-Sports field, 12:30pm-
This...Was new.
Gabriel had seen a lot of interesting things in his time at the academy. A whole new world had been opened up to him here, a world filled with potential that had been opened up to him via the mysterious workings of magic. Yet not all of his experiences had been particularly pleasant ones, and thus far this particularly interesting day was shaping up to be one of the less fun ones.
Why, one may ask? Well, it had begun three hours earlier with the reported theft of a bee colony (yes, that is not a mistake: a bee colony was indeed stolen) and only went downhill from there. A half hour later Reports started to circulate around campus about a mysterious mage dressed in a black and yellow striped cloak running around ripping apart whatever beehives he could find with his bare hands. Two and a half hours of searching and pest control later, and now there were reports of roaming undead around the campus.
Giant swarms of roaming, undead bees.
"Zombees".
It was so ridiculous that the story almost would have written itself in the satire article of a local paper or a tabloid, but it was very real and surprisingly dangerous. While no students had been attacked yet, several of the horses at the stable had been attacked and one had even been killed only to rise up itself and become undead. At that point the sports field was evacuated and quarantined by the staff.
Then, of course, Gabriel was sent in to find any stragglers and take out the Beemancer. Driving on one of the campus golf-carts loaded with sprayers of an anti-zombee spray (which had been jokingly dubbed "Blessticide"), the security officer bemoaned his fate. He already hated bees to begin with. For all bees of any kind had sharp, pointy stingers and made a noise that would haunt Gabriel to his dying days. Even if the stingers couldn't really easily hurt him, the idea of having hundreds of undead bees crawling all over you was enough to make even the normally pretty calm Gabriel shudder.
And it only got worse as Gabriel got further into the Sports fields.
Stopping the golf-cart and stepping out just nearby the stables, Gabriel could already see the destructive havoc the Zombees had wrecked on some of the nearby folliage: most of it was simply brown and dead. Some of it was looking like it was about to come back to life. It was a mess, and far worse than Gabriel had expected.
I should have gotten the school to call whatever exterminators they could find. This wasn't in my job description. the security officer mused to himself in thought. His reflection on his possible poor choice in situation was cut off when an eerie sound quickly filled the air and suddenly a dark shadow fell over Gabriel and the golf cart he had just stepped out of. Quickly looking over his shoulder, Gabriel froze to the spot as he realized what was near him.
A massive, almost terrifyingly thick cloud of bees was floating nearby. There was no way it was just one hive worth: that had to be literally the roman legion of all bees in the nearby area combined into one.
And they were flying right at him.
"OH GOD!"
Gabriels exclaimation was then marked with several colorful expletives as he quickly grabbed both a sprayer of Blessticide and a large suitcase containing his weaponry and made a run for the stables. There was waaaaaay too many zombees for one sprayer to do the trick, and Gabriel wasn't about to try and fight the bees head on. While he could have probably come up with some clever way to use his artifacts against them it would have been an utter mess of a situation that he would likely not emerge from unscathed.
Despite his rather impressive speed, even Gabriel was having difficulty outspeeding the bees, as he narrowly heard them catching up to him as he drew closer and closer to the stables door that would be his salvation. With a margin of distance that was so slim Gabriel didn't even want to think about it, he made it inside the stables, slamming the door behind him only inches from the abeeminations that pursued him.
The room he was in was dark...very dark. It looked like some kind of storage closet. Moreover, Gabriel swore he heard something in the darkness of the numerous boxes and bails of hay stacked up nearby. A person, possibly? Gabriel wasn't sure...But if it was then maybe he had found someone who hadn't made it out of the park in time.
Only one way to find out.
"Hello? Anyone in here?"
This...Was new.
Gabriel had seen a lot of interesting things in his time at the academy. A whole new world had been opened up to him here, a world filled with potential that had been opened up to him via the mysterious workings of magic. Yet not all of his experiences had been particularly pleasant ones, and thus far this particularly interesting day was shaping up to be one of the less fun ones.
Why, one may ask? Well, it had begun three hours earlier with the reported theft of a bee colony (yes, that is not a mistake: a bee colony was indeed stolen) and only went downhill from there. A half hour later Reports started to circulate around campus about a mysterious mage dressed in a black and yellow striped cloak running around ripping apart whatever beehives he could find with his bare hands. Two and a half hours of searching and pest control later, and now there were reports of roaming undead around the campus.
Giant swarms of roaming, undead bees.
"Zombees".
It was so ridiculous that the story almost would have written itself in the satire article of a local paper or a tabloid, but it was very real and surprisingly dangerous. While no students had been attacked yet, several of the horses at the stable had been attacked and one had even been killed only to rise up itself and become undead. At that point the sports field was evacuated and quarantined by the staff.
Then, of course, Gabriel was sent in to find any stragglers and take out the Beemancer. Driving on one of the campus golf-carts loaded with sprayers of an anti-zombee spray (which had been jokingly dubbed "Blessticide"), the security officer bemoaned his fate. He already hated bees to begin with. For all bees of any kind had sharp, pointy stingers and made a noise that would haunt Gabriel to his dying days. Even if the stingers couldn't really easily hurt him, the idea of having hundreds of undead bees crawling all over you was enough to make even the normally pretty calm Gabriel shudder.
And it only got worse as Gabriel got further into the Sports fields.
Stopping the golf-cart and stepping out just nearby the stables, Gabriel could already see the destructive havoc the Zombees had wrecked on some of the nearby folliage: most of it was simply brown and dead. Some of it was looking like it was about to come back to life. It was a mess, and far worse than Gabriel had expected.
I should have gotten the school to call whatever exterminators they could find. This wasn't in my job description. the security officer mused to himself in thought. His reflection on his possible poor choice in situation was cut off when an eerie sound quickly filled the air and suddenly a dark shadow fell over Gabriel and the golf cart he had just stepped out of. Quickly looking over his shoulder, Gabriel froze to the spot as he realized what was near him.
A massive, almost terrifyingly thick cloud of bees was floating nearby. There was no way it was just one hive worth: that had to be literally the roman legion of all bees in the nearby area combined into one.
And they were flying right at him.
"OH GOD!"
Gabriels exclaimation was then marked with several colorful expletives as he quickly grabbed both a sprayer of Blessticide and a large suitcase containing his weaponry and made a run for the stables. There was waaaaaay too many zombees for one sprayer to do the trick, and Gabriel wasn't about to try and fight the bees head on. While he could have probably come up with some clever way to use his artifacts against them it would have been an utter mess of a situation that he would likely not emerge from unscathed.
Despite his rather impressive speed, even Gabriel was having difficulty outspeeding the bees, as he narrowly heard them catching up to him as he drew closer and closer to the stables door that would be his salvation. With a margin of distance that was so slim Gabriel didn't even want to think about it, he made it inside the stables, slamming the door behind him only inches from the abeeminations that pursued him.
The room he was in was dark...very dark. It looked like some kind of storage closet. Moreover, Gabriel swore he heard something in the darkness of the numerous boxes and bails of hay stacked up nearby. A person, possibly? Gabriel wasn't sure...But if it was then maybe he had found someone who hadn't made it out of the park in time.
Only one way to find out.
"Hello? Anyone in here?"
