Team 3 - Group Thread

[deaddirector]

De La Salle College slightly north-west of Zabbar

Characters arrive within the main hall of De La Salle, either in the cafeteria, library, or rooftop. The campus is small, but lined with high security gates that can keep anything in or out. As of right now, the gates are closed, except for one which is jammed open by a parked delivery truck.

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[cigarettegoboom]

[There's no way to really describe the feeling of driving, moving through the world at 45 miles per hour and then abruptly stopping. Matt lurches, almost sails through the air, landing abruptly on his ass on a gravely, dingy roof. What the flying fuck.

After ensuring the safety of his cigarettes and PSP, he picks himself up, dusting off his overpriced jeans and fuzzy vest and lights up a cig. This sucks. Hard. No light. He can't see a damn thing. Better move. Whatever cosmic joke had landed him here, he doesn't particularly want to stick around to find out its game.]

[hurricanebomber]

[Gokudera had arrived in the library, but decided to head up to the roof to get a better idea of where the hell he is. It takes him a little time to get up there, since it's dark inside and the building is unknown territory, but he eventually emerges onto the rooftop.

He looks around, cigarette hanging lazily from his lips, but stops when he sees there's someone else up there. His eyes narrow as he goes for the dynamite hidden in his shirt.]

Hey. Who the fuck are you and where the fuck are we?

[Yeah. He's a paradigm of social skills.]

[cigarettegoboom]

[Matt takes a drag and stares at this newcomer for a few seconds before throwing his hands up in mock surrender.]

Name's Matt and fuck if I know.

[The diction on that probably left something to be desired, but he was pretty sure the kid could understand it regardless.]

You? Same questions.

[hurricanebomber]

[He considers for a moment, eyeing Matt, then tucks the dynamite away. It'll still be there if he needs it.]

Gokudera.

[He doesn't answer the second part yet. Instead he moves closer to the edge of the roof. Looking out at the town around them, though, his glare twists into a look of disbelief.]

What the... No goddamned way!

[felltomydeath]

[Talk about déjà vu. Free-falling with his gut feeling perilously close to ripping free of his body. Unlike the last time though, his eyes were wide open. Not that it helped, the windshear stung so badly they welled up and he couldn't see anything but a whirling gray and dark splotches that may have been shadows or portals to hell. Even while he falls he thinks, Unbelievable. He had nearly died only to have that fucking black ball spirit him away and let him pick up where he left off just over a year ago. Probably for one last cheap giggle.]

[To its credit, he hadn't been expecting that.]

[Nishi braces himself for the splat, the sounds of bones mashing and grinding together; he waits for the hairline fractures to crawl up his skeleton and shatter him from the inside, but it never comes. Just a muffled whumpf! and stinging palms and a mild shock across his body.]

[It takes a moment to process that he isn't dead (again). He untangles his arms and tested his legs, bringing one under him tentatively and lifting himself to his knees. He

also I AM SO SORRY THIS TOOK FOREVER 8(

[felltomydeath]

[Through the display mounted on his gun he can see the target's pulled out a knife. It doesn't particularly bother him. The man could take a stab in the dark if he wanted to, the table separating them was enough of an impediment that Nishi felt entirely secure in his safety.]

[He doesn't recognize the voice, and there's something strange about the way the stranger calls into pitch-black around them. Not enough panic. At least, not enough given the situation at hand.]

You're not screaming that you died. [The tone's level, as if this response to his question was just a natural observation to make in these circumstances and also totally relevant. Unfortunately he's not really the type of kid who knows how to answer directly.]

So did Gantz bring you here too?

[hunkpunt]

[He was asleep. He had been asleep, anyway. Perhaps this was some weird dream that was simply because of the stress he had endured during the last 24 hours. Losing your entire team to a plethora of gruesome, nightmarish creatures, amongst the heart-wrenching terror of almost being torn to pieces was probably making him hallucinate.

Because here he was, in a pitch-black library in an unknown location. He had known it was a library because there had been books scattered all over the floor. He could also hear the tell-tale movements of the undead, creatures he had just done battle with the last time his eyes had been open. Well, at least he wasn't in too unfamiliar of territory.

HUNK carefully observed his surroundings, his favorite handgun, his baby Matilda, at the ready. He wasn't about to become a fleshy snack after surviving giant monstrosities with claws 3 feet long. HUNK flipped on a flashlight attached to his vest and crept his way along rows of books.]

wtf is this tldr sorry

[liekburning]

[ Ace has keeled over from his narcolepsy enough times to be relatively familiar with the sensation of going from standing position to a face-down one. Even the drastic change in lighting, from sunny to complete darkness, doesn't seem to warrant very much concern; he's remembers an occasion or two when he's actually slept for that long. What he doesn't understand now is that he expects to be on a gravel-dirt road, but the surface beneath him is smooth and cold

it's totally cool bro

[hunkpunt]

[Of course, in a dark-as-midnight place like this, HUNK easily notices a light that has begun moving around the library. From the hue of it, it seems like someone or something is holding a candle. Really? A candle amongst all these flammable objects? That seems rather stupid.

