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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[imaginate]

[Kyle stays near the door, ring glowing slightly, ready to blast apart anything that might come their way.]

[wintershepherd]

I prefer to think of it as a strategic retreat...

[ Jack keeps his staff at ready, choosing pathways that give them the best route to defend if anything comes at them from ahead or behind. He's flown over this area many times, giving him a unique map-like perspective of the streets.

But up ahead, a new group of the jiangshi have spotted them. Jack put a hand on the nearest wall and formed a pair of crossed swords; they'll have to fight again. ]

Looks like we're not exactly in the clear yet.

[hackingyoursensors]

[Dick scans the room for any sign of movement before entering.]

[Oh look, a nice pile of firewood.

...and a small book of matches. He pockets it because why not. Just in case the Batarang doesn't do its job and he needs a plan b]

Alright, we've got the supplies, now we need a real plan.

[imaginate]

[Kyle briefly looks over to where Dick is standing, his eyes falling on the firewood.] We could set a trap - lead them into an open area and use the wood to make a bonfire. [Hm. He hoped there was an area wide enough to that the fire wouldn't spread or damage anything except the jiangshi.]

[wintershepherd]

I'm not sure but they're really persiste--

[ Jack leaps back from the torch in the opposite direction, even though she hadn't been aiming at him. ]

Watch where you're poking that thing! Some of us are kind of heat-sensitive...

[ He cracks his staff down on the stone ground, creating a sheet of ice that removes every bit of traction beneath the zombies, leaving them scrambling around rather comically while Jack looks at Pepper seriously. ]

You need to get inside. This is a bad place for you to be...

[wintershepherd]

[ Jack finally remembers to start breathing again -- literally, there had been several moments without breath -- when Santo reforms and speaks again. ]

You... that was... I thought you were...

[hackingyoursensors]

[Thoughtfully:] We'll call that plan A.

There's an open plaza not too far from here. If we're going to lure the zombies anywhere, that'd be the best place.

The question is, can they tell if we've set a trap.

[imaginate]

From what I've seen, I don't think so. They seem too preoccupied with wanting to bite us. [He nods, firmly.] We should find some propane for Plan B.

[the_other_eight]

Clearly.

[She's not even sure that she'll be safe inside, and right now, more then anything else, she wants to make sure Tony is alright. If he knows that these things are out here then he's likely to go out and fight, armor or not, and she's not aware that he has the armor here.]

[withoutaworld]

Um... yeah? [ Come on, what does he think she's going to do, hide inside? Fat chance.

Rikki glances up and down the street, checking for any zombies Tommy might have missed, before she swings off the roof and drops to the ground. ] You powered types can't have all the fun.

[cmdreffingshepard]

[It's a startling request - if there's one thing Shepard never thought she'd hear from a total stranger during a zombie attack, it's a request to put away her gun.

But he's right, really. Gunshots can knock them back, stun them for a momentary reprieve, but that's about it (except maybe her shotgun), and she has precious few thermal clips for either of her guns.

Eventually, using her biotics so much will wear her out, but she can go longer than most, she's found, due to whatever cybernetic implants Cerberus stuck in her. So she holsters her gun after a moment's thought, maybe feeling a little vulnerable without it - but that's her own problem, she's a big girl, and she's more than her weapons, anyway.]

All right, where to?

[bothbarrels]

[ He immediately has his rifle to the ready, but finds he has nothing to do but watch her on backup as she handles the situation quite well on her own. ]

How do they go back? I'm still trying to get answers for myself.

[ It's not until after he answers her that he lowers his rifle a bit. ]

[memoriesinsmoke]

[The zombie actually bursts into flames before it reaches either Liz or Nathan. The fun thing about her powers is that the fire can go wherever she wants it to, if she focuses enough.]

Pyrokinesis. So yeah, I guess it falls under that category.

Fire

[demon_brat]

[Jason, meet Robin.]

[Not Dick Grayson Robin. Meet the Robin who actually came into the costume fully trained, including by the type of people you ended up killing when Talia sent you to them.]

