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

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[emasculates]

[She watches the retraction of those claws with something like faint interest. She's a knife person, to be sure, and that? That looks particularly useful.]

No need. Here.

[She tosses him a small, unlit torch in an easy underhand. She's been carrying extra since she and Peggy raided the Fire Sector.]

[alpha_squad_leader]

C'mon. You walked right into that one.

[emasculates]

[The injury is not a bad one, comparative to some she's endured. Her shoulder and upper arm are badly skinned, half-shredded from where she hit the concrete after her fall.

She hid in an alleyway after that, ripping strips from a shirt she'd stolen from a laundry line and wrapping her injuries. They aren't severe or even particularly painful, but cleaning them will be less of an issue later if she doesn't take pains to cover them now.

When she's done, she slips out of the alley. It's silent here, most of the zombies concentrated elsewhere. She has every intention of getting back into the fray (it's the most fun she's had in months) but for the time being she's enjoying the quiet.

Happening into Inara's path is incidental, and at that raised dagger Aisha reaches instinctively to grab the woman's arm.]

Peace. No danger.

[emasculates]

[And she's watching him from above, leaning on the railing of a fire escape, watching this boy lose his ground to the creatures. He's overwhelmed - or soon to be so - there's no question of it.

That in and of itself does not move her. People who fight foolish battles deserve to lose them. She has seen it happen time and again. In Afghanistan, and with Clay.

Her expression transmutes into a snarl, teeth bared, and she pulls a grenade from her belt, pops the pin, keeps her fingers curled around the safety lever.]

You. Move away.

[She doesn't yell, but her voice is certainly pitched to carry and could be directed to no other.]

[zerotoawesome]

Too late. Punchies are happening now. [He lifts his arm up to punch Victor, but it's slow and he eventually just drops it back on his stomach.] I'll owe you later.

[sharpes]

[Brandon looks like literal hell.

He wasn't wearing his uniform when this all started and it's not like he had time to change, so his civilian clothing (which doesn't conduct electricity nearly as well) is mostly ripped, frayed or singed. He's got a burn streaked down the side of his face and he's actually missing a shoe because it was better than missing the entire foot and that's what the zombie had been after at the time.

When he sees Rikki, he doesn't even think about the fact she hates him, he just waves his arms like someone trying to flag down a helicopter and then--

Catches himself.

No, he's not freaked out, he's faced way worse than this, and he's so not giving her the satisfaction of seeing him sweat, thanks.

But he's still on edge with nervous energy, and he hopes she'll at least come talk to him. Maybe they can regroup.]

[alpha_squad_leader]

Punchies? [Victor's just going to lean out of the way anyway.] Rest now, worry about that later.

[andaway]

[He's quick to dodge and fly higher up, aiding Kara with his own heath vision.]

I found Kon either, he was exhausted. You'll have to tell me if you need a recharge, alright?

[zerotoawesome]

Yeah, later sounds good. [He mutters and finally closes his eyes for a few minutes.]

[hackingyoursensors]

We have to keep them from reassembling... damage them so bad that they can't.

[It dawns on him.]

Fire! Of course!

[notdreaming]

You'll be the first to know.

[ She really doesn't like this, and she's pretty sure Kal has the right idea. Into the air she goes. ]

[cowled]

I've got a warehouse nearby. Come on.

[He takes a few steps and then pauses, half-turning so he can gesture at her gun.]

I'm not really a fan of those, and anyway these creatures are only affected by fire. Would you mind?

[putting it away, he means. It's not publicly known here that Bruce Wayne's parents died the way they did, but that doesn't mean he's decided to shirk that particular aspect of his public persona. Bruce Wayne doesn't like guns.

But Batman hates them.]

[insecrets]

[As long as Santo experiments on some other human, Finnick's cool with that.]

Bitten? No. It didn't get close enough for that. [He pauses, looking himself over just in case.] Is that important?

[There's a blank look before the man laughs.][Racism doesn't exist.]

[insecrets]

You want to run? [Finnick glances around and, yeah. That seems like a good idea. He's no hero, and he's definitely scared enough that he doesn't want to sit here and fight these things off for any length of time.]

Lead on. If we get inside somewhere, we can probably block the place off. [He follows after Jack, weapons gripped tightly.]

[zerotoawesome]

Zombie lesson number two is that you don't let them bite or scratch you. If they do that, then you become one of them. [Santo looks over to Finnick and shrugs. At least the guy didn't seem helpless.] So with these guys, I don't know. It might be important, it might not. Probably shouldn't risk it though.

