Post by Carissa D. Lee on Sept 7, 2015 21:37:10 GMT -5
”They are, indeed, zombies. It's my first time seeing any, as well, but they fit every single thing ever said about zombies, and I had a friend who told me that zombies actually were a thing. However, it's not some kind of apocalypse thing, so don't worry too much…,” said the first flier. Carissa felt her frown tighten significantly as her gaze returned once more to the people- zombies- below. Did she really believe this?
Before she could really fully doubt herself once more, he continued, ”It's pretty much the zombies from old Taoist practices, or voodoo practitioners; a sort of so-called dark magic with people reanimating corpses and controlling them. So, every single zombie you see down there isn't infected, those bodies are actually corpses, since you can't reanimate the living.”
This couldn't possibly be the truth, but he spoke so calmly about the subject she struggled to doubt his words. Denial began to wash away into fear as she took a fretful look down below, really looking at the people- the zombies- that were after the living. She felt herself fish-mouthing- opening and shutting it as if to speak protest- but found that no words could come to mind. What was she supposed to say? This all seemed like nonsense? She was witnessing it, wasn’t she? The flier continued, ”However, I wonder just who is controlling this many zombies. This should be impossible for any one person. They would wind up killing themselves from over-exertion." After another moment, he spoke again, to the other flier on the roof, "You have any thoughts on the matter?"
Carissa turned to the other flier, still struggling with her beliefs as they were turned upside down. “I believe you are correct. Someone raised these shambling corpses and is still raising them. A novice necromancer would be incapable of this, perhaps, but a particularly gifted or skilled user could likely manage,”said the other flier. Carissa's expression shifted from disbelief to horror-or more accurately- more horror now that she was beginning to accept the reality being presented to her. Was this really happening? This couldn’t possibly be happening. But it was? She shook her head and tried refocusing as she only half-listened to what the two fliers shared with each other.
“But the dead do not seem to be moving with any particular purpose in mind other than to make more bodies for the horde. I would suggest that perhaps the one behind it all has lost any control they may have had in the beginning, but anything is possible, I s’pose,” said the other flier. Carissa looked back down and actually watched how the zombies moved. Sure enough, they did seem aimless. They chased what moved and had sound but other than that seemed rather lost as to what to do. Of course, this was believing that zombies not only could have tasks, but exist and be controlled. As she scoured her memories for zombie lore, Carissa “huhed” and took a few steps from the ledge, only just catching the last statement from the other flier, ”Someone is going down for this. Too many dead humans for the powers that be to ignore.”
The powers? What? Carissa shot him a definitive “what the hell” expression before looking at the first flier to determine if this was normal or not. She felt some part of her brain tallying every question she would have following this encounter. What are the powers-that-be? What was that crap about voodoo raising zombies? Why could they freaking fly??? And how come they could fly without wings? What were they? Her thoughts spun and closed her eyes, forcing them to shut down and wait. She had to wait. Right now, there were other matters to attend to.
”So what are we going to do? I mean…” she stopped and looked around. Obviously the leopard-printed woman and the children couldn’t really do much, and, arguably, neither could she. There were also the winged-man’s instructions to consider- did he have any authority in this situation? As she considered she thought about their options, she heard a car crash in the distance. ”Er, I mean, how do we…find the person doing the voodoo? You said this was voodoo?” She looked at the first flier then at the second. ”Should we exchange names? Or something?” She wasn’t sure what apocalypse-eque etiquette called for exactly. ”I’m Carissa. Uh…I’m a nurse…” she said and rubbed the back of her neck awkwardly. She felt dumb."Sorry, I'm...er...new...to this...sort of...thing..."she frowned as her statement drifted into an incoherent mumble. "What I mean to say is, that, you know, we should...I guess if you two know what's going on and...I could help? What should we do?"
Post by Julian Clark on Sept 14, 2015 0:38:20 GMT -5
Julian's gaze and attention remained on the other man as he waited for a response to his own speculations and question. The elemental, himself, had no experience with any zombie situations or anyone with such abilities, and limited knowledge on the matter in the first place, so he eagerly awaited any information that may be useful in helping to figure out a way to solve the current crisis.
