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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[heinously]

[ In (Albel's) fair and just universe, people should never be allowed to retreat from battle, lest they met the death penalty. In his paradise, simply suggesting it was enough reason for execution.

Despite what he's seen to be as many points of weakness, there was something to be said about Terry's willingness to challenge this zombie directly. There were worse ways to idle about debilitated, Albel decides, blocking an almost certain deathblow with a thundering shockwave. This boy was not someone who feared causality.

There was no time to ponder on the following intriguing implications. Not yet, anyway. ]

Burn them. Make yourself useful, fool -- [ If he dies due to outside recklessness, he'll do his utmost to ensure that Terry earned his keep, if you will. Whatever Albel's other faults might be, no one could ever call him a coward. Not twice, anyway. ] -- Begone!

[withoutaworld]

[ Rikki stares at him for a moment or two while she slowly wraps her head around the fact that yeah, he just said that. He probably didn't mean it the way it sounded, but wow, Tommy, now that's all she's going to be able to think about.

She clears her throat a little awkwardly, shifting her weight and smiling faintly. ] Don't you have your own shower, or do you not get those in treehouses?

And I'm pretty sure you only have yourself to blame for the puréed organs, but as long as we are covered in zombie goo... [ Okay, more him than her, but still. ] You wanna go find some more to blow up? I wouldn't mind a little company.

[heinously]

Sounds no more than an peculiar show of creativity. Perhaps my methods are just not up to par as of late.

[ He would sooner shatter it than allow that to become his reality.

Albel observes her with a blossoming scowl of his own, with no viable touch of fear. Interesting to him, that she spoke of the same cruelties he would have rigorously meted out himself. He wanted little more than his victory and continued survival... but it seems he's underestimated. ]

Is this supposed to intimidate me? Think again, woman.

[withoutaworld]

[ Aww, Brandon, you do care about someone. That's... okay, honestly kind of surprising? But nice. ]

Yeah, I ran into her a while ago. She's, um... probably still out here, but it's okay. They don't climb very well, so... [ A shrug, and a reassuring smile. ] I'm sure she's fine.

[emasculates]

I have no need to intimidate lesser creatures. But I do prefer to warn them, when it's merited.

[She takes several steps towards him and her tone is a very low purr when she speaks again.]

It is more fun that way.

[imaginate]

[He puts the bubble near a roof and dissolves the top so that Robin can alight.] Go. I'll come as soon as you send up the flare.

[crotcharrow]

[It's a good thing to think about, Rikki and you know it. He gives her a grin.] Yeah, but I'm not gonna be able to get all the goo off on my own.

[He laughs, shrugging.] Hey, it's the only way I can stop them without getting close. I don't wanna be bit or anything. But yeah. I'd love that.

[withoutaworld]

[ Oh god is she blushing? She's blushing. Rikki ducks her head under the pretense of adjusting her goggles, though she's grinning to herself as she does. ] I think you'll manage. Somehow.

Y'know, I've managed to not get bit so far and I don't even have superspeed. Are you sure you're not just chicken or something? Got a little zombie phobia? [ As she speaks, she's starting down the street, out of the pool of blood and flesh, and pausing once she gets to clear ground to wipe the goo off the bottoms of her boots. The last thing she needs is to faceplant in the middle of a fight because her boots are slick with zombie parts. ]

[crotcharrow]

[He grins when she readjusts her goggles and turns on his foot to follow her, looking a little insulted when she speaks up again.]

Chicken? Me? C'mon. [He falls into place next to her, flicking some goop off his sleeves.]

I'm pretty sure being scared of zombies is a rational fear. Like, they're okay in videogames, but when they are trying to tear your actual face off? Not so much.

[heinously]

[ It wasn't as though Albel had any uncertainty about his own strength, but he wouldn't have been surprised to learn that an evolutionary throwback circuit in his brain was trying to trigger a 'competition' subroutine.

A very small part of him wondered how she thought those two terms differed. It might come in handy in the future, after all. ]

Bah, [ For all it's worth, he has the grace to look very sedated. ] Don't be a fool. They are one in the same.

