Event | Turtle Dive | January 20 - 23 | Underwater zombies crave your briiiiiines

[ironwood]

Characters: Any and all PCs
Date: January 20th - 23rd
Location: All Sectors
Situation: Tu Vishan continues swimming along the ocean floor after his monumental dive, but it turns out there are a whole bunch of undead that want in on the party!
Warnings/Rating: Underwater situations, violence, potential gore; to be updated as noted.

>See the comments of this post for various situations and areas available for tagging.
>Each header will be set for a date and/or area.
>Feel free to start your own header for specific situations.
>The Palace subplot will be run in a separate log.
>Refer to the two OOC posts for further details. 01 | 02

Comments

Red Robin and Captain America | Metal Sector

[mrsarcastic003]

Zombies. Tim honestly thought he had had enough zombies to last him a lifetime when he'd had to fight his own parents during the Black Lantern nightmare, but apparently not, because here he was, dealing with them again.

He had his staff out, and he was fighting--trying to keep them back and away from where they could hurt people that couldn't defend themselves.

It had been a long day, and it promised to be an even longer night.

[usavatar]

[Steve couldn't help the surge of relief he felt when the turtle's shell started to glow. No, it didn't slow the monsters down, but it at least gave them fewer places to lurk - and it also granted him a clear view of a stranger in a strange costume, battling the creatures back with the same ragged edge Steve felt. Still, whoever it was, they had clear skill and didn't waste a single motion.

He hammered his way to the stranger's side, narrowly avoiding a pair of bites from two jiangshi that could have been tag-teaming if the behavior of the rest wasn't so mindlessly aggressive. Steph's reinforcements in Steve's costume had saved him more than once already. He'd have to thank her for it again once all this was over.] Need a hand?

[mrsarcastic003]

God, yes. [Said feelingly. It wasn't often that Tim got overwhelmed, but these things just kept coming, and it was possible that he was starting to get tired--not that he was going to let that stop him.] Wish we were meeting in better circumstances.

[usavatar]

Steve Rogers. [He flashes his new friend a grin and angles his shield to take the head off of one of the jiangshi.] Captain America. You one of those secret-identity types or do I get to know your name?

[mrsarcastic003]

Secret identity type for sure. Red Robin. Nice to meet you, Captain. [For the second time. Since he did say hello when Tim had first arrived.]

[usavatar]

Lots of them around. Likewise. [He grunts at the impact of three jiangshi attacking his shield at once, one of them sliding around its edge to seize Steve's upper arm and try to sink its teeth in. Steve pummels the thing's face in with his other, gloved, hand, trying to get it to let go.] How new are you?

[mrsarcastic003]

Almost two months, give or take a few weeks. [He used his staff to shove a pair of zombies back and away from him--avoiding a bite. Barely.] Nngh. Don't these things sleep?

[usavatar]

My guess would be no. [Steve finally shakes his hanger-on loose, falling back toward a more familiar street.] Fire gets them to back off, kills them outright if you can light them up. If you need a break, my associate Agent Carter and I set up a barricaded relief station in my apartment.

[mrsarcastic003]

I think you're probably right. [About the sleep thing. He gives Steve a quick--if maybe a little tired--grin.] Who, me? I'm just getting warmed up.

[usavatar]

[Steve gives a breathless little laugh and snaps a jiangshi's neck, for all the good it does. They have a mob on them, pressing on top of each other and clawing at any gap they can find in their fellows' bodies and Steve and Red Robin's defenses.] I say we herd them to a barbeque, if we can manage it.

[mrsarcastic003]

[Tim huffed out a short laugh in response.] Sure. Got anyplace in mind?

[usavatar]

Art supply store. I work there. They've got plenty that's flammable. Three blocks up toward the palace and two over, toward Fire. [He shakes off a grasping hand and braces himself.] Count of three we run?

[mrsarcastic003]

[He used his staff to bar a one of then from getting a good bite in.] Yeah--that sounds good. Ready when you are.