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@BlueSky44: Cool beans. Number 4 Maple Road.
@Nallore: I realized I never officially said that Sera doesn't have a place in Altsoba. XD I was updating the housing info, and it doesn't make much sense for her to check in at Aunt Sue's, with Mrs Hudson dead. We'll just say it's complicated for now. ;)
@Nallore: I realized I never officially said that Sera doesn't have a place in Altsoba. XD I was updating the housing info, and it doesn't make much sense for her to check in at Aunt Sue's, with Mrs Hudson dead. We'll just say it's complicated for now. ;)
@BlueSky44: On day 7!
@BlueSky44 Looking forward to your post then :)
Jack Hudson
Location: Building 7 (Rec Center)
"You're just sayin' that," Jack chuckled, kissing the top of Tatiana's head, as she rested it on his shoulder. He couldn't help but hope that his shoulder wasn't too bony. One of his old girlfriends had complained about that, but it was before he had put on some muscle due to his police work. He toyed with the idea of carrying around a pillow in case his shoulder was incredibly uncomfortable, that way Tatiana wouldn't have to deal with an uncomfortable resting spot.
He spotted the ring on her finger as she curled her hand, and his grin widened once a more, remembering that yeah, that happened. It was a goofish pride to him, knowing that he wouldn't die alone, that he would be able to enjoy some fashion of married bliss, even with the world gone to shit with walkers and people destroying everything he held dear. Tatiana seemed untouchable to him, invincible even, protected from the horrors of reality. And she was a damn good Monopoly player. What more could he want?
Jack was, of course, slightly curious as Tatiana and Meg stepped off to the side, having what appeared to be a private conversation. It reminded him of an old high school debate he and a friend had--it was over what exactly girls talked about when no guys were around. He couldn't imagine Tatiana discussing the dirty topics they had suggested back in high school, but as he glanced at Bazhooli, he realized there was a conversation of his own he could ask.
He was getting married. And from all of the chick flicks Jack had seen, he knew that he'd have to have a best man. He wanted to make the wedding as close to perfection as he could get it, even if the guests had to be armed, just in case walkers came in. There was a mental image he had of an entirely fortified church, with the priest dressed from head to toe in camouflage print. Glancing at Bazhooli, he wondered partially how to ask a stranger to be his best man, with the only reason in Jack's mind for it being that Tatiana seemed comfortable with the man.
"Wanna be my best man?" Jack asked, his voice low enough so Tatiana and Meg couldn't hear, but that Bazhooli could. There was no foreplay to the question, he just sort of blurted it and hoped for the best. Jack didn't even consider the fact that the question likely made no sense. Not too many weddings happened during the end of the world.
Édouard Riviere
Location: the Field
"Penser à quoi?" Édouard asked, playing dumb. It wasn't exactly hard for him to pretend to be stupid, as that was, broadly speaking, his talent. As Lyon hinted that he was talking about Sana, Édouard forced a laugh. Anything he could do to create the impression that he thought of Sana as being lower than a dog in social standing, he would have done. "Moi? Tu penses que j'ai le béguin pour elle? C'est fou. Mon cœur est à la mer." Pausing in his digging, he pulled down his left shirt sleeve, revealing a ship tattoo. Although it wasn't his first tattoo, it was by far his favorite one. If he had bothered with a will, he would have asked to be put to rest at sea.
Shrugging a bit, Édouard pulled his shirt sleeve back up, and grabbed the shovel once more. He continued on with his work, whistling to himself a sailing tune he had learned in Cyprus. The tropical island had been a welcome change from his dreary home in Grenoble, with the exquisite halls void of any life or feeling. His family might have been distant and cold, but Édouard had always had his head in the clouds, searching for some grand quest or adventure.
"Peter Pan?" Édouard mused for a moment, a smile playing on his lips. "Je préférais le Capitaine Crochet." Though, he paused in his work as he considered Lyon's question. Félix came to mind first. He could hardly remember the expression of his bodyguard/boyfriend's face, as he abandoned him to the living dead. There had been others, he was sure, that had died because of him. He never paid much attention to it, but sometimes, people near him would vanish. Félix or Angelo, one of them, would tell him not to worry about it. They had taken care of something.
But Édouard mused that those deaths would have happened no matter where he went. Félix was the only one that had been a direct result of his actions, but it hardly moved him. He shrugged at Lyon's question, figuring that if he lied, he'd be beaten, and if he told the truth, he'd be beaten. And besides, he had hardly been playing. He was finding himself. There had been more meaning on board a ship than he had ever found in his home, in his studies, or in his family.
"Félix est mort," Édouard answered. "J'adore faire de la voile," he mused.
@Nallore @Witch Cat: The man seems almost confused at first, before raising the weapon at Sylvia. Her lack of attack doesn't stop him from being provoked, and almost uncertainly, he pulls the trigger. The bullet hits Sylvia, imbedding itself in her gut. The blood and pain will both be tremendous. Seraphina, meanwhile, will manage to get cover during the distraction. The bullet is still inside of her, doing the momentary favor of preventing major blood loss--but there is, of course, the metal poisoning that'll negate that benefit if the bullet is left inside of Sera too long.
