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Vinsmoke Sanji ([personal profile] notadartboard) wrote in [community profile] capeandcowllogs2010-03-17 07:39 pm

Time to make the doughnuts

WHO: OPEN
WHERE: EVERYWHERE
WHEN: between Wednesday morning (3/17) and the end of the zombie plot
WARNINGS: prolly icky violence
SUMMARY: ZOMBIE FIGHTINGS. This is an open log, like last time, so go where you will, form your own zombie-killing teams or meet new fellow fighters on the street! Tag yourself in, and use subject headers to indicate time and/or location as you wish.
FORMAT: everything.

They're everywhere.

So many people falling sick meant so many zombies suddenly flooding the streets, pouring out of the hospitals where no one could help, stumbling out of their homes, obeying their master's orders.

They need to be taken down before they kill the healthy. Before the City is in ruins and the living are wiped out. They need you, heroes.

[identity profile] insourarmor.livejournal.com 2010-03-19 02:55 am (UTC)(link)
"I'm sure he's all right," Fakir said hastily, more to reassure himself than to quiet Rue's mind. He turned around when he realized her steps weren't following his ,and impatiently waved for her to move again. "He can disappear at will. I'm certain he's all right."

[identity profile] easyopentabs.livejournal.com 2010-03-19 02:57 am (UTC)(link)
"I-I suppose," she said, not wanting to think about the alternative. Noticing she was stopped in the middle of a very dangerous situation, she stepped up next to him, walking along very carefully.

Interlopers welcome after this post

[identity profile] insourarmor.livejournal.com 2010-03-20 12:43 am (UTC)(link)
There was no way he could be in danger, Fakir assured himself. He was better equipped to handle this than they were, at least as far as escape was concerned. At least he had the ability to fear, now, and know when to flee...

Metal clattered against concrete in an alley up ahead, followed by wet gurglings of "Hungry..." growing nearer to the street. Fakir put an arm out before Rue and readied his sword, watching the opening to the alley closely.

"Be ready to ru-" he began, cutting his sentence short as a small crowd of the things shambled into the light cast by the streetlamps. "Shit."
Edited 2010-03-20 00:44 (UTC)

[identity profile] easyopentabs.livejournal.com 2010-03-20 03:34 am (UTC)(link)
Of course Rue had panicked as soon as she saw the crowd of monsters, and may or may not have willed her weapon to grow just a little bigger. But in the moments following that, some strange madman started calling out random words, and the she saw him plowing through, fighting the creatures with nothing but his legs. It was at that moment that she recognized him as that pirate who'd come to help Fakir get Mytho from her that one time. The one with those odd ideas about friendship.

Around that time, a cloud of crows appeared overhead, waiting for their mistress to give them their next orders. Wordlessly, the directed them to the group of zombies near Sanji, not to help him or anything, but to get rid of them so she wouldn't have to fight them herself.

[identity profile] insourarmor.livejournal.com 2010-03-20 04:15 am (UTC)(link)
Him again?

Fakir was grateful for the help, of course, confused as he was by Sanji's sudden appearance. He immediately moved in to weed out the monsters left standing, relieved at the relative ease with which his sword sliced through them.

"What are you doing out in this mess?" he asked before whirling around to hack through an encroaching ghoul. God, they made a hideous mess.