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Nightshift 42: Morris Park

Jul 19, 2009 21:59

It had been easy enough during the daylight to dismiss the idea of monsters as a mass hallucination or the result of some sort of psychotropics. Bond, standing in a bank of fog that had not been present just moments before, suddenly found it just that much harder to rationalize. The trees lining the park looked warped and twisted where their ( Read more... )

sechs, zex, okita, homura, kvothe, xigbar, anise, leonard, yuffie, alec, rangiku, lugnut, tanaka, james bond

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wantsyourzex July 20 2009, 02:49:55 UTC

ZEX was on edge; they really should have been taken back to the buses by now. It was getting unusually dark and cold, and there was a mist rolling in, and by this point ( ... )

numberii July 21 2009, 03:11:22 UTC

Had he not kept track of what was going on, Xigbar would have sworn that he had had just a little too much vodka. There was no way that there could be zombies around, and yet, just before nightfall, boom, zombies. Everywhere. The idea was absolutely absurd, and yet, he still had to accept it.

After he had, he realized that there were zombies everywhere. So, after the initial shock wore off (that of the zombies and of Rangiku's kiss,) he immediately went to do what he did best. In this case, re-enact Halloween Town and kick a bunch of zombie butt!

Of course, there was someone else right there in the middle of a swarm, and Xigbar had to roll his eye. He could identify that shock of hair anywhere, and that meant he had to work quick to make sure Admiral ZEX didn't get eaten. Which would really be a horrible thing; how could he have a pleasurable conversation and more after that when he was reduced to "Uuuugh... braaaaaaains ( ... )

wantsyourzex July 21 2009, 03:45:05 UTC

One of the creatures had come too close to him for comfort. His human body was a far cry from his VUX one, but one makes the best of what they have. Hopefully it wouldn't make this too difficult ( ... )

numberii July 23 2009, 02:10:35 UTC

"C'mon, I'll tell you more when we get outta here!" Clearly, Admiral ZEX had never survived a zombie attack. Granted, Xigbar hadn't either- they weren't quite the same as the Halloween Town Heartless- but he knew well enough what to do. The simple fact of the matter was that ZEX was probably going to get himself eaten at this rate, and Xigbar couldn't allow that!

So he used what he had at hand. He grabbed a trash can as he ran to the Admiral, then used it as an impromptu battering ram, shoving zombies aside as he tried to rush towards the VUX. Sure, it was a rash idea, and totally not Xigbar's style at all, but darn if he was going to let his Admiral get eaten!

Once he managed to get to the other man, he shrugged. Zelnick could be anywhere, and trying to find him in this place? Totally not going to work. At all. Besides, wasn't it just a tad annoying to have someone ask about another dude, especially when they were in a really complicated not-really-settled series of relationships? Dude! "C'mon, we can talk when we don't have ( ... )

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notachick July 20 2009, 05:01:09 UTC

[For Yuffie and HomuraThe fight had been an interesting one to break up. Kadaj was back, and while he didn't remember Okita, that mattered little. Kadaj was back and that meant something. Okita wasn't sure what it was, but right now, his shoulder was sore and he was having a hard time breathing. Once Kadaj was gone, Okita retreated a step and leaned his back against a nearby tree, trying to smile despite the urge to cough. "That was certainly ( ... )

screwthegods July 20 2009, 05:34:40 UTC

After having been a prisoner of the Institute for so long, it was impossible not to have a growing sense of wariness as the light steadily faded from the sky. The idea that they weren't going to return to the Institute that night had started off as little more than a notion, but now with this grim turn of events, Homura was left with little more than wits, fists, and regret only reinforced by Okita's question ( ... )

thatdamnedninja July 20 2009, 08:49:21 UTC

Light fading, thick fog advancing, what sounding--and smelled--like a zombie horde prowling; Yuffie would have been almost totally unsurprised, if her fight with Kadaj hadn't made her lose track of time. Being practically back to back with Homura and Orangello? Yeah. Now that, that was surprising. She uttered a sharp Wutaian curse under her breath, keen eyes taking a quick inventory.

Well. Uh. Crap.

