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Nightshift 42: Bill's Hardware

Jul 19, 2009 14:22

[from here]Lockdown kicked the door to the hardware store down and barged in. There was already a zombie in here, a big one, who the bounty hunter guessed was the owner of the store. There were also two other zombies with him, so Lockdown was already outnumbered. But that had never stopped the bounty hunter ( Read more... )

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deadlyjuliet July 20 2009, 05:29:01 UTC

[from here]

Glorious! The door was already open, meaning Grell didn't need to bother with it as he moved inside. More of those nasty undead things were in here, but there were enough people to keep them occupied while Grell did a little shopping. Pushing his way in, he scanned the rows and headed for the far left side of the store, away from the counter and away from the fight. He needed a chainsaw. A hardware store usually had them.

Usually.

It would be just his luck if this place was so backwater they didn't even carry a proper chainsaw. Pushing forward, he started skimming the aisle as he went. "Gardening equipment. Gardening equipment... Augh, where is it?!"

clockmongler July 20 2009, 12:07:11 UTC

The moment Grell burst through the already open doors and into their destination, the Gambler almost collapsed. If it wasn't the exhaustion, it was the pain, each of those lovely little burns Sora had given to Xigbar (who then so thoughtfully passed them onto the younger Nobody) flaring with each, laborious step. He was very, very close to simply falling over, practically doubled over, Grell's grip and forward momentum being the only thing keeping him upright.

Of course, the moment he took to enjoying being at Landel's, it did something like this to him. It was as if he was being conditioned to hate Saturdays.

After pulling himself together a bit, the Nobody finally straightened himself and looked at his surroundings. Hmm... There was only one thing Grell would logically wish for at the moment.

Ah ha! X tapped the god on the shoulder. "I believe what you are looking for is over there."

deadlyjuliet July 20 2009, 14:14:04 UTC

With the prospect of gaining a weapon, Grell really didn't think much about Luxord's injuries. He wanted a blade in his hands and he wanted those unnatural creatures outside to die. The best way to do that? Cut them apart until their blood ran thick in the streets. Even if it was rotten blood and therefore not the proper color at all. Which was really quite disgusting if he gave it too much thought, so Grell simply pushed that entire issue aside.

It wasn't until he felt a tap on his shoulder that he stopped and turned. "Ove--" Yes. YES.

He truly hoped Luxord didn't mind the high pitched girlish squeal of absolute delight that came out of his mouth that very moment. There it was: beautiful, gleaming, red and just the right size. Grell dashed forward and grabbed the red handle, a little disappointed that it didn't feel perfect, but more than content that it felt right. A chainsaw, a proper chainsaw, in his hands. The grin on Grell's face was undeniable as he whipped it around and laughed in glee, hugging the blade close ( ... )

clockmongler July 20 2009, 16:48:46 UTC

...how adorable. Ah, if only he had the heart to properly find the other man's antics as sweet as they really were. As it was, he only leaned himself against a shelf and watched from a small distance (and- would those things quit it? They received a card to the face for their troubles), a smile on his face.

"I'd love to." After all, that meant Grell would do the maiming and Luxord could stand back and not exert himself. Seeing mayhem and not having to be in the center of it? How delightful.

deadlyjuliet July 20 2009, 22:20:10 UTC

If Luxord wanted to see mayhem, he was certainly in the right place. Grell gripped the rip cord and pulled it hard, laughing over the sound of the motor roaring to life. How he'd missed this sound! And how he'd enjoy tonight now that he had this weapon in his hands. The weight was a little more than he remembered, but that didn't stop him for long. The rotating blade sent comforting reverberations up his arms and Grell turned as one of those unnatural undead came up behind him, grinning ( ... )

clockmongler July 21 2009, 11:32:02 UTC

As much as he liked Grell and enjoyed his company, that was something he always felt a shadow of jealousy over. That love of destruction, how he took obvious pleasure in everything around him, in the carnage he created...

It was hardly fair.

X smiled and nodded and, for once, just did as asked, retrieving the God's gift to hold to himself. So long as none of that gunk splatted onto him, the Nobody had no problems with this arrangement and would follow Grell wherever he wished, so long as that weapon of his remained working.

"Where do you have in mind, darling?" The safest area would mostly likely be on the higher ground, though he could never know for sure. Zombies were crafty.

deadlyjuliet July 22 2009, 01:56:47 UTC

Where indeed. The sound of splintering wood said that the dead were rising from their graves (although who in their right mind buried people under the floorboards?) and the flood from outside was only getting worse. Going up seemed natural to Grell, if only because he was accustomed to watching humans from rooftops and church spires. Up was closest to the sky and where he felt more at home ( ... )

clockmongler July 22 2009, 05:55:21 UTC

Hm. Unlike in Port Royal, where those little monsters still had a sense of self, these were all mindless drones that had only one thing in mind. Really, he had almost forgotten that they were so many of them until the God was harassed by the one on the floor. They were so determined and incredibly bitey-

The Nobody felt himself being tugged backwards, his right arm being held in a vice grip by some disgusting, rotting hand. They shouldn't be this strong! It was only through the good graces of quick reflexes that he managed to grab something (a flower pot?) and pull himself back far enough to smash it into the thing's skull. Its grip loosened and it fell to the floor, evidently stunned. It would be back up before long, he could feel it...

