Someone was yelling and it was so familiar that the petite girl found the need to get over there immediately. There was a voice in mind telling her what to do, lunging towards the group, she put something on the pointed edge of her weapon, making Z yelling and complaining.
It was something only she could do.
In between the break of a bite, a sandwich was stuffed into the hungry zombie's mouth with scold. "Bad Robert! You shouldn't eat Mimsy, here's your food, get it." Like feeding a lion, the shaft was pushed against Robert's face. "If you don't behave, then no sandwiches forever!"
dmg to Robert: 3 from sandwich attack...maybe no sandwich 4ever threat also... Shu's HP: 35/ 50
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Posted: Tue Sep 16, 2014 10:26 pm
Mark had mysteriously disappeared. Death assistants (and leads) seemed to be really good at that.
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Kostya stuck close to America, observing with a quiet intensity. He had a bias, here; while Rep and Harrison were not the kindest, nor were they the wisest, Kostya at least had a familiarity with their efficiency. He hadn't properly accounted for Harrison's bias, though, nor for the incredible mood swings that might accompany a reckoning from Rep.
He had, after all, been relatively sheltered.
But America gave an order, and Kostya began to charge Syntax, his weapon emitting a dull, electronic whine.
They were not themselves, and they were not so mindless as the others (that Kostya had seen, at any rate; perhaps they were more vocal, up close) -- they were certainly, however, in need of confinement and quarantine.
"Apologies," Kostya said, and fired a ball of blue electricity at Harrison.
HP: 50 Dmg: 7 Target: Harrison Charge: 1/3
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Posted: Tue Sep 16, 2014 11:35 pm
He had no idea what had happened in the time when he'd lost his grip on Stormy's hand to the time when he'd found it again - but apparently all hell had broken loose, since Tuck was lying on the ground unconscious, Evan (damn) was looking shell shocked, and the short blonde helping Stormy was entirely unfamiliar.
Stormy's arms wrapped around him tightly, and Gale returned the embrace with a forceful one of his own, burying his face briefly into her shoulder and trying to ignore the way his body shook with relief. And when she pulled away, it wasn't all the way away, and the kiss was surprising, yet gratifying, some of the tension easing from his shoulders.
"No, no," he told her, stroking the side of her face with a slightly bruised hand. "You're okay, that's all that matters, I'm so glad you're okay."
He wished she hadn't let go, but she was helping; Gale's chest felt tight as he watched them start to pull Tuck away, and he had about a thousand questions to ask Stormy, stumbling and tripping over one another until his mind was nothing but one giant question mark.
But he remained silent and out of the way, trying not to be useless as they worked, his rifle held in a tightly gripped hand at his side.
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[Infected]
Given the option of a room full of sustenance that held a statistically higher opportunity to be satisfying or fulfilling in any way, Robert chose exactly what Mimsy had hoped he would. Her eyes widened as he turned on her, wide and undeniably happy, the same sort of eyes that typically tended to follow a eureka! moment.
"Eat," she delightedly sighed, punctuated by wild laughter and as much glorious pride and relief as she could condense into one word. "Yes! Eat!"
All signs of hesitant insecurity were lost the moment that he lunged at her, replaced by a beamish grin that one should never reasonably display in response to eaten. But he wanted to eat her--of course he did--she was the best--of course it would be her!
How had she ever thought otherwise?
The pleasantly startled gasp of air left her lungs almost immediately as she struck the ground, and her eyelids fluttered closed as she struggled to breathe with his teeth in her neck, fingers erratically attempting to curl against his arms. Each breath that she did manage to take was released in ecstatic laughter, which eventually gave way to intermittent euphoric giggling, which then gave way to a sickeningly wet gurgle. She put up no fight, and even seemed to be pulling him closer during her more conscious moments. In the last few seconds of (mentally questionable) awareness, she shifted and wriggled to wind the scarf around both of their arms, sloppily - if effectively - tangling them together again.
Eat, she remembered, a recollection on repeat, finding herself with an unrivaled urge to consume, decidedly more hungry than she had ever been. She squirmed beneath Robert's grip, and as she discovered that she was presently physically incapable of seeking out food, she chose to bide the time by gnawing on his shoulder in an almost jovial manner.
This continued until the sight of Shu elicited something that sounded like a feral squeal from the depths of her throat, and she kicked her feet with helpless excitement beneath Robert's weight, as if she were a child who had just seen something wonderful - a delicious morsel of sweet, perhaps.
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Posted: Wed Sep 17, 2014 12:04 am
Infected
Robert was blind, his only working sense was taste as he lapped up the still flowing blood, until it began to slow and turn thick with infection. His head rose just in time for a sandwich to be shoved into his face, and he stared in absolute and utter confusion at the vile substance that had just blocked his path to more food.
