Recudor: Southern District

Baffled that there still seem to be yet more of the things pouring from the back room, Sharpe lets Rich take the wheel for a bit as he tears into their numbers.

He looks over as the beast they took their time pulling apart lays on the floor, and he looks over at Jericho, then back to RD.

"They don't seem to attack their own, would they still do that if their way was blocked by one? Maybe we could use big guy over there to block them in." He says.

As soon as he finishes he notes RD tumbling off, and figures he should give him some cover.

Sharpe sprints forth and lashes out at a few dolls that attempt to pounce him, be they from the front or the flanks.

Jericho sees more and more of the dolls start to poor into the room. He quickly grabs the blade that the giant doll was using. He quickly moves along the room slashing and cutting at whatever doll comes near him. He makes his way to where the doll is down and stands in front of it, protecting it from whatever my come, be it other dolls...or his friends.

In one smooth motion RD manages to take down a good bit of dolls before his roll. Another doll rushes out of the next room but narrowly misses him with it's uncoordinated slash- stumbling and staggering right onto Sharpe's blade, after taking down the rest of the dolls.

What few are still conscious claw at the ground or spasm around before expiring. The dead dissolve into shadows much like all the rest.

Given a little bit of a breather RD, who is right at the entrance to the second room, takes a quick peek inside. The scene is rather shocking, if unsurprising.
The room is filled with piles of dolls, or perhaps even corpses. It's a little hard to distinguish in the dark. The first thing RD notices are a few of the dolls getting up or crawling out of the piles of bodies. Five total, though neither of them seem to be in a bit of a frenzy or disoriented.

"Dang... I was hoping we had stumbled upon a goldmine here... Not just some F'd up morgue..." Richard grumbles to himself as he walks further into the back room. "Then again, mayhaps its just a bit too dark to see what exactly i'm after..." RD turns and identifies the five 'others' in the room with him. Feeling a bit of a difference in the air about the dolls before him, and wary of the possibility of more prepared to strike from the shadows, Richard shifts into a ready stance. "Congratulations, you lot get a chance to prove you're not just cannon fodder like the rest. Don't disappoint me."

Sharpe steps into the beginning of a charge, getting ready to follow RD but then abruptly stops. Suddenly unsure whether following up is a smart move or not he hesitates. A feeling he is certainly not used to that brings up some rather grim memories of past assignments with the military.

When Jericho sees that most of the threat is gone, he turns to the doll. He sees the poor thing still trying to trash about. He puts the blade down and puts his hand on its chest and rubs it, trying to calm the beast down. Jericho sees that RD has entered other room, he knows the man will be ok. Jericho then starts looking around for Aura.

"Aura?! Wh-Where did you go? Are you ok?"

The faint scent of decay wafts through the second room as the dolls climb out of the piles of bodies and step further into the light coming off RD's weapon and the previous room. The scale-like growths covering their bodies glint in the darkness, accented by their wildly glowing eyes. Unlike the previous dolls these five seem a lot more composed. Each standing in their own ready pose with their own individual forms of intensity emanating from them.

From left to right RD takes a moment to study the vaguely obscured dolls, their composure, and the growths on them, in just the same way as they are studying him with a mixture of confusion and ferocity.

The first doll steps up, It's expression one of excitement. It's movements are mechanical but somehow emanate a bouncy feel to them. The doll's chest and arms are caked in hard scales, with it's hands overgrown and swollen into the shape of permanent fists.

The second doll backs up against the wall. It's expression is somewhat confused and it takes a moment to stare at it's own hands as if it didn't understand it's situation. It's fingers are long and spindly and the strange growth has only overtaken half of it's body, including it's face, where large spikes protrude out of the overgrown half.

The middle doll is standing firm, staring, with intense eyes towards RD, studying him calmly. Aside from small areas it's almost completely overgrown in the same scales and chitin as the rest. Aside being almost fully consumed by the growths the only thing that sets it appart from it's peers are it's intense orange eyes instead of the usual green ones the previous dolls have shared in common.

The second to last doll is low hanging, clutching a cleaver in each hand. It's the least well preserved, with very few growths or scales, and tattered limbs. However it's movement is rather fluid and it's expression is one of twisted hunger with a permanent smile etched into the doll's face.

Lastly the final doll, which seems to have a tick of sorts. Periodically cocking and readjusting it's head, and it's fingers twitching occasionally. One of it's arms is fashioned into a similar weapon as the giant doll from the other room, with a large sharp piece of scrap metal fused with it's arm through the growths that extend all the way up to it's shoulders.




Four of the five dolls stare at RD and his lit sword. Each displaying their own intelligence, and their own personality. Each with their own motive.

And one strikes first.


The first doll, clearly energetic in nature, steps forth with such a might it cracks the bodies beneath it as it lunges towards RD, fists raised.
Having taken his time to study the dolls rather than engaging first, rd manages to sidestep it easily despite it's speed and strength, where it flies past him, cracking the wall with it's punch.
Thank's to RD's quick reflexes and forethought the fighter doll is now standing vulnerable besides him for just a brief moment, caught unaware by his dodge.


Immediately the last two, the Nimble Doll and the Sword Doll, rush RD striking at him with very little synergy.




Meanwhile Sharpe springs back into action, somewhat off-put by his hesitation he charges in to the room to assist RD.

Jericho calls and calls for Aura but not only does he speak no language understandable by humans Aura also does not appear to have followed them into the basement of the church.

Hype doll's attack passes by Richard harmlessly, who sighs, exasperated; as he divides the doll diagonally in one fluid motion. The chitinous mass resists the blade slightly, but definitely to a lesser extent in comparison to the beast the group had disabled earlier. "That's a really weak start..." mutters RD as he faces the next two aberrations.

He had figured the five were part of a group that had worked together previously seeing as they each revived at around the same point and seemed to give off similar aura, but that illusion quickly faded as the battle progressed. These two dolls, while both carrying a similar threat value, clearly had no real sense of teamwork. To a further extent it even appeared that they barely possessed a mind beyond 'kill'. Though they had witnessed what folly an attack with no thought behind it would wrought when opposing Richard, they were doing what amounted to the same as the recently destroyed doll.

The of the two charging Richard the quicker of the two wielding two cleavers strikes first, to which Richard responds by fiercely batting it away... attempting to knock the 'nimble' doll into the 'sword-wielding doll's path.