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[shootingshields]

Characters: Peggy Carter, open!
Date: throughout Turtle Dive Event
Location: Various!!
Situation: Various!! Comments will contain threadstarters, but also feel free to start your own. c:
Warnings/Rating: violence against zombies. also i have no preference as to whether you reply [action] or prose.

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DIVE DOWN;

[shootingshields]

Peggy noticed right away the angle shift after the earthquakes. The kedan weren't acting much differently, beyond having secured easily movable objects. So she's immediately out and about, looking for her contacts or anyone who might willingly share what's going on.

Apparently the turtle diving to the bottom of the ocean was no big deal. Though it's strange to process, so she's still asking around, even as the barrier turns more and more visible as the turtle sinks deeper underwater.

It's a little nerve-wracking, for someone who invests more heavily in science than magic, despite all prior circumstances on Tu Vishan. Watching the water slide over the barrier, she keeps expecting it to break, for the ocean to sweep through. But it doesn't, and so she keeps to wandering, asking kedan as much as she can think of.

[ooc; looking around, trying to figure out why or what is happening exactly? Peggy is too! She's all over, stopping to chat with whomever. Find her in the streets, in a restaurant, anywhere!]

OCEAN FLOOR;

[shootingshields]

The turtle hits the ocean floor, and it's one of the strangest experiences Peggy's ever had. Though still wary of the barrier's safety, she doesn't let it show, and she continues her investigation throughout Keeliai, bundled up in the extra cold.

She takes a trip to the edge, or at least near to it. She knows there are people on Tu Vishan who can breathe underwater - maybe they'll get a better look at the debris, because some of it is quite curious. She'll certainly try asking them. Water Burials for the bodies, the kedan say, but something remains suspicious about that offered explanation.

Her guard goes up exponentially when living corpses begin lining up along the barrier. On the list of things that doesn't bode well, that's at the top. She lingers at the edge, watching as more of them press against the barrier, but she heads back for Keeliai soon enough (and takes care to check her stock of ammunition.)

[ooc; welp ok, either within the city or at the edges are cool for run ins, either before or after the zombies start getting their creep on.]

pre-creeping

[notdreaming]

[ Kara's been watching the bodies as well. Normally she would just fly to the top, but Kal told her to take it easy to instead she walks. It's light enough that she doesn't even need to glow, and even in the strapless dress Favrielle made for her she doesn't feel cold. She's gotten so used to that.

The bodies are unsettling. They were unsettling to begin with, when it only seemed like there were too many. But now it's like they're moving on their own. She should ask Nita if that is an underwater current at work. She doubts it. But she may as well get a second opinion. ]

You can see them too?

[shootingshields]

[She's bundled up with a coat herself, and for once, a set of pants. When the other girl speaks up, Peggy looks over, a frown on her face.]

I wish I couldn't. The numbers just seem to keep growing.

[notdreaming]

I have a bad feeling about this.

[ She frowns up at the bodies. With her Kryptonian vision she can see almost every detail. They give her the heebie jeebies. ]

It doesn't seem natural, right?

[histruename]

From the moment the Turtle took its dive, Hellboy's been out scoping the barrier between them and the watery ocean bottom. It's not the first time he's experienced underwater burials, but he's seen enough to know to be wary. Dead guys always seem to have a hard time staying dead, and in a place like this, it's easy to believe they might be in some real trouble here.

When the bodies start stirring from their aquatic slumber, Hellboy knows this is probably just the beginning.

So here he is, tromping his way across the shell's edge by the light of the Turtle's eerie glow. Flashlight in hand, he shines the dull beam out into the murky water, searching for a glimpse of the newly reanimated corpses.

[shootingshields]

Peggy's used to working in the dark, in dim light, but it's easy to spot the flashlight, and a bit of a relief to see it. A closer glance determines it's Hellboy, so she has no qualms about approaching.

"Anything you've had prior experience with?"

[histruename]

Hellboy's nature might grant him a lot of superhuman abilities, but he can't see any better in the dark. And he's not rude enough to shine the flashlight in anyone's face, either. So when Peggy approaches, he doesn't bother to turn around, continuing to shine his light into the utter darkness, only just making out the shapes of things amongst the debris. He's not sure who it is until she speaks, but when she does, he's glad the voice is familiar.

"Sure," he answers. "Run into these things all the time."

He scans the flashlight's weak beam across the wreckage of a rotting carriage, its remains bleached gray and cloaked in shadows. "Just trying to figure out if these guys are zombies or just a bunch of dead guys waking up from their beauty sleep."

ZOMBIES;

[shootingshields]

It was hard to not notice the barrier no longer working when a corpse fell not even five feet from Peggy as she walked through the fire sector. Her gun is out the moment it starts moving and climbing to its feet. She's never been more glad to have found some useful ammunition on the mainland. But the important thing is what the hell, it's still alive.

She takes aim and fires, the bullet going through its head. She's only half surprised to see that it doesn't take it down, and it takes her barely a second to realize she needs to regroup before potentially wasting another bullet.

As the hours go by, more and more of them start to fill the city. Peggy doesn't quite retreat - she's surreptitiously wandering through the sectors, looking for people should they need any help.