Mimsy was squirming underneath him as her hunger took hold, and she suddenly smelled absolutely inedible. He stopped holding her down, but he just felt so tired - much like Thanksgiving dinner, eating Mimsy had temporarily satisfied him enough to just want to lay there and not move. He flopped for a minute, easily shoved away as she wiggled, and then got back up to his knees as well.
The food that had shoved a sandwich in his mouth (and it was still there) was close, close enough to smell, close enough to grab and take and - he started forward, only to realize he was tethered to Mimsy by the arm, and felt the exhaustion returning.
Being a zombie was hard.
The pull of hunger was too strong to ignore, and he continued to shamble closer to Shu, eventually sinking his teeth into her closest leg and gnawing with as much force as his tired body could give.
When the pain came with Robert's bite, Shu was thinking of one thing - why they pick on her legs? They shouldn't look like baby lamb meat.....Just one second's pause, feeling the munching action on her flesh, she pouted and flung him off with her hammer. "Bad bad! You are so bad!" He bit Mimsy and now her. "You're the worst zombie Robert! The worst in the world!" The bottom of the hammer shaft hit on the ground. "If you don't behave yourself, then I will teach you on behalf of Mimsy!" She exasperated.
Seeing the hunter nearby, who seemed to be suffered by something (the fact that she didn't hear how Mimsy depreciated and disowned Lucky), Shu stomped the floor with her high platformed boots. "You there! Do something instead of standing! Do you want them to be regretted to eat someone alive?" Then, when there was movement from the couple again, she swiftly made a beautiful arch against the nearby air, sending the vibration towards them enough to let them fall to squish more time. Where's Uncle Mark when they need him? The girl puffed up angry cheeks and acted more bossy than she was normally.
"This is not a zombie show that would entertain your violent need, it's really happening! Those shows are good for some people - I mean when they have great pressure and had violent drive piled up, that's not good..."
"Ahhhhhh anyway, do something!" She swung her hammer again.
Mark was gone. So were Caelius, and Oz, and Zoe, and, well, anyone with a modicum of responsibility for leaving them all in zombie hell.
Unsurprisingly.
"Me?" he repeated incredulously. Perhaps he should have made a run for it himself, because he thought he'd made it pretty clear he was leaving Mimsy to the fate she deserved. But the commanding tone the girl took struck some kind of chord in him, and maybe it was because he felt a little bad about having knocked her out with a flashlight. It... it was the same girl, right? As every instinct told him to leave, he grudgingly darted closer and shielded her with his body in the most resigned possible way.
"Actually-" he began icily, but the sight of Mimsy and Robert stumbling around like drunks with blood pouring from their mouths was enough to shut even him up. He glanced at the girl again, and noticed that she really wasn't looking so good either. In a minute, this was going to go from 2vs2 to 3vs1. "This is not the time to be a hero. You need to get help."
Robert's movements had dragged her upright with him, and Mimsy's unfocused eyes scanned her immediate surroundings through skewed glasses. The sweet little morsel was still nearby, but she seemed to be fighting back; she soon found herself pressed against the body she was tied to again, and she whined in frustration, raspy and thick with the blood in her throat, until he moved enough to allow her to reach the little food. Thrilled by this development, she began to claw at the little food's closest appendage in an attempt to draw her closer. It was rendered largely useless when a larger food, smudged with green, placed himself defensively between them.
She pawed ineffectively at the man's hand, which bore some kind of strange scribble, until her fingers finally hooked into the spaces between his. Pleased with her efforts, she began to lean towards him while tugging his hand towards her, until it was almost close enough to taste. She couldn't stand it, she had to, just a taste--
As her tongue swept over his palm, her expression grew progressively more disgusted, until she finally released his hand and stared at him with an empty sort of zombie disbelief. How could anyone taste so horrid? It was like sand without the grit, no hint of blood or flesh or warmth, and a small string of drool slipped down her chin as her mouth hung open to rid itself of the taste.
Finding an exit sounded tempting, promising. It would get them out, it would get her out and safe like she wanted (and him by extension). Milo didn't want anymore Noemi tears, didn't want her to fall to pieces by this terrible experience. Didn't want her to suffer anymore by having to fight her friends, even though he really wanted her to keep going and remain by his side - a selfish wish really, because it was awesome to go on missions with Noemi.
But, he couldn't find himself to just leave now. Not with the problems going on all around them, not with hearing a few screams for aid, a few yelling for others to stop. It just wasn't the Power Ranger way to retreat like this - sometimes it could, but they weren't down for the count yet. Milo frowned, glanced towards the exit and then spun around so he was facing the small Mist and firmly planted his hands on her shoulders. "MagiBlue, sorry, ya. Can't just sit here, I know we should try to go but there are others in trouble." He was looking intently in her eyes, "Need you to stay here, ya," then made a small chiding noise to himself, "not like not in the way or anything but I need you to watch my back, ya. If something happens, need ya to be brave and... like save me." Without thinking, he planted a firm kiss on her forehead and then gently pushed away from her.
