Project: Aten

[Niam Maxtor]

As soon as Rin called for it the bottles were sent flying high into the air above the mummies, and as soon as they had appeared they were shot, the liquid covering the mummies. It burned them, burned them good. They began to claw at themselves trying to stop the effect, but only worsened it by doing so, until they turned to dust, but it wasn't over yet. More and more came pouring in through doors and windows, and the number of guests trapped under there spell had increased as well. Things weren't looking good, Niam and Rin were stranded without cover. Trying to control things as best he could he conserved the pastries and pies as best as he could only using them on enemies that came to close. As such he used whatever was at-hand. Such as tables and chairs, but his Lions strength would only carry so far.

Niam's mane was now loose from its tie, and the hair flowed down on his face. He was breathing heavily now, but he wasn't about to let that slow him down. Grabbing a chair he used it as a club and swung it against his enemies, those that didn't crumble were sent flying, but soon the chair broke, and Niam grabbed the remainder of a broken table and began to use that in a similar fashion. He could see that Rin was holding out well, or at least it appeared that way to him, he really didn't have the time to find out.

Suddenly mummies began to thin, Niam didn't know what was happening at first but then Shadow burst through the line, and suggested that they retreat to the Bar, where others had taken refuge, panting Niam could only nod in agreement. Then swinging what was left of the table Niam pulverized a mummy that was coming up behind Shadow.

"Lets go," said Niam. No sooner had the words left his lips he could hear Miss Kira speaking. She was talking in ancient egyptian, possing as a goddess she commanded the mummies to return to there unending sleep. One by one they complied until there were no more enemies to be seen, only bones on the floor. Niam looked to the balcony and sighed a sigh of relief. Gave her a lopsided smile and a thumbs up. Then turned to his fellow companions.

"Well that was a hell of a row," he said, still breathing hard but now with a smile on his face. "Now what?"
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[Evan_Himmel]

Rin Shot the bottels with great aim. As the contents rained down on meny of the Mummys, she took out the clip from the gun and replaced it with the spare clip in time to deal with a few straglers.

She first shot one mummy in the chest and head, "this one's for your mama," then kicked anuther Mummy's head off and shot it's chest, "this one's for the Pope," she then shot a lead mummy in a small group sending it back into the rest of the group, "this one's for little Johny," She then turned and shot anuther Mummy at the left knee, makeing it fall to the side into a table as the contents spill on it, "and this one is for Bobo the space monkey." As a Mummy nearly came up behind Rin she reached back and shot it in the head before calmly saying, "And that one is becuase i had ammo left."

It was about that time When Kira made the the rest of the mummys lay back down, Rin notested Constance was limping slightly. She placed her gun back into her purse as she walked up to Constance and asked, "are you alright?"

[Chaosengine]

Charlie went from trying to fit his hard, masculine physique through a window to being roughly dragged across the room. Being deposited behind the bar, he was practically in a state of pure panic.

"The poor have risen up to reclaim the country!", He gasped. "Just like Uncle Fattington predicted!"

The lemming shoved his hand into his jacket pocket and produced a small book which read, How To Handle The Horrors Of The Homeless by 'Handsome'Henry Higgins.

He flipped to the first page and began to read aloud.

"Step one: Remain calm..."

"Step two: Use alcohol for injuries... Good Idea!!" Charlie squeaked as he popped the top off a bottle and chugged it.

"Step three: Breathe into a bag... ?" The lemming glanced at the suggestion with doubt at first, then shrugged his shoulders and complied.

Charlie grabbed a silken, wine bag and pulled it over his head.

"I think it's working!"

The sides of the bag pufffed out and sucked in as he breathed, until the idiot passed out.

"Gam Gam, is that you?"

The lemming swooned and hit his head off the bar. Out like a light. Dumbass.
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You'll find a god in every golden cloister,
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[Lidia_Apricot]

Diana was chocking and trying to save her breath from the gripped hand of the old, covered toilet paper, walking living until the male, brown, rabbit, who she served water earlier, tripped the mummies feet, releasing the long-ear bartender from its grasp. The brown rabbit grabbed Diana and ran to the bar stations and jumped behind the bar table, along with the bat she served earlier as well. While the ruckus and the fighting going on the ballroom floor, the three flop down on the bar floor and does nothing but sit and listen to the fighting going on the other side of the bar table.

*Sigh* "Thanks. I thought that wrapped up freak will pop my head off if you didn't saved me in time."

"So anyone got any ideas how to get outta here?", asked the male, brown rabbit as he looked to the bat and to Diana.

The long-ear bartender silently listens to the sound of gun fire, screaming (from the mummies), and sounds of furniture and bottle broken from the ballroom, which the long-ear gave out a long, disappointing, sigh.

"There goes my week salary., thought Diana annoyed. "We do nothing." said Diana answering the brown rabbit's question. "Let us leave to someone who knows who they are dealing, plus, who knows how to fight. Suddenly, Diana looked to her left and saw, on the far left side of the bar floor, was a Jackal with its body quivering, which Diana assumed was of fright and noticed that the Jackal's clothing was a waiter outfit, which means the Jackal work in the Hotel, like Diana. When Diana took a good look at the Jackal, she instantly recognized him. "Oby..." silently said Diana. The frighten Jackal did not notice there were someone else with him on the bar floor. With that, Diana stood on all fours and began crawling to the jackal when all of the suddenly, she instantly stop herself in fright when she saw a female husky's head over the bar table. The female husky did not saw nor noticed Diana and began yelling at the jackal about something Diana did not heard. Then the female husky's head disappeared, again, not noticing the long-ear bartender on fours. Diana continued crawling to Oby, but the long-ear only moved three front paws till the Jackal was forcibly pulled up by one of scary wrapped-up freak. Diana did nothing, but froze and watched the old, disfigure, corpse, leaned its face to the Jackal's with its hollow eye sockets looked into the Jackal's wide, frighten eyes. Seconds later, the living corpse let go of the jackal and limped away from the bar to the hotel's main hallway.