“I believe you are correct. Someone raised these shambling corpses and is still raising them. A novice necromancer would be incapable of this, perhaps, but a particularly gifted or skilled user could likely manage.” A slight crease formed between Julian's brows as they drew closer together upon hearing this. The elemental instantly began to think of how powerful someone must be in order to do something like this single-handedly, based on how swiftly the zombie control was spreading.
Julian was slightly relieved after the other man's next words, which were said while throwing a brick, “But the dead do not seem to be moving with any particular purpose in mind other than to make more bodies for the horde. I would suggest that perhaps the one behind it all has lost any control they may have had in the beginning, but anything is possible, I s’pose.” If the source of this trouble truly had lost control over his zombies, then that would suggest that he wasn't too frighteningly powerful. However, it did raise the question of why more zombies kept popping up. Was the person behind this willingly giving up control of the zombies just so that he could reserve power in order to keep raising more? Or was it really a group?
The man then seemed to loosen himself up before running a hand down his face. To the surprise of Julian, and most likely everyone else on the roof, as the hand descended, this man's appearance changed. His skin had become tanned, his hair changed texture, length, and color, and even his body type changed to become more athletic. Julian was shocked by this display and wondered if maybe the man was a shapeshifter. Pushing aside his curiosity regarding the man's race and abilities, and his knowledge regarding supernatural matters, Julian let his thoughts and worries about the dangerous situation they were in fill his mind.
Taking his attention off of the man who could fly and change his appearance, the elemental walked a short distance towards the edge of the roof, gazing off into the distance which the winged man flew off towards. Currently, he was wondering how they were going to find whoever was behind this, and how to take them out. He also wondered what they should do regarding the survivors on the roof with him, as well as those who were still scared in the streets. It would be impossible for 'normal' people to simply make it up to this rooftop, but they probably couldn't afford time to try to set up some sort of shelter. This wasn't like a zombie movie or TV show; the key to this wasn't going to be trying to survive, or outlast the zombies. These zombies would return to being corpses if they weren't supplied with power to keep them running, so the best solution to ensure everyone's safety would be to take out the source of the zombies as swiftly as possible.
While thinking these things through, two events happened practically simultaneously; the woman who was originally on the roof spoke out, and Julian noticed a weird sight happening some distance away.
Halfway paying attention to the words that the young woman spoke, the elemental realized that there were a few cars floating in the air some distance away. ”So what are we going to do? I mean…” As these words were spoken, the vehicles continued to hang suspended in midair.
”Er, I mean, how do we…find the person doing the voodoo? You said this was voodoo?” During a slight pause, Julian realized that there was a figure suspended in the air below the cars; a humanoid figure with wings. The cars suddenly descended towards the ground and the sight of them was once more obstructed by other buildings, however, that figure continued to maintain its position midair. ”Should we exchange names? Or something?”
Caught off-guard by the random and, in his opinion, out of place question, Julian suddenly turned his head to actually look at the female who had been talking for a short while. ”I’m Carissa. Uh…I’m a nurse…” The female reached up to rub the back of her neck, looking every bit as awkward as she sounded. "Sorry, I'm...er...new...to this...sort of...thing..." Well, at least she was trying to adjust to the extremely unexpected situation. "What I mean to say is, that, you know, we should...I guess if you two know what's going on and...I could help? What should we do?"
Julian blinked once before replying to her. "Julian," he said, casting a quick glance down to the growing mass of mindless undead. Returning his gaze back to the female who identified herself as Carissa, he gave his idea on what should probably be done. "Best thing to do would probably be to find whoever is behind this and end it. Hopefully we don't have to kill them... It would be great if they can give me some useful information."
Post by Marcus Drago on Sept 17, 2015 22:50:56 GMT -5
“Unfortunately, my people have lost access to most magics in exchange for different power," the woman said. "A fancy show of how well you can use what any weakling may use as a weapon means nothing to us. We fight with our strength, so show me what you possess, young man.”
