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Xinrie snorted, rolling her eyes. "Newbies..." She said with an amused tone before placing her own hand atop the orb. Needless to say her flight through the fantastical portal of Oz was far easier and probably more graceful than her dear Rookie's would be. Within moments, she found herself suddenly spit out a few feet above a grassy ground. She landed it with ease, fluidly moving into a crouch to absorb the muted impact her body experienced. Immediatly she began to survery her surroundings. The outskirts of a forest. Easy enough.

In the distance, no more than a quarter of a mile out, she took note of the massive towering facility before her. The giant steel wall that lined it looked virtually impenetrable and based on the flimsy wooden sign that stood comically next to giant wall of death, it was obviously the right place. Now she began to search for the Rookie. Just where had he landed?

ooc:::Will have post up this afternoon -__-; Sorry been a bit buseh

"Hey Stalker." Damian raised his right hand slightly to greet her before hopping casually from the tree branch and landing next to her. At this distance it was obvious to him that his Captain could be as loud as she wanted and the children still wouldn't be able to hear her. Now whether or not they could already sense their presence, that was a different story.

"First stop is the cemetery then? Very well. Somehow I think you'll end up giving these kids nightmares for weeks on end before we actually turn them in. But if these kids are already deranged or pissed off enough, your undead minions will be another obstacle in their path." Damian shrugged momentarily, then placed a hand out to usher Stalker foward. "Lead the way, oh captain, my captain." he said, smiling sarcastically.

((Sure. My friend was interested in joining too, mind if she tags along? I'll be afk for a bit, but I'll be back online in a couple hours.))

Damian was surprised as to how well she cloaked her presence, and snuck towards the hallowed grounds, make a few sounds here and there. It was doubtful she paid much attention to him, but his presence had left no sounds, as though he was not walking on the material plane. Upon arriving at the brick wall barricading them from the graveyard, his admiration of her abilities subtlety vanished as she clambered over the wall and smacked into stone on the other side.

Hearing her curse only made his grin wider as he ran up the wall, grasping the ledge before hoisting himself up and over the wall, landing as requested, to the right. "Are you going to be alright Stalker?" he asked, stifling his grin.

Considering what Stalker had landed on, her recover was fairly noticeable. Yet at the same time it wasn't like she had been hit by a train or anything of that sort. "If that is the case, keep your eyes open from recently disturbed dirt. It can't have been long since they abandoned this place, so there's bound to be fresh dead around here."

Damian knelt down, placing his hand on the ground and closing his eyes. Though he never practiced much on the ability, being a Death Exarch meant he could detect the living as well as the dead. The fresh ones would still have a bit of their essence remaining.

"It feels like we're in the western side of the graveyard, the most recent corpses will be in the south eastern side of the graveyard." without opening his eyes he pointed in the exact direction they needed to go. "You should find 10 to 12 fresh corpses in that direction."

Damian careful to approach her, knowing full well what was required to resurrect the dead and he was mindful not to interrupt. It no longer bothered him when he watched the dead rise from their graves. He had already watched it occur hundreds of times in his past, though it was almost comedic how they took a stance of attention. Only the insane creativity of his captain would add that extra detail to control them.

Upon her request Damian approached her decaying minions and stood between tow of them, placing a hand on either of their shoulders and began uttering the words "Rethis forn origigith torm..." ((Return this flesh to its original form...)). It was then that his mana took a more physical form, taking on an iridescent blue as it snaked from his arms to each of Stalkers minions. Once they had all taken in the blue energy their flesh began to repair itself, old decaying injuries and wounds were patched and flesh replaced open spots where bone was visible. By the time they were recovered they were nearly human again, they took on their living appearance, and were bound to the whims of their necromantic mistress.

ooc: Yo :] glad to know someone's interested. You can go ahead and ask them here since we aren't really moving the rp along very quickly due to lack of rpers.

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"Oh-ho!" Xinrie grinned, watching as he completed the task of making them presentable. It was a satisfying enough job. Aside from the smell, the whole dead hting wouldn't be noticable right away. "Just one last touch."

Extending her right forefinger, she'd point to one of the dead corpses on the end. The zombie next to it would slowly reach out and yank a maggot form the thing's skin. "Peerrrfect.....Right! You all! Teeen Hut!" The corpse Conga line? Troop? Whatever you wanted to call it, all turned on que and started to march up to the building in possibly the most ridiculous looking fashion ever. It was almost exactly like those of Nazi Germany with the giant kick the air, fling arms like a skipping school girl movement and everything.

As if that wasn't enough, Xinrie could suddenly be heard clambering ontop of something rather pecuilar. A coffin....A cofifn being held aloft by five other, not so healthy looking zombies. "Better than walking, neh?" She grinned, turning to Damian with her hand extended. "Come on, this is like the perfect ride since we've still got two miles to walk to get to the wall's weakness."