Diana had no idea what happened as she stared Oby. Eyes wide, his pupil showed no shine from his pupil; no emotion from the Jackal eyes. Diana gently stood up, but her movement caused the unfazed Jackal to turned away from the long-ear bartender. "NO! Oby, what are you doing?!", said Diana in a hush, harsh tone. But the emotionless Jackal ignored her words and exited himself from the bar, following the living corpse to the main hallway. Without thinking, Diana ran out from the bar, leaving the brown rabbit and the bat, and ignoring the screaming guests. Diana followed five feet behind from the Jackal as Diana pushed herself from the crowded of walking corpses. Some tried to grab hold of her, but this time, the long-ear bartender was ready. She punched one of the corpse's head and the corpse's head twist off, but Diana didn't saw that as she continued pushing herself through the crowd. As Diana set foot on the entrance of the ballroom, Diana's long ears picked up someone chanting of unknown language the long-ear had never heard. As the chanting began, every living corpses automatically stopped and stood where they are. Diana leaned her head over the ballroom entrance and looked up to the hallways stairs and stood there was a black cat, wearing some kind of white sheet around her and standing next to the black cat was the cobra she had served "fruity whiskey" earlier, wearing nothing but a ripped bed sheet as a skirt around the Cobra's waist. As Diana listened to the female, black, cat's unknown language speech, She took a good look to a mummy right next to her, standing as a stone as its hollow eyes sockets glued to the goddess-like black cat. The long-ear could not help herself but lifted one of her fingers and slowly reached to poke the corpses limping arm. As she softly poke its arm, and after the black cat finished her chanting, the corpse collapsed to the floor. One by one, the corpses surrounds Diana, as well, collapsed to the floor. After every corpses fell to the floor, Diana worriedly moved her head around the main hallway, hopefully find the jackal. But the jackal was no where to be found, which assumed, to the sad long-ear, the jackal had left the hotel, still following the surviving living corpse.

Disappointed of not saving her co-worker/friend, Diana walked back to the partly, empty ballroom, and looked up the mess the guests and the living corpses made and wondered sarcastically who will clean up the mess. She rolled her eyes and began picked up little pieces of scraps; suddenly, the long-ear heard a loud thump, she looked up and saw, over at the bar, a big, green, obnoxious, hamster, she saw before, lying on the ballroom floor, with a half ripped bag on top of the green hamster's head. *sigh in frustration* "Great...I have to deal cleaning this mess, and taking care of a drunken, green, hamster." Diana dropped the scraps on the floor and walked towards the passed out green hamster and knelt beside him. Diana gave a light pat on the green hamster's cheek, hopefully it will wake him up. "Hey! You better not be dead. If you are, then you'll be meeting Ammit very soon, and I think he will be most pleased on enjoying a nice green, plump, hamster on a silver plate."

[Greg]

Whenever he checked all the rooms, he took his pistol and dagger out to be more caution and moved slowly in case the mummies show out in coming of no where. At the last room, Greg felt something really odd about the room, so when he moved in slowly, the door suddenly closed itself. Then Greg tried to open the door, but it's lock. "Wha..? How the door closed and locked itself??" Later, Greg tried to kick the door as hard as he can, but when he heard the sound from the back, he turned his head and saw the mummies coming from the closet, and bathroom, so he pulled his pistol out and shoot direct at mummies head and said to himself in thoughts " It's a Trap! I have to get out of here before I'll end up here"

[Crimson]

Crimson looked around the room frantically for a way out. He had no bloody clue what was going on. He was here to help build hotels not fight mummies. That's when he spotted the back door. "Over here." he yelled over the screams.

He lead the way as they left the shelter of the bar toward the door. As they got closer to the door the path was blocked by a pair of mummies. Crimson picked up his passe using his wings to add a little more speed and tackled the two mummies. Sending them flying out of the way along with Crimson. "Go I'll hold them off while you guys get out." Crimson yelled as he fended off the pair of undead.

With a well placed elbow he smashed the jaw of one of the mummies clean off. "Go I'll cover you." He said as he kicked in the knee of the other.

(Sorry about the mix up )
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[xivk]

"We do nothing."

Listening to the long eared rabbit, xivak wondered what would be the next plan of option seeing as mummies were approaching quick with the other guest firing with campaign corks.

Suddenly with someone yelling "over here!" xivak turned his head to see crimson heading towards a door tackling mummies as he went. Looking back to tell the bartender he notices shes gone and went back into the skirmish.

"that is one crazy rabbit" he said to himself. Jumping over the bar heading towards crimson the mummies around began falling to the floor one by one suddenly.

"Da hell, crimson what happened?"

Wondering himself for a second he points towards the stairs above to show a cat and cobra dressed in.. bed sheets for some reason talking in some egyption language.

"Ok... guessing were safe then" xivak said looking around as most of the mummies in the room had fallen.

Leaning his head over to his shoulder as if listening to something "Oh dam good idea, hey crimson ill be right back " the brown rabbit said as he began looking about the down mummies.

