Death Sixteen: I AM STILL HERE YOU KNOW

[likescats]

[Phone: A voice appears in your head.]

IF ANYONE NEEDS TO GET TO A SAFE PLACE. I WILL BE HAPPY TO ASSIST YOU.

I WILL ALSO BE ASSISTING ANYONE WHOSE SOULS SHOULD HAVE MOVED ON BY NOW. I'M AFRAID THAT THIS HELP IS NOT UP FOR DEBATE.

[Action:

A. Death walks the streets of Mayfield. He is looking for anyone who might need help. Stop and stare? Ask for help

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A

[crayonbullets]

[ So Caboose is out and about, 'helping' the zombies in his path, when he notices Death! At first he thinks it's another zombie, but...well, it's not running at him or anything so-- ]

Your face is cool. [ Clearly the most important thing right now. ]

[likescats]

[It is. Oh and here's a voice in your head.]

AH...THANK YOU?

[crayonbullets]

[ It's like having an AI, but not! ]

You are a psychic, too!?

[likescats]

[This one won't even act like a jerk!]

NO. THIS IS JUST HOW I TALK.

C

[poisonivyforyou]

[Looking through the window...]

Now that's a way of dealing with them.

[likescats]

[Glancing over.]

IT'S EASIER IF THEY HAVE SOULS.

[poisonivyforyou]

How so? One would assume that'd imply more work.

[likescats]

THERE WOULD BE CONSIDERIBLY LESS MESS.

B

[allnaturalmagic]

[Terra rushes forward, chanting a spell.]

Cure!

[The healing magic hits the zombie and it falls from Death's arm, groaning.]

Are you okay?

[likescats]

QUITE FINE. THANK YOU.

[allnaturalmagic]

Did it bite you? I can try to heal the infection...

[She reaches for his arm, but when she touches him...]

...Oh.

[likescats]

THERE'S NOT MUCH TO BITE.

C

[bread_goes_bip]

[Death's been having a busy day. Which is clearly why she opted to dress in early nineties workout wear... with gloves.]

It seems to be a pattern.

[likescats]

YES. A RATHER UNSETTLING PATTERN.

[Glances over.]

HOW ARE YOU MAKING OUT?<./small>

[bread_goes_bip]

I'm managing. There's a lot to do.

[likescats]

QUITE A LOT.

SUSAN SAYS THEY ARE TRANSFERRING THE CONDITION TO OTHERS.

B

[appleknighted]

Look out, Mr. Death!

[SORA HIMOTO, TO THE RESCUE. She suddenly arrives, LEAPING a fence and CHARGING across the street, reaching for the sword at her hip and... and...

...oh. Um. She can't really. Take a swing with it attached to his arm like that.

Sora skids to a halt and stares for a second before just grabbing (DRAMATICALLY, IF THERE COULD BE SPEEDLINES FOR THIS THERE WOULD BE maybe possibly) the zombie by the collar of its shirt and pulling it off the bony that there ulna.]

[likescats]

[And zombie is pulled to the ground.

Oh there goes his arm. Sighs and picks it up, putting it back in his sleeve.]

THANK YOU. I DON'T THINK HE WANTED TO LET GO.

[appleknighted]

[Aaaand she'll just... get that... for him. Sora will put the sword tip through the drone zombie's head and just leave it there for a moment, hesitating. When she finally does get up the nerve to end it, she'll look away and push the sword through with a CRUNCH, a wince, and an apology.]

...s-sorry. [Sob. Yes. She feels bad about having to put them down, but the power of justice and love just isn't cutting it for the undead.] Um.

[She looks back up at Death reattaching his arm and blinks.]

Does that hurt to do?

[likescats]

NO

[Looks over.]