Time to make the doughnuts

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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.

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[origamiguardian.livejournal.com]

As Maggie closed toward him, narrowly dodging some flying zombie goo, she shouted toward him, trying to find a break between the zombie chorus. "How much ammo do you have?"

[yayashton.livejournal.com]

Ryan yelled back a reply, "A vaguely infinite amount depending on external factors I'm not in the position to discuss right now."

The problem with controlling large amounts of . . . Things was that the more of them you had to control, the more taxing it was. Ryan knew how to work his powers, he just hadn't ever figured out the limitations of what he could and couldn't do.

[origamiguardian.livejournal.com]

Maggie simply nodded, knowing well not to argue with how someone's powers worked in the middle of combat. She still worked her way toward him, although there still seemed to be way too many creatures, and she realized if he broke his "spell," she'd probably end up being mobbed by the zombies herself (though hopefully could fly away if that was the case).

She shouted again, "We need something that will do mass damage. Explosion. Fire." But controlled...

[yayashton.livejournal.com]

Explosions. Fire. Mass destruction. Damage. Starts with s. Starts with s. Starts with s. Surge? No, there was no telling what that would do. Scorch! Scorch worked. Ryan bit his lip waiting for something to come forward in the music.

"There isn't enough time to think,
the fire's closing in and it scorches them!"

Predictably, what Ryan intended to happen and what actually happened were . . . A little different. Or a lot different, depending on what way you looked at it. He had been hoping for a flamethrower, but spontaneously combusting most of the zombies close to him achieved pretty much the same effect in Ryan's mind. It also meant he was pretty much out of ideas.

"I need destructive verbs that start with s, my vocabulary really isn't big enough for this!"

[origamiguardian.livejournal.com]

Maggie and golem dived away from burning zombies. Seeing Ryan wasn't quite certain of himself, she decided to pre-emptively get out of the way for the moment, and the golem broke apart, paper swirled about, and became a giant bat-thing, which picked her up and carried her over the flaming, dancing undead hordes.

"Uh... shatter? Slay? Smite? Smash? Sabotage?" Reading is fundamental! "Spoliate? Suppress? ... Swallow?" Ummmmm... "Schism? Split?"

[yayashton.livejournal.com]

Because he was more of a pacifist than anything, Ryan generally hadn't tested very many offensive words. It was just his nature and whatever leftover Disney in him. The whole verb thing was kind of new anyway, it didn't use to work the way he was currently using it. It used to work the same way that the nouns worked.

"Burning brightly, like a flare,
Those that remain shall shatter or split!"

Ryan winced as most of the remaining zombies . . . Exploded would probably be putting it nicely. He sagged against the wall and mumbled a refrain he knew far too well. The smoothie that appeared was being consumed quickly as Ryan kept an eye out for the remaining zombies. None of them were particularly close to him.

[origamiguardian.livejournal.com]

"Splatter..." Maggie said of the ensuing chaos. Her familiar carried her closer to Ryan and dropped her next to him, and then barreled itself into some stragglers, knocking them into the flaming remains of the other creatures.

"You want to get out of here?"

[yayashton.livejournal.com]

With minimal effort, Ryan managed a weak smile, "That would be ideal. I think I may have done something stupid."

While Ryan may have believed that he was smarter than Troy and that may have been generally true, being from a musical entitled him to a least a couple of phenomonally stupid moments. This was one of them.

[origamiguardian.livejournal.com]

The bat familiar returned, and she reinforced its fire-and-zombie battered form with fresh paper that shot out of her sleeve.

She outstretched her arm. "Put your arm around my waist," she said in an entirely business-like manner. If he looked too weak to hold onto her, she'd sling him over her shoulder instead. (She's carried her two sisters, she can probably carry one musical star.) Provided he did not completely object, she would hold onto him and have the reinforced familiar carry them away from the scene.

[yayashton.livejournal.com]

"Gotcha." Ryan wrapped an arm around her waist and mumbled something about safety under his breath. It was just a precaution, really. He liked to be prepared for . . . Interesting situations. Especially because it had finally dawned on him that hey, that giant thing was made out of paper.

[origamiguardian.livejournal.com]

While the thing made of paper did have its weaknesses, none were around at the moment and both it and Maggie carried him away (but Maggie, ever the guardian, did not object to safety precautions either) over the piles of bodies. Maggie made a mental note to call the clean up crews later.

"You're..." The sound of the actor's voice was distinctive to Maggie, as was the association with songs she'd heard over the network before. "You're Ryan, right? I'm Maggie."

"Where can I take you?"

[yayashton.livejournal.com]

"Yeah, I'm Ryan. It's nice to meet you in person, Maggie. I do wish the circumstances were a little better, although that's always tricky in this City." He laughed, lightly. That anyone should recognise him was not unfamiliar, although this had been the first instance of it happening during a zombie invasion. "You can take me to my dance studio, if it's not too much trouble?"

Without much thought, Ryan rattled off the directions to his studio, which was not terribly far away. He hadn't been stupid enough to get far enough away from somewhere safe he knew he could run to easily if things got out of hand.

[origamiguardian.livejournal.com]

Maggie nodded, and the familiar changed course toward the dance studio.

"Will you be alright? You seem a little tired."