Marcus looked at her with a raised brow as she began to descend to an undead gathering. With impressive agility, she grabbed a hold of one of the undead's spine, then ripped its head from its body in an even more brutal attack than Marcus' last one, as if that was even possible. She then threw the head to another undead, taking out her Katana to slice one walking dead's arms and legs off before penetrating its skull with the blade's tip.
This woman was pretty hot to Marcus, she had an enthusiasm for brutal murder along with extreme skills to back them up. He was beginning to think that he would fall for her, if only there weren't several factors that would ruin their relationship.
He didn't mull over his thoughts of her now, seeing as there was a group of killers gathering around her. As one of those creatures was getting ready to take a bite out of her rear end, Marcus flew down in a swift motion and stomped the undead's head to the ground. It's skull mushed in with its brain, causing a sea of blood to pour from the beings body. Marcus then took the mouth of the closest undead creature next to him (sadly being a female nurse that was missing an arm) and used his incredible strength to carry that creature to an incredibly height. Then he threw her to another gathering herd. The undead creatures mixed together as the one that he threw bounced from one undead to the other. It was like bowling for Marcus, and he just got a strike.
The daemon flew down next to the woman, and non-chalantly ripped off the arm of a nearby undead old man. He then used that arm to beat the undead man until its body could no longer stand. While he dealt with some of the creatures, he turned to the woman to see what she was doing. Impressed at her work so far, Marcus would whistle at her performance and say, "How long do you think you'll be able to last? For me, I would say an eternity."
Post by Benjamin Locke on Sept 18, 2015 12:01:56 GMT -5
When the changed man mentioned the powers that be, the woman who'd identified herself as a nurse shot him a look that. Ben shrugged and expanded upon what he'd said. "The powers that be? Ya know, the people in charge? Gubment and stuff."
Carissa asked how to find whoever was raising the zombies, afterwards suggesting they exchange names and giving her own. She mentioned that she was new to this whole thing. Ben wasn't surprised. He really got around and this was the first serious zombie crisis he'd ever come across.
"My name is Ben," The young man smiled pleasantly at them. "Nice to meet you, Carissa and Julian. Someone with medical expertise should come in handy if someone is injured. Remember, so long as we survive the bite, we don't have to worry about becoming part of the horde ourselves."
Everyone had been talking about finding the necromancer but so far no one had really mentioned how they would managed to accomplish that feat. Whomever it was, they could be nearly anywhere within the city.
Ben tapped his chin as he thought for a moment while observing the city and it's surrounding chaos. The young man thought back to when things had first gone awry. He thought back to the diner.
"I think I might have some idea," Ben spoke. "I was in the diner when shit started hitting the fan. By the time the car had crashed through the building, the scene outside had already become pretty bad. I've been observing the zombies and their groups seem thickest towards the center of the city, almost as if they're spreading out from the heart itself."
As the young man spoke, he indicated the section of the city that seemed the most destroyed. "The fire, I believe, originated there. It might be wise to begin our investigation theresabouts." Ben relaxed against the edge of the building they were on, waiting to hear their thoughts.
Unnoticed by Ben, the two boys he'd rescued had disappeared. The hooker had been growing more and more distressed by the turn the conversation had taken and had retreated to the opposite side of the building. The young man didn't notice her again until she threw herself off of the building with a shriek.
Well, he supposed she'd jumped but it was possible that she'd been pulled, though Ben hadn't seen anyone. Needless to say, she would splat against the ground and was too far away for anyone to get to her in time.
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Post by Marisa Hazel on Sept 18, 2015 13:33:32 GMT -5
Now this was good fun, in Marisa’s opinion. Slicing and dicing creatures, helping people- both living and dead. She was getting to fulfill her role while practicing her fighting skills. She could never afford to become lax once again, if she wished to fight a God and win. Compared to her future challenge, this was simple and easy.
She was perfectly aware of her situation, of the zombie creeping up behind her. They weren’t exactly quiet, or trained at fighting. But before she could simply slice her weapon into the man shuffling behind her, the daemon man decided to jump in on the fray and crushed the zombie into the pavement. He had some good fun throwing the bodies around. He was obviously physically more powerful than Marisa, but his technique was a bit more of a smash and bash, while Marisa wielded her weapons with centuries of training.
