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[andaateikaahrr]

who: andaateikaahrr, couldnotfly, O P E N
when: Night 1, near end of it.. cause, ya'rly.
where:In front of Undertaker's shop, in the area, proximity..
rating: Violent!
summary: o.O? Get back in your coffin, darling.

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[couldnotfly]

To Zack, the rain was more of an annoyance then anything. The near constant sound didn't do anything to help, and it lowered his visual range. Not by much, to be completely fair, but it still wasn't his idea of fun. He'd already taken one guy to the clinic and was making his way down the streets when he saw Undertaker just standing outside of his shope. Not knowing who this man was, Zack approached to see if he needed any help.

"Hey, you doing alright?"

[andaateikaahrr]

Undertaker saw the approaching man and he leaned in a bit, as if to get a better glimpse of what (not whom) was approaching him.

"Huh?" Head tilts and he comes splashing through the puddles toward the other, the closer he came the more sure he was. So he rises the shovel and aims for the head of the other.

[couldnotfly]

Seeing the shovel coming at his head, Zack immediately ducked.

"Whoa, whoa! Take it easy! I'm not one of those things!"

[andaateikaahrr]

The shovel pierces the mud and Undertaker leans on it for support as he frowns "What are you doing out of your coffin?" It was far too soon since he buried him, or did he just come back like Bird?

"Huh... hrrrrr, all right.." waves his hand about, long black fingernails catching the rain drops and he shakes his hand with a flick of his wrist "Zack Fair.. he will be glad to see you again." Those fingers wiggle, and climb the air until they curl around his grey strands and pull them back over his shoulder.