[center][h1][color=686F91]Liam Matthews[/color][/h1]
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[hr][center][color=686F91][b]Location:[/b][/color] Aunt Sue's Inn #10
[color=686F91][b]Interacting With:[/b][/color] Aloise Zamora, Sariel [@Morose][/center][hr]

Laying in somewhat of a daze below Sariel, Liam watched as the attackers piled into the war and came after Aloise. He lay there, stunned with wear as he slowly raised the gun in his shakey hand, aiming toward the two attacking Aloise, but not pulling the trigger as his hand simply shook. He almost felt relieved when the weapon was taken from him, Liam had never really fired it before, just kept it on him for safety, he'd never actually expected to reach a point in his life where he would have to use it, and even then he was helpless. 

As Sariel moved him into the corner, Liam felt completely helpless. Or rather, he realized that was the case, he was in way over his head, he was a reporter, for gods sake, and now all of a sudden he was some Prophet of god? As Sariel spoke, asking him to make the attackers 'unclean' - it only further reinforced in his mind just how useless he was right then, he had no idea how to do anything to help, or if he could do anything, Sariel seemed content on keeping him out of harms way as much as possible as he looked past her toward Aloise, watching as she rolled into the wall along with Mason.

He glanced back and forth between Aloise and Mason, sitting up in the corner as he watched it all unfold. [color=686F91][b]"Help her!" He urged Sariel, turning back to Aloise, trying to think of how best he could help the woman which wouldn't just get him killed.[/b][/color]

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[center][h1][color=5F7171]Darren Andrews[/color][/h1]
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[hr][center][color=5F7171][b]Location:[/b][/color] 1 Grant Road
[color=5F7171][b]Interacting With:[/b][/color] Jade Cornish, Reverend Adder [@Morose][/center][hr]

Lowering his gun for a second, Darren glanced between it and Jade as he saw that the shot had struck her leg, he had bad luck from time to time, rotten luck, really, but this was just ridiculous. He chalked it up to a side-effect of selling your soul, though as he heard her once she'd finished her swearing, he looked back up toward her, and found it impossible to actually suppress something of a smile as he watched the woman. She hadn't said much at all on the way there, but the adrenalin rush of a bullet had managed to wake her up, maybe he'd done her a favour.

[color=5F7171][b]"That was just for makin' me bring you back!"[/b][/color] He joked, not bothering now with the bullets, half-expecting a shot to ricochet and hit him if he fired again as he charged toward the Reverand, grabbing whatever was handy and heavy-looking on the way as he brought it high into the air, swinging it down toward the Reverand's head. He didn't even know if he'd be able to kill the man, he just wanted to get him out of the way so he and Jade could get moving, after all, they had pressing matters to attend to, end of the world or otherwise.

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[center][h1][color=CBAA3D]Javier Crypt[/color][/h1]
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[hr][center][color=CBAA3D][b]Location:[/b][/color] Crypt Manor
[color=CBAA3D][b]Interacting With:[/b][/color] Belladonna Crypt, [@Lady Amalthea] Zombies[/center][hr]

Letting his dearest Belladonna go off to find her weapon, Javier let himself slide into the routine of battle. He stepped out of the way incoming hands clawing and grabbing at him, twirling about the polearm he held as he did so, severing a few limbs from time to time as he seemed quite content to be toying with the horde. Even as some of them picked up weapons, he blocked, parried and disarmed as he made his way through the horde contentedly. One of the good things about immortality was the fact he felt no fear in situations such as this, sure he could've lost a limb or two, but they were always able to be re-attached. 

It wasn't long before his bare chest was painted a slight red hue from the blood he was shedding as he heard Mercurial in trouble. Turning his gaze, he saw that his darling was already dealing with it. As she moved to their daughter's side, he began to carve his way toward them, spinning and twirling his glaive as he moved, continuing to slice off limbs as he went, along with the occasional head, flicking blood all over the room, oh well, the cleaners were used to blood at this point. 

Reaching the two of them, he pushed just past them, stabbing forward as his blade split a zombie's head completely in half, gaze shifting back over to them as he leaned down, planting a kiss to the top of Mercurial's head. [color=CBAA3D][b]"All good, mi amor?"[/b][/color] He asked, toward them both.