“Another thousand centuries could go by and I would not tire of my mission.” She replied, stabbing yet another zombie. “But I must look for an end to this. The freshly dead should not be raising from this attack, unless the necromancer is keeping an eye on things. He cannot cast his magics far, so he must be nearby. We must find him- but do not kill him, I wish to speak to one of such power.”
Post by Carissa D. Lee on Sept 18, 2015 16:53:49 GMT -5
Carissa nodded towards the first flier, now identified as Julian, and then looked towards the second, Ben. Julian and Ben, she repeated in her head quickly before shifting her focus to what each was saying about the situation. ”…Remember, so long as we survive the bite, we don't have to worry about becoming part of the horde ourselves,” Ben was saying. She made a mental note of this too and did one more onceover of those around her, despite knowing none had been bitten. In the back of her mind, she wondered the likelihood of a first-aid kit being in the building, or nearby. She didn’t have much in way of tools in her purse to help with injuries- but she could make do with what came in a basic first-aid kit. She’d ask later.
Carissa listened carefully as Ben mulled over his experience. "I was in the diner when shit started hitting the fan. By the time the car had crashed through the building, the scene outside had already become pretty bad. I've been observing the zombies and their groups seem thickest towards the center of the city, almost as if they're spreading out from the heart itself.” Carissa’s eyes widened a bit. He’d been at the center? How had he survived? He seemed not that strong but who knows. She looked back towards the street as he continued to talk, observing. ”The fire, I believe, originated there. It might be wise to begin our investigation theresabouts.” She looked back at Ben and followed his direction.
”Okay, so we head towards…the fire? That winged-guy left a gun somewhere around here, I think, but won’t we need more for…I don’t know, defense to get over there?” Carissa asked, looking at the two men before a shriek got her attention. She jumped slightly and turned towards the source, gasping and covering her mouth as the leopard-print woman vanished from the roof. She kept her hands clasped tight over her mouth, beyond alarmed at what had just happened. Her mind seemed to have shut down momentarily. Why would she jump? She was safe up here, what would she do that for?
Carissa didn’t realize she was shaking until she forced her hands down to grip something else- her purse. She looked around for the children, quickly, to see that they were alright. But they were gone. The door she’d come in was opened. Cautiously, she approached the door to look inside, but they appeared to have gone away. She hoped they were hiding and would remain hiding until it was safe to come out…whenever that would be. She looked back towards the fliers and spoke again, ”I’ll be right back- I think there’s a first aid kit at the bottom of the stairs with the extinguisher.” She was quick with her descent, listening for any footsteps as she went. She fumbled at the last step and nearly ran into the wall across from her, but she caught herself. She hustled to get the first aid kit off the wall and was grateful that the building owners had thought to put one in an accessible corner. After consideration, she grabbed the extinguisher too and ran back to the roof, shutting the door behind her. She held up the two items and waited to find out what was next
Post by Julian Clark on Sept 21, 2015 20:52:49 GMT -5
Julian looked towards the other man, who identified himself as Ben, as he began speaking. He commented on how Carissa's medical expertise may come in handy, and how they had no fear of become a part of the horde without dying first. After speaking, Ben seemed to grow thoughtful as he tapped at his chin. Waiting to hear what the male might bring up next, and hoping it would be something helpful in finding the culprit, Julian kept his attention on Ben.
Finally, the other male spoke up once more. "I think I might have some idea," he said. "I was in the diner when shit started hitting the fan. By the time the car had crashed through the building, the scene outside had already become pretty bad. I've been observing the zombies and their groups seem thickest towards the center of the city, almost as if they're spreading out from the heart itself." The diner? The car had crashed thought the building? Julian began to wonder what exactly had happened here. If the zombie was in the car, and it crashed through the building, that meant that either the zombie was controlled to crash into that building, or the person behind the wheel was killed within the car. If he were killed in the car, how did that come to happen? And if it was a zombie that was controlled to crash into the diner, why?
