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Codebreaking Conversationalist
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 Posted: Sat Dec 12, 2009 9:42 pm
At the moment, Ignacio was pondering what kind of past life he must have led to end up with this horrible karmatic retribution.
Maybe, in his past life, Ignacio had been El Rey Ignacio the Eleventh or something equally as formal and Spanish-sounding. Yes, yes, and as far as 'el reyes' went he was as cruel as they came. He kept slaves, worked his loyals to the bone. He watched them become desperate and hungry with no allowed solution, his whole kingdom eventually staring to death long after his reign had ended, long after he had gotten away with it.
Perhaps he was a King of Cannibals, or something, which would explain his barely controllable urges to eat the humans around him, and would explain why his stomach moaned with hunger pains every time he saw one. Every time he thought of one still human, like Lucas and Melody...
Lucas. He remembered the days where he could simply sit around and hang around with Lucas. Sure, there were times where they ended up making jabs at each other (hell, half of Ignacio's comments to Lucas were probably jabs at his most recent failings in his lady-killing field of work), but it was all in good fun and Ignacio sincerely missed the times where he could just sit himself on a bench or at a table or something and just talk with him about whatever stupid thing came to mind.
Of course, now the sky was black.
...Black.
The sky was a dome of darkness, and he was receiving some kind of karmatic retribution for being a Cannibalistic Spanish King. Dammit. Ignacio groaned to himself and flopped backwaards, the whole situation even beginning to wear on Mr. Nonchalant more than it should have.
Ignacio was beginning to wonder if there even was a way back to humanity.
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Posted: Sun Dec 13, 2009 4:37 am
-Call it routine.. as Lucas made his way around the building again, following the familar paths (well atleast the not so incinerated ones) he'd walked when blood still coursed through his veins. He searched like a good little youma.. but at the same time.. memories tugged him subconciously.
Oh how he wished he could find the electricity and working plug ins to hook up one of his game systems.. he felt like he was going through withdrawls. His fingers fidgeted, twitching L R X O.. up down. But it was no use.. it was all trashed..
As Lucas inspected the ominously dark sky upon stepping outside, a frown touched his green hued face. It was far too late to be from the smoke of the burning building.
Dismissing it for the moment, until he had time to better ponder the possibilities, his eyes searched for signs of 'life', stopping as he noticed a semi familar figure. Well hot damn!!-
"Ignacio!" -He called out, not putting it past his old friend to try and take a bite out of him. Better safe then sorry you know.-
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Codebreaking Conversationalist
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Posted: Sun Dec 13, 2009 7:37 am
...No, that couldn't be right.
Ignacio stared up at the sky as the darkness continued to solidify itself as if making fun of him at this point. Ha ha ha, it was saying. Nacio shall be trapped within this school forever until he loses his mind, it was saying. He had to already have been losing his mind if he was hearing Lucas' voice; surely, he had known to flee while he had the chance.
This was even draining on his brand of optimism, it seemed. The poor zombie teenager was having trouble believing what was right behind his head.
But he had to reconsider! Lucas could have been too busy pouring over the newest H-game to realize that maybe he should have gotten his bum moving. There also were some good games that had come out in November, right? Perhaps they had distracted him too much, and Lucas had remained right in his spot while the school consumed everything. The red-head's eyes flicked behind him...
It was Lucas.
It was Lucas.
Ignacio immediately jumped to his feet and whirled around, waving almost too excitedly and causing his arm to make a painful crack. Thankfully, for Lucas, Nacio seemed to be one of the zombies that still had his urges in check. Though his stomach growled, yearned, and begged so hard... Ignacio closed his eyes briefly to shake even the subconscious pleadings before opening them again. "Lucas!" Though his neon bright eyes had dulled from weeks of death, they were still dancing in all of his excitement to see someone familiar.
Immediately, without question, he all but toppled Lucas over in a bro-tackle. "They haven't gotten you yet, have they?!" ...Obviously, he hadn't taken a close enough look.
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Posted: Sun Dec 13, 2009 7:53 am
"Hey, hey!!" -He shouted startled, stumbling back a couple steps as Ignacio lurched for him, calling out in a threat that dissolved into a laugh by the end, as he realized that he was being hugged not captured for dinner.- "I'll behead you with this shovel buddy, don't even test me."
-His dangley, half working hand slapped pleasantly against Ignacio's back, a grin spreading across Lucas' green tinted face. He was a hypocrit... after telling everyone not to give zombies they knew any mercy.. here he was.. well on his way to shooting the s**t with good old zombie Ignacio. But then.. he was a zombie too now.
He was being torn every which way. His urges begged him to kill, maim, and eat (and he HAD oblidged these urges atleast a few times after his turning, ecspecially after a little shove from the outside), other parts of him begged for mercy and 'human' contact. Some girls asked him to do something, and his brain insisted others. It was complicated to be a zombie youma, complicated indeed. But right now.. even despite the ever darkening sky Lucas was grinning like a fool.-
"I held out for pretty long, but they got me in the end I'm afraid."
"Now I'm on the Rawrrr brains teams." -He snirked, looking over his friend more closely. He looked pretty good all things considered.. maybe he HAD actually died of that menengitis stuff.-
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Codebreaking Conversationalist
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Posted: Sun Dec 13, 2009 8:04 am
Suddenly, the blackening sky didn't matter quite as much. It couldn't've been karmatic retribution if he had just been given something good, right? Right. A grin so typically Ignacio grew on his face, revealing that he did have one tooth missing (but that was because of a few hard hits with a staff, not necessarily his death).