"ah yes, one of these fellows is loaded with some interesting wares" he said in a happy mood as he removed a golden head peice off of one of the mummies.
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[Caroline]

Shrugging herself free of her "rescuer", some husky dog with apparently zero common sense, Valerie exclaimed, "Let go of me, you lout! One is not a sack of cement to carry to the construction site. One is completely fine, and can walk on One's own two legs."

She began to run down the back stairs, but was not as quick as one of the other's accompanying her. He had lept over the banister ahead of them, and proceeded to open the door. Valerie and her motley party spilled out into the back streets of Luxor. Damp cobblestones and street-bricks greeted them, as did the unwashed smell of the back alley, but at least no mummies or zombies or ghasts or ghouls were around. And no ghosts... Valerie shivered at the thought. At least there were no ghosts. The New Yorker's comment barely touched Valerie's ears. Why is it that they always ask 'Why'? Do they not understand that One is in charge here, and therefore they should just follow. They should be safe here... for the moment. She took that moment to catch her breath, and quickly tap her shirt pocket, to make sure the scrap of parchment was there.

She turned her full countinance upon the New Yorker, and began to grind her teeth to keep herself from yelling. "Well, One could take several hours to explain the intricacies of what all is going on each time One makes a command decision, just to ensure that you agree with it. Or, One could do what One has always done which is to give instructions, and expect them to be followed. One does not have all day to explain to the likes of you what One has in mind. But, being that you asked, and One is feeling generous with One's intellect today, One will grant your wish and explain. The dead do not like moving water. Something about it washing away existance and memories or somesuch... the translations often get garbled at this point, but it is the best One has been able to discern. Satisfied?"

Looking around again, she took account of her party... the New Yorker... the husky... and that was it. "Where is the Contessa? And her Naga bodyguard?"

Seeing her compatriots shrug a reply, Valerie growled at the back of her throat. "You two, wait here, and try not to break anything. One will not have her employees randomly vandalizing. In fact, you" she said, pointing at the squirrel, "get One some sort of truck. Even this backwater should have one of those. We will need it so everyone can get to the docks."

Drawing her saber, Valerie headed back inside. She would be damned if that stupid coyote had absconded with Contessa Wladyslaw. "If you want something done right, you have to do it yourself," she mumbled around a snarl full of teeth. The back door lead to a hallway, which led into the kitchen. The kitchen was abandoned, and the whole place smelled of burnt chicken, beef, and fish... apparently the entire staff had left in one gigantic hurry. Storming through the kitchen, Valerie slammed the doors into the ballroom open and scanned for her coyote employee. Not seeing him, her anger boiled forward, and she shouted, "For Pete's sake, Seneshal, you had better have a damn good reason for making One come back to fetch you!"

Gripping her saber with her left hand, Valerie slowly turned her head to see if she could find him. It was then that she saw a trail of blood from the bar, her heart skipped a beat, and her eyes went wide. Still not seeing the mongrel coyote she thought, Light don't let that idiot be hurt... I... I'm not that good with healing magics.

Much more quietly this time, Valerie said, "C-c-captain Studie?" Please don't let that stupid coyote be hurt.

[Tearlach]

From under the table where he was hiding Sir percy saw the young male coyote lying on the floor near him. He reached out grabed him by the ankles and pulled his unconcious body under the table with him, out of danger for the moment.
Sir Percy gently slapped Johnny several times to rouse him. Johnny came to and spoke.
"who the hell are you?" He inquired
"I am Sir Percy Prunefetish, young male. And may I enquire what in God's name is going on around here?"
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[JohnnyPsycho]

Still trying to shake the cobwebs out of his head, Johnny listened for a second to the commotion surrounding them... or rather, the strange lack of it.

"I'm not quite sure, myself," Johnny answered, "but it seems like things are quieting down... maybe now would be a good time for us to make a hasty retreat."

The pilot slid himself down on the ground and slowly lifted the white tablecloth, peering beneath to survey their surroundings. Seeing no immediate danger, he motioned for the older gentleman to follow him as he crawled from under the table. He stood and quickly surveyed the wreckage suffered by the living dead, a scowl apparent on his face. He was more annoyed than alarmed by the sudden attack of mummies, and he needed answers... and with his keen eyes, he spotted just the person who would give them to him.

As Valerie stooped down to where the trail of blood stopped under a table, she softly called out, "C-c-captain Studie?" She suddenly felt a tap on her shoulder and let out a shriek in terror. Spinning around almost instantly, she swung her arm, hoping to strike her attacker hard enough to momentarily distract them while she ran. Instead, a hand firmly grasped her by the arm, and the coyote staring back at her was giving her a dry, annoyed look.

"I already told you, 'Princess'," Johnny said to the shocked husky, "the name's Sixkiller, not Studie."

Not wasting any time, and not wanting her to interupt him again, Johnny continued, saying, "Now, if you don't mind, maybe you could tell us just what the hell is going on around here..." Johnny's voice trailed off as he spotted the trail of blood on the floor next to her feet. When he approached her from the other side of the room, he hadn't noticed it before. Curious, he overturned the table, and caught the grisly sight of a gentleman mouse who had apparently been trampled to death by the stampede of frightened party-goers at the start of the mummy attack.

He winced in disgust, and then turned to Valerie, grabbing her by the shoulders and pulling her away. It was a purely instictive act, trying protect her from witnessing the gruesome sight, but it took him a second to realize he was now holding the rich heiress and his employer in his arms. He blushed slightly, and quickly let go, trying his best not to look her in the eyes out of embarassment.