[withoutaworld]

Okay, yeah. I'm just saying, you're faster than they are. I think you can handle getting a little closer.

...though maybe not when you're blowing them up. [ She grimaces a little at the spatter all over his face. ]

[traumatizing]

With what? My piercing gaze and a magnifying glass?

[All sass aside, Terry defers to Albel on this. His approach has mostly been hitting them in the face with something heavy and running in a different direction while they're dazed - he hasn't even given any real thought to what could actually kill these things, pretty certain they'd be able to take him out first before he got the chance. Unafraid of death he may be, but he's not particularly keen on giving it a second go if it can be avoided.

Frowning deeply, he turns on his heels and looks around until he spots one of the torches that had been put out when the turtle submerged and sprints off to get it, coming back with it in hand as quickly as his legs will allow.]

Are they even flammable?

[His tone is a touch derisive - they're mostly flesh and have been hanging out in the water for ages, right? - but the look he gives Albel is genuinely questioning. He seems like the kind of guy who knows approximately a million times more about killing things than Terry could ever hope to.]

[crotcharrow]

Says the chick with the shield. I'm kinda exposed. [he indicates to his skintight suit. Not that she wouldn't have noticed it already.]

--Aw man, do I have zombie face on my face? [he lifts a hand to smear some across his cheek.]

[emasculates]

Intimidation seeks to cow. It beleaguers the weak into submission, capitulation. A warning speaks of inevitability. Something slow, something inexorable. You can be forewarned of a storm, can you not? But that does not prevent the storm. But if you are intimidated by the storm's coming, you need only go inside. Intimidation is something to be resisted. A warning is intention laid bare.

[He can look as sedate as he pleases, she's still purring her words like a particularly dangerous cat.]

[depicted]

[Hey opium is great]

Nasty way to go. [He is happy he just got firebombed] If we were in Hell, I think I would know. Certain individuals would ensure that I knew. If this is anything near to it, it is a kind of purgatory.

[idkmybffcyclops]

[This isn't him running. This is him not getting involved. There's a difference.]

Looks like I know where I'm headin' then.

[He looks ready to move on and yet...]

You gonna be all right out here?

[withoutaworld]

Yeah, you kinda do, and- ugh. I don't think that's helping. [ She resists the temptation to suggest he get into a shower sooner rather than later. Like, maybe right the hell now. They kind of have more important things to do now, but seriously. Gross. ]

Is that thing seriously not armored?

[ Rikki's had SHIELD and Black Widow supplying her uniforms and equipment since she started. She might be a little spoiled in that department. ]

[bothbarrels]

[ That amuses him slightly, but he doesn't show it. ]

Are you newly arrived?

[suoxi]

[ Inara understands the urgency and she doesn't try and engage her in any kind of conversation as she leads. It had been much the same with Logan -- very little words, more action and equal efficiency.

She ducks down one of the streets, and points. ]

There. That's my building.

lalala pulling this out of my ass

[cmdreffingshepard]

[It's hardly a perfect plan, but it's really the best she's got, given the circumstances and the number of civilians they're currently herding.]

We can cut through and get out the other side before they have a chance to regroup - [She gives him another Look at his statement, because what even?]

Are you sure you saw that in a vid? [She has so few thermal clips, she's reluctant to use one, and anyway -] You have to have an accelerant.

[cmdreffingshepard]

Showed up yesterday. Still don't know how I - [She makes a little face, and shakes her head. Nevermind, not talking about that.] Why, do I look that much like a tourist?

[the_other_eight]

I'd appreciate that.

[Because she's going to be worried about you till you do.]

[the_other_eight]

It's what I do.

[She pauses and actually considers that as she looks at the list of things that they could really use]

Bandages, and blankets if you can get hold of them.

[howherolls]

I. [ he spasms ] Think I prefer it to you finishing me off.

[ he's in a lot of pain, but he attempts a smile ]

Apparently the dead come back to life here.

[howherolls]

[ he stares at him angrily ] The Games were Real.

[ at the hands on his shoulders, Peeta reacts suddenly and violently, arms outstretched and reaching for Santo's neck. He doesn't remember him from the network, and only sees another mutt out to kill him ]