Whoever the sad sack is might have something useful, or, hope against hope, might be a useful fighter. HUNK maneuvers his way over to the hapless soul, and finds it to be a young man, a dagger in one hand, and...fire coming out of his other hand? No, it must be a lighter or something.]

Identify yourself.

[HUNK keeps his voice down, in case these undead work like the ones he's used to.]

[liekburning]

[ when a dark shape looms out of the blackness and turns out to be nothing like any person he's ever seen before Ace pulls the dagger back, instantly alert and ready to attack - but then it's saying something, and he catches himself before he strikes. The pirate concentrates a bit harder, wills a little more flame into his palm, and although a tad tiring it does pay off; the additional illumination it provides is enough for him to make out the details on this strange-looking figure. ]

Firefist Ace. [ he doesn't give his full name or affiliation yet. ] Yourself?

[loveaffinity]

[So. Here is the brightest idea ever thought of. Let's leave a vampire on the roof while she's asleep, in the blaze of the afternoon setting sun. Sounds absolutely brilliant.

...Except not. As soon as she felt her skin burning up her eyes immediately shot open and she searched for her parasol. Luckily the person who left her there was kind enough to put it right next to her body. She was able to open it with quick speed and shield herself from the sun. It didn't take her long to find the door to the rooftop entrance and escape into the inside of the building.

Now she was wandering around on the same floor. It didn't take her long to figure out that she was inside a school building, similar to the one her granddaughter attended in a few ways. Her parasol was tightly gripped in her right hand, her red eyes carefully observing the hallways. Soon she stops, needing a second to let out her frustrations.]

If that damned Calerra dumped me in here I'm not showing that hag a second of mercy!

[After cursing out her daughter-in-law she

[hurricanebomber]

[It's several hours later, after it's gotten dark, that Gokudera runs into her. He's looking a bit harried, having escaped from the zombie on the roof and for some reason separated from Matt.

He's moving through the building carefully, trying not to make any noise to attract more undead. When he spots movement in the dark, though, he comes to an abrupt stop, clutching a couple pieces of dynamite in his fist. He doesn't say anything, just watching her at first, trying to judge if she's a zombie or not, and then if she's a threat or a possible ally.]

[loveaffinity]

[As soon as she hears the sound of footsteps she quickly smirks. Oh, she wonders who it could be. After wandering around for a while she didn't even expect anybody to be inside this building. Oh lucky day for her. She stops in the middle of the hallway to take a quick look at him. He doesn't look so bad.]

Why hello there. I didn't expect to run into anybody. [She looks at him a bit more carefully now.] You look a bit flustered. Did something good happen?

[hurricanebomber]

[He scowls at her nonchalance, though he relaxes slightly when she speaks. Not a zombie then. He keeps his own voice low, not wanting to attract attention.]

What, you haven't noticed what's going on here? Where the fuck have you been?

[Friendly boy, this one.]

[rollthecredits]

[Cafeterias are pretty standard fare in everyday life. But not when you were just standing in the middle of an amusement park. The change from carousels and haunted houses is jolting, especially because while the building might be messy and a bit dusty, but it's no where near the rust and ruin of Lakeside. It shouldn't be an unwelcome change, but the fact that there was a change at all is cause for worry.]

[A moment to regain her senses, and Heather steps around the scattered tables.] Hello? Is anyone in here? [She pauses, making a face.] Great. Not where I need to be right now.

[liekaboss]

[ A voice. And it's a woman's. Nobunaga had already been fairly annoyed considering he'd woken up on what appeared to be a table, and the one who knocked him out was stupid enough to leave him armed. It doesn't help that his back ached from the uncomfortable position, and he was apparently trapped in a confined area with someone whose voice was already getting on his nerves

[rollthecredits]

Whoa! [She backs up somewhat shakily, holding her hands out in what she hopes is a placating manner. She doesn't drop the short length of pipe in her hand, though. She doesn't want to make any loud noises and startle the guy pointing a gun at her. Treating him like a spooked animal is the closest thing to diplomacy she can muster right now.]

[Because guns? Guns are new. Everything dangerous she's dealt with in the last few days has been distinctly inhuman, and this guy. . . Well apart from the clothes, he's almost normal. She doesn't want to kill (or be killed) by the first real person she sees in ages.] I'm not an enemy, okay? You have nothing to worry about. [Heather straightens, relaxing just somewhat. Something occurs to her, though.] Unless. . . You're one of them? [She points her free hand at him, her frown deepening.] You're not one of Claudia's followers, are you?

[liekaboss]

[ Claudia's what? He has no time for any of this. If this woman is going to start panicking at him instead of answering his questions, it really would be in his best interest to shoot her and keep on his way. However, if she's just a civilian, he'd rather not draw useless blood. His guns were made to take out his enemies and not someone who's just standing his way and being annoying. Nonetheless, he won't back down until he confirms she had nothing to do with his captivity.

The guns remain aimed in her direction as he continues to stare down at her unrelentingly. ]

I don't trust you.