Approaching the pair from behind, Sir Prunefetish scratched his chin in puzzlement at a nearby mummy, then exclaimed, "My word! This is Amenhotep the First!" Spotting a brown rabbit taking a golden headpiece from another mummy nearby, the elder professor exclaimed, "Don't touch that, young male, it is a priceless piece of history!"

Strangely thankful for the momentary distraction from his earlier faux pas, Johnny cleared his throat and said, "I think it's time we left Luxor... you and Sir Percy over here can explain everything to me on our way to the airfield. I have a feeling you weren't being totally honest to me about this job, and I hate flying for anybody without knowing all of the details."
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[Tearlach]

"Flying!" exclaimed Sir Percy. " No one mentioned flying to me!". He turned to Lady Valerie. "Lady Carms, is this true?" The elderly professor winced as a sharp pain shot up his arm. " I I ..SSimply c c cannot.."
Sir Percy struggled for breath and then gave a loud cry as he collapsed on to the floor. The dossier he had been cluching close to his chest fell open and the papers within scattered across the floor.
Sir percy's eyes now stared into eternity, the life light within them snuffed out like a candles flame. The events of the last half-hour and the thought of flying had been too much for his unadventureous heart which had simply given out.
Now he lay amongst the remains of the pharaohs he had studied for so long,
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[Symphony]

Constance looked at the hybrid that had approached her.

"There are these...these things after me. The monsters." She loked back over her shoulder and saw to her relief that no one were following her.
"Oh thank goodness they're gone. I don't know what they were. Some horrible, monstrous things."

"And one of them.....it, it spoke to me."

At those words Constance's eyes seemed to gaze at something far away. That moment where the undead creature spoke to her, vividly replayed itself in her mind. It's voice. That dead, ancient voice. It seemed to drown out all other sounds. They had come for her, come to take her away for some reason.

Constance was lost in the memory. So hypnotized by the voice in her head, she didn't pay any thought to her injured ankle. As her body forgot about having been hurt and afraid, she naturally distributed her weight equally on both feet again.

The intense pain, snaking up from her ankle through her leg, immediately made her snap back to reality, and she let out a soft whimper.
"My ankle", she said in a pained voice and looked down at it. "I fell and hurt it. I don't think I've broken it, but it hurts to move it or put weight on it."

Looking at the hybrid once more, she managed a weak smile.
"Thank god this all seems to be over now. I just want to get out of here. Go home, get some ice on my ankle. And just try to forget about what happened here tonight."

Carefully trying to put some weight on her injured ankle, she winced in pain.
"I'm not sure if I can walk that far. I think I might need some help."
Something at the corner of her vision caught her attention. There was the husky girl she had talked to earlier, together with a young coyote she had nticed at the ball before all the chaos. That girl. She threw me the water. She must have known something about what was happening. She was prepared!

"Come", Constance said to the hybrid, "let's see if these people can help us get out of here or at least figure out what happened".

She began limping towards the husky and the people around to her. She moved slowly, trying hard not to do anything that might cause her more pain, or cause more damage to the dress that was just barely holding together.

"Excuse me", she began as she got closer to the group, "can anyone please help me? Please, I.....".

Her voice trailed off as she got closer and saw the dead man on the floor. She let out a gasp and staggered back, one hand covering her mouth and the other desperately clutching at her dress. Her eyes were wide with shock.
Oh no. Please don't let it be so. I just saw him earlier at the bar.
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[DesertWolf]

Things were looking bad.Although the chaos and rampage had stopped,Wan Kuei couldn't help but have a feeling of being angry.The mummies that didn't go back to their eternal sleep escaped with some of the people from the ball and this posed problems.First and foremost,mummies were vulnerable to any number of weaknesses related to Ancient Egyptians.People were not.They could move about and go places the mummies couldn't.Secondly many of the people were from affluent backgrounds.If things didn't go the summoners way,he'd use them as hostages or worse.Wan Kuei was without access to any of his magical weapons/items nor could he use his chi for any superhuman abilities.But what he lacked he made up for it in his use of strategy.The summoner had to have some sort of weakness and he planned on exploiting that weakness. But first it was time to regroup and focus. While attempting to collect his thoughts,Wan Kuei heard a shriek not too far from where he was at.Looking,he could see the husky girl from earlier as well as the coyote.He also noticed the coyote moving the girl out of the way "mummy? no casualty".Wan Kuei had thought to himself.Still looking he noticed another man standing and suddenly dropping to the floor"casualty #2" and finally he noticed the equine female from the bar who was now apparently limping"leg? no, foot most likely.I can fix that but first I need to at least pray for those guys."Wan Kuei still in thought.Walking over,Wan Kuei had simply closed his eyes,moved his left hand with his fingers pointing upwards directly in front of his chest,and in octave not known on any scale began chanting "A mi tou jing" over and over.When he reached his destination,Wan Kuei placed his right hand together with his left saying the prayer a few more times before quietly stopping and opening his eyes again.
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[Tearlach]