[Meet the Robin who is in no way bothered by the zombies, or doesn't show it, anyway. Who's found a second sword and is, somehow, alive and tiny (tinier than the other Robin, even, if not incredibly tinier), wreaking havoc among the zombies. Because that's what he does.]

Close contact with them is not good for your health, Todd.

[Oh, yeah, and the Robin whose attitude actually rarely goes anywhere but 'mean.']

[demon_brat]

[... and this is where Damian takes the cue. And starts working fast at shoving zombies and zombie pieces at the ones already burning. And... yes. Fast.]

[After the second one, he tosses over his shoulder at Cassandra.]

Her powers need sunlight.

[And there has been none of that for days, now.]

[zerotoawesome]

What? Totally awesome? Yeah, that kind of goes without saying.

[He gives a small smile, but he gets what Jack is trying to say, and part of him does feel bad making Jack worry or assume the worst.

He'll just show that through concern.]

You didn't get hit, did you? I wouldn't have done that if I'd known you were here...

[assworthsaving]

[He's impressed. Definitely impressed. But he can't help voicing one specific concern.]

Don't you think that's just a little ah, unsafe with all this wood around?

[sophos]

Batman. [She mutters it, shaking her head. Another jiangshi makes a grab for her shield, undead fingers clutching at the edge. She tries to swing it away, but accidentally dislocates the arm instead.]

[But she's not all that fazed. She takes her knife and shanks it up into its chest, which is enough to get its hands to slide off her shield. She ducks into a roll, coming up behind it to stab it again, in the lower back. It goes down with a kick said wound, but Annabeth pulls her shield up instinctually, with good measure, given the blind zombie has gotten back to its feet.]

We need to get some fire. They're not gonna die without it.

[imaginate]

[Holy crap that's a big fire. Kyle immediately flies straight towards it, hoping it won't damage any buildings - he's not so worried about the architecture as he's concerned about whoever might be inside them.

He spreads a green protective barrier to shield everything but the zombies and waves to her to make sure the message is clear: he's got this covered, Liz, go wild!]

[hackingyoursensors]

What's plan B?

[imaginate]

[Kyle rings up a very large flamethrower and flashes Robin a very wicked grin.]

[hackingyoursensors]

[Oh he likes the way you think, Kyle.]

Are you sure that shouldn't be plan A?

[imaginate]

No, it's too more time-consuming, and I'll need refills. [Flamethrower vanishes.] We should aim to take out as many as we can in one strike.

[cowled]

Thank you.

[The courtesy is immediate, genuine. He hadn't actually expected her to comply, given what he knows of soldiers.

He wets his lips - apprehension; feigned - and nods down one of the narrow alleyways.]

It's quickest to cut through there, but I'm not certain it's strategically sound.

[Not a detail he likes admitting to knowing. An alleyway would bottleneck them, but he has no way of judging how proficient this individual happens to be at on-the-fly offensive manoeuvres and can justify guiding her towards the correct choice. If she asks about it later he can always tell her he watched a lot of westerns as a child.]

The other way is to go down Hassarya Street, it's longer but we'd have ['a better line of sight'] more room to move...

[He trails off, primarily to prompt a reply from the woman.]

Hey there mind if I join you

[usavatar]

[Steve is shepherding packs of kedan to safety, dressed in full regalia and carrying his shield - it serves well enough to slow the jiangshi, though the fact that even when they're rendered limbless and headless all the pieces keep moving means Steve hasn't had the chance to really investigate how to kill them.

He's smashing through the latest few to rain down from overhead, guarding the rear of the kedan fleeing toward the palace, when he spots Logan slicing through one of the attackers with blades that look like they sprout from the backs of his hands.

Well, then.

Steve turns to knock one encroaching creature back with his shield, sliding the straps free of his arm in the same motion and hurling the shield like a discus. It ricochets off a doorpost and snaps the neck of a jiangshi staggering out of the alley nearest Logan.]

You running or fighting? [There's no judgement in the question.]