However, before Julian could give voice to these questions, Ben pointed in a direction that seemed to be the worst off part of the small city right now. "The fire, I believe, originated there. It might be wise to begin our investigation theresabouts." Practically immediately after Ben got done talking, Carissa replied to him, saying ”Okay, so we head towards…the fire? That winged-guy left a gun somewhere around here, I think, but won’t we need more for…I don’t know, defense to get over there?”
Shortly after she asked this question, a loud shriek sounded out from the other side of the roof and Julian looked towards its source, only to see that, on the roof, there were no other people besides the three. Both the children and the other woman were nowhere to be seen. Guessing that the shriek had been the woman falling to her death, and the loud, yet muffled, sound of collision that came after was her body hitting the ground, Julian commented softly beneath his breath, "Dumbass."
Looking away from the other edge, curious as to where the children were, Julian noticed that the door to the roof was ajar at roughly the same time that Carissa began moving towards it. After looking in the open doorway, she spoke out to Julian and Ben. ”I’ll be right back- I think there’s a first aid kit at the bottom of the stairs with the extinguisher.”
Julian nodded his head slightly in response to her words, agreeing that she should bring the first aid kit. Even though he was able to heal minor injuries, it would be very helpful to have someone with some medical knowledge to be able to help take care of their injuries, although it would be slower and slightly less efficient; it would help to cut back on him wasting his energy.
Moving to look for the mentioned gun, Julian spoke towards Ben, announcing the question he had earlier. "So you said that someone crashed a car through the diner you were in? Do you think that was an accident or...?"
Post by Marcus Drago on Sept 23, 2015 16:26:39 GMT -5
“Another thousand centuries could go by and I would not tire of my mission," the woman said. "But I must look for an end to this. The freshly dead should not be raising from this attack, unless the necromancer is keeping an eye on things. He cannot cast his magics far, so he must be nearby. We must find him- but do not kill him, I wish to speak to one of such power.”
Marcus nodded towards the woman, then soared to the sky once again, leaving her with the rest of the undead to kill. She made her own choices. She could follow him up, or continue facing those creatures until there was none left. If she followed him, though, Marcus would point towards a very large church that stood extremely tall. It almost looked like a tower, and had bells at the very top.
"There," Marcus would say. "Large enough to overlook the city, and at the center so that we could see everything, even who dies." Marcus would then balance himself back on his lamppost, and wait for the woman to make the decision. The daemon didn't care if the necromancer lived or died, but this woman seemed to know how to have fun, and that was what he really wanted.
Post by Benjamin Locke on Sept 23, 2015 18:12:40 GMT -5
Ben shrugged. "They're just zombies, for the most part. So long as we stay above them and or out of sight, there's not much they can do. They're pretty dumb." The young man said in answer to Carissa's question.
The woman informed them that she would be grabbing a first aid kit or something from downstairs before they left. That seemed like a wise decision. Once she was gone, Locke would turn to Julian. "Do you want to fly her or should I? It would keep us out of the reach of any zombies walking about."
Once Carissa had returned, Julian had started looking for the gun. He would find it near the edge of the building, near where the hooker had first been dropped off.
Julian suggested the car crash hadn't been an accident. "I s'pose it's possible that it wasn't an accident. The woman was so badly mutilated that I can't imagine her getting behind the wheel on her own, now that I think about it. But why attack the diner? It wasn't even swarmed afterwards. I think it's likely she was attacked, tried to escape in her car, and bled out. The crash likely aggravated the appearance of her injuries."
Turning to Carissa. "It would be safest if we were to fly to investigate the hospital. We'd be quick and out of the reach of any zombies. Would you mind being carried?"
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Post by Marisa Hazel on Sept 27, 2015 19:29:09 GMT -5
Seems the daemon had tired of killing. Marisa had not- it was not bloodlust that drove her, but rather duty. The fact the Gods were not here to clean up this mess only strengthened her resolve. She had to free these people from the clutches of undeath. However, the daemon decided to start speaking to her from his lamppost. Wings once again grew from her back, so that she could better hear the man.
