Simplish
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Zombies ate my neighbors!
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Post by Simplish on May 17, 2008 16:31:59 GMT -5
((Trust me, it ain't Wilhelm that's got the missing stuff. Fact is, Wilhelm's looking for the dude who did steal the stuff. Oh how I love weaving convoluted plots!))
"I just haven't seen her in a while."Was the explanation Hypno offered. "Very well young Marquez. I shall follow in due course and let the people of this establishment decide for themselves whether or not they should leave or stay."Wilhelm, again, disarmingly smiled. Simplish had caught Mock's gesture. He breathed a sigh of relief. "Well, count me in on your little cure-all team Mock. If there's one thing I want done, it's the destruction of the virus."Simplish calmly said. Getting up, Simplish grabbed his backpack and put it on. "So, when do we get ta curing?"
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Something was odd. Something was very, very odd. His head hurt. Very badly. Like someone had shot it with something or other. Curious. Very curious.
Rising stiffly, Benjamin Norm found himself in a strange place. 'I'm on a table.'He briefly realized. Looking to his left, Benjamin froze. There, in a mirror, was his head. Reassembled from some 76-odd pieces, it was not a pretty site.
"I should be dead."Benjamin realized. He'd gotten cured by that delicious skinned brat, Hypno, and then had his head exploded by some maniac with a top hat.
"You should, indeed be dead."A voice, very echoey, sneeringly remarked. Benjamin was shocked. "Who are you? What is this place? And why am I somehow alive?"Were all the chief questions asked by the serial killer known once as Beyond Death.
"Who I am is unimportant. Merely know that I am one who seeks to make humanity open it's eyes to the glorious benefits of eternal life. As for your second question, this is an old abandoned Necrotech building, once used for research into mutants. And be thankful you still have a head. It was very tasking putting all those pieces back together and injecting you with a concentrated dose of virus."The voice mockingly told him. "Now, I believe you owe me."
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"Pleansley, what is this?"The general asked as the besieged scientist walked in. "That, sir, is a missing storage file."Pleansley said meekly. Things were about to become very bad for him. He was, after all, still drunk.
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Post by mock on May 18, 2008 0:34:09 GMT -5
"Great!" Mock dusted his hands off, "That's all I want. Alright then, we'll run down to the station with you and try and get you a warm welcome, and then we'll be back on our way, I guess."
He held up the bag full of cure syringes to Simplish, the only person who'd been in the room when he had explained it's contents. "A'ight Simp, I'm just gonna ditch all this spraypaint I was using to mark off the stations, then I'll grab the needles from where I stashed 'em and we can get goin'. C'mon up with me and we'll see who else we can shake outta bed. Hypno, you cool down here with Mr Wilhelm for a sec?"
He was already walking backwards to the stairs with his needles in tow. It seemed like a good idea to get some of their eggs out of this one basket.
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Post by Sarah the Bullet on May 18, 2008 4:06:53 GMT -5
After proping a chair against the door, Sarah dug through the drawers until she found what she was looking for- a small roll of medical gause that she had used to cover her injuries once before. She quickly began wrapping the odvious 'injuries'- the missing eye, the bulletholes, knife slits, bite marks- with the guase, trying to mask what had happened.
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Simplish
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Post by Simplish on May 18, 2008 6:49:45 GMT -5
"Sure thing, Mock. May as well get rid of the spraypaint. It'll just take important cure needle room. Alright, let's go see who's here and who's out trying their damndest to stay alive."Simplish convincingly half-murmured.
"Alrighty then. I'll stay here and keep Mr.Wilhelm company and explain the wonders of your basic zombie's anatomy. Lucky you! I get to bore you to death."Hypno cheerfully said, eyes lighting up with joy. Explaining zombies was one thing Hypno loved to do. The hand gestures and posters he'd made showed it.
"Well then. I suppose I can wait here while Hypno here explains exactly why it's a jolly good thing to hit the head first on zombies. But please, I urge you to be quick. I have strict orders to attempt to save as many civillians as humanly possible."Wilhelm said. It was quite obvious he was starting to get a tad bit annoyed.
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"My people."Benjamin Norm began. He was giving a very long, boring speech to a bunch of zed cultists. "I, as you can see, have been given the ultimate gift. The gift of immortality. Some of you have been cured by the traitors to the Gift. I was."
At this, the crowd exploded into shouts and yells, presumably because Norm quite obviously should be dead. "I know! I should, indeed, be dead. However, my quite gracious benefactor sowed my head back together and injected me with the Gift. I am once more among the fortunate and can continue to spread the word of the Gift to the masses!"Benjamin shouted triumphantly. The cultists burst into applause.
"However, there is a new goal that is, albeit less so, important to us now!"Benjamin yelled, to the shock and awe of the gathered cultists. "Another goal?" "Madness!" "Madness? THIS IS A CULT MEETING!" "How can any goal be important when the Word Of The Gift is all that matters?"
Benjamin waited for the shouts to die down. "I shall tell you how. Children Of Eternity, I give you our newest benefactor."Benjamin Norm finished, with a bow and a fluid movement backwards. The figure that stepped into the spotlight amazed the cultists. They were entranced.