There was nothing else for it. Yuffie was more than used to fighting a mob of opponents at once, and battle didn't scare her anymore. Her grin was quick, grim. "Heard you the first time, guys," she replied, with similar urgency. "I can do it. And I'm gonna trust you both not to leave me behind, 'cuz this is gonna really weaken me -- worst of it should be over after about half an hour at most." Gawd, talking wasn't comfortable at all. That silver haired bastard had strong hands; she'd been lucky to shove him off when she had. "Here goes ( ... )

notachick July 22 2009, 01:02:23 UTC

If Yuffie's spell did what similar spells did to MOMO, Okita knew they needed to stay. A half an hour didn't sound so bad, but then, Okita still wasn't able to see what was coming at them. He saw people, their shapes barely outlined within the fog, but they seemed to be moving awkwardly, almost shambling. He knew what that indicated, but he still clung to the small hope that maybe he wouldn't have to deal with touching the dead again ( ... )

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sir_savien July 20 2009, 21:05:14 UTC

And he'd thought Anise's story about the busses was bad. Kvothe cursed under his breath as he looked around and realized that the people he could see that weren't institute prisoners like himself looked...

...Well, they looked dead. It was like the stories he'd heard about the shamblemen back home had come true. There, though, they weren't real. He should have expected that in a place like the institute they could be.

He took a slow, deep breath, stayed calm, and set about breaking down a stout branch to use as a weapon with his good hand.

[free]

sir_savien July 27 2009, 05:11:02 UTC

Kvothe tried to think quickly as he tried to keep away from the creatures, he needed a better weapon than a branch. Some place to wait for dawn. There was a store down the street that he'd passed, Kitchen something, he could get a knife there. He could work with that. And he was confident in his ability to get to the rooftop, which should be safe from attack. Probably.

He set his jaw determinedly, swung his branch against the head of the nearest zombie with as much force as he could manage, and started running for the exit of the park with every ounce of speed in his wirey frame.

sir_savien July 27 2009, 05:26:26 UTC

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1/2, as the saying goes. violent_varmint July 21 2009, 02:50:57 UTC

Tanaka had spent most of the day getting his legs back and looking for the Captain - wandering around town, noting the lay of the land, and eventually finding himself in a secluded corner of a park that seemed much more like the untamed jungles of Kyabetsu than the trimmed and tended plot he'd seen last week. The stagnation of this place was getting to him. Whether it was a lack of information, or sickness, or sleep, or the shift from night to day, the bastards seemed to be reducing him to his old form - a worthless shell of a Shofixti, resigned to hopeless waiting instead of true action. Except... he wanted action this time. He wanted to go out, sword outstretched, and strike a blow against the enemy. He just kept being denied the opportunity ( ... )

2/2 violent_varmint July 21 2009, 03:06:21 UTC

Rotting humans. No. Rotting, half-dead human corpses clawing their way out of the ground and shambling towards everything in sight that still had a pulse. Tanaka could honestly say that he had not seen this particular perversion coming.

Well, if the glorified compost-feeders wanted a fight, they'd get one. Grabbing a large, decaying branch from the ground, the Shofixti began to make his way through the crowd of putrid dead, soon learning (to his satisfaction) that they were as soft as they were numerous - clearly, someone with experience in hand-to-hand combat wouldn't have too much trouble with them. Then again, with these kinds of numbers on their side... well, any Shofixti knew what one could do with enough bodies, especially to one unused to combat against large groups.

Right. New plan: get out of this park and find the Captain and his other allies before the Captain got overwhelmed or Fwiffo did something stupid.

[will soon be leaving for an appointed thread, those attending or wishing to tag along welcome to come with]

hailmegatron July 21 2009, 03:31:11 UTC

Lugnut had half-dozed on the park bench once Depth Charge had left him, the amount of thinking that had gone into his denial reasoning leaving him feeling rather... drained.

It didn't help that the slice of orange human food had been the only thing he'd eaten all day.

It wasn't until after the sun sank down behind him that he started to rouse himself. It was night, and he was outdoors. That was a bad combination--

A very bad combination, his optics landing on the hands clawing their way up through the dirt, and had the organic plants all just gone bare and dead-looking? Everything looked much darker than it rightly should, in fact, and he nervously climbed to his feet, pulling the crutch up to his side.

Faint moans filled the air, and rotting humans followed their rotting hands up into the cold night.

Lugnut let out a very un-Decepticon noise of horrified disgust, scrambling away from the monsters, then turning and running full-speed away, ignoring the sharp bursts of pain from his foot because holy slag.

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