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]

Flying's more efficient. [Appeal to pragmatism?]

[sophos]

If I knew you at all.

[Pragmatist? Yes. Trusting? N o p e.]

[imaginate]

I promise not to bite you or steal your soul. [Man, it's so hard to be in a place where nobody knows what a GL is.]

[build]

[ again, she just nods, her brow furrowing as she looks up at him attempting to catch her breath. ]

These aren't normal projections [ obviously, but her confusion over it really can't be hid anymore.

and she is about to add something about how even the kedan seemed scared, but it was stopped short when a small group of the walking dead suddenly appeared and where now heading their way. ]

[sophos]

See, I wouldn't let you if you tried, so that promise doesn't really mean anything.

[imaginate]

Okay, now that we've established you can brutally axe - okay, knife murder me - wherever you're going sounds important so why don't you hop on [he rings up a small chariot] and I can get you there as soon as possible?

[aloadeddie]

No, they're - [He trails off, spotting the zombies, and shoves her away, down the street.] I'll catch up to you. Run up around that corner over there.

[He turns quickly to shoot at them, a quick pop pop pop intended to distract them more than anything.]

[duelkatana]

Right...so long as those zombies keep raining down, nowhere is safe.

"Yeah, I know." Got to keep moving. Leo climbs to his feet, ignoring the stickiness of the blood on his skin. The base of his skull and his nuchal scutes feel nauseatingly slick and gummy; that decapitated zombie must have been shooting jets of gore at him. He shudders and turns to face the streets.

The corpses are everywhere. Ambling along with deceptive sluggishness, their guttural moans rising above the sounds of shuffling feet and creaking bones. Leo's stomach sinks when he begins spotting kedan in the horde. There's so many of them...they're probably already too late to save anyone with the misfortune of being in the streets when the jiangshi started coming down.

But they can't do nothing. Maybe they can't fight these things, but they're good for a hell of a lot more than that. Leo's gaze slides to the streets behind them, where the jiangshi are crowding the narrow passageways surrounding the canals. A handful of bodies float in the water, limbs frozen stiff with rigor mortis, dead eyes circling wildly in their sockets.

...it's too cold down here for this to be as good an idea as he wishes it were. If the temperature gets to them before they get to the suite - if it slows them down too much, they're at serious risk. But even the rooftops aren't safe so long as they keep coming down from the sky, and Leo honestly doubts they can outrun one of those things at full speed if the ones in the alley were any indication. And their stench...

"At this rate they'll smell us coming from a mile away." Leo doesn't bother to hide the disgust in his voice as he turns to Raph with a grimace. "And it doesn't look like these guys are great swimmers. We'll go by the canals - wash this stuff off and make our way back to the suite. We need to fortify it and come up with a plan."

[meanandgreen]

For once, Raph just nods and does what he's told. There's no time for arguments. Right now, any plan is better than nothing.

At least the smell hasn't gotten to him as bad as it has for Leo. Maybe because he always seems to be the one getting slimed every time they have the pleasure of fighting something disgusting. He gets in close in ways that none of his other brothers' fighting styles would dare, and it definitely lacks the finesse of sword boy's over there. Sure, it stinks, but he's got other things on his mind.

Like how the hell they're gonna make it out of here alive.

They stick to the rooftops as they head toward the canals that replace much of the Sector's main streets, dodging falling dead and shrapnel as their heavy landings pulverize clay roof tiles. Whenever he gets a chance, Raph plunges his sai into the reanimated corpses, shoving them off the side of buildings to the hard ground below.

By the time they reach the canal the streets are like clogged arteries. Clots of zombies claw at boarded-up storefronts lusting for any promise of a meal. But the water's too shallow to risk a dive from the rooftops. They'll have to go down.

Standing on the edge of the roof, looking down into the zombie hoard, Raphael wonders if breaking his neck just might be the better alternative.

[sophos]

[She stares at it, a little skeptically. It sure would be convenient, but she purposely left with enough time to arrive on time. Not early.]

[And more pressingly:] How did you do that?

[imaginate]

Magic. [Said in a tone where nobody can really tell if he's joking or not.]

[sophos]

[She rolls her eyes.] Clearly.

[imaginate]

[Shrugs.] All aboard?

[sophos]

[She's still staring at it, with a little familiarity. She's built chariots, ok.]

How does it run?

[imaginate]

Like this. [The construct moves ahead seemingly of its own accord, circles in the sky a little (well he's a showoff) before stopping next to her.

She'll notice a faint green glow similar to the one covering her coming from a ring on his finger, which matches the insignia on his uniform.]