It dawned on him that Lucas may have not survived when his felt Lucas' hand on his back; human hands didn't hang that loosely unless they were dead, and therefore Ignacio could reason that he was, indeed, dead. But a little beacon of hope held out, and he waited until Lucas confirmed it to frown slightly... "Couldn't help hoping that you were human and had some information about how to become human," mused Ignacio, with an amused chuckle.
Still, if Lucas was around, maybe it wasn't time to lose hope. That was silly. This had to be some kind of message.
Admittedly, Ignacio did look pretty good. He had a bit of a welt on his head from where Sailor McPoofyPants had insisted on beating him with her staff a couple of times, but other than that he wasn't doing all that badly for a zombie. Now that he was taking a closer look, it looked like Lucas' fate involved being eaten, what with the bite marks he had all over.
"But hey, if you're a zombie, at least you won't try and attack me like some people! I only wanted to know how to be human again, and then that dumbass Neasaw had to come show up and turn me into some kind of possessed freak..." These off-topic grumblings would continue; if it wasn't before, it was quite obvious by now that Ignacio was indeed his old self as always, veering onto different topics without question. Eventually, he managed to get back to, "If it wasn't for nerve gas, maybe none of this would have ever happened, ya know?"
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Posted: Sun Dec 13, 2009 9:37 am
-There were confusing things coming out of his mouth, but that wasn't TOO uncommon with his buddy. Most of the things he used to babble like respect and manners with woman were just as ". . . ?" to Lucas as this was. It certainly sounded like he had an adventure though. Nerve gas... and trying to learn how to be human again.
He shrugged mildly.- "I don't know anything about turning back... I certainly would have enjoyed your company while I was zombie killing though. But I suppose it'd not to late now. You could always join me in a bit of human killing."
-He cocked a finger over his shoulder, pointing figuratively towards the school.- "Couple of hot babes told me that I needed to take out the rest of the humans I happen to come across."
"Like.. smoking fine, living chicks." -He emphasized, as Lucas rarely liked to admit outloud being an obedient little puppy to other men.. unless it seemed like he was getting something out of it.-
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Codebreaking Conversationalist
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Posted: Sun Dec 13, 2009 9:59 am
Ignacio chuckled. "Sure I would have enjoyed your company too!" He was certainly enjoying just seeing him at the moment. "But I've learned that I was apparently the first of many to die." He supposed there were some advantages to that; after all, he didn't look nearly as destroyed as some of the other zombies he had managed to lay eyes on. Hell, even Lucas didn't seem to be doing that well, what with that dangly hand.
Of course, then the next part of Lucas' offer hit him. Lucas was under control too? Dammit. It was probably that same cold b***h Neasaw too, the one who had took control of his attempted savior and the one that had briefly taken control of him too.
...Well, at least Ignacio wasn't a human quite yet.
Though Lucas added that they were 'smoking fine, living chicks,' as an afterthought, Ignacio was already grimly aware that there was no shaking off the orders they had been given. "I bet one of them was a orange-head, right? I've run into her too. Made me try to kill some... sailor senshi, I think they were?"
Ignacio had never cared much about the local news, no matter how... long? He had supposedly lived there. It was just something that had never affected him... Seemingly. Ignacio's mind was a little foggy when it came to anything that wasn't Barren Pines related. Still, it had taken him a while to realize that Sailor McPoofyPants and the stupid but nice one were actually those sailor senshi he heard... something? about at one point... maybe?
His head hurt.
"Admittedly, she is fine. A royal b***h from hell, but fine." Ignacio hadn't gotten to flirt with anyone in a while. That was... a depressing reality.
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Posted: Mon Dec 14, 2009 6:08 am
-His grin softened a little as Ignacio spoke, nodding with a quiet grumble.- "Alot of people died.. I guess it's okay.. since we've all come back but..." -He paused, before adding as an afterthought.- "There was a pretty big fire too."
-He listened mildly to his friend, nodding briefly at the vague but adequete description. So he'd run into her too. AND tried to kill a ... sailor senshi? Strange stuff.. She couldn't have been that bad though.. if Ignacio had apparently failed but was still standing here in fairly nice condition.
Shrugging he mused.- "Sometimes you've gotta put up with a little attitude bud. You're writing off ALOT of ladies if you're going to let something like a little bitchiness keep you from bangin' um."
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Codebreaking Conversationalist
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Posted: Mon Dec 14, 2009 8:08 am
Ignacio, realistically, was pretty sure he was only still alright because Sailor McPoofyPants (what was her actual name again? Oh right, Chronos) threw that tiara at a concussion-causing angle. Admittedly, Ignacio still had a throbbing headache, but the pain seemed to be lessening from it at least a little... or maybe it had just dulled somehow, because he was technically the walking dead anyway.
And Lucas was the same as ever. Ignacio couldn't help his grin; at least Lucas' love of ladies would never change... nor would the fact that he was definitely doing it wrong change, which in fact was a little comforting.
An amused laugh escaped from his lips, before he made an attempt at the stern scolding look he had always given Lucas when he had done something significantly wrong. Of course, since he was actually happy to be in this situation instead of upset (it felt like the good ol' days again!) all he was succeeded to do was smirk with laughter shining in his dulled yellow eyes.
"Now now Lucas!" He exclaimed, laughing, completely unable to calm his voice into that stern level. Admittedly, this might be hard to take seriously, but they were both dead and Lucas never took him seriously anyway! Just like the good ol' days... That were only a month or so ago. It was amazing how much could happen in such a short time...
What was he doing again? ... Oh right. "Bitchy ladies are just going to order you around all day and expect you to do everything for them. Especially bitchy ladies like that Neasaw. You see how she orders you around, right? Forces you to do things? I don't think being in bed with that would be very interesting, just saying," a quirked brow accompanied his amused smirk this time.
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