Tonight was a bad night. Tonight was a very bad night.

In the end, the most he could do was follow closely behind Grell, completely silent. There was very little room for another option at the time. Anywhere they were not would be a blessing. Disgusting creatures, all of them...

deadlyjuliet July 22 2009, 06:23:40 UTC

The sound of a pot smashing behind him gave Grell pause and he glanced over his shoulder in time to see Luxord leaving a stunned creature on the floor. These things were rather persistant and, unfortunately, very bitey. As evidenced by the undead man coming around the aisle, hands reaching for Grell's face, jaw open and-- "Augh, your breath is positively rancid!"

Taking the shears, Grell thrust them straight forward into the man's eyes, wincing as the points connected and sank in. Oddly enough the zombie seemed to stop moving, his arms going lax as the body sank to the floor. Unfortunately, that dragged Grell with it and the death god was forced to stumble forward, his arm following the arc of the body. Pressing one foot to its neck, he pulled the shears free and made a face at the sight of the gunk left behind. "This is why the dead should simply stay dead."

Creepy. Everything about this was simply creepy; and it look a lot for Grell to admit to that. Shaking the shears, Grell noted the head on a stick and stuck his ( ... )

clockmongler July 23 2009, 00:44:55 UTC

Luxord would have enjoyed this a lot more if he were not injured. It could have been a fun game, with who could survive and who would succumb to these monsters... But it simply wasn't the same when they were after him. It reminded him of the Heartless and having his heart stolen violently from his chest and, god forbid, he wasn't finding any of this and the memories it brought amusing.

Disgusting, mindless things that only targeted the living. It had been so long since anything like that had left him on their list as well. Well, so long as he stayed close to his lady with the chainsaw, he'd be fine. Blood soaked and annoyed, but fine.

"Do you see any stairs?" The sooner they found somewhere safe that they could relax and laugh at everyone else down below, the better. He was beginning to think he really couldn't salvage this date.

deadlyjuliet July 23 2009, 04:43:39 UTC

No moaning save for the sounds left behind was a good thing. The sound of the wood creaking from down below? Not so good. The blasted creatures were pushing their way through the floors, emboldened by the smell of blood or whatever else it was that drove their mindless instincts. Grell clicked his tongue against his teeth and rounded a corner in the shelving. "Not at the moment, but there must be some in here ( ... )

clockmongler July 23 2009, 05:31:27 UTC

He was not enjoying this, not one bit. The longer it took for the other to open the door, the more X felt the need to toss him into that oncoming group. It was self-preservation, pure and simple--as much as Luxord liked the God, he liked not becoming the first zombie-Nobody in existence even more (that was how it went, yes? If they kill you, you become one of them?). That creaking from the floorboards, the figures shuffling forward, those noises growing louder and louder...

He wasn't fearful, make no mistake. Simply very, very unhappy.

But the knob finally gave way and the desire to strangle the man in front of him went with it. A bit. Why was he being the one asked to do this? He was already carrying both his cards and the God's incessant little box, so why ( ... )

deadlyjuliet July 23 2009, 06:50:24 UTC

Simply put, the reason Grell was asking Luxord to do things was because the death god was becoming unexpectedly sore from waving a chainsaw about. It used to be that whipping his scythe about in one hand was easy, almost comically so, but tonight he was learning something very unappealing about being mostly human. Humans were weak. And with the pruning shears in one hand and the chainsaw in the other, he was hard pressed to try to do anything other than keep a grip on his greatest prize for the night.

Also, he didn't want to chip a nail while trying to manage too much at once.

Getting inside, the death god left the chainsaw and the shears on the steps for a moment, patting the red handle affectionately before going back to the storeroom. Crowbars were lovely, but he wanted something heavy to keep those things away from him. His skin crawled with the very thought that they should ever get close enough to touch him again. He needed a barrier that was harder to break, more durable, more... Box. He needed a box. Waiting until ( ... )

clockmongler July 23 2009, 08:22:37 UTC

Well, now wasn't he feeling silly. "...you could have asked for help, love." Or have been more specific. Luxord didn't know what in the world he was doing in the middle of this, none the less what it was implied he should barricade the door with.

...Ah, II was right. He was useless.

He placed the present on the foot of the stairs, alongside the crowbar. For once in a long while, he managed to look genuinely concerned for someone else's well-being and made his way over to Grell, hand outstretched to be of assistance. Ugh, those noises. Perhaps the crate would impede the little monsters' progress, which X was truly hoping for, but they still needed to make it to the roof, rather than the stay put. He'd help the God up and come back for the tools, if necessary.

"Come now. Just a bit further."

deadlyjuliet July 23 2009, 09:02:39 UTC

It had been a bad idea, but now, at least, those things were stopped. He could hear them, thumping against the crate, but they didn't have enough sense to do anything about it, meaning they were stuck for now. More important than the z-things outside, though, was the headache raging inside Grell's head. Cracking an eye open when he heard Luxord's voice get closer, he muttered, "Faster this way..."

Not smarter, but he could rest later when they weren't being touched by those nasty creatures. Reaching out for Luxord's hand, he pulled himself woozily to his feet and grit his teeth. For all his whining about work, Grell did and could do things when he really felt like it and this had been one of those rare times. Now that said work was done? He didn't feel like doing anything but killing someone to make himself feel better ( ... )

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