4th Void [video/action]
[To say he had a pleasant experience in the catacombs or back "home"? He'd just stab you through the chest and be done with it. No laughter, no monologue, just pure, unadulterated hate for the reminder that no matter what amount of training he had he was still weak. He'd definitely seen better days, the cloth around his waist even more torn than
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Zombies, she can deal with. With a six foot scythe of darkness.
Her horse cries out as the motorcycle speeds through the streets that teem with undead. They move much faster than the shambling ones on television, but they're still no match for her bike. The black blade cleaves cleanly through zombie flesh as she passes.]
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They also seem to be sticking close to 'horse' and rider as flames shoot up somewhere ahead...]
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...now just what is going on over there, though?
Looks like she's going to find out soon. Celty ducks forward, urging her mount on as she deftly spins her black blade, leading her wingmen on then.]
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There's Vanitas in the center of the flames, slicing down the undead that somehow managed to survive his Iron Prisoner. He's still bleeding from the mortal blows, but the poor, poor zombies aren't standing much of a chance.]
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Her scythe arcs and slices through, heads falling away from necks. It makes her a little sick. Even though she knows these are already dead, she can't help but feel some sort of guilt- she was but a herald of death, not a bringer.
That slight hesitation costs her as a zombie leaps out at her, having used a wall to launch itself from. Her bike goes skidding and knocking over other zombies as she herself goes tumbling, zombie wrestling her to the ground. Her scythe dissipates, and the moment the zombie sees its chance, it bites down into her shoulder. Pain. She can feel it clearly enough.]
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What snaps him out of it temporarily is the black scythe piercing through the flames. Vanitas jumps up out of its general patch quickly, sending a spray of lightning down on the ones who had the sense to duck.
But the sound of the bike skidding across the ground and the zombies going down like bowling pins to a bowling ball earn his attention. He doesn't know why he's taken aback nor why he does it, but he suddenly turns as he hits the ground, sending a flying slash at the zombie on top of the headless rider. The slicing heat misses her by a mere inches as it cuts the zombie clear in half, and he walks over, giving a rather disgusted glare at her moment of weakness.]
Playtime's over, Celty. [He offers a hand up as his little pet captures ( ... )
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She gets to her feet with his assistance, helmet tilting to glance at her shoulder, but the wound is already beginning to seal itself up, the black uniform knitting up the hole as well until it's seamless once again. Celty gives Vanitas a nod in thanks, and then looks past him at the caged zombies as they burn, flames reflecting off her dark visor.]
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Vanitas also isn't used to any form of "thank you", thus this surprises him for a brief second before he has a feeling as to where she's looking at. It's calming to him; he doesn't comprehend the possibility of it being unsettling when it's all in self-defense.]
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And then she moves, sweeping the long blade out to clear several zombies heads from their bodies. Get off her bike.]
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And those headless zombies? now dragged off by Floods and impaled to a wall before a Tank Toppler rolls on by aaaaand-- explodes!
Yes, he really is having fun with this.]
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Well, at least it was against zombies and not...living people. Celty turns her attention back to things on her end. She doesn't want to be a liability- or caught up in random explosions.]
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Yeah, just be glad that this born-to-be world destroyer is on your side for the time being. And so long as she can fight and not get infected? She won't be either of the above.]
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The shadows swirl and stretch out from under her, snaking out towards the figures that try running towards them, holding them in place long enough for her to remove their heads. There weren't nearly this many people in the city, so where were they all coming from? A silly question, she thinks not long after. She'll have to have a talk with Temper.]
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As the shadows swirl, Vanitas' pitch-black aura grows. Monsters of all sorts form from it, dispersing into the city as some take flight and circle like vultures around a carcass. He no longer cares about keeping his connection to them secret, knowing that as they die, there will be at least one zombie down as for each of them. This is just all too fun to hold back~
And yes, a talk with Temper would probably be a good thing.]
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Between their efforts (likely mostly Vanitas' with all that he's bringing), the zombies seem to be thinning out for the moment.
Oh, and Celty will see about getting in contact with Temper, definitely. Preferably when there aren't things trying to chew on her.]
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The Unversed are falling as steadily as the zombies, and he can't help it after a while. He falls to one knee before a wall of Floods surround him like a barrier. He just needs to catch his breath, that's all (even though death certainly disagreed with him).]
See what I meant before? [And yet with all the pain, all he can do is smirk coldly at the thinning numbers of other monsters like a spiteful child.]
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