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ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴏᴅᴛᴇᴀᴍ ᴏғ ʜᴀᴅʀɪᴇʟ ([personal profile] hadrielmods) wrote in [community profile] hadriel_logs2016-09-14 10:06 am

Event Log: Dead Men Walking

Who: Everyone participating in the event!
What: The event log for the Dead Men Walking event!
Where: All around the city
When: September 14th-September 20th
Warnings: Zombies. Walkers. The Infected. Zeds. The undead. Risen.


Everything seems more or less normal in Hadriel on the 14th - at least at first. But wait, who's that over there? Why are they walking so weird? Are they feeling okay? Wow, did they just try to bite you? Oh shit, you might've seen a movie like this before. That was definitely a zombie.

But hey, it's no big deal. A few zombies here and there are pretty easy to avoid, especially when you can outrun them without too much trouble. They're only really dangerous if they're fast or if there are a lot of them, and they sure aren't fast! Only - well, before long, there are a lot of them. You can hardly go outside without running into one, and mobs form quickly. Went out for supplies? Let's hope they didn't follow you - you might get stuck in that shop, mobile corpses pounding on the door. Oh, and don't stand too close to the windows of your house. They'll be more than happy to smash the glass trying to get you.

Don't worry, though! A hard blow to the head will take these zombies out, and you'll be sitting pretty, as long as none of them bite you. None of them bit you... right? Wow, what a relief. We're all glad you're not concealing a life-threatening zombie bite from your friends! Who would do that, anyway? Now if you can manage that until the 20th, you'll be safe and sound as the zombies shamble out of the city. Hopefully you won't be shambling with them.


► This log covers September 14th-September 20th.
► Feel free to make your own logs, as well
► Please tag headers of threads with content warnings where they apply
► Please put your character's name and open/closed in the subject line of your starters!
► If you join the zombie party, please let us know here!
circumitus: I should go check. (did i leave the oven on?)

Rey | OTA

[personal profile] circumitus 2016-09-15 12:26 am (UTC)(link)
[ ooc: Placeholder for oncoming top levels. Starters will be added soon, but if you'd like an overview/plot, just check out my plotting comment or hit me up on the social medium of your convenience! (PM, IM, Plurk, whatever is fine by me.) Thanks. :) ]
circumitus: Why was that not a good enough reason to put me to bed? (threw a jar of pickles at a police car)

14th-16th. (i could never know what the dead man sees)

[personal profile] circumitus 2016-09-15 12:31 am (UTC)(link)
There are some tropes that just don't die off with time. For someone with certain memories that go well back when zombies were still a hip thing, it doesn't take much for Rey to recognize what is happening, and who is culpable.

Fucking Fear. Suppose he couldn't be satisfied when he had meddled with their light source. The only logical alternative is to orchestrate a threat of an even larger scale in order to sate what ails him -- and that's a lack of terror among those he got landed here in the first place.

Rey isn't afraid now, though. Not long after her first encounter before promptly putting a knife into its gray matter, she makes use of her own personal arsenal and prepares for the worst. Right now it's a meager population of undead. A hobbling body here, a crawling corpse there. But if Fear is as predictable as she anticipates -- and he likely always is -- she knows that it'll only get more chaotic.

Somewhere down the line, you may find that some streets prove to be unsafe for both the living and the walking dead, with various innocent-looking lunchboxes converted into homemade landmines. With no need for discretion when dealing with the unintelligible invaders, the lunchboxes appear in a variety of colors to tip off the unsuspecting passerby happening upon the scene.

If the obvious warning signs and the traps laid out aren't enough that something is amiss, perhaps a calculated shot from the rooftop of a nearby building ought to get the message across:

Don't fuck with Rey's landmines.

Of course, it doesn't help when the occasional explosions tend to attract more to the street that's become Rey's very own war zone.
chaoscontroller: (✦ i said what?)

[personal profile] chaoscontroller 2016-09-15 05:00 pm (UTC)(link)
When you're going at insane speeds through the streets, rooftops, and anywhere your feet can land on, there is little regard on what you may or not step... Which is why Shadow doesn't give a damn about the lunchbox in the middle of the road, he zooms over it, only taking the briefest glance as he passes by, and then a whole second later...