"Thank you, Beyond Death. I shall try to make this quick so we can all get back to our duties."The figure said. 'Now this, shall be easy.'was the only thought in it's head.
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Pleansley knew this would happen sooner or later. "Ah get over yerself scientist. Mah boys ell take care erf yer."The strange captain said. The scientist in question was being shipped to Malton, to help with the curing process.
Reaching for the nearest bottle of beer he could grab, Pleansley began the cycle he'd been repeating for the last four hours. Getting blind, stinkin' drunk.
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Post by mock on May 19, 2008 1:20:15 GMT -5
"You and me both, sir, " Mock tilted his head up in a half-nod, acknowledging Wilhelm's frustration, still moving backwards to the stairwell.
"Alright," he opened the bag of needles to Simplish once they were a floor up. "Here, take as many of these as you can and keep 'em on you. Stuff 'em in your clothes, tape 'em down, whatever keeps them on you and outta sight. I'm gonna fill this up with old spraycans and empty hypos, and it's gonna be our dummy bag. There's probably no reason at all to do this, but if there is, I mean, we'll be glad we did."
"Ok, so if anything happens to me," he added once he'd handed a man's worth of needles off, "any cure left that we don't take with us, I'm gonna sneak it in the floorboards under my bed." He was being paranoid, but why shouldn't he be? Life and death meaning something again could bring out who-knows-what in people. Even he had lied about taking the cure, and it's a liar who won't believe anyone else.
From here it was just a matter of the two of them working their way up the building to gather who they could, and he'd stop into his room on the way to do his sneaky-work. Mock hoped to keep the main family-unit off the mission and out of harm's way, but doubted that if they were given the option he would be able to keep them away. He secretly hoped he would find someone to lead the group for him, if only to draw focus, but certainly didn't expect it.
((Simp, if you wanna bring the guys up to Sarah's room, since I think thats the only way we're gonna bring her in, it's your call. oh, by the way, this is an "at some point in the future" kinda thread, right? Cause if it takes place a while from now, I'm gonna operate on the assumption that Eddie perma-died a while ago))
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Post by Kat on May 19, 2008 13:27:27 GMT -5
((I'm just gonna assume timelines here. If it fucks anyone's plans, let me know and I'll modify.)) The cult hubbub could be seen clear from the Cosway's roof, and Kay was observing just that. Her head and arms rested on the roof's edge-guard and she was staring down the sights of her shotty -- too far a shot to hit anyone, really, but in the sun and the breeze it was just nice to be outside. "Casey, honey." "Mom!" The redheaded hellion perked up from her game of... whatever it was that six-year-olds played with bullet casings on rooftops. "We got any spare shotty shells?" Casey rummaged, exclaimed, "Nup!" "Mm." Kay peered thoughtfully at the riot some blocks away. Better safe than sorry. "Honey, go ask Sarah if she's got some spares." Somehow, the unusual young woman always had more ammo kicking around than the rest of them combined. "M'kay!" The kid stood, kicked over her gravel pile and bolted for the stairwell door. Kay looked over her shoulder to watch her daughter disappear fearlessly down the stairwell, and grinned. The Cosway had pretty much been Casey's world, with a few exceptions for the bolt-holes they fled to when bigger hordes showed up to crash the party. Casey had survived more than one zombie attack simply by being small and canny and knowing the terrain. She swooped down the stairs and into the hallway on Sarah's floor, showing up at Sarah's door in no time flat and banging demandingly with one little fist. "Sarah! D'you got any shotties?" she shouted through the wood.
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Simplish
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Zombies ate my neighbors!
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Post by Simplish on May 19, 2008 16:31:32 GMT -5
((Let's drag Sarah kicking and screaming if we have to! And that's fine Kat. It gives Hypno and Simplish a reason to stop by a grave anyway since Mock's got Eddie perma-dead.))
Taking about four cure needles, Simplish nodded at Mock and went upstairs to check on Sarah.
"Hey Casey. Can't talk now, gotta wake Sarah to see if she wants to join me and Mock in a curing frenzy. Most likely we'll get in trouble, kill a few cultists and learn a few life lessons along the way. It's how it always happens in zombie movies anyway."Simplish said nonchalantly, knocking three times on Sarah's door. "Hey Sarah? You in there? Mock's putting together a revive team and he wants to know if you want to be drafted into the crazy hell pit of maybe twelve zombie cults trying to kill us or not."
((Edit: Me am no able read good now me apparently lost brain. WHOOPS!))
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Post by mock on May 19, 2008 16:48:15 GMT -5
((not sure, but I think it was Casey who came down to knock at the door, not K. Also, in terms of grave-visiting, assume that Eddie A) left no discernible remains and B) is not remembered fondly by most people at this point))
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Post by dray on May 19, 2008 16:51:04 GMT -5
((Yup and yup. XD))
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Simplish
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Post by Simplish on May 19, 2008 19:28:24 GMT -5
((You really have to try to remember that the only thing Eddie could have done to really piss Hypno or Simplish off would be to threaten the little one. So I think I'll go with option A.))
