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Characters: Lucifer, Xerxes Break, Michael, Usagi
When: Backdated like woah to zombie outbreak during the DF crossover event. Because I fail hardcore.
Where: Veles, then the wastes and Adstringendum
Rating: PG-13 for violence and whatnot
Summary: Michael's not as invincible as he thought. Lucifer acts like the brother he is. Usagi provides some much needed healing. Break's along for the ride.
Michael was old. Ridiculously old. Older than almost anything else in existence barring his Father, The Mother, and Death, and yet here he was. He should have known better than to get himself into something like this.
Still, knowing he should have known better wasn't helping the fact that he was holed up in an abandoned building in Veles, almost completely powerless and injured worse than he had been in a long time. That demon... If Michael ever caught sight of the blue haired menace outside of this cursed city, he wouldn't bother with swordfighting, he'd go right to the exploding.
And then there'd been the zombies. He'd fought them off, still quite capable of that even after the fight with Laharl, but he hadn't gotten out unscathed. He'd been realizing just how not unscathed over the last few hours, as he began to feel the effects of something he knew wasn't just blood loss. That was seriously it. Michael was so done with this dimension.
When: Backdated like woah to zombie outbreak during the DF crossover event. Because I fail hardcore.
Where: Veles, then the wastes and Adstringendum
Rating: PG-13 for violence and whatnot
Summary: Michael's not as invincible as he thought. Lucifer acts like the brother he is. Usagi provides some much needed healing. Break's along for the ride.
Michael was old. Ridiculously old. Older than almost anything else in existence barring his Father, The Mother, and Death, and yet here he was. He should have known better than to get himself into something like this.
Still, knowing he should have known better wasn't helping the fact that he was holed up in an abandoned building in Veles, almost completely powerless and injured worse than he had been in a long time. That demon... If Michael ever caught sight of the blue haired menace outside of this cursed city, he wouldn't bother with swordfighting, he'd go right to the exploding.
And then there'd been the zombies. He'd fought them off, still quite capable of that even after the fight with Laharl, but he hadn't gotten out unscathed. He'd been realizing just how not unscathed over the last few hours, as he began to feel the effects of something he knew wasn't just blood loss. That was seriously it. Michael was so done with this dimension.