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Vilana (Stasia)


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The room she had entered was not only empty, but utterly and completely barren, like someone had gone through and carefully taken everything, including the carpet that obviously used to be here. The door on the far side had been smashed, wooden splinters and large gouge marks suggesting a heavy blade of some kind, and as far as Vilana could see, the hallway was almost pitch black, only small green lights set into the walls giving any hint that a hallway was actually there.

Bubbles, fun happy bubbles, was strangely quiet and docile, his ears and tail low as he sniffed the air and growled almost silently, refusing to move away from her legs as she walked, his hackles raised in warning as he continued to scent the air carefully. He didn't like it here one little bit.
 
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Vilana's steps picked through the bare floor, placing her steps quietly as she looked to examine the green lights upon the wall. She blinked her eyes, trying to adjust to the dark as she pulled out her close quarters weapon, ready for anything to appear at this point.
 
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The green lights seemed to be emergency guide lights set into the wall, which conveniently pointed right towards the roof access! Because they were emergency lights, and they pointed towards exits... Bubbles however refused to relax, only getting more and more anxious as he got closer to the door, but looking in either direction down the hallway didn't reveal anything. The door to the roof, made of heavy metal, seemed a little too dark, like shadows were actively pulling away the surrounding light to hide something, and glaring at it, Vilana's cuddly poochy companion raised his hackles and started to snarl, his teeth, revealed to be a row of pointed fangs, bared completely.
 
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Vilana swept her eyes from side to side, turning her head to look in every dark corner as she made her way closer and closer to the door. She held onto her weapon tightly, and made note of her puppy's behavior. Cautiously she squated down, trying not to make a sound, and whispered to her puppy.

"Calm down, we will make it. Thank you for telling me..." She said, stroking the head of the hound pup.
 
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And then the shadows moved, literally, and Bubbles began to bark, loudly growling and snarling as he tried to put Vilana behind himself as something stepped from the corner near the door and pointed an odd looking homemade spear at the pair, as if denying them passage.

His clothing was lacking, nothing more then tattered rags hanging on a gaunt form, his eyes dead and lifeless, bone white in his skull as the man peered unseeing at them, though he was certain they were there. He didn't speak, and his breathing was a ragged, drown out hiss, guarding the door to the high road.
 
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Vilana quirked a brow down at her puppy, then turned to see what exactly he was alerted to. Her eyes went wide as she took some steps back, warily watching the tip of that spear that the gaunt figure wielded. She pursed her lips, then pulled out her firearm. She settled the sights upon the figure's head, hoping to take him out with one shot and end the confrontation in less than a couple seconds, and move on after the shot rang out.

Her finger curled within the guard, grinding against the trigger and squeezing it back with a practiced movement and smoothness to her pull. Her nerves always tensed before the unknown point of releasing the hammer into the pin of the casing. It was at that point her excitement was at it's highest, but at this moment, her mind was focused on survival and stealth. That last milimeter was breached, signaled by her fired ammo and the casing chiming on the floor.
 
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Vilana 20
Stalker 13
Crit, dead

Perception 16... Success Vilana looks down the other way... See's something!

Vilana, leveling her weapon, felt the mechanics within her pistol suddenly snap as the slide shot back due to the recoil, and a dull, blue flash echoed from the barrel, punching a clean hole in the creature skull, and the door, and a vent on the roof, before stopping, the projectile lodging in the aluminum somewhere, before another hiss brought Vilana's attention to the other direction of the hallway.

1 creature had become 4, and they were all looking at her with those same cold dead eyes, one holding a crude spear, the others holding kitchen knives and another still wielding a fire iron, all starting to advance on her slowly.
 
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