Sir Rodney look out from behind the bar and across the battlefield that had once been the Ballroom. There had been very few living casualties, he had seen Sir Percy fall to the floor, but assumed that the old duffer had merely fainted. There were several people around him including Lady Carns, they would look after him. Besides this was an ideal oppotunity to gain the lead, while every one else was busy sorting things out with the police and other authorites, he could be back aboard the Daedalus and away before any awkward questions were asked.
"Beibhinn we are going! The game is afoot and we must be on our way."
Beibhinn gestured at the recumbent figure on the floor and his nurse.
Sir Rodney looked down at the large green lemming slowly recoving his few adled senses under the administrations of the brown lapine waitress. He rolled his eyes to the ceiling and muttered.
" I suppose we had better take him with us. He is a danger to himself let alone any one else within a six mile radius"
As Sir Rodney looked back out across the ballroom he saw some one he thought he recognised, the doberman female.
"No" he whispered to himself "It couldn't be, not after all these years!?"
Beibhinn's sensitive hearing caught his words and she followed his gaze to the female in question and her red eyes narrowed behind her glasses.
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[ShadowFox13]

Breathing heavily with exhaustion Shadow surveys the ballroom turned battlefield with a blank stare. He closed his eyes and let out a deep sigh as terrible flashbacks of the Great War ran through his head. "At least none of them here are screaming." he quietly told himself while attempting to push those dark memories back into the depth of his mind.

He leaned forward and braced himself up with his hand on a table. His sword was coiled up in his other hand as he still failed to notice the blood that was slowly trickling down from his wound. Shadow noticed Beibhinn gesture towards the lemming, that he pulled out of the window, to the other fox. The worn out Shadow made his way over to the pair as the other fox was talking, "...him with us. He is a danger to himself let alone any one else within a six mile radius," the fox told her and then muttered something quietly to himself that Shadow couldn't really make out, "...be... ...after... ...years"

Confused, Shadow tried to look around for clues but decided that his search as a matter that didn't concern him. He was rather curious, however, about who Beibhinn was glaring at and why Hope I'm never on the receiving end of one of those.

Shadow turned back to the fox, "excuse me sir, if I may?" Shadow moved his sword to his left hand so he could extend his to shake that of the Fox's, "The name's Shadow, ex-military and hired... ...hired 'help'. It's a pleasure to meet you sir..." he paused and waited for the fox to introduce himself. After the introduction Shadow faced Beibhinn and smiled as he slightly bowed to her, "Malady, it's good to see that you are doing ok after that little episode you had earlier."

"I'll carry him" Shadow pointed at the lemming "to your transportation for you, if you don't mind me grabbing some items of interest from my room first"...
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[Wallstreet]

Enzo glared at Miss Carms as she ran back into the hotel. "One this, one that. A big shot, this one. Boy, oh boy. Oh, I'll get you a truck, you haughty bitch!"

The squirrel pivoted and gazed up and down the street. He turned to James. "Wait here, chum, back in a flash."

Enzo tore down the street with almost unnatural speed. He paused at the nearest intersection and looked around again. Nothing practical in sight. Limousines, Bentley's, a motorcycle or two. "Fucking upper class."

It took Enzo a good few more sprints and turns before he hit jackpot. A beautiful, mint condition Ford people carrier. This would be the perfect transport. Enzo looked into the interior. Beautifully maintained, this. Comfortable too.

"Man, this really accents the right choice, though, doesn't it?" Enzo moved past the Ford. Parked right behind it was in every sense of the term a pile of shit. Beaten to hell and back, this pickup still barely clung to the badges marking it a GMC. The seats were ripped and torn, a spring jutted from the passenger side. The bed was fully customized. That is to say it was clearly destroyed and repaired by a drunk with wild fantasies of carpentry. Rusty nails jutted here and there, and to be seated on the runners would be uncomfortable to say the least. But it was solid and functional. "I suspect noone will care," said Enzo to himself with a devious grin. "Asides from our dear princess that is. She'll probably demand the passenger seat though. Would she know how to drive, in any case?"

It took Enzo mere seconds to jimmy the lock to the door, and only another few to get the engine started. Black exhaust coughed from the tail pipe as the truck came to life. "Well, she runs fine. That's good. Wouldn't want a bit of cheekiness to ruin our great escape. They better let me drive, is all."

Enzo floored the accelerator, and with the skills that only came to one fleeing from police through very crowded streets very, very often, Enzo found his way back to the door.

He hopped out and grinned at the look on James' face. "Beauty, isn't she?"

Happily, he skipped to the door, leaned in and yelled "You idiot's done playing with the undead or are we ever going to get out asses out of here?"

He laughed and withdrew and happened to gaze down the street. He suddenly wondered. If there are mummies inside, could there be mummies outside? Enzo pouted. They'd better hurry up. He started to quietly practice his 'It was all I could find, I swear! I though we were in a rush!"
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[Miss Scorpia]

Kira, now dresses in her normal clothes, ran over to sir Percy who layed still on the floor. She bend over him and tried to find his pulse. But one look into his eyes told her the sad truth. He was long gone.
Kira noticed some papers laying on the floor around the old man. She picked them up and looked at them.
She was puzzled. Why did sir Percy walk around with papers speaking about the Deir el Madina area? Nothing had ever been found out there. On a map was a big red circle in one part of the area.
The cat knew she had to find miss Carms plus bring these papers with her. They seemed to contain vital information for their mission.
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[Niam Maxtor]

Niam began to regain his composure. Looking around the Ball Room Niam pulled his mane back into a loose tie. His suit jacket was completely trashed though. All of his mummy bashing had done a pretty fair job at tearing it up. Niam pulled it off and retrieved his wallet and keys from it, distributing them into various other pockets among his person, and discarded the ruined jacket. Straightening his vest Niam then rolled up the sleeves of his shirt. The Ball Room was a complete disaster, there was broken furniture everywhere and pastries splattered on the wall. As well as all the now unmoving mummies on the floor... Hello..., Thought Niam to himself, now doesn't this look familiar... Niam bent down and retrieved a piece of jewelery from the floor that had been worn by one of the mummies. After studying it for a moment it clicked, Niam had found this mummy a few years back and turned it over to the museum here in Luxor!