BOOM

He freezes a few meters away from the explosion and looks back. Oh... Is it what it was?

Oops...
circumitus: (goddammit you're a loose cannon)

[personal profile] circumitus 2016-09-18 01:48 am (UTC)(link)
If this was a real war zone and she was dealing with thinking, living human beings, chances were Shadow wouldn't have seen what he had run over at all before allowing it to explode in his wake.

As such, his impeccable speed may have very well saved his life just then.

Throwing the sniper rifle over her shoulder by the strap, she flings herself over the ledge of the rooftop. Despite the long drop, she hits the ground with a heavier thud than someone of her size and stature probably should be making. Not to mention the lack of any hint of sprained or broken bones in her body.

"You should really pay more attention to the signs," she casually comments, bringing a hand up to the shoulder strap. "The zombies are one thing, but you don't have much of an excuse."

Seriously. She even labeled them with helpful icons of a dead dude with body parts blown off for the illiterate and everything.
chaoscontroller: (✦ you could probably use the extra help)

[personal profile] chaoscontroller 2016-09-21 02:37 pm (UTC)(link)
Shadow looks at her from head to toes, not much damns given about the remark.

"Such small explosion wouldn't do anything to me."

Also known as, I dun curr.
circumitus: Keep up the good work. (it's a 12/12/12 miracle)

[personal profile] circumitus 2016-09-22 02:13 am (UTC)(link)
"No, but they've been effective against those rotten, shambling bodies that've been about. And you just wasted one."

She doesn't have an unlimited supply of explosives, you know.

Okay, maybe she does. Being an explosive herself. But that's different.
chaoscontroller: (✦ facing every moment day by day)

[personal profile] chaoscontroller 2016-09-23 02:33 pm (UTC)(link)
"This seems excessive to what these creature represent, really."

He says as he lifts an eyebrow. It goes without saying it was a little disgusting too, having parts of rotting corpses everywhere wasn't exactly healthy either.
circumitus: I CAN QUIT ANY FUCKING TIME I WANT. (i'm not drunk YOU'RE drunk)

[personal profile] circumitus 2016-09-24 03:41 am (UTC)(link)
She throws up a hand into a dismissive, one-armed shrug.

"It's a trial run."

Always good to know how effective your explosives are going to be. For science... and the long run. Yeah.
chaoscontroller: (✦ put a bullet through his head)

[personal profile] chaoscontroller 2016-09-27 04:18 pm (UTC)(link)
"A messy one."

He scrutinises her a moment, then gives a bit of sigh as if he had given up a mental fight.

"I'll help you for a while."

It's not like he feels he owes her for ruining her explosive or anything!

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circumitus: 10 stitches. scar on forehead. totally going tell ppl my parents died fighting Voldemort. (fell off bed. face first.)

17th-18th. (i wish to do more violence)

[personal profile] circumitus 2016-09-15 12:40 am (UTC)(link)
As expected, the numbers have increased.

At this point, it would seem more logical to give up. Rey still has a cache of explosives at her disposal, but now it's just a waste of effort. That just won't do.

Having discovered two curved blades that resemble kukri in Rage's armory, Rey takes the next best approach and gets her hands a little dirtier.

By that, I mean a lot dirty. In lieu of more premeditated and conscious tactics when contending with the bodies, by the time the undead demographics multiply, it's time for Rey to get primal.

To say that it hasn't been easy trying to hide that side of herself is a bit of an understatement. Truth be told, the thirsty, eager, violent nature of the beast has always been there. It's what gave Rey the strength to pull on during times in which survival seemed like such a hopeless prospect.

Be it on the streets or entering a building, shop, or bar for a breather, some things are pretty obvious to note when it comes to Rey's immediate state.

For one, she hasn't slept in days. Not that one can tell underneath the layers of blood, so heavy that she almost becomes indistinguishable from the throngs of hungry dead things shuffling along. At times they even pass her by, but it doesn't take long before she's slashing again. When the heat of violence becomes warm and thick and very very real, it's only expected that it would fire up that lingering presence that's always been there, living in her memories. It laughs and snarls and bears its teeth, warping the visage of the blood-soaked vessel that wears it.

