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 Posted: Mon Dec 14, 2009 8:38 pm
Astraea looked at Foramen. Foramen looked at Astraea. Zombeline was flailing like somebody in the Reanimator video. She was agitated. She was agitated over the other zombie. This would have been sweet and heartrending had the both not been made of putrefying meat.
Apparently she wanted to take the other one along.
"I am not having this become a zombie parade," she said, turning to Sue. "All right. Cancer, if you want him along, you carry him." (This was directed at Abeline.) "Let's go. You lead the way." She was shaking her fingers again, as though they'd been burned a little. "At least we picked up one. This is getting a little ridiculous."
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Posted: Mon Dec 14, 2009 9:15 pm
Would there be any point in asking "one what?" Sue sort of got a vibe like all that would give him was an exasperated look, and probably set Astraea off on a new rant about why didn't he know, he was supposed to know, why do the gods hate me, etc. etc. While he might get answers - eventually - he wasn't sure if they'd be worth the price.
So instead, twirling the pen thoughtlessly between his fingers (when would he be able to give it to her, he wondered? The longer it was in his hands, the more uncomfortable he felt about it - but he sure as hell wasn't going to walk up and hand it to her when she was like this!), Sue simply nodded and did as he was instructed. This new lead was instructing him to go that way, and so that way he went - leading along one short-tempered cat chick, one ruthless boy-girl, two zombies (only one of which was conscious), and somewhere trailing way behind, two perfectly normal, somewhat distressed felines.
This would make for one hell of a Facebook update.
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Posted: Mon Dec 14, 2009 10:39 pm
Foramen made a face when he was prevented from attacking the zombie. He cleared his expression very, very quickly when Astraea pulled a laser beam from out of her a** forehead, though. He did not need to be victim number two, and he wouldn't put it past the bossy (puss-in-) boots to take out her frustrations on him.
"How many are you expecting?" Foramen asked, a bit wide-eyed. They'd found one 'target', were heading for another, and hadn't there been... "There's another senshi running around in a green baby-doll dress. She was trying to protect the zombies, too."
Was that a running theme for this group? Foramen eyed Zombeline, who was obsessing over the fallen zombie. If they were hunting for a group to protect the zombies from the living students, Foramen was going to be pissed. Quietly. So as to avoid head-lasers.
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Posted: Tue Dec 15, 2009 3:59 am
Abeline resented being called a cancer, after all, she didn't look /that/ bad did she? Brushing some of her hair behind her ears she struggled to hoist the unconcious Hendricks over her shoulder so his feet were dragging, but she could sort of pull him along. Not having one side of her face, it was easier to balance the unconcious zombie on her shoulder.
With a few choice noises that sounded like she was calling them all useless fluffy gerbals, she started staggering behind them. Whatever they were after... maybe Sue wanted to get a couple of zombies in one place and then use his magic pen on them....?
She grunted loudly and pointed at the pen, trying to get Sue or someone to tell her what on earth a pretty little pen would do to help the terminally rotting. Or maybe... she glanced at the senshi, were they looking for a senshi? Maybe there was one that could fix everyone... and the pen pointed the way? She wanted to touch it, it was very pretty. But she was a little confused as to how that would help. She had heard senshi had weird abilities, so why didn't the one they were with just magically fix everything? Or was he really the culprit and the rumors on TV were true? Too many questions, not enough brain-matter left to even start answering them.
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Posted: Tue Dec 15, 2009 9:33 am
"If we're lucky? Fourteen."
To Foramen's ears this sounded more like OVER NINE THOUSAND. But there were no more questions; Sue was fairly correct that the other guardian cat (other, ********, what was this 'other' thing) was going to start answering questions with blowing things up instead if they got any more probing. This was not the correct role for an Obi-Wan Kenobi. Astraea was probably the shittiest Jedi master who had ever existed.
And so they went, in the bizarre parade:
-- Sue, whose butt was still itching, following something (fourteen of them? Twelve now, including himself) he didn't even know, following a girl whose species he wasn't sure of;
- Foramen, the Unlikeliest Bodyguard, though at least he knew all the words to 'And I Will Always Love You';
- Abeline, who was dead;
- Lucas, who was a little deader;
- and Astraea, who had decided that she needed a large malt whiskey.
This was the face of Justice.
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