Turning to Shadow, Niam discovered that he was no longer standing next to him. With haste Niam followed Shadow back to the bar that he had mentioned earlier. There were several people gathered around the bar that Niam could see, one of them being Sir Rodney Efingham. It was then Niam noticed Shadows cut. A few more steps and Niam was standing beside Shadow, of whom was mentioning of carrying a rather large lemming. Niam placed a hand on Shadow's shoulder.

"Before anyone starts doing anything," Niam said to the group, then he reached over and grabbed a table cloth from one of the adjacent tables, and continued to speak tearing it into strips, "we should see to the wounded." With that Niam wrapped one of the strips around shadows wound and tied it off, for now it was stopping the bleeding.

"That should do it for now," said Niam, "By the way my name is Maxtor, Niam Maxtor. Is anyone else wounded or otherwise hurt?"
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[Evan_Himmel]

"I have an injured lady over here," Rin said towards Niam. "More than likey a sprained ankel," she said as she got one of the remianing chairs that didnt get distroyed in the chaos and placed it next to Constantce. "sit tight, My freand should be abble to help you out," Rin said kindly to the lady as she setteled her to the seat.

She then survayed the place as she muttered to her self, "what the hell made the dead move?" she then notested Sir Rodney behind the bar as she spoke out loudly, "hay, are you ok over ther? Does eny one back ther need help?"

Rin knew that how the place gotten to the state that it's in would be very difficult to explain to the local constables, or even more harder if said constable took part in the great war. Then agean before now, she never did bealive in magic existing in eny shape or form, and she didnt want to bealive that the dead had just walked up and about. So she tryed to think of what could have made them walk let alone attack people? But the only anwser she could think of is that some one controlled the long presered bodys, Magic or other wise.

[Chaosengine]

Being stuck in the land of unconsciousness, Charlie whisked himself away to a more pleasant memory.

Ten years old in New England with his Uncle Fattington, Charlie was dressed in a sailor's suit and chewing on a giant lollie.

"Gosh, Uncle Fattie, are we going to the park today?" The green kid was sticky all over.

"Of course lad, if these lazy gold-brickers would hurry up!" The tub of a mouse bellowed at his servants.

Fattington looked like a walrus with a mouse's snout, wearing an expensive suit and a monocle. Four emaciated butlers were trying in vain to carry his four-post throne on their aching backs.

"I can't feel my legs..." A goat whined as his back buckled.

"Stop whining!" Fattington jabbed him with his cane. "You there, duck-chap, carry the lad!"

A nearby mallard groaned in disgust and strained horribly as he hefted the fat lemming onto his back.

"Hurray!!" Charlie began to squirm.

"Now let's go throw money to the pigeons." Fattington shouted.

"Don't you mean bread?" Charlie stammered.

"Bread is for poor people, lad." Uncle corrected.

Back behind the bar, Charlie was twitching and making weird peeping noises as he lay out-cold.
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[Tearlach]

Sir Rodney stared at Rin as she and her equine compaion approached the bar and was relieved to see that it was not the Lady he had thought it was when he had first caught sight of her.
However his relief was short lived when Rin Himmel introduced herself and he realised the the young female before him was a hybrid. Half Dobberman, half...Fox.
Collecting his wits, Sir Rodney begain to organize the group around him.

" Right now ladies and Gentlemen our priority is to evacuate this hotel and get to a place of safety..before the bloody Peelers turn up." He finnished muttering under his breath.
Sir Rodney turned to his companion and pointed at Charlie Snogswell lying on the floor.
"Beibhinn, get Rip Van Tinkle here out to the Rolls, I am sure some of these Gentlemen will help you."
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[Lidia_Apricot]

Diana gave out a short scream when she saw the green hamster's head and arm twitched like he was shock by electricity and facepalm when she heard strange peeping noises coming out from his obese mouth. *sigh* "Sorry, Ammit. The round, green, hamster you ordered is out of the menu." whispered Diana to herself. The long-ear couldn't help but imagine the destroyer, Ammit shake his crocodile head and snapped his lion fingers and curse in disappointment of not having a round, plump, green, hamster on a silver platter.

The image gave the long-ear a giggle, but she shook the giggle out and stood up. Then turned to see the male red fox she remembered who talked to the old bull dog who she served an ale drink and listened to his speech about leaving the hotel and find a safe place before the "peelers" comes. "Peelers?", said Diana softly. She guessed he was referring to the Luxor polices as she placed the male fox's words deep to her mind. Going with the fox on...wherever he's going might be her chance to finally break out of her routine life and enter to an unknown, unexpected, adventure she had dream when she was a child. The thought of going out of the city and into the Sahara Desert, with anything that will might comes to her way, made Diana heart beat faster of excitement. Besides, is either follow the fox into an adventure, or stay at the hotel, get caught by the polices, and be asked zillions of question that will be impossible for the long-ear to answer.

Diana stood up her full height, confidently say out loud, "I agree with Sir Red. When we heave up, Mr. Twitches, there..." Diana pointed her thumb behind her at the green hamster on the floor still twitching. "...I suggest we escape to the back of the hotel because someone might see us if we go to the front."

