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[practiced]

DATE: December 6th.
CHARACTER(S): Everyone!
SUMMARY: Shoot, scavenge, survive. It's going to be a long week.
LOCATION: The Fort of Dead Shambly Merchants.
WARNINGS: Zombies and appropriate zombie-type violence likely.
FORMAT: Action, prose: commenter's choice. Go crazy!

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Let me know if this isn't okay!

[sarcasticseer]

From behind a nearby wagon there was a crackle of what might have been lightning, short and loud and bracing, and then a half-charred zombie body came tumbling out into view. It was smoking a black, unsettling cloud that seemed to leak into the air instead of float, and the creature twitched for several seconds before it finally fell still.

A few moments later Rose stepped out from cover a few feet from Jon. She was glowing faintly, and her violet eyes were narrowed in irritation. She had a slight slump to her back, still apparently recovering from fever, but she was pushing through it as she stalked past, a black wand in each hand, energy crackling faintly as it sparked between them.

She paused suddenly, listening, and as another pair of the shambling undead stepped into view she almost smiled. "Would you like to buy a wagon fr-" The first zombie was cut off mid-sales pitch as she struck out with her magic, an arc of dark lightning that almost cut the creature in half, and sent the other one stumbling to the ground a few feet in front of Rose.

She didn't strike it though, she just moved closer, watching as it tried to right itself. "Hmm."

It's fine!

[wolfinthesnow]

Jon stares even as he was about to engage the creature, his torch swinging an arc, when the girl steps out and does something - magic, surely, it must be. Jon has heard of magic, the people of the Free Cities are said to be potent with it, and he wonders if this is what it looks like, what real magic is, or if this is just another kind of weapon, like a gun. Jon doesn't know and he isn't sure he cares. He takes a step back, not noticing her glow, because there are simply things that are not strange enough, things worth dismissing.

When the creature rights itself, though, that is when Jon runs in and lights it afire. It screams in protest but it does not matter.

[sarcasticseer]

Rose took a step back as the creature was finally back on its feet. She was studying it, since by itself it wasn't a threat and maybe she could work out what was causing...

Her thoughts trailed off as the nearby boy came running into view only to light the creature on fire. Huh. She just raised an eyebrow at him, watching as it flailed about before collapsing in a smoldering heap.

After a few seconds the glow around Rose faded, leaving her looking much like any other slightly sick thirteen year old. "That seemed excessive," she said after a moment, her expression trapped somewhere between annoyed and amused.

[wolfinthesnow]

"I'm excessive?" Jon says, turning on his heel. "That is how you kill one, lady, and I rather think your display far outweighed my own." Jon's voice is pitched low and deep, almost dangerous. She may be a sick thirteen year old but where Jon is from that is old enough to go to war.

[sarcasticseer]

"I meant because it was down," Rose shifted to face him, her fingers curling and uncurling unconsciously around the wands she was holding. She could feel the energy leaking out of them whenever she wasn't using them and it made her edge at times.

"We could have taken a moment to study it and see if there was some way to stop them beyond simply wading through them in a bloodthirsty rampage."