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

Comments

[demon_brat]

[No, he wasn't going to let her stay like that any longer. It was too fucking dangerous. He hauled himself up, then braced himself and started pulling her up by the shoulders.]

I said. Get on the stupid bike.

[Except this time, he's not letting her move on her own.]

[backwordscompatible]

[That snapped her out of her trance.]

Huh--? What--get off me!

[It was irrational to be mad at him. He'd just saved her life. Again. But all she could think of was this little brat had just blown up her best friend right in front of her.]

What the hell is wrong with you?!

[demon_brat]

[Unimpressed Robin was unimpressed.]

You are going to the palace.

[Even voice that brooks no argument.]

There is defense there. At least Evandau is halfway competent to manage that.

[Crossed arms, but not letting her consider other options.]

[backwordscompatible]

That's not what I meant

[They would get to her being taken to the palace in a minute. First things first.]

You blew him up. Robin. Without a second thought. [From her point of view, at least.] He was...and you... [Words failed her, thoughts jumbled and incoherent even in her own mind.] You killed him.

[demon_brat]

He had been dead for a while, Zatara. The wound on his side wasn't even bleeding, only faintly oozing. There was nothing left of him.

[His voice was no longer shaky, or filled with tears. It was, if anything, detached. Dispassionate.]

Killing zombies is not the same as killing people. Believe me, I've done both.

[backwordscompatible]

[Meanwhile, she was desperate.]

You don't know that. It could've been magic.

I could've saved him.

[demon_brat]

I was fighting these things before I came to the shore to look for the children, Zatara. I did learn a thing or two. He was gone.

[This place returned people to life... at least, one person. But Damian had backslid way too far to allow himself hope. Any hope.]

Which is why it is too dangerous out here. Those things are attracted to living things. We need to get moving. Go. On. The. Stupid. Bike.

[backwordscompatible]

[He could see her visibly deflate. The understanding clear. She was in denial at this point, because denial was all she had left.]

What if I said no?

[demon_brat]

[... even with the mask, the look he gave her was unmistakable.]

I'd take you when you passed out again.

[backwordscompatible]

I'm not going to pass out again.

[...probably.]

[Still, rather not take any chances. She did approach the bike, though she didn't look very happy about it. When her eyes left his, turning away so he couldn't see the look on her face, she went blank again. Remaining that way long after taking a seat. After he climbed on after her, and they had begun the trip to the palace.]

[demon_brat]

>Tt.<

[He had his ways.]

[And he was fine with blank. His own expression wasn't all that different, either.]