“-…to overlook the city, and at the center so that we could see everything, even who dies.” Was all Marisa heard. But she followed with her gaze to where he was pointing. Dropping down to the ground once more, she began to make her way there.
It took about ten minutes, with Marisa killing everything on the way, for the Forsaken to reach the Church. She stood at the entrance, large wooden doors, but ignored them. Churches with fancy doors always had much smaller entrances for people who couldn’t open the monstrous wooden entrance. Marisa proceeded to open the much smaller door, which was surprisingly unlocked. She waited a moment to see if the daemon was still part of this, before walking inside.
Post by Carissa D. Lee on Sept 29, 2015 13:10:55 GMT -5
Carissa stood with the two items in hand. She felt out of place compared to the other two. She couldn't fly or anything like that, but, at the very least, her skills would prove useful to anyone that could be saved. She only hoped the first aid kit could cover what they would need- it didn't exactly have a lot in it, despite being a larger sized one.
Carissa looked at Ben when he spoke to her. Flying was the fastest way to go, he was saying, and asked if she could be carried. "That's fine- I'll go however works best," she agreed. She adjusted the items she had quickly so they were easier to carry and waited to see who would be taking her.
In the sky overhead, she thought she glimpsed some more people flying through the air. She wondered how the fight was going, if they had been fighting, and how many souls had been lost tonight. If this was a voodoo doers fault, what would become of the criminal?
Post by Julian Clark on Oct 6, 2015 12:28:47 GMT -5
Julian finally found the gun that had been left by the winged man while the other man, Ben, his name was, was talking. Picking up handgun that had been discarded he took a look at it and noticed the words on the chamber confirming his assumption that the firearm was, indeed, a Glock 42. Shrugging as he thought over how the gun might come in handy, along with ideas on how to potentially amplify its firepower, he made sure the safety was on before placing the gun into the waistband of his jeans.
Giving a simple blink and contemplative expression in response to Ben's explanation, Julian then turned to the other man and spoke. "Well... I don't know what you can do, or what you may have on you... But, I would suggest you carry her, and maybe I can use this thing to help if we get in a bad situation midair, or something." While giving his response, Julian patted the area next to where he had placed the handgun.
Carissa soon returned to the roof with a well-sized first aid kit, which seemed like it could potentially be very useful, and a fire extinguisher, for some reason. Ben spoke up upon her return, saying that it would probably be safest if they flew to investigate the hospital.
As Carissa replied that she would go in whatever way worked best, Julian broke away from the ground, rising about two feet off of the roof's surface and hovering there. "Well, we should probably-" At this point, Julian saw the winged male once again, moving in what seemed to be a determined path. "Hmmm... Looks like he's going somewhere."
Post by Marcus Drago on Oct 10, 2015 0:30:38 GMT -5
The magical woman looked to where Marcus pointed, then dropped to the ground. For a minute, Marcus thought that she was going to continue fighting, and not do anything about what Marcus pointed out. However, it appeared that Marcus thought wrong, as she began heading over to the church. While she moved, she made sure that the dead were killed, restoring the equilibrium to its rightful place. The dead were not meant to rise this way, and the woman was surely set on making things right.
"Can't fault her for that..." Marcus told himself. The daemon spread his wings wide, letting it catch a nice breeze, then flapped it in a wild, yet precise, motion. Wind whirled around him as he took flight, soaring just above the head of the new female aquantace. As she re-damned the dead, Marcus helped her by using what little power he had. The walking dead became dust among Marcus and the woman's feet; and slowly, all things were beginning to set into its rightful places.
Soon, though, they neared the church. It was as giant and as tall as Marcus dreamed it to be. If he could see the top of its tower from so far away, then he would barely be able to see the tower's top from very close up. It was a great advantage point, and any supernatural would be foolish not to use it.
"Yep," Marcus told the woman as she opened the door to the very tall church. "He's most definitely here."
The woman saw that Marcus was near him and walked inside. Marcus followed, and found that the building was just what he would expect from a church. Statues and paintings of gods all around; prayers and even different biblical texts stood high on every wall. There was blood, however, to match the beautiful god decor. Some bodies laid here and there among the benches, stinking up the area with nothing but death.