@Lady Amalthea @Pundii: As Javier's blade plunges towards the undead, it goes through cleanly. That in itself is the problem. Rather than absolutely destroying any grey matter up there, Javier just gave a small puncture wound. Not quite as easy as killing zombies in comics, eh? Belladonna, however, has much better luck. Her undead ends up perfectly impaled, right through the brain. Bits of grey matter drip out of the head practically, with the body as limp as a rag doll.
Aloise Zamora
As much as Liam seemed to be mentally flailing, his awkward penguin routine was a bit endearing. Aloise smiled slightly at it, before Amy went off once more, collected but incredibly sassy. The more Aloise talked with the woman, the more she grew accustomed to it. She chuckled a bit as Amy commented on the appearance of a reanimated corpse. "Speaking from experience, you don't need any make-up. I've kept my complexion, throat just feels insanely dry at first," Aloise replied.
She had been killed in action, a bullet. And when she woke up, there had been no bullet hole. The United States said that she had been killed in action, that she was buried in Arlington National Cemetery, that she had been a hero. But here she was, smack in the middle of the apocalypse, trying her best without having much information to go off of. Truthfully, she didn't know very much about the exact process of putting Lucifer back in the cage. She knew that it required a spell, a complicated and ancient one.
"The cage itself is in hell," Aloise answered. "To get him back inside of the cage...Well, as far as I've been able to tell, there's one major method. It requires stealing the rings of the personification of demonic omens..." She trailed off slightly, not knowing much about the method. The only other scenario she encountered in her readings had been proposed in the late 1920s by Frances Tate, using the fact that Lucifer was an angel at the end of the day, and could thus be killed like an angel.
It was asking a lot of them, and she knew. She had so little information to offer them, beyond just a gut feeling that they could try their best, and perhaps pull it off. Aloise had already sacrificed her life once for her country, and she was prepared to do it again for the world. Liam might have called her to Altsoba to look into a shapeshifter problem, but the stakes were too high for her to walk away.
"Are you in, Dr. Chang?"
Hanson, meanwhile, was frowning deeply. He hadn't heard much of the ritual before, but the demonic omens was something he was familiar with. The powers, symbolized in their rings, were the forces of Death, Famine, Pestilence, and War. It wouldn't be an easy task, especially in a city as destroyed as it already was. The odds were against them. His pesimistic tendencies told him that they'd die trying, that it would be a suicide mission, but he glanced over at Amy. His actions had brought this on her--it was time for him to pay the bill.
"I'm in."
Mercurial Crypt
Location: Outside the Burning Building
Interacting With: Eudora @Witch Cat
Interacting With: Eudora @Witch Cat
At the witch's blessing, Mercurial paused for a moment. Some people could be so incredibly kind--it sickened her. The notion that human beings could treat each other in such a manner was appalling. Wishing blessings? It was a sadistic cultural practice she never came to understand. The only blessings Mercurial enjoyed were dark in nature, usually chanted as a family before All Hallow's Eve. Her mother prepared the most extravagant feasts, and all of the Crypt clan would come, living or dead. Her dearly departed grandfather did tend to arrive fashionably late.
"City hall," Mercurial answered plainly. "They have a rat problem and well...I'm the exterminator. Just trying to do my civic duty. You're welcome to help, provided you have your own gas mask. I left my spare at home."
Of course, Mercurial had other things on her agenda. It wasn't visiting day, but she hadn't seen Jaina in a week. She had helped Jaina break out on her birthday, and brought her home to the Crypt mansion for a few hours before the police came. They had enjoyed playing a Crypt favorite, Wake the Dead. Jaina's scream was impressively shrill. She was a worthy opponent for Mercurial, and in time, she hoped that Jaina might do her the honor of being her nemesis.
The witch seemed to be stubborn, keeping her gaze level with hers. Mercurial glanced back in the direction of the gunfire, pondering whether or not there was a novice, flailing about wildly. She always preferred it when murder was left to the experts, but the newcomer to the field may need some assistance in learning the craft. Her eyes then fell upon her gas mask and kerosene. It would be entirely unprofessional of her to shirk her duties. Her parents raised her to be better than that.
"Come along, we're burning daylight."
Jade Cornish
Location: Altsoba County Prison
Interacting With: Darren @Pundii
Interacting With: Darren @Pundii
Jade smiled a bit. "This isn't someone I think you can really ask questions with. It'd be brilliant if we could, but...she isn't all there upstairs." The screams were only slightly unnerving, a testimony to the difference between private detective work and paid police work. She couldn't help but wonder how her life would have been, at that moment, if she never applied to work homicides. She probably wouldn't have been killed, for starters.
"Tell that to the taxpayers," Jade quipped, as they walked inside the prison. The pile of bodies was horrifying to say the least, but Jade kept her hand on her gun, her finger ready to pull the trigger. Darren's bullets all hit a target, causing it to thud as it hit the ground. Slowly creeping forward, Jade frowned. It was a bunch of bedsheets, tied together crudely, in order to resemble a person.
"Sarbye....Get your arse out here!" Jade called out, only for the female scream to occur one last time. Gunfire, incredibly close to Jade and Darren, followed it up. A second later, an individual moved out from behind a door, his ginger hair peppered with blood. In one hand was a gun. In the other, the angel blade.
"Sorry about that...You just can't find good help these days, can you?" he laughed, his eyes sweeping over the destruction. "I had to put her down...It was humane. My sister was a maniac, you see..."
"Guess psychosis runs in the family then," Jade said dryly.
@BlueSky44: On day 6
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