It wasn't far from where he was, but still he broke out into a full run for those few steps, Koume in hand, towards where Shu was having trouble with a certain zombie-fied couple. The Sun raised the naginata high and swung the damn thing down hard, his target at random. The older looking female with glasses (she had been yelling earlier, she turned? awesome). "sorry, wahine!"
"I am getting help!" She looked at Lucky with a disgruntled expression. "Do you understand how urgent and serious the situation is now?" She tilted her head in discontentedly. "Mimsy! Oh no Mimsy!" The growls drew her attention. "Don't come closer, Mimsy, I don't wanna hurt you." Shu waved her hands with no gesture, she could hit Robert right in face but not Mimsy. "Ahhhhh What should I do?" She knew how to deal with a misbehaved big dog but not the Life huntress. "My Alice...." Seeing Mimsy's zombie form made her so sad, the petite Asian fell and sat on the floor.
Lucky slipped in between to be the meatshield, but he was tugged away in short. Useless. Apparently Mimsy thought she would taste better. "Am I just food to you?" Shu sadly mumbled as the female zombie nibbled her.
She knew what the feel was, and she couldn't do anything about it. Seeing Mimsy was flung off, Shu turned to pile up a smile at Milo, eyes blankly stared while tears streaked down her face. "Help us please. I don't want to hurt others....."
Her head drooped unnaturally after that, and soon the body raised again, with weird standing posture. "I......w......a....n....t.......t...o....e....a....t." DESSERTS!
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Posted: Wed Sep 17, 2014 1:31 am
Rep would never hurt Harrison. That was one of the few things Jordan was still absolutely certain of, and the shock of it being suddenly untrue held him back longer than it should have. He didn't have his daggers, and if he attacked with Ferros he wouldn't be able to avoid hitting the others.
Replaceable. Convenient. I never had a home. It took everything he had not to flinch at the words, not directed at him but about him, cutting every bit as deep. Rep wasn't in his right mind, it was obvious, but the words didn't feel like delusion, felt more like buried fears pulled up from the deep and exposed. Like him and not like him and he was still the problem and there was no time to reflect on it, no time to indulge the grating, flayed hurt.
When Jordan stepped forward, his face was a neutral, blank mask, betraying nothing. He brought Ferros up, moving to interpose himself between Rep and Harrison, neither attacking nor defending, but making himself a target, because if he was there, he could distract them from the others who could and would knock them out.
Noah hung back, uncertain what was going on but quite certain that he wasn't supposed to be hearing this. Most of the zombies had been brought down. This was different. It wasn't the mindless drooling hunger. It was personal.
America's order was a relief, a clear course of action. "Right," he agreed, and skittered closer to swing Laz at the blonde man. Laz didn't care who he bit, as long as he could taste Fear; zombies, hunters, it was all the same to him, and the weapon snarled and fed.
HP: 35/40 Dmg: 4 Target: Harrison Charge: 2/3
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Posted: Wed Sep 17, 2014 1:58 am
Just as disappointing as before, the flesh under his teeth and tongue began to sicken and grow cold, just as hers had. Robert pulled away, groaning with annoyance, and latched on to the first thing that had been placed in front of him - Lucky's entire thigh. He hadn't smelled food when he bit in, but that didn't make a difference - and as he started to rip and shred and tear, he realized he couldn't taste anything good at all.
He spat out the remainder of what he'd bitten, and angrily slammed his fists into the body to try and get it out of his way. Useless.
Something suddenly hurt, and Mimsy angrily wailed as she searched for the source, writhing as she coughed up entire mouthfuls of dark blood. There were brief flashes of things that might have been food around them, and she wailed again when she discovered that she must have lost the little dessert, but she could scarcely see past the body next to her to tell if it was really gone or not.
And all of that body's punching motions were a bit too much in her opinion, so her fit diminished as she immediately set out to solve this problem. After a considerable amount of more ultimately pointless squirming, she finally succeeded in positioning herself halfway into his lap, where she momentarily stared at him past her now diagonal glasses. The delay of movement ended when she mustered enough energy to move her free arm again, and she smashed her hand against his face with a low, disgruntled 'uuughhhhhhh'.
In more reasonable terms, this loosely translated to 'please stop, I can't accomplish anything when you are so distracting'.
Which meant that their budding zombie relationship was progressing as per usual between them.
The bad food was similarly ruining her life by preventing any good food from entering a close proximity; so when she moved her hand, she swung it towards his leg and dug her nails in with all of her might, before attempting to pull him down.
