Entry tags:
- !location: the vatican,
- !plot: end of the world news,
- adam monroe,
- angua,
- arha masaari,
- bandit,
- bella (garou),
- billy kaplan,
- brenda,
- cale tucker,
- cameron mitchell,
- carol danvers,
- claire redfield,
- ellen anders,
- gauron,
- grif,
- hunter blackthorne,
- jamie mccrimmon,
- jason todd,
- kate bishop,
- leon s. kennedy,
- loren,
- luis sera,
- luna lovegood,
- nathaniel richards/iron lad,
- nightwing,
- pikachu,
- red snout,
- robert donovan,
- ronon dex,
- roy mustang,
- sam winchester,
- sawyer,
- scarlet levy,
- sherry birkin,
- sir sparhawk,
- son of satan,
- steve burnside,
- terry mcginnis,
- vega obscura,
- wade wilson,
- waspinator,
- xander
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"If we're voting, I'm going to have to go with 'ARE YOU CRAZY?!?'" Cale retorted as he pressed his weight against the door, waiting for someone to come by with something to help brace it.
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"Its up in the air... But that's not what I was talking about!" He bent down momentarily to itch his knee. It itched. He scratched it. Aaaaah, that's better. Myself went back to throwing his weight against the door again to keep zombies from getting in. Not that he was sure that was such a bad idea.
The vibes he was getting told him nobody was likely to agree with him on the door opening plan. Oh well. Whoever needed other people's support to make decisions anyway?
Well, for now, Deadpool wanted to avoid getting shot in the back, so he'd stray away from the open-the-door-anyway side scheme.
"Today: Swords or guns, swords or guns.... Always such a tough call!" Myself said to... himself. "Guess it's gonna be both! ...Again!! Love this job." He pulled a sword for any nasties that made it through holes, and a nice uzi-like machinegun for anything more then 3 feet away.
He fired through the window, and was momentarily distracted by a HUGE beam of bright light, melting zombies in it's path.
"When do I get to pack one of THOSE!" Myself shouted, always interested in the newest weapon tech.
He went back to blasting zombie brains.
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That pretty much changed things.
"This is so #^&%ed up," she muttered to no one in particular as she aimed her grenade launcher (very glad she'd asked Leon for that one) through a broken window, firing off into the crowding infected.
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The raptor leveled his rifle through one of the gaps and fired, the rifle going off with a roar before he pulled it back to reload. It was slow and clumsy, lacking thumbs, but he did it. It was impossible to miss.
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Now he summoned all the power he could from that that accursed soul.
Daimon raised his trident and if anyone took their eyes off the zombie threat and laid them upon the exorcist, the grin they saw on his face would make their skin crawl.
An unending blast of soulfire launched from Daimon's trident and hit the zombies through the window.
"Burn and let your pitiful existence end!"
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At the same time, at least Steve knew how to deal with them. He'd had more zombie-killing experience than a good number of the crew. The teenager staked out a window, took a moment to slip two magazines into his submachine guns, then turned around to stick them between the boards on the broken window and greet several zombies in the face with gunfire.
"You want some?! Come on in and get it, you freaky bastards!"
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He moved a bit away from Steve towards another window, looked out and moved back to the wall. Taking a few deep breaths he focused, and moved back to the window. The boards meant he couldn't just blast the zombies, and he wasn't going to remove them, but he could focus on ball lightning.
It took more concentration than he's ever used, but he did create a small orb of lightning just outside the window. He took a deep breath and let the light dance off his fingers, watching as bolts of lightning struck at the zombies, blasting their heads into little bits.
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A really angry zombie threw it's entire body weight into the door he was leaning against, forcing the top to crack and be stuck open slightly, and bouncing Deadpool a foot away from the door momentarily.
"Whoaaa-oh!" Myself shouted as he lurched forward and then back again to push his weight against the door. Slamming back into it of course splintered the door slightly more, Deadpool casually wondered how much more the wood could take. The angry zombie just outside the door had it's scream cut short, it's head exploding from unseen gunfire, likely from the roof. It was about time those snipers did something. "...WELL, that was a close one!" He smiled at his compatriots, this was a heckuva game.
Firing the last of his clip through the open window without bothering to look where he was shooting, Deadpool decided he didn't really like not having a clue how much enemies there really were.