[duelkatana]

They started out with a mission to save as many people as possible, and yet within a few short minutes, it's taking everything they've got just to ensure their own survival. Leonardo can't quiet the thread of hot guilt thrumming in his chest; it feels like they're abandoning these people. The image of a poor homeless man with chewed-up intestines dragging behind him is one he'll carry for years to come.

But for now, he pushes it away. Letting his focus wander here would be a fatal mistake. There's nothing they can do for anyone as they are now - they need to get somewhere safe, somewhere with room to breathe, and then he can deliberate on their next move. One step at a time.

They come to the rooftop's edge and crouch down to survey the streets below. It's a straight shot to the canal, maybe ten meters from the building they're perched on - child's play, if not for the zombies congested along the narrow street in thick droves. Leo's eyes flicker back and forth across the horde. Even eighteen years of ninjitsu training can't get them through this kind of crowd unnoticed.

Then the sharp, fresh memory of a clattering ladder rings in his ears, followed by images of zombies streaming into the alley. Worked before, it should work again.

"We need to make a distraction." His voice is still level, and it gives him hope that he still looks more confident than he feels. Leo stalks down the length of the roof's edge towards the stores lining the streets. "Anything that'll make a big enough noise to get these things moving."

[bothbarrels]

[ In this case the kedan being pursued finds a way inside fairly quickly and North chooses not to waste his ammo. ]

Don't worry, I don't question your methods.

[tactile_telekinesis]

I don't think I'm the kinda person to really have a normal life no matter what anyone does. [He tried that once when he had no powers, it kind of sucked. But now, he kind of appreciates that Kal tried and that he wanted to give him what he had had.]

I really appreciate it though, honest.

[He nods at that and smiles.]

I will. You're not gonna let this hang around you, are you?

[depicted]

[Luckily for Dorian, most people assume the same. With a playful bow and a smile, he heads off to (1) hide this magic carpet and (2) recover the items requested by the very pretty lady at the Palace.]

[traumatizing]

[Terry, on the other hand, is thoroughly grossed out. He sighs a bit in relief first, knowing that did the job and there don't seem to be any more zombies in their immediate vicinity, he is a hell of a lot more alert than he was 20 minutes ago - adrenaline letting him ignore the fact tat his whole body aches and he really should consider doing things like sleeping or eating. That's going to leave him soon and when it does it'll be sudden and probably at a bad time if he doesn't get himself to safety soon, but he elects to ignore that bit of common sense for the moment.

Instead, focusing on the now, he wrinkles his nose in disgust when the smell hits him, opting for covering his face with his jacket when simply trying to will the stench of burning, rotted flesh away doesn't seem to be doing the trick. His voice comes out a bit muffled through the fabric, but hopefully he's speaking up enough to compensate.]

It'd probably just be a waste of your time.

[Dude's almost as bad at taking advice as he is at respecting authority.]

[depicted]

[He accompanies her mainly because he has nothing else to do.] Don't you have people who would be waiting for you in Hell? You strike me as the sort. [Just coming out there and saying it. Except he is more cheerful now, with a weapon in hand and the chance to wreak some destruction. Who says doing good things can't be fun?]

[sophos]

Glowing green magic. Gotcha.

[Sh still makes no movement or implication that she'll be getting in.]

[wholenewstory]

[Cass moves at the same moment, supporting Kara from the other side.] Might be busy. Could - distract him at a bad time.

Think we can - get her to safety. And contact him there.

[She nods towards the zombies lurching towards them from the distance.]

I...can carry her. You can clear the way.

[cmdreffingshepard]

I'm not sure I'd call it a method. [She almost looks amused.] Circumstances seem to demand it a lot when I'm around.

[heinously]

[ He's heard it before. However, there were as many different ways to be foolish as there were fools. He didn't intend to lose any sleep over any blow that hit below the belt.

There's a tense due in part to the sudden proximity, but only just. Certainly all but insubstantial as far as the sense of touch was concerned. His expression is a timeless sort, except that in this case, the cat had not only eaten the canary, it had seasoned and marinated it first. By way of reply, his claw snakes forward to grip her arm. He digs with no sense of charity and speaks low. ]

And just who are you? [ Sometimes, the trouble with Albel's violent and ungracious demeanor was that he tended to be violent and ungracious. Nevertheless, his tone holds equal parts demand, curiosity, and challenge — whatever the present topic was, it was simply a prelude to something with a skeleton, indeterminate.

Somewhere, Count Woltar was dropping words of marooned wisdom. Untimely, to entertain new guests when your own house was in danger of collapsing. ]