Nightshift 42: Crossroader's Bar and Casino

[itstaichoutoyou]

Something was wrong. Hitsugaya could feel it in his soul. The sky darkened and an ominous wind passed through the town, heralding something sinister. Before his very eyes, the whole place underwent a horrific transformation, particularly the town residents. They had become monsters with decaying skin, revealing muscle and bone beneath

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[akarusa]

Hokuto needed no urging; she had almost no way of protecting herself and sticking with a shinigami was her best bet. I hope Falis and the others are okay...

Once inside the bar, as much as she hated leaving Hitsugaya to hold the door even for a second, while he weighed less than she did he was still much stronger. She ran for a table and dragged it over, adrenaline pumping hard enough so she barely noticed the weight. She shoved it against the door as fast as she could without hitting the captain in the process, then cast a quick spell and sealed the door. "It won't hold up to much, but it's better than nothing," she told him, panting a little.

Now that that was taken care of, she looked around to see what they'd trapped themselves IN with...

[itstaichoutoyou]

Hitsugaya examined her work. He could feel the faint presence of spiritual energy, but it didn't resemble any kido he knew.

"Good job," he said. It was short and to the point, but that's just how he was. "Take a breather. Then look around and see if you can find anything we can use."

After making sure the girl wasn't going to topple over in exhaustion, he made his way to the bar.

[she_is_ruin]

[Coming in from the last shift. This cool, guys? :O]

Yomi had some choice words in response to Mathers. What, was she a begging dog, or was she a child he was humouring? The old geezer had better make up his mind.

But she was too slow for the sudden transformation that took place.

Without explanation or build-up, without any kind of warning to prickle at her instincts, the excessively cheery town turned haunted in even quicker time--or so her disbelief wanted to say--than the night prior, when there had been only a limited amount of changes that she could sense. And this was indeed different. Fog poured into the building once again, but it wasn’t the thick, seemingly endless pools of blood that caught her attention, it was the mindless, groaning creatures suddenly surrounding her on all sides. More immediately, the one facing her from across the bar.

Category D.The mournful, animalistic sounds the spectres’ made weren’t the only ones filtering in from the streets and the room around her, but Yomi paid them no mind as she fell into

[akarusa]

Hokuto REALLY wished she had a flashlight, or something; she jumped up on a table to get a better view of the place, trying to keep them from being caught by surprise, and grabbed a chair on her way. Aside from the risk of the table being knocked out from under her, she figured she was best off taking the high ground.

She didn't see anything lumbering towards her yet, but she was definitely not letting her guard down.

[jokers_wildcard]

Well, someone was sure super calm about all this. Yeah, Harley just kind of watched as the people who'd barged in blocked the door with a table, too, but it was more in confusion. What the heck was going on? Did she miss a memo somewhere about a riot, cause she was going to be so mad if--

That was when she noticed what happened to the Joe Schmo bartender. Or as well as she could see before the chick sitting over there suddenly handled him herself. Then some other guy threw a chair and jumped out the window. She leaned back in her chair to get a better look out the now broken window over there. It didn't take long to see the weird mutant people wandering . They were kind of swarming everywhere. ...And they were heading for the window itself.

"Whoa!" Harley actually stood up from her seat at that point. The stupid things were trying to get in. Not like it was really her problem but... Okay, so maybe it kind of was a problem. Mutant things usually didn't want to chitchat. She picked up the sugar shaker from their little table and

[offduty]

The entire goddamn building seemed to shift before his eyes, cracks and rust springing out of nowhere. It took a second for Reno to register what was going on and in half that time, the bar went from boring to clusterfuck

[noneedforsanity]

Kenpachi had stayed in the bar all day, finding company in the dark, rowdy room that didn't seem to be present elsewhere. If he was going to be bored anywhere, it might as well be in a room full of grouchy, semi-disorderly patrons. The nurses would prevent him from getting in a fight, but if there was a chance he might get to watch a fight, well, it was better than nothing.