"Hey. Raptor guy. Your smart right?" He stared at it for a few moments. Wondering if it could speak english. It had really big teeth. Wade changed his mind, turning over toward the epic-zombie-battler Leon.
"Hey Lean-on. Your military smart here, riiiight? How about you look out and give us a head count!" Deadpool nodded at his own genius. Once they knew the numbers it would be easier to get a kill count for the 30 or so zombies out there.
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She looked out through one of the holes in the board, a deep look of hatred in her eyes. Oh, she knew the types of beings they were.
And while she will be saddened by the death later, for now, survival and a bitterness from loss only make her angry.
She holds her hand to the crack, a small, condensed ball forming for a few seconds before it flew out, hit a zombie...and combusts in a ball of flame, incinerating the being. It takes a few seconds longer for her to get the spell up to this level, but it was better to be sure they were dead dead and not a head that can chomp around later.
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"Where that former padawan of mine is right now, I'll never know," Obi-Wan grit, annoyed. And where was the 'Chosen One' when he was most needed?
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The force of the...creatures...pushing at the door, would be transferred by the boards down at an angle and into the ground, and the interlocking notches would keep the barricade from coming apart from the stress. Hopefully, even that crude, hastily-assembled effort would buy them some time.
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"Now there's using your noggin'!" Myself shouted out encouragingly. "Now if only those boards were made out of ADAMANTIUM... Then we'd really be set up good!"
Figuring the new blockade on the door would be enough to hold it better for now, Deadpool backed away from it and went back to the windows. There were only a few boards left on the window on the right now, the one Wade had been paying the most attention to. Zombies were already sticking their heads in past the boards, trying their darndest to squeeze through.
"Nope, not you!" Deadpool proclaimed to one staring at him, and shot it in the head. Looks like that one wasn't a winner either. With all the energy and bullets whizzing by out the windows, neither me or Myself were sure ANY zombies were going to make it through. "Well, it'll have to get interesting EVENTUALLY..." he mumbled to himself, although a Deadpool-mumble is closer to a yell then a whisper. He took several steps back and relaxed his stance, waiting to see if there would be any zombies to get through he could shoot. Wasting all these bullets on outside zombies was like killing people blindfolded- wait, no, bad example, that's actually LOADS of fun.
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"I need four people upstairs now! There are already rocket launchers and gatling guns set up by the front windows. Just grab one and lay into this crowd.
"Kenobi, Kaplan, can either of you set up a force outside of the doors; block off the whole front?"
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"Ronon and Marcus are already on their way upstairs," Sam says as he comes charging into the vestibule, armed with a pistol-gripped shotgun and a pair of .38's in his suit's holsters. Worf is likely coming up right behind him, so it was pretty obvious he didn't just escape.
"Where do ya need me?" he asked Leon.
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He growls at Leon and then goes back to the task at hand.
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He wanted to give the order to fall back— if he'd been in charge...but no. General Kenobi had been demoted. Still, he'd do what he could, for now. Letting this go as things stood would kill everyone here in a flood of undead. Who's the more foolish, the fool or the fool who follows him?
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Of course, he's not asleep. He's scared. He's already fought through one apocalypse since he was last on Earth. He wants to go home. More than anything he wants to be home, with Aunt May and MJ.
He wants to be with Gwen. If only she were still there to return to.
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"I can push them away from the doors if I can find a way outside. It is not the first time I hath been in a hoard of zombies that thick and I can avoid getting bitten," Pirogoeth said, nothing about her voice or stance showing any signs of fear.
She stopped being afraid after she saw the first of her people die. And she knew an order to fall back would do little. Zombies didn't stop until they were dead. "And if he wants excitement, he can come with me," she said, gesturing to Deadpool. "I will, of course, incinerate him if he turns should he accompany me." Pretty blunt about that too.
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Worf, really, wtf?but what's done is done. "I don't need you," he responded to Sam. "Go see Kirk."And on to important business. "Kenobi, just keep on the door. Kaplan, just give me a wall across the front." He had to take a second, but only that much to consider Pirogoeth's offer. "They're all crowding the front, take one of the side windows. Wilson, Hellstrom, go with her, but get your asses back in here if you attract too much attention."
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Well, he was a bunch of dark magic. She used fire, but she was over in the light spectrum.
And after she said that, she headed for a window to get outside, drawing her sword. The gun would remain holstered until magic became too slow.
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