When it becomes evident that fire seems to be the only thing to truly kill them, she takes to carrying a torch, with fire from the fire sector. But she'll keep going out, because if she can help even more more person or kedan, she will.

[ooc; feel free to run into her at any time during the zombie infestation, anywhere! even as zombies are falling from the sky. she can halp you, or they can team up! /o\]

Re: ZOMBIES;

[depicted]

It is a narrow street, which perhaps explains the small number of jiangshi moving through it. There is no room for a pack of any considerable size. And that is what makes Dorian choose it. He has a torch, and he'll light it if he needs it, but at present the only light is from the his cigarette as he moves down the street.

And none of the creatures disturb him. Dorian realizes that they must have all tried to take a bite before. Having been greatly irritated by their apparent need to take a bite before deciding he wasn't especially appetizing, Dorian's laugh is more on the cynical side.

Of course, if he sees someone under attack, he'll light up his torch and protect them. That is why he is out here: he is trying out the whole 'helping people' thing to see if it suits him any. That and to see if he can learn anything interesting. So far, he has learned little and ruined some nice clothing.

[shootingshields]

Her gun isn't nearly as useful as fire, but Peggy carries it regardless; she wouldn't feel safe without it. Though the jiangshi can sense the life in her, she's had years of practice in moving quickly and silently, out of sight. If she can't kill them, she can outmaneuver them.

She's just helped one of the kedan safely to the palace, but she doesn't waste anymore time before heading back out.

Where she finds herself ducking down a narrower street, with some unexpected jiangshi lurking - and another person, whom they seem to be ignoring. She's about to call if he's all right, but then she thinks she hears him laugh.

There's little time to dwell. One of the jiangshi starts for her, and she shoots once at it to slow it down, before pulling out her torch and lighter. She gets it lit just as two more begin to swiftly approach her, just as she sets the first one on fire.

[depicted]

That's trouble, then. Dorian sighs, letting the cigarette fall from his lips, and with a merciless swing learned in very disreputable parts of London, he gets one of the approaching jiangshi at the knees. This halts the thing enough that he can pop out his lighter, set his own torch aflame, and start a roast.

God, but he hates the smell of burning flesh. It always brings him back to things he'd rather forget.

"You should run," he warns the stranger. "I can take care of them."

[withoutaworld]

Luring the zombies away from innocent people is easy enough when Rikki can jump to safety on a nearby rooftop pretty quickly, or when the street layout allows her to make several quick turns to shake off the less-coordinated jiangshi.

She... may have miscalculated this time, though. Here in the Metal Sector, where the buildings tend to be higher, routes to the rooftop are a little harder to find, the streets straight and farther apart. She's fast, and she's managed to avoid getting grabbed so far by bouncing off the buildings, outmaneuvering them, but she's getting tired. Her breath's getting ragged in her chest, the distance between herself and the small pack of zombies in pursuit narrowing.

"Crap crap crap crap crap," she pants as she careens around one more corner, shield on one arm, sword in the opposite hand. If she doesn't find a way out pretty soon, she's going to have to find a place to stand and fight, and the odds don't look good.

[shootingshields]

And just around said corner, Peggy is discreetly hugging the edges of the street, wandering with an unlit torch tucked at her side and gun out. It's been a while since she's encountered anything, but her guard is still up at its height.

She sees the person sliding onto the street instantly, and only a moment later recognizes them as Rikki. But she doesn't want to call out and make unnecessary noise, so she takes to just holding her arm up in a slight wave.

Even if it looks like Rikki's... fleeing, which Peggy realizes is the case the moment one of the jiangshi turns the corner, too. She lifts her gun preemptively, but doesn't shoot just yet. "Rikki," she finally says, not horribly loud but with enough concerned volume for the teenager to hear.

[withoutaworld]

Rikki's steps falter for a moment as she spots Peggy. Even with the wave and everything, she still has to stop and think for a second - veer toward her for help and lead the zombies right at her, or just keep running and lead them past her? Being the reason her not-grandma gets eaten by zombies is not one of her life goals, but...

She skids a little on the street as she makes the turn, pelting toward Peggy at top speed. At the very least, fighting together they've got double the odds on their side. Two highly-trained but ordinary people against four nearly unkillable zombies... They can handle that, right?

PALACE;

[shootingshields]

When the palace is opened for safety, Peggy knows this is a situation that cannot easily be stopped. It's a defensive strategy, a barricade, a hold out. She continues going out and helping people, kedan or foreigner makes no difference to her, and she'll gladly take them to the palace if they so desire.

She spends some time in the palace herself, if only to do a little recon - the people who showed up can tell her just as much as the people who didn't. The security's tight enough to prevent anyone from going too deeply into the palace itself, but it can't hurt to observe, strike up conversation.

[emasculates]

[She recognizes Carter on sight, and approaches her without preamble. As yet, she has little opinion on the woman, save that she is smart, British, and decently well intentioned.

A fighter. She can appreciate that trait.

