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deercountry2022-05-09 10:41 am
makingthetime) wrote in deercountry2022-05-09 10:41 am
stay out my way motherfucker
Who: Everyone involved in the Tyrant player plot!
What: It's time to Kill A Tyrant.
When: End of April.
Where: Clearing outside Lumenwood
Content Warnings: Resident Evil warnings in full play. Zombie horror, body horror, violence, gore, character injury, character deaths. Will update as needed.
[It's easy enough to lure the Tyrant.
Umbrella didn't make it with much in the way of intelligence, you see. Just enough to follow orders, but not so much that it could reason for itself whether those were orders that it ought to follow. So it comes lumbering into a clearing just outside of Lumenwood, situated conveniently far enough to avoid collateral damage. Its steps don't shake the ground, but for some people, it may as well have, the impact of each footstep jarring loose memories of a different time.
But if there's one thing learned from then, it's this: even monsters such as these can die.
It just...takes a lot of firepower to do so.]
What: It's time to Kill A Tyrant.
When: End of April.
Where: Clearing outside Lumenwood
Content Warnings: Resident Evil warnings in full play. Zombie horror, body horror, violence, gore, character injury, character deaths. Will update as needed.
[It's easy enough to lure the Tyrant.
Umbrella didn't make it with much in the way of intelligence, you see. Just enough to follow orders, but not so much that it could reason for itself whether those were orders that it ought to follow. So it comes lumbering into a clearing just outside of Lumenwood, situated conveniently far enough to avoid collateral damage. Its steps don't shake the ground, but for some people, it may as well have, the impact of each footstep jarring loose memories of a different time.
But if there's one thing learned from then, it's this: even monsters such as these can die.
It just...takes a lot of firepower to do so.]
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The Hunters comply, some keeping an incredulous eye on the Tyrant, in case it should recover enough to break loose, one climbing into a nearby tree and loading their crossbow.
Wesker looks up to Tinya, bowing his head and holding out one open palm toward their quarry. "Fire at will, madame."
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And she eyes the Tyrant. It won't hurt or kill any more people. That by itself is a reason to be glad. And if a little proud, too, well. That wouldn't hurt anyone.
And she manages a kind of curtsy in mid-air before turning the full extent of her fire onto the Tyrant. She wants it reduced to ash.
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Another group of Hunters hasten into the clearing, dragging another cannon, already loaded, and take their position at some distance. Wesker darts to another corner of the roof and barely breaking stride, pushes off, landing near them. A tip of his hand and he grabs the cannon, wrenching it free of its gun carriage as he turns on his heel and leaps back onto the roof.
He's barely landed on the parapet of the roof when he turns, holding the cannon at his hip and aims at the Tyrant's heart. "Bedtime, junior," he murmurs and yanking the lanyard, fires.
The ball hits the Tyrant in its now burning heart, obliterating it. The Beast emits a gasping roar and collapses, measuring its length on the churned-up ground, the light in its glazed eyes dying even as the fire continues to blaze. It's not getting up.
(CW: underage alcohol)
But then Wesker takes the cannon and fires, ending the Tyrant's life for good.
She breathes a sigh of relief and flies down to stand beside him as the Tyrant burned.
"Wanna go get drinks?"