door.

Anything that ran like that couldn't be that powerful. Unless this was a trap. Sanzo was walking himself right into trouble if so but that was no different than what he was used to. So into trouble he went.

"I'd say it's in here." The smell was enough to guess that. There wasn't much in the way of exits from here either. It looked like... a place for repairs, supplies, extras. Several wooden tables had rotted together against one wall, spare heads for the animatronics against another. Banners and boxes were shoved everywhere.

It was cluttered but there wasn't much room for a broad, human sized something to hide and it didn't take Sanzo long to spot a bit of fuzzy arm sticking out from behind a box. He jerked his head in its direction.

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