Marcus heard someone say something far off near the stage area. The dead and reeking bodies made a path there, so Marcus was given a hunch that his target was about to show himself. The daemon sat down in one of the benches and waited. Slowly, a voice could be heard, getting louder and louder. It was male indeed, but had a slight feminine quality about it. Marcus waited, and soon had the displeasure of seeing the troublemaker of today, strutting out from the back of the stage like it was his to own. It was a man, for sure, dressed in lingerie only made for women, and carrying a pink wig on his head as though he was the queen of crazy.
"I'm just a sweet transvestite, from transexual, TRANSYLVANIA!" The man sung, gliding around and kicking his heels like a broadway actor. Despite the horrible sight Marcus was given, the man's dances and bodily figure made it a little okay to watch, as it was very entertaining. When the man finished, he finally seemed to notice Marcus and his new killing buddy, and turned to them, a little startled. "I'm sorry if my singing bothered you, darlings. I always wanted to do that in-front of an audience."
You should never do that again... Marcus said to himself. Although the male's singing was oddly fantastic, as well as his dancing, there was a sense of wrongness inside of Marcus that was telling him that this shouldn't be happening. Call him old fashion, but a man was meant to dress as a man, and a woman was meant to dress as a woman, never should the between ever meet.
"My name is Beatrix, and who might you lovely people be?" The man/woman continued. "Ooh, let's start with the cute female in the back. I just love your blood stained clothing, darling. It matches my tastes very well."
Post by Benjamin Locke on Oct 11, 2015 2:18:46 GMT -5
The young man clapped his hands together and smiled. They were heading toward the hospital and everything seemed like it was going to be going rather smoothly. Ben briefly wondered what had happened to the winged loser from earlier but he quickly dismissed the thought. He didn't particularly care. As far as he was concerned, most people ceased to exist once they were no longer within his field of vision. Out of sight out of mind and all that.
"Well, if it's decided, then let's get--" Just then, Ben's phone rang. "Sorry, all, just hold on a sec." He answered. Not much could be heard by the others around him, but it was clear that whoever was talking on the other end was pretty excited.
"Seriously? You're not screwing with me, right?" The young man asked, beginning to look rather excited himself. "Alright, alright! I'll be there in a second."
After ending the phone call, Lock sighed and ran one hand through his hair while he looked at the ground. The young man looked all over the place before allowing his sight to settle back on the people he'd been about to trek over to the hospital with.
"Soo... This is embarrassing. Apparently the local 7-11 in this little town over in Nebraska is having a deal or something on gummy bears and slurpees. They're practically giving the darn things away!" Now came the awkward part. "Soo... Uh, this is goodbye, I guess. Good luck with the whole zombie thing!"
With that, Ben was gone. Not poof, no smoke. No flash of lightning or anything like that. Just teleported away. He was there, and then he wasn't.
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Post by Marisa Hazel on Oct 14, 2015 19:14:07 GMT -5
The daemon man followed her to the church, flying as if it were a beautiful summer day. He used his magics, despite what Marisa having said about showing what his true strength was.
"Yep, he's most definitely here."
“Who says it’s a he?” She asked with a smirk. People always seemed to assume that an unknown great power was male. However, in a very strange way, Marisa was somewhat, regrettably, proven to be correct. She wasn’t all too sure, really.
It had begun with song, echoing off the large walls of the church. It was a song that Marisa was unaware of, having never been one to watch the Rocky Horror Picture Show every Halloween. She wasn’t some Canadian loser who loved the movie and knew all the songs by heart. No, not Marisa.
A woman, or was it a man? Anyhow, the unknown gender person waltzed out on stage. Marisa preferred red over pink, but the person had a good taste for lingerie. And his/her heels certainly required skill to walk in, let alone dance in. Marisa even clapped politely when the person finished, although the daemon looked as if he had swallowed his own bile.
“Do you like it? It’s nice, isn’t it?” Marisa began, doing a small twirl to show off her diamond gown. “I am known to my peers as the Forsaken, but feel free to call me Marisa.”