Team Alien Resurrection / Part 2

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[You have escaped. Congratulations, surely all your problems are over and you can return to your apartments- Oh, wait, no.]

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[pchaaair]

It is not like, I can control that kind of thing. And, I have to use troll, since, I guess there is a human Indiana Jones, too. But, I am not the expert on that.

[poking around. 8|a while staying close to jeanette, of course.]

Does anything seem weird, about that?

[aliksirette]

Well, who came up with the character first?

Do not wonder off. I am not liable for anything that happens if you do. At any rate, the scroll seems fine. No need for superstition.

[Taking the scroll.]

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[Which is when a skeleton hand bursts through the tiled floor, clutching at her ankle.]

[pchaaair]

[HOLY JESUS FUCK SMACKING IT WITH HIS LANCE]

[aliksirette]

[Okay, that prompts a scream. Being Jeanette, it's as much one of anger as of fear.]

Get off me you ingrate, or I'll put a hole through you!

[Using earth magic to make the ground close up around the skeletal arm.]

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[The hand is knocked back and closed over. But more and more hands are bursting through the ground, clawing holes to drag their decayed and skeletal bodies through.]

[pchaaair]

[HELLO I AM NOW TRYING TO COMMUNE THESE THINGS INTO GOING OUTSIDE OF THE TEMPLE. CAN YOU COMMUNE WITH SKELETONS? Who the fuck knows but it's worth trying.]

[aliksirette]

[Dragging Tavros toward the staircase by the arm, blasting away at the undead with her pistol with her free hand. Devil Indiana Jones just needs a fedora.]

What are you doing you blithering moron?! Get moving!!

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[You commune with the skeletons.

The undead, tainted by magical poison and madness, driven by hunger for the flesh of the living, for life itself, for magic.

Plugged directly into your mind.

H-Have fun, because now you can hear the whispering driving you to join them.]

[pchaaair]

[BAD END BAD END breaking off from that-- and then answering, although he's clearly in some kind of pain and clutching his head with his free hand as he's dragged.]

It-- I was trying to see, if I could make them go away. I can commune with things.

[aliksirette]

Why in the name of Five-Headed Dieve would you do that? You'll probably go mad, now!

[Has run out of ammunition, so she hands her gun to Tavros.]

Syllatrix that.

[But she still has tricks up her sleeves. Or rather, homemade grenades filled with incindiary jelly. I hope the undead hordes don't mind a little heat.]

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[They don't, and nor does the temple. Some of the skeletons scorch and crumble to nothingness, but there's more, always more.

On the second level is a gate, a mirror to the one in Atuin, with a half-lit set of crystals.

Unfortunately it looks like it needs a magical charge to work.]

[pchaaair]

[IN GOES THE GUN-- and out come the crystals he's been carrying with him since the palace.

His head still hurts like crazy, though, even as he messes around with his sylladex.]

Do you think, those crystals will work?

[aliksirette]

Let's hope.

[Well, they are rocks, even if they are saturated with magic. So, she uses earth magic to fling them all at the crystals on the gate.]

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[One two three four five--

And just as the skeletons burst through, it ignites!]

[pchaaair]

[LET'S BOOK IT OUT OF HERE.

Grabbing Jeanette and running through the gate.]

[aliksirette]

Wh- Unhand me!

[But letting herself be dragged because she wants out just as much.]