fandomtownies | In Fandom Town Down to the Gates of Fandom High, Friday Afternoon

Now firmly under the control of Mr. White, the Auditors were becoming a little... more coordinated. They had found some of their powers failing that morning, which was terrifying, but then Mr. White had given them that look and they had given in to their bodies' apprehensiveness and scurried off.

Now...

"We must learn more," Mr. White crowed loudly. "Most of the humans are in there." He pointed at the school. "That is a fact."

The hundreds of Auditors gathered in front of him nodded meekly.

"So we must study it from the inside," he continued, "This is also a fact."

Another unanimous nodding session.

"Those inhabiting the town are also of interest," he added, "Which is also a fact."

More nodding.

"They have proven hostile so far. Also a fact. That means we can only conclude one thing."

He held up the axe. A good chunk of the Auditors held up their own weapons, mostly because they didn't want to be singled out for another experiment.

"CHARGE!" Mr. White yelled.

The throat protested. Interesting.

Seven hundred Auditors charged through the streets of Fandom.

[[ ocd up! Have at! Note that after this, all of Fandom besides the school and dorms is gone, so be sure to read the OCD. Also, if you need an excuse to get your character out of the affected areas, the Auditors are everywhere and they're going to be very hard to miss. ]]

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Right, sorry, Karla -- Wesley loathed the Auditors, certainly, and wanted the matter of the disapparances resolved at once, but he wasn't sure he could condone torture by fire.

So that would be a bullet shooting toward the Auditor that Karla was targeting, which -- presuming it wasn't intercepted -- should hit straight through his forehead.

"Perhaps we might -- focus on the killing for just now," he offered weakly.

Karla wasn't torturing that one! She was simply using her resources efficiently and letting him draw conclusions based on that. Did you not see how much they loved learning, Wesley?!

Not that Karla was going to intercept the bullet. She had moved on to the next Auditor, flinging a knife at it and using Craft to make sure the blade ended up buried in her throat.

"Hmmm?" she asked, glancing back at him. "Oh. I was just removing their ability to be a threat." As people on fire generally were not. "But if you want, I can focus more on lethality."

She was very good at that. Not as good as she usually was, what with her Craft unable to affect the Auditors directly, but, fortunately, she was creative.

"Immediate lethality might be best," Wesley agreed distractedly, in the process of smoothly taking out a pair of Auditors who'd started to advance on them. "And, ah. Perhaps we might avoid fire altogether?"

Sorry, Karla. Wes had fire issues. Blame Panem.

Karla looked at him, confused for a moment, and then nodded, the memory of the summer (and how did that seem so long ago?) dredging itself up. "Ah," she said. "Yes. Yes, I can. My apologies, Wesley."

Look. Things were slightly hazy in there right now, Wes. That which made Karla Karla was a little detached right now. There was no time for screaming or crying, you see.

"I shall stick to knives and blunt force trauma then, if you would prefer."

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