[Greg]

While Greg fight off the mummies, one of the the mummies charged at Greg to grab his neck, but Greg kicked the mummy to break lose. And then Greg start to bang the door as hard as he can and start shouting for help.

[Crimson]

As the last of the undead faded away Crimson went to check up on the female bartender. "Are you all right ma'am?" He asked as he lead them out the way the rabbit pointed.
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[xivk]

As xivak was picking up the headdress off of a mummy checking out the details he heard a voice from the distance tell him "Don't touch that, young male, it is a priceless piece of history!".

Looking up to see someone pointing at him to drop it, xivak puts the headress back down in dissapointment really wanting something so shiny.

Though as he put it down he picked off a little gold beetle on the side of the headdress and stuffed it into his pocket, "couldnt hurt to take a little piece of history" he whispered to himself with a slight laugh.

Standing back up he saw some people tending to the wounded as others were leaving wondering what he should do. Looking back at the bar he saw as the bartender still alive thankfully along with a few other gents going behind the bar trying to lift some heavy looking green hampster.

Guessing with nothing better to do at the moment xivak walked back over to the bar, "you guys need some help over he-" stopping for a second listening as the green hampter was squeaking or something.

"Uh... is he ok?"
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[Caroline]

The blood rushed to her face, as the coyote pulled her away from the grotesque site at the bar. He was... so... muscular. Something she didn't expect, given his gaunt appearance, and wire-thin frame. And, surprisingly, he actually had on a spot of cologne just under his muzzle. A sweet blend of cinnamon and sage. It had been a while since someone had held her in their arms, and she felt herself enjoying it... he was an alluring mix of masculine pride and virility she was beginning to go faint with ideas, her hands had begin to drift up towards the coyotes hips...and then he spoke, totally ruining the mood.

No common rabble dares correct me... TWICE she fumed, as he let go of her. Not bothering to answer his question, she picked up one of the tablecloths, and wrapped it around the equine's shoulders. Smiling to help sooth the mare, she said, "Here, to help cover up your torn dress."

Then, she turned her attention to the worthless help she had hired. "Captain Studie," she emphasized, "are you quite done here wasting One's time? We have already fallen behind our competition, and One does not wish to lose a prize she has so longed to obtain. Now, all of you, come with me. There is much work to be done."

Not waiting to see if they followed, she picked up her saber, that she had dropped with that stupid coyote held her, she sheathed it, and stormed her way back to the kitchen. In a few, short, moments, she reached the back streets, and met with the New Yorker and the husky associates of the Lady Wladislaw. She turned back around to face the back door to the Luxor Palace Grand Hotel, and watched as Captain Studie, the equine, some oriental-dressed helper, the countessa, and her naga bodyguard. Then it hit her... the "truck" the New Yorker had obtained. Grinding her teeth in frustration, she thought to herself, Patience, Valerie... you did not specify a condition the truck must be in... the new Yorker can be granted that spot of leniency.

Her sharp, husky, eyes then spotted a meticulously maintained motorbike. A rare, Indian Scout, model, stenciled with something that looked like a cargo-plan on the gas-tank. And, apparently, whoever parked the motorbike did not remove the keys. Smiling, she turned to the red-squirrel, New Yorker and said, "One sees you have obtained a mode of transportation. Adequate." She turned her countenance to the gathered group and briefed them, "Well, you are all now in One's employ. Captain Studie, is One's Seneschal, and will be in charge in One's absence." She then faced the worthless, coyote and instructed, "Captain Studie, take the others to the docks, and finish getting the supplies One has already asked you to obtain. You can use the... truck, New York here has obtained to get there faster. One will not lose this race to some half-wit, English, fop and his Irish dame. Does One make herself clear."

As her habit, she did not bother to see if Captain Studie had started to load her hired employees into the truck. Instead, she made her way, obviously to the motorbike, and began to walk around it. She hung her backpack off one of the saddlebag hooks. Tracing her fingers seductively along its metal curves she said, "One will use this ride."

The New Yorker had finally reached his limit with her snide remarks, and burst out with, "Look, you order-barking, self-centered, high-brow bitch. You asked me to get a truck. I got a truck. Do you even know what that is?"

Valerie smiled mockingly to the squirrel, and slid her hand to turn the key in the ignition. "Well, it looks like a motorbike." She threw her leg over it, and hefted up her hips, and placed her hands on the handlebars. "It sits like a motorbike." Kicking up the stand, she thrust her legs down in one motion, throwing the clutch in at the same time. The bike revved to life. "And it gets turned on, like a motorbike. One therefore concludes, it is a motorbike."

Valerie looked over at the mare, who still tenderly favored her twisted ankle. She zipped the motorbike next to the equine, and calmly said, "Miss Constance, if you will come with One, One knows a reliable British doctor enroute to the docks. One is certain he will make sure your ankle is not broken."

With a final bit of arrogance, she then smirked at the slack-jawed coyote, "One has found a need for you after all, Captain Studie. One will return your motorbike to you, once Miss Mayflower has been examined by the physician."

[JohnnyPsycho]

As Miss Carms once again took control of the situation (much to his chagrin), Johnny took one last moment to survey the various surviving guests of the ball, silently praying that Diana was among them. To his relief, he eyed his friend near the bar, surrounded by various tough looking customers. Good job, Flopsy, Johnny thought to himself with a smile, just stay with those folks, I'm sure you'll be safer than where I'm going. He sighed, feeling slightly sorry that he wouldn't be able to explain his sudden exodus from Luxor to her, but he hoped he would someday return to explain everything to her once this whole mess was sorted out. Until then, he had business to attend to, and a very short-tempered employer to deal with.

