<strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;">Interior of Simon’s Bull, main barroom</span></strong><br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;">Cape</span></strong><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"> Merrin</span></strong><br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;">November 10, 2010</span></strong><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"> </span><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"> </span><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;">From her vantage point on the bar Al could see that Micheal and the newcomer with the flaming sword were closing with the large wolf creature. Micheal had some trouble pulling away from the beast and so his attack with his small blade found flesh to tear through, but he was off balance, and so not as successful as Arathel with his considerably larger and flaming blade. The wolf howled angrily, its rage pouring from its throat as its hands worked in some sort of odd pattern before itself. These weren’t defensive maneuvers—no one could really tell what he was doing.</span><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"> </span><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;">In the center of the barroom the shorter man whose eyes had been glowing red faced far more foes. JJ fired at him from across the bar, hitting him with four of the rounds, though he continued to fire until his clip was again empty. The thing shrieked in pain and began to shake. It had missed gutting Leof by inches and thus its rage was over failed attacks as well as pain. As it stood there, enraged, Sam leapt from the bar and brought the baseball bat crashing down on the man, but JJ’s last bullet found her torso, punctured it, and ripped through her, causing immense pain. Sam’s body immediately found itself under attack from the silver nitrate in the bullet. She could feel the blood pouring from her body and knew it was urgent she find a place to rest and try to recover.</span><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"> </span><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;">Before Al’s eyes the man with the red eyes seemed to disappear. As Sam coughed blood and Leof prepared to stab the man, they both felt a damp moisture press against them. Even Diane felt the moisture as she smacked at the attacking roaches. </span><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"> </span><br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;">Interior of Simon’s Bull, back hallway</span></strong><br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;">Cape</span></strong><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"> Merrin</span></strong><br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;">November 10, 2010</span></strong><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"> </span><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;">As Det. Michaels stood peering into the bathroom she also felt the dampness wash over her, but it was gone quickly and there were other things more pressing for her to assess. Before her, in front of the men’s room mirror stood a short black man, no more than 5’ 6” in height. There was an array of oddly colored and scented candles arranged on the bathroom sinks and the light in the room moved oddly, as if serpents lurked in the shadows. When the man turned to her, Det. Michaels saw that he was dressed impeccably in an expensive suit, but despite this, his left arm was missing from somewhere below the elbow.</span><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"> </span><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;">The strange little man also boasted a well-maintained little goatee. He smiled at the detective, and he moved his right arm, in a gesture of welcome, seeking out her eyes while he did so, as if she were in his home, and he were playing the dutiful host. “Come in, won’t you?” his gesture asked. Then he spoke, his eyes locked on hers, his voice like ice in Cori’s ears, “Go into the barroom and shoot people.” The voice was commanding and Cori found herself compelled to obey. </span><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"> </span><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;">[Ygg, make a roll of 17 or higher to avoid being taken over. If you succeed, write a post that describes you fighting for control of your own body and succeeding. You may then act as you wish. If you fail, either post about going into the bar and shooting at people, or ask me to do so if you’re uncomfortable doing it. (And yes, these will require successes as well.)]</span><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"> </span><br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;">Exterior of Simon’s Bull, front entryway</span></strong><br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;">Cape</span></strong><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"> Merrin</span></strong><br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;">November 10, 2010</span></strong><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"> </span><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;">When more gunshots issued from the bar, the small collection of police ushered Abigail and Delilah away from the bar and toward a squad car. One of the officers stayed with them and tried to placate Delilah, assuring her that he wouldn’t allow anything to happen to them since they were civilians. The young officer's assertions didn’t exactly inspire confidence, especially when he flinched at the final gunshot that could be heard coming from within Simon’s Bull.</span><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"> </span><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;">The second volley of bullets decided Otis, and he ran down a back alley, charging hard for the back entrance. At the front of the bar, the Cape Merrin officers lined up on either side of the door, and one of the officers kicked open the door savagely and avoided catching his clothing on fire. What he saw in the bar—the roaches, the 10’ tall wolf, and a number of people with weapons engaged in attacks—made him freeze for an instant. A second later and he drew his weapon and badge and yelled at the entire bar, in the most commanding voice possible: “Cape Merrin PD, drop your weapons and stop moving immediately!” His voice was shrill and verged toward hysteria in the final syllables of "immediately." The other officers—two more—kicked the door open and came in after this pronouncement. One of the officers looked at the roaches swarming over the floor of the bar and ran out to radio for animal control and to puke up the large double quarter pounder he had consumed less than 20 minutes ago. The taste of bile was still in his spittle when he radioed in for more back up.</span><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"> </span><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;">Outside the vague sound of sirens could be heard, but no fire truck had yet arrived to douse the fire on the door. </span><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"> </span><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;">As Otis approached the back entrance of the bar, he had to boot a thin, scraggily rat out of the doorway with the toe of his shoe. From his vantage point he could see the lady cop he had seen earlier in the hallway; she was lit strangely as if candlelight were emanating from the bathroom doorway that she stood in. Tentatively, he lifted a foot over the threshold, prepared to enter hell once again. </span>