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Characters: Zombies
When: November 1st - 7th
Where: Nesreca
Rating: R
Summary: They're baaaaack~ And they're not happy. At all. Prepare to defend yourselves or be eaten.
Everyone had been murdered. Men. Women. Children. Elderly. There was no bias. Their bodies were given burial, but then those people, too, were slain. They were left to rot. Souls were left behind, clung to what they could - unfinished business that was going to see its end, where they died, their home, anything.
And they were content, vaguely, because their resting place - despite the violent way they went - was eventually left undisturbed. Years, decades passed. They slept.
But then, people started showing up. Haunting them - screaming at them - didn't do anything. Overrunning Nesreca with each of the dead, as ghosts, didn't work. Now...what would? But wait. They were... They were given life, once more. As temporary as it may be, life was life. They could breath, they could move, they could... well, talking wasn't part of the deal.
Undead they may be, but dammit they were back. And they will make these people pay.
When: November 1st - 7th
Where: Nesreca
Rating: R
Summary: They're baaaaack~ And they're not happy. At all. Prepare to defend yourselves or be eaten.
Everyone had been murdered. Men. Women. Children. Elderly. There was no bias. Their bodies were given burial, but then those people, too, were slain. They were left to rot. Souls were left behind, clung to what they could - unfinished business that was going to see its end, where they died, their home, anything.
And they were content, vaguely, because their resting place - despite the violent way they went - was eventually left undisturbed. Years, decades passed. They slept.
But then, people started showing up. Haunting them - screaming at them - didn't do anything. Overrunning Nesreca with each of the dead, as ghosts, didn't work. Now...what would? But wait. They were... They were given life, once more. As temporary as it may be, life was life. They could breath, they could move, they could... well, talking wasn't part of the deal.
Undead they may be, but dammit they were back. And they will make these people pay.
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Kanda's immediate thought was that these were not zombies, but Akuma sent by the Earl. Yet, these did not feel like Akuma at all. While there was bloodlust, it wasn't... It was just different, compared to what he felt while fighting against Akuma. Dammit, he wished Marie was here to confirm his suspicions.
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Teutorix had shifted to a tangible form as he slipped behind some long haired girl. Though, on further inspection, he noted it was a male. Even better.
The disfigured man stood behind Kanda, his "breathing" gravely and strained. No need to breathe, just a habit.
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"Who the hell are you?"
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"..Get... Out... My city..." His voice was just as gravely as his breathing, shreds of skin on his cheek flapping as he spoke.
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"Answer the question, or I'll cut you."
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"What's the point in all of this."