IC: "There's not much to do inside, so I came out here to see if there was anything to shoot and to see what you were doing." Deyna looked around. "Please tell me that wasn't the only phantom. Otherwise I'll have to go back inside and see if anyone has something for me to do, and they always make me do the boring stuff."
IC: "I'm sure it wasn't," Jake replied, closing his eyes. "Those things are too stubborn to stop wandering around here." He was silent for several moments. "Have you noticed that they've been more aggressive lately?" he asked. "It's strange... Hopefully they won't be too much of a threat while we're still here..."
IC: Deyna nodded. "Maybe they've gotten tired of us being here." Deyna surveyed the area again, tightening his grip on the Carbine. "I hope that the don't come charging at this place with a giant army." He looked over at Jake, "If they do, how will we stop them?"
IC: Jake thought about this for a moment. "We would most likely have to evacuate," he decided. "Through the sewers; only a couple of them are actually being used right now, which means all of the others are dried up. Or we could stay to fight. We'd probably all be killed, bt at least we'd have fought for our lives." He stared curiously at Deyna. "What makes you think they're that organized, though?"
IC: "There might be some that actually have brains. Some that we may not ahve met before. Maybe some big bad demons that act like the leaders. Ones that can't be killed as easily as those phantoms." Deyna thought for a few seconds. "Or maybe they'll just come seking fresh blood."
IC: "Perhaps..," Jake said. "Best not worry about it now, though; it might just cause even more uneasiness among us." He stood up, picked up his rifle, and headed downstairs. "Mind taking over my shift? I have a couple of errands to run."
IC: Jake wandered aimlessly through the halls of the base, thoughts turned to palces far away from here. He was thinking about all of the events that had taken place in the past couple of years, from the coming of the demons, to the building of this would-be fortress, to other things. All and all, he was a budy mind. So, it was no surprise that the trek to the other side of the fortress -- twenty minutes, for someone paying attention -- had taken him less than five to accomplish. He slung his Beam Rifle over his shoulder, and began to climb the ladder, just as an explosion rocked the building and shouts started up from the outer wall.
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IC: Jake tightened his grip on the ladder, and hurried up, onto the wall of the building. He found a rather interesting scene; survivors -- the ones that lived in the fortress along with himself and Deyna -- were running around, seeking cover or unloading bullets into a -- to Jake -- unknown group of monsters. He lifted hismelf up, and ran, doubled over, to one of the nearest men.
"What's the situation?" he asked loudly over the battle. "A group of zombies, soul demons, and cyber imps arrived a couple of minutes ago," the man replied. "We're trying to subdue 'em, but, you know, they're a tad too stubborn to go down without a fight." "Got it," Jake murmured, sprinting to a different cover. He poked the front of his beam rifle out, taking aim at a zombie, and fired.