As night began to descend on the town, however, he noticed a change. Not only in the lighting and the presence of rotting, decaying creatures, but also in the very details around the room. Weird, but possibly fun.

One of these walking corpses began shambling towards him as he sat at the bar. Without bothering to check with the grouchy bartender (assuming he was even alive now), Kenpachi jumped over the counter and grabbed two heavy looking bottles of vodka. One to fight with, one to drink with, he reasoned. Rangiku would probably appreciate the booze, though he wasn't entirely sure where she had run off to. If rumors of her were true, she was probably

[noneedforsanity]

[to here]

[piggy_king]

[from here.]

"Da-da-da-daaaaa..." Porky hummed as he strode up to the bar, setting fire to any and all zombies in his way, "Da-da-da-daaaaaaaaa..."

After a large pile of burning corpses had formed in front of Porky, he finally felt satisfied safe enough to approach the door. With a push, Porky opened the door and walked in.

That is, that's what Porky would have liked to have done. Apparently they had decided to barricade the door. A wise decision, but unfortunately one that Porky wasn't pleased with.

"Hey!" Porky shouted angrily, "Open this fucking door, you idiots! I gotta get in there!"

After a brief pause, Porky sighed and turned around to fend off the zombies that were approaching. Then he felt his entire left arm throb with pain. Just what was wrong with his arm? Porky would have to wait until he got inside before he decided to check.

[jokers_wildcard]

[And there's a voice coming from in here]

The zombies around Porky were still making that obscene grunting noise of theirs, but he might still be able to hear sounds from within the bar if he was listening for it. Though the door was still fully enforced, a female voice could vaguely be heard from inside.

"Say the secret password!" it yelled. There was a pause, like whoever was inside was actually waiting for a password, then, "...Or try the window, Einstein!"

Indeed, it looked as though one of the side windows had gotten a chair chucked through it... from the inside. What had happened was up to him to interpret. Either there had been a bar fight or someone had been desperate to get out of that building...

[piggy_king]

Peh, the nerve of some people! Honestly, treating Porky as if he was just some idiot! Well, she'd change her attitude once she saw what Porky was bringing with him. Porky walked around to the side of the bar and, sure enough, one of the windows was broken. Normally Porky wouldn't have bothered trying to climb in a window frame that still had bits of broken glass on it, but normally there weren't zombies swarming cities Porky stayed at, so...yeah

[jokers_wildcard]

Harley caught them both, looked down at them for a second, and made a happy squeal in obvious delight. Oh, yes. She definitely understood. She turned a big enthusiastic grin up at him, all attitude gone from her voice with the acquisition of her little goodies.

"Sorry, Pops!" she said in a tone far too optimistic for the given news. "No one's in charge. It's every man for 'imself over here!"

Almost as if verifying her statement, the bald guy by the bar called out to her, and she whirled away to run up to him and his friend. Yikes! She was gonna get left behind at this rate!!

[cigarettes_plz]

Badou had fully planned to spend the remainder of his evening making sad faces at the barkeep in hopes of a free drink or an ever-illusive cigarette. Between his puppy eyes and Alle's he actually had some confidence in this plan. Unfortunately (or fortunately he guessed) the barkeep was now at least two kinds of dead and the former residents of Landel's were doing an impromptu shambling tribute to Michel Jackson outside

[tender_cruelty]

"I guess we shouldn't have joked about graverobbing the dead barkeeper, huh?" Allelujah said, his voice remarkably calm considering he'd just beated and stabbed a couple of zombies to death with a barstool and a broken bottle. Maybe he should have taken up bar brawling as a hobby. He had definitely come to one conclusion though; he fucking hated the living dead.

Although thinking of that... "You could just check the corpse over. He might still have some." He couldn't believe that he was advocating feeling up a dead guy for cigarettes.

Allelujah on the other hand had ideas. Weapons, they needed weapons. Chair legs just weren't going to cut it. Damn it! Why didn't a bar have more things to kill zombies with?! If he had a lighter he could at least have set fire to something.

[tender_cruelty]

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