Johnny managed to quickly ask Wan Kuei to help lead the injured lady horse toward the back door while he turned to run back toward the coat-check. Quick as a flash, he was able to spot his riding wear (his duster, goggled helmet, and chaps sort of stood-out among the more elegant coats and hats in the room) and ran back out of the room with his personal effects bundled in his arms. He was running back toward the rest of his party when he spotted Lady Kira kneeling next to the late Sir Prunefetish. Curious, and realizing Valerie wanted her among the exploring party, Johnny stopped next to Kira.

"I'm sorry, ma'am," Johnny said, "but we won't be able to take the poor fellow with us. It's best if we just leave him for the proper authorities to handle while we make our getaway..."

He led her and her snake bodyguard toward the back, catching up with the others quickly. When he saw the condition of the "getaway vehicle", Johnny's heart sank. "You have got to be kidding," he said dryly.

Valerie quickly apprised the group of her plan, and when it became obvious she intended on taking Johnny's motorcycle, he was not pleased. Somehow, though, watching the husky confidently mount and start the motorcycle got him to crack a small smile. Maybe there was something in her cocky attitude that was starting to rub off on him...

Johnny and Wan Kuei helped Constance to the motorcycle at Valerie's insistance, and Johnny made sure to drape his duster gently around the mare's shoulders. "Wouldn't want you to catch a chill in this desert night-air," Johnny said reassuringly. He noticed a bit of irritation from Valerie. Is that a touch of jealousy I spy? the sly coyote thought to himself with a private smirk. Not missing a moment for subtle revenge, Johnny kissed the mare's hand, and said, "I'm terribly sorry we cannot accomodate you better, miss. I pray for your speedy recovery."

Turning to Valerie, he tossed her a pair of goggles, and coldly replied, "Remember, 'Princess', if I find a single scratch on the bike, I'll have to charge you for the repairs." Her eyes got wide and her lips pursed in anger, but Johnny simply turned away and smiled, hearing only the sound of the motorcycle revving up and driving away. Looks like he got the last word in after all... at least this time.

"I guess everyone heard what the plan was, such as it is" Johnny replied to the rest of his new companions, pulling his goggle-less aviator helmet on his head. "If you have any equipment needin' to be picked up before we hit the docks, or perhaps some idea why thousand year old corpses are suddenly walking around, please speak up now."
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[Tearlach]

Sir Rodney and Shadow followed the lapine waitress through the sevice corridors, carrying the peeping, unconcious lemming between them, Beibhinn and several of the other guests brought up the rear. Coming out the back of the hotel via the staff entrance they made their way to Sir Rodney's Rolls Royce silver ghost motorcar, where his chauffeur was waiting. Sir Rodney was furious. Still carring the comatose lemming he began to barate the driver.
" And where the bloody hell have you been? I have just had half of the valley of the kings trying to kill me and you've been just sitting on your tail, playing.. "He remembered there were Ladies present and modified his language. "..Solitare!" He finnished lamely. The black and white tabby cat started to apologise, but Sir Rodney waved him in to silence, almost dropping his half of the lemming.
"Oh come on" He said to Shadow. " Let's get this useless lump on to to the luggage rack. "
The idea of transporting the lemming on the back of the Rolls Royce tied to the luggage rack was greeted by cries of dismay and shame at such treatment, by the other members of the group.

" It would mean that there is more room in the Rolls for everybody else" Sir rodney pointed out.
The members of the group exchanged glances, muttered amongst themselves for a moment. A few minutes later Sir Rodney and his party were driving off down the road towards the aerodrome, passing police cars going to the hotel, bells ringing and not one of the officers noticing a large green lemming tied to the luggage rack with leather straps, making his own alarm signal. "PEEP-PEEP-PEEEP-PEEEP".
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[DesertWolf]

Just as Wan Kuei had finished his prayer,he heard Johnny ask him to lead Constance to the back door of the hotel.It was just going to be easier for him to carry her "Oh well,the things you have to do to get things done."Wan Kuei had thought to himself.Walking over to the mare,deeply bowing to her "I hope you'll forgive me for doing this Miss as I'm usually not quite accustomed to these things." Wan Kuei had said as he'd gently picked the beautiful woman up,wrapped her arm around the back of his neck with his left hand while his right arm snaked its way across her lower back with his hand finally resting on her waist."If the pain is too great or you cannot move any farther let me know and I will carry you the rest of the way." As the two slowly started to move towards the exit. Once they got to the door, the husky girl showed up on a motorcycle as well as a run down truck "Karma must hate me." Wan Kuei whispered to himself knowing full well what he was going to be riding.No sooner had his thoughts finished that Johnny showed up helping Wan Kuei pick the equine up and place her on the motorcycle."I hope you will again forgive me but at least let me help you before you go." Wan Kuei had said while again bowing deeply.Kneeling down next to the injured foot Wan Kuei had picked it up and cradled it in his left hand while his index finger on his right hand began tracing lines and finally using the tip of his finger to rub in a clockwise fashion certain nerve areas to numb out the pain.Once the numbing effect took place Wan Kuei had wrapped his right and left arms around the foot with the fingers hooking together underneath the foot and with a gentle push accompanied by the sound of crunching bone Wan Kuei had managed to reset the bone.It was going to be good enough for now until she got a cast put on there
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