０．００７ [ teneka/video/action/etc ]
[The PORTAL comes to life because it has fallen out of Zinc's pocket, skittering across the dark streets to land at an awkward angle. Its owner is much too preoccupied to bother picking it up, struggling as he is with the many cadaverous creatures let loose in the street.
The dead reanimated are nothing new to Zinc. His entire life has been spent with such creatures as a reality. There's a bandanna tied over his face to keep their disgusting rotting germs away from his nose and mouth, he's zipped up tightly inside a leather jacket that covers several more thick layers. Uncomfortably warm, certainly, but armor is armor.
He had discovered quickly the malfunctions in the dreaming of items, had sneered and found that incredibly predictable. Magic was such a childish and useless. He had found other weapons, quickly.
He's currently wielding a steel pipe, it whistles through the air clearly every time he pivots back and swings it. He's a strong man, is much too egocentric to stand for anything less than an able body and the gore he's gathering around him is nauseating. He beats the creatures down until their limbs are severed, until whatever passes for their heads have been pulped. Zinc recognizes some of them, local inhabitants and folk from the network... it doesn't deter him.
And he does so with an absolute calm. The teneka is running, but his mind is mostly empty, there is only the very faintest sense of enjoyment.
The wet sounds of meat being pummeled, the night swallows them up, but he gladly imagines them. Not a trained fighter, perhaps, but an absolutely ruthless survivalist.
It's only when the street is finally still that he notices the PORTAL lying on the bloodied ground. He recollects it without comment.]
[[ooc; if you'd like to be one of the creatures zinc has unceremoniously pulped and dismembered, feel free. now you even have some nice video evidence to be horrified over when you're alive again o7]]
The dead reanimated are nothing new to Zinc. His entire life has been spent with such creatures as a reality. There's a bandanna tied over his face to keep their disgusting rotting germs away from his nose and mouth, he's zipped up tightly inside a leather jacket that covers several more thick layers. Uncomfortably warm, certainly, but armor is armor.
He had discovered quickly the malfunctions in the dreaming of items, had sneered and found that incredibly predictable. Magic was such a childish and useless. He had found other weapons, quickly.
He's currently wielding a steel pipe, it whistles through the air clearly every time he pivots back and swings it. He's a strong man, is much too egocentric to stand for anything less than an able body and the gore he's gathering around him is nauseating. He beats the creatures down until their limbs are severed, until whatever passes for their heads have been pulped. Zinc recognizes some of them, local inhabitants and folk from the network... it doesn't deter him.
And he does so with an absolute calm. The teneka is running, but his mind is mostly empty, there is only the very faintest sense of enjoyment.
The wet sounds of meat being pummeled, the night swallows them up, but he gladly imagines them. Not a trained fighter, perhaps, but an absolutely ruthless survivalist.
It's only when the street is finally still that he notices the PORTAL lying on the bloodied ground. He recollects it without comment.]
[[ooc; if you'd like to be one of the creatures zinc has unceremoniously pulped and dismembered, feel free. now you even have some nice video evidence to be horrified over when you're alive again o7]]