Team Two: East side of town, evening

[fandomtroopers]

At the agreed time, the troopers and the volunteers from team two set off starting from the park to try and find the town's voices back.

((Locked to the volunteers of team two and the Gentlemen of course. If you feel like your character needs a blaster, then the troopers will have provided you with one.))

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[jarodpretends.livejournal.com]

Jarod walked through town, hands clasped behind his back, whistling. Or as close to whistling as he could get without sound. Internally, though, he was tense, pumped with adrenaline, and ready to fight.

[badassbutler.livejournal.com]

Alfred followed closely, a sword leaning on his shoulders. His eyes scanned the town, looking for any sign of... well, anything.

[mildly-super.livejournal.com]

Clark strolled along, attempting to appear calm. Of course he was anything but. While he could feel some of his power returning to him, he didn't know how much.

[silent-robert.livejournal.com]

Jay and Silent Bob were arguing. Silently. Jay had a bat over his shoulder and clearly didn't want to be here. Bob didn't appear to be armed and was patiently explaining to Jay why they were doing this. His hat had also apparently sprouted ears. Or that could just be the light.

[mildly-super.livejournal.com]

Clark supposed that of all the townfolk, Silent Bob was the least inconvenienced. It also must have been a blessing to not have to listen to Jay for once.

[fandomtroopers]

The troopers of course followed with them, fanning out into the streets as they looked for their targets. Maybe they'd be able to rescue someone today again.

[jarodpretends.livejournal.com]

Jarod strolled in the direction of the church, hearing the swish of the grass beneath his feet, the sounds of his shoes on the ground--simply because there was nothing else to hear.

He hoped his trap would work, to at least slow them down.

[fh_extras]

There was still nothing else to hear when the floating figure approached from his left, around the back of the chapel, as its feet touched neither a blade of grass nor a piece of gravel.

The shuffling creature that lurched after it, however, announced both presences unmistakeably.

[mildly-super.livejournal.com]

Clark spotted the pair and pointed.

[badassbutler.livejournal.com]

Alfred followed Clark's finger to see the demonic intruders. He reached into his jacket, pulled out a gun, and fired at the head of one of the shambling footmen.

[fh_extras]

The creature reared up in pain, clutching the side of its head, where redness blossomed on the decaying bandages over its ear - but it kept stumbling towards them, as did another, coming round from the other side of the church to their right.

[silent-robert.livejournal.com]

Jay and Silent Bob split up, Jay going for the already injured one. Kick 'em when they're down? But of course. The bat came off his shoulder, he choked up properly, remembered to keep his elbow up, and swung powerfully right for his head. Bob was fumbling for something inside his trenchcoat.

[fh_extras]

The injured footman attempted to duck, but since its balance was already questionable, and the damage to its ear didn't help, it actually turned its head straight into Jay's swing. The bat connected rather like it would with an overripe watermelon. *SPLAT* It went down with a loud and rather squishy thud.

The second footman spared no thought for its fallen companion, though, and continued lurching towards Bob.

[jarodpretends.livejournal.com]

Jarod stamped his feet, then picked up a rock to throw it at the footman as a distraction.

He wasn't paying attention to anything that may have been coming at him from a different direction, though.

[fh_extras]

As, for instance, the floating Gentleman, who glided over, eyeing him appraisingly, scalpel glinting in its sickly gray hand.

[jarodpretends.livejournal.com]

Jarod had spent to many years under the Centre's microscope to not feel someone watching him. He turned around quickly and took a few steps backwards, preparing to run towards the church.

Most of the fairy tales and legends he'd read talked about holy ground, sanctuary or sacred areas. Hopefully that would apply here, as well.

[fh_extras]

The Gentleman floated foward, grinning, and seemingly taking no notice of where sacred ground might lie. Closed doors were a hindrance to it; the presence of old blessings... merely tickled unpleasantly at the back of its neck.

[badassbutler.livejournal.com]

Alfred had somehow managed to get behind the Gentleman without being noticed. Perhaps it was because he was the teacher of the Stealth class for a reason, perhaps it was because the Gentlemen weren't really interested in what the humans did.

Whatever the reason, he quickly unsheathed his sword and thrust it into the floating demon's back.

[fh_extras]

The Gentleman stopped in its slow pursuit of Jarod, and cocked its head curiously. One long, black-clad arm reached behind it to feel the sword in its back -- then, with a wrench, pulled it out.

It stared at the sword for a moment, holding it in the opposite hand to the scalpel, as if comparing them. Then, with an impossibly-wider grin, it spun in mid-air and bowed, tossing the sword at Alfred's feet, and waving the scalpel as if to say, Thank you for the offer, but I prefer mine.

[silent-robert.livejournal.com]

Jay raised the bat in victory over the fallen Footman, mouthing something that could have involved sons and kneeling. Bob tossed an inflatable doll behind him before he found what he was looking for, pulling from his yellow belt three sharpened disks in the shape of . . . well, it was hard to tell in the dark, but they were pointy and matched his hat.

With a triumphant grin, he fanned them out in his hand before sending the first humming through the air towards the second Footman.

[fh_extras]

The footman lurched forward, ducking past the first two flying objects, but getting hit on the arm by the third. It clasped a hand over the injured spot, but kept coming, the decaying straitjacket having taken much of the impact.

[mildly-super.livejournal.com]

Clark dashed forward, grabbing the footman, attempting to lift it off the ground.

[fh_extras]

The footman flailed in the human's unexpectedly powerful grip. From behind a crypt another Gentleman, this one shorter and rounder of head, came floating, shaking a finger at Clark as if to indicate that he wasn't playing fair.

[mildly-super.livejournal.com]

And Clark felt bad about that, truly. Usually he always tried to play fair. But he didnt' think they were playing by the same rules. He apologized by tossing the footman at the approaching Gentleman.

[fh_extras]

The footman flew through the air, windmilling its arms and flailing buckle-laden straps in every direction. The Gentleman's eyes widened, and it attempted to fend off its minion's approach with a firm but gentle 'no, no' motion of one hand, but for some reason that didn't seem to work.

Instead, the footman impacted with its floating body, sending both of them careening into the crypt to hit with a hard thud.