It was a zombie jamboree took place in a New York cemetary....

[tezcatl_ipoca]

Tuesday, September 1st
Just after midnight
The graveyardSurprises me how steady she is walking out there. Picked up something from her just before we left the Tavern; not what the Doc does, burning off alcohol like steam, but maybe something like. Hope she's not sober enough to change her mind, because hell, this promises to be at the very least

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[kaeli_whyte]

We don't talk much as we go to the cemetery and all of the stuff he said about the man in the tower keeps buzzing around in my head. And with it, all of the stuff everyone else said too. It doesn't matter, its not like I'm going to go there just to say hello.

Tez pauses at a grave and I catch the name and dates on it and feel the blood drain from my face. That's the child..baby that was killed in the park, the one I was going to tell Mab about and the reason I was even in the cafe as late as I was that night.."This the one?" he calls. I walk over and look, the name doesn't ring a bell.

"How'd you want to go about this, then? C'mon, Pelan. Up and at 'em, boy." He says knocking on the headstone and sounding like a kid on his birthday. Smiling I shrug, "Not sure exactly, haven't really done this before either." I can vaguely feel the body beneath us, not really the body but where it is, mostly like a hole filled with nothing, no life, nothing

[tezcatl_ipoca]

"Just tell me if I need to stop," and there's an odd little tugging, like someone delicately picking one thread out of a piece of cloth with the tips of their fingers. Neatly done, and I can follow the tug downwards through the warm surface of the ground into cold earth, little stones, the things that wind between them.....

-- that's what she does when she heals? Just - pours energy out of herself like that? After the precision with which she pulled at me, it's startling, and I think of the focus with which I have to knit bits of myself back together and...huh. Pouring out and out and out and fucked if she's ladling out that much of me. Yank myself free of her, twisted little sound of effort in my throat, and then she's stumbling against me.

"Holy Shit. Still nothing. It didn't work." She looks at me and she laughs, and oh hell, figure she's drunker than I thought, still

[kaeli_whyte]

"Right. OK. Whatever it was you just did...figure I owe you a night of drinks." Tez says a little shakily and I don't have to read minds to know he's thinking the same thing I am, I need a drink.

I nod, standing. I don't even really feel that drunk anymore, just---sick and I'm still shivering though at this point the air actually feels warm. I feel the shift as he looks at the ground trying to take back the energy that's still spinning down there, like a tightly compacted ball with nowhere to go. Spinning? Okay, now that's never happened before it usually goes..well..somewhere. Then my stomach drops to my feet as it moves..no life but something is moving.

"Um...Kaeli...?"

"I know," I whisper, watching as the dirt begins shift and move, then cave in. "But..there's still nothing alive.." I trail off, hearing a low gurgling sound as a shroud covered head slowly pushes up through the dirt. "Oh, what the fuck," I hiss, backing away.

[tezcatl_ipoca]

"I know." The earth's moving, and holy fuck, she did it! We did it. Healing death itself....

"Fuck me, Kaeli, you did it!"

"But..there's still nothing alive.... Oh, what the fuck."

...or not.

Something's coming out of the ground, but it's not anything human and alive. Tattered filthy shroud, and wet rumbling noise in the thing's throat, and the hands fighing their way out of soil look distinctly - well, dead.

Well, it's not the resurrection of the dead, but it's pretty damn good. And I believe that only raising the debt was required for the purposes of the debt.... Can't help starting to laugh. "I take it back. You owe me drinks. And, uh, Kaeli?" The thing's pulled itself free now, and it's moving - not fast, not fast at all, but purposeful and inexorable - towards the pair of us. And I'm pretty sure I can handle it, but I'm not alone here. "Might want to start running. Any time now."

[glass_beddau]

Came home and slept away the valerian, and woke up sudden with a feeling running through me like a bell tolling in my bones.

Well, then. That's new. Get up and sit on the edge of the bed in the dark, breathing slow and even and waiting to see it settle out. It's not doing that, but at least I'm waking. Not the valerian, then what?

Get up and dressed and that funeral bell feeling's growing in me. Thread my ring onto the chain Wanda gave me, and fasten it back 'round my neck, and head downstairs t'see Iago. Aren't like to be many around this late on a Monday night--

--and I take the last step down and all the funereal chime turns sharp, edges with a crushing weight behind them, and I'm down on my hands and knees in the hallway trying to catch my breath and spit and staunchweed the howling ache in my bones-- Clamber back to my feet, holding onto the wall until my head stops spinning.

"Cariad?" I say, making it to the Tavern proper. "Think I need t'step out for a bit. C'n I trouble you for salt?" There's some behind the bar

[glass_beddau]

Kaeli, gagging beside me. Not on a grave, at least. "Is it done?""Yes." I put my free hand down on the ground and shift my weight off him, trying not to tear the flesh of his arm any further. Life off the spade and lay it down beside him. Time to breathe and look at him properly now, and piece together the flayed-skull shape of his face with a name. "Pelan?" I say gently, neatening his twisted limbs a little. Half a question to her, half saying his name only to see that he won't rise to't

[kaeli_whyte]

Tez wanders away going to jab some more at Gaueko and like I said before, overgrown overpowered children, all of them. Then Gaueko looks at me saying something about a leash which is sort of ironic coming from him, but I know better than to say that. And when he asks if Lúgh put me up to this I nod in Tez's direction, "Was his idea." Then I look back to Glass, hearing her say the name of the corpse.

"I don't come to your schoolhouse, I don't feed the children angel's trumpet so they can see things clearer, nor hemlock to calm them, nor yew berries for my thinking it'd suit their taste for sweetness." she says quietly, anger rising in her like the tide

[tezcatl_ipoca]

Gaueko's up, Glass - estocada done, dead man half-reassembled under her hands - is bitching at Kaeli, and Kaeli's...walking off. Having blamed the whole damn affair on me. Damn it, we had a bet, woman. She'd better be back.

Look up at Gaueko. Long way up. "Least we managed to amuse you." Glass, on the other hand, looks like someone killed her puppy. I haven't seen her show much sign of a sense of humour since I met her. "And much obliged for your help, incidentally."

[gaueko_erebus]

She's angry, is my Glass, and I suppose she has a right to be...the dead are my domain, but the unquiet dead in particular, while she specializes in laying them to rest. I suppose it would matter more to her than to me. "It'd be kindness," she says through her teeth, "if one of you'd go to the Abbey proper and tell the gateman that I need something for a shroud. And someone to carry a message back to the Tavern. And someone to set that gravestone to rights, unless it'll suit you to."

Shake my head, "I'll deal with that," I say, stooping and heaving it back into place. It sinks comfortably back into its old depression, shifts a bit in the soft earth and then settles. The redhead tells me all of this was Tez's idea....why doesn't that surprise me?...and then totters off. Just as well. Useless little thing.

And speaking of Tez. "Least we managed to amuse you. And much obliged for your help, incidentally."Look at him....her...one hell of a lot shorter in this form. And then I reach out and squeeze one of her tits. "Not an