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Post by werdnari on May 19, 2008 21:48:05 GMT -5
The burn wasn't as bad this time around. With an unsteady hand, Werdnari returned the shot glass to his companion. "Yew, you know? I'rm pertty shore... that ashhrole shot me befrore." He chuckled as the pain again dulled in his left side. His companion sighed, cautiously poking his head around the corner to spy upon the gathered death cultists. Speaker's voice sounded different, but Sula was more concerned about not being spotted. It would be a damned shame to cross the quarantine zone only to die right outside the Cosway. He and Werd hadn't been cured yet, but he wasn't looking forward to luring a brain rotten friend into another Necro Tech building after losing Karen the last time. Werd still didn't know of or remember the incident. "We've got to cross the street here and then we should be able to jump to the Cosway from there." Sula spoke quietly and pointed out the path to his drunken companion, hoping that he'd retain at least some of it in his state. Hefting Werdnari to his feet and holding him steady, Sula glanced at the Cosway, noting someone watching the nearby cultist gathering from the roof. "And try not to make too much noise, you drunken bastard." Werdnari was practically dragged across the street by the aged priest. "I'm noot that drunk!" he slurred. (( I've always wanted to poorly RP a drunken character! ))
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Post by theokor on May 20, 2008 6:08:08 GMT -5
Whistling quietly to himself Theo crossed onto the roof of the Cosway. The six years had done little to change the man, still clothed in his leather gear with only a bit more facial hair, shorter hair after finally having the majority cut off and in the place of his trademark large, heavy axe which had finally broke a year back there was a pair of smaller fire axes tucked into the back of his pants.
Looking around the roof he let out a long content sigh, the kind of sigh that says "its good to be home" although with the new cure going around, which he had neglected to take yet, the Cosway may not be his home to much longer but for now it was and he would do what he can while he could. So with that in mind the man slowly strolled across the roof, still whistling softly as he stood next to the familiar red head and leant against the edge-guard, peering out at the riot he had just come from, sporting a few new tears on his jacket, a shallow cut on his cheek and some suspicious red flecks one his axe blades. "Hey Kay, how are you?" he started, still staring out at the riot "I guess you have heard about the cure huh? Have you taken it yet?"
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Post by Kat on May 20, 2008 12:18:26 GMT -5
"Hey Theo." Kay shrugged, leaned back from the edge of the roof and laid her shotgun across her lap. "I've heard rumors, yeah. And seen the riots." She nodded back in the direction of the goings-ons below.
Frankly it seemed too good to be true and Kay was taking it with a whole bag of salt. After fighting for so long to preserve a safe place to call her own, change in that arrangement did not come easy to her. She looked over her shoulder at the raised bed gardens that took up most of the roof-space now, and sighed, looked back out over the dilapidated city. "I'm holdin' out for proof, Theo. Word-of-mouth's ninety percent bullshit."
Back in the Cosway, Casey was undaunted by the sudden big person getting in her way. "I gotta talk to Sarah too!" she demanded, and then another thought occurred to her. "Simp! D'you got shotties? Mama's all out! Simp, hey!" She grabbed his sleeve and pulled, demanding a response now!
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Post by mock on May 20, 2008 13:20:34 GMT -5
He had lagged behind Simplish a little, slowing his pace to examine the remaining contents of the bag and do a little math in his head.
When he caught up with Simplish and Casey at Sarah's door, Mock made a loud dive-bomber noise and swept his hands under Casey's arms, lifting her up. "I don't think they can hear us down hear jaina, we're too little!" Mock smooched the kid on the top of the head and swung her around into a fireman's carry over his shoulder. Even though eh wasn't particularly shorter than average aroudn here anymore, it had been a little joke he had had with Casey, us little people, since before he had finished growing. And really, he probably still thought he was smaller than he really was, too.
"Here, I'll lift you up and you knock, okay? I think this'll work." He swooped Casey towards the door with the same divebomb sound. It would be hard for him, or anyone, to explain how things had changed in six years, how things had gotten worse and how others had almost stabilized. While he had graduated to the frontlines of the Cosway's defence, and become a more pivotal decision maker than he had ever really been, Mock couldn't say with certainty that he'd have stayed this long if Casey hadn't given him something positive to hold on to, sometimes literally.
After he swooped her in for the knock, Mock reached over with his other arm and added his own. "Sarah, you in there?" After waiting the polite amount of time, he tried the doorknob.
"That's weird. It's not locked, it just feels, like, jammed shut." he mused, setting Casey back down for a moment.
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Simplish
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Post by Simplish on May 20, 2008 14:58:05 GMT -5
Reaching into his pockets absent mindedly, Sam grabbed a few spare shotgun shells and handed them to the little girl. "Hey, uh, Sarah? Everything all right in there?"Simplish asked worriedly.
((Taking a break from Wilhelm, Mr.Mysterious Man, and Psycho Ben for a few posts. Brain needs rest. Two weeks till Summer Vacation. Two weeks of brain frying madness.))
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