Aisha is not here for safety - she does not need it. But it is where she is taken after her 'death' (which she remembers in perfect clarity) and she will leave when she is able. In the meantime, she nods to Carter and in the spirit of their first conversation, says,]

Zdravstvuite, Agent Carter. Kak vaši dela?

[shootingshields]

[She notices the other woman approaching, not entirely positive who she might be - at least until she speaks. And then she knows, because there's only one person likely to greet her in Russian.]

Spasibo, horošo. A vy? [The basics haven't left her, and she's quick to it, with a natural accent. Still, she speaks with a nod of her own and slight polite smile.]

[Only after she says it does it register that the Russian came out and sounded Russian. No translation.]

[emasculates]

[She cocks her head like a predator.]

I am fine. The fight?

[She's unarmed, which she's pissed about. She is going to track down the zombie that killed her and take it back, tyvm. Seeing as how she wedged it up into their body cavity and between two ribs, it should still be there.]

ELENA FISHER;

[shootingshields]

Shooting them slows them down, but it doesn't kill. Peggy reached this conclusion soon enough. She's heard that fire works, and it makes sense; burning them dissipates the bodies.

Unfortunately, Peggy's out and nowhere quite near any fire - she's on her way back from Wood, having hoped to get her hands on some wood to burn, and in the process, keeping an eye out for anyone who might need aid.

She spots one of the so-called zombies at the door to one of her usual dining locations, and she takes aim. Fires. It makes the corpse stumble, and of course creates a shift in attention. It starts coming for her, and she shoots again, simultaneously backtracking towards a building for potential cover.

ELENA FISHER;

[tearsinnajar]

Despite having encountered strange, nearly impervious monsters before, nothing had prepared Elena for this, not really. The Descendants of UK2642 could be killed with gunfire, eventually, but for her part in that she had been very lucky to not have largely been out of harms way when it came to that. She would very much like to find a fortified and somewhat safe position right now, but the sound of a pistol being fired stops her in her tracks. Given that the kedan do not have firearms, at least not from what she's observed, the ringing of gunshots can only mean that another foreigner like herself is nearby. Elena rounds a corner, her own pistol drawn, and takes note of the zombie bearing down on the other woman.

Safety could wait.

"And here we go again," she said to herself, readying her aim before opening fire on the ravenous corpse.

[shootingshields]

Peggy instantly looks over to the origin of the gunfire, pinpointing the other foreigner easily. She grabs a broken piece of wood from the ground and swings it once the woman pauses in her firing, aiming for the neck. It collides, knocking the creature to the ground, but of course that's about all it does.

She fires again, one bullet with perfect aim for the head, despite knowing it won't kill it. Maybe it'll slow it down a bit.

"Thank you," she says quickly, but that's about it. She gestures for her follow, simultaneously sliding into the building through the tiniest crack in the door.

STEPH&STEVE;

[shootingshields]

Given the lack of light and importance of fire, it only seemed logical to Peggy to spend her downtime at Steve's suite instead of her own. It was a giant supernatural submarine, and the weirdness of being under the ocean on a giant turtle would never stop being... weird. The apparent undead didn't help either, but fortunately, they'd managed to secure the suite to serve as a safehouse.

And right now it's the end of a long day. Night? The reversal of working hours was still throwing her off. She's curled into Steve, enjoying the moment of relaxation after playing catch up on each other's latest excursions. It's a bit at odds with what she knows is a growing infestation outdoors, but it was better to take a breather while she could. So her arm is draped over him, and one leg rests lightly over his, and they fit together easily.

She kisses his cheek, resting there for a moment, the only hint that maybe she's a little tired. But when she pulls away, she just shifts herself a little closer, a little more comfortably. She's looking at him like she always does when they're alone, all affection and completely charmed, and he doesn't even have to do anything most of the time. She slides her foot down his leg towards his, most definitely with some flirty intent.

"Picking up the extra blanket was a good choice." Because it's been cold, okay? But she's the opposite of cold right now. And speaking of something so idle for a moment is nice.

[usavatar]

"Figured it would come in handy."

Between the late-night visitors and the wind that can kick up, even this far 'inland'. He rests his face against her hair, forcing himself to try and dwell in the stillness instead of thinking about the city, the people, Steph and Rikki and Bucky and Natasha and everyone else. They know they're welcome to stay in the apartment, and they know how to fight.

Most of them know how to fight.

Steve sighs. He didn't know how true it was, what he said to Superman - I don't think peace would know what to do with me if it found me. He isn't the only super-someone here. He's not even the most experienced. But the weight of responsibility presses like a hand against the back of his neck, reminding him that there's trouble he's not facing and others that might be facing it alone.

"Tell me to stay here," he says. Because if she tells him to, he'll listen.

[shootingshields]

"Stay here," she says, immediately. Peggy knows much he's feeling the need to go back out, but even supersoldiers need a little downtime. A little regrouping. Whether he admits it or not. "You won't be helping anyone if you're too exhausted."

Her voice somehow manages to be commanding and concerned at the same time. It won't be too long before they're both back out in the grind. And realistically, they're more inclined to stumble and get bitten if they're running on fatigue. So yes, she'll tell him to stay.