And am I the only guy that came from a universe that has movies? [Because, seriously, you're about the third or fourth person he's discussed horror with who doesn't know what a zombie is.

He doesn't follow up on the racism stuff, though. He figures if he can at least train Finnick to not call him a 'mutt', then that's at least a start.]

[tactile_telekinesis]

[He looked at the cube Kal help and raised a brow at it. Having no idea what it was he really couldn't comment very much but at the question he nodded. Opening the door and stepping in, he reached out and dragged a table over with his ttk and when Kal was in, closed the door and shoved it against it.

The place is just as messy as last time.]

So, that cube's gonna help?

[withoutaworld]

[ All that noise doesn't just draw the attention of the jianghshi - it sends Rikki running toward the commotion to see if anyone needs help, and she gets there just in time to see the zombies explode. That... is not something she ever really wanted to see.

She perches at the edge of a rooftop over the parts-littered street, pulling a face at the mess. ] Gross, Tommy. So, um... I guess you've got things under control here?

[heinously]

[ At that moment in time, Albel decides quite frankly that any efforts of keeping this fool alive was completely and utterly useless. What absurd notions. Anywhere else, and he'd find this humorous -- but he wasn't laughing. ]

Ridiculous. And just who are you hoping to help with your capabilities?

[ As far as he's concerned, the boy was begging for his death. It was the kind of service that Albel would gladly render if it weren't for his attentions being divvied elsewhere.

And speak of the devil -- there still were zombies afoot. With more or less of a disgusted 'hn', Albel turns on his heel. ]

I've heard enough. 'One hour' and you'll be food for the maggots.

[heinously]

[ With thinly veiled contempt, his gaze immediately shoots overhead upon hearing the voice. He sees, he understands and within seconds, his irritation amplifies three fold.

Worms, always meddling in his business. And her ‘command’? It was almost obliquely degrading.

To make matter worse, it seems that his luck was erring on the side of catastrophic. He’d seen the outcomes of offworlder projectiles much like the ones she held in her hand. Obviously, this intruder planned on an easy fight — ‘honor is the morality of superior men’ was surely an aphorism lost in time. He’d choose a sword over these lazy contrivances any day.

Even so, Albel Nox had no intention of having his body burst like a distended balloon. Prompted by necessity and instinct more so than a desire to comply, he pivots over to one side, giving barely enough purchase for the intruder to exploit the brief opening. ]

Keep your distance, [ Well, if she wasn’t yelling, he'd be more than happy to take that empty slot. Albel spits, gesturing to place atop the fire escape with a clawed hand, providing an exemplary definition of livid. ] This battle is my own!

[depicted]

Mm, half a day, at a guess? [He talks quietly, but he lacks Aisha's grace as a soldier. He is a pampered gentleman. All Dorian knows of danger is urban and personal. Immortals in warzones tend to reveal things about themselves better kept private, after all.]

[But he does at least know horror, and is careful to avoid the corpses sprawled on the ground. And as his priority is keeping the ordinary (if combat-ready) human safe, he doesn't take issue with being first into the metaphorical minefield.]

[imaginate]

Got anything flammable? Liquid? Propane? [Kyle rings up a flamethrower. It's obvious he can't actually generate real fire.]

[wholenewstory]

[Cass was already ushering the small crowd back, trying to shield as much as she could with her body, when she felt the heat suddenly fade; when she turns, a surprised smile lights her face.]

Thanks.

]She's never met a Green Lantern, but she knows who they are. Protectors, like her.]

[imaginate]

[Kyle flashes her a thumbs-up before he turns his attention back to the threat. Up they go in a column of flame. The street's clear for now.] You should head to the palace. I can cover you, if you want. [Which... is not actually a request, he will make sure that the civilians are safe before leaving her to her own devices.]

Jason Todd | Fire & Earth | OTA

[wholenewstory]

Cass has already led several groups of people from Earth; she's heading back now to see if anyone is left.

She didn't expect to find Jason swinging a glowing green flame thrower around. When the zombies circling him are sufficiently crispy, she steps forward with an amused smile.]

Having fun?

[It strikes her, suddenly, that Jason has never seen her in costume, let alone this one. He's never seen her wearing the Bat.]

[withoutaworld]

[ Rikki immediately changes course when she spots Brandon, dropping down to street level as she reaches him and giving him a quick visual once-over to make sure he's still in one piece. He looks terrible, but she can't see any bites or gaping wounds, so... that's something.

She pushes her goggles up on her forehead, frowning in concern. ] Uh... hey. [ She doesn't hate you, Brandon. She just thinks you're a tremendous jerk, and she can set that aside when there's a real crisis to worry about. ]