After all, she came into the world killing. It was the first thing she had ever done as a living thing, before promptly losing her own head. Literally.

Chances are, someday she'll die killing as well. All she can want is to take down as many cocksuckers as inhumanly possible while she still can.
circumitus: (das gross)

19th-20th. (burn for me; i'll burn for you) [CW: IMPLIED NUDITY KINDA? AND CARNAGE LIKE WHOA]

[personal profile] circumitus 2016-09-15 01:45 am (UTC)(link)
Many years ago, in a distant future you could never hope to see, there was a strange war story. More of a rumor, really. About a soldier that killed fought fire. Rational explanations were an attempt to debunk the hearsays: The soldier utilized flamethrowers. Explosives. Mere pyrotechnics to lower morale in those that caught the black warning smokes signaling over the horizons, above the trees or mountain paths. Even their gender was a contentious subject, as no one could agree on whether the soldier was a man or a woman.

Some just settled on 'monster'. Others, 'the Salamander', and left it at that.

It wasn't such an old story, but it may as well have turned into a local legend with the way it spread, the embellishments often making the tale more and more absurd. They were, however, right on the money about the detail: What they saw was a monster. But so few ever lived to confirm the story.

There is no such war tale here, and the only ones that had to be afraid of the Salamander were beings that can't feel fear at all. They may as well be good, though. The last thing Rey wants is to feed a god.

Even better: Those that witness the signs of smoke, the stench of burning flesh, and the blackened cadavers riddled throughout the city would not be predisposed to the stories of the Salamander, or the gristly reputation that follows that name. In fact, many here have seen certain oddities that perhaps a burning woman setting fire to mass crowds of gnashing, clawing, and groaning corpses would not be met with much panic and alarm.

Whether one is drawn to the area by the rumbling of eruption or they just happen upon the scene, they might find themselves standing near a black monster. Though, it's less of a monster and more of a woman, covered completely in an unfamiliar black substance from head to toe.

With her armor on the fritz, Rey has had to resort to the more biological alternative. Not that one would recognize that it's Rey from appearance alone. The completely black, shadowy shape does not pay mind to any onlookers as it deals with the remnants of the previous blast. Embers roll and fiery streams pull towards the black layers around the woman, before being absorbed into her body. The heat, the raw energy from within her core, is intoxicating.

Disgusted as she may be with herself now, she can understand why the Salamander enjoyed this so much. Why she would want to do it again, and again, and again with reckless abandon, going so far as to disregard her commands for her own enjoyment.

It was fun.
Edited 2016-09-15 01:45 (UTC)
wormintheglass: (come and get it)

[personal profile] wormintheglass 2016-09-15 07:25 pm (UTC)(link)
Bianca didn't exactly happen on the scene so much as follow Rey into it. There are few things as satisfying as watching someone do a thing they excel at - and when that thing also involves nudity, pyrotechnics and extreme violence, Bianca's left feeling like she won a lottery she hadn't been aware of entering.

She herself is perfectly capable of accounting for zombies one on one with the pair of machetes she found in the armory; but Rey is like some kind of primitive fire goddess, and before long Bianca falls into the role of dutiful priestess. She stops killing zombies, and instead begins to alternately lure and herd them. They're slow, and their drives are simple and easy to manipulate.

She is almost dancing as she leads a shambling group towards the scent of burning flesh and that other scent, that odd chemical scent that she has always associated with Rey. She's never seen the strange, black substance before, but she knows exactly where it originated.

"Incoming, darling!"

She pitches her voice to carry above the crackling flames and the groans of the dead. It would completely ruin Bianca's day to be set on fire accidentally.
circumitus: and me reduced to ash. (the hazards of love)

[personal profile] circumitus 2016-09-18 01:43 am (UTC)(link)
Funny, the last time Bianca said that word, it was herself she was throwing in Rey's direction.

This time, it's another herd of the shuffling undead.

(It's almost the same thing, really.)

Despite being completely coated from head to toe in the stuff, the black substance doesn't seem to hinder Rey's movements when her form turns towards Bianca's voice. Her bearing matches that of the heatwaves that ripple the air around her. And the red, veiny patterns that appear to glow under her skin beneath the tar-like layer.

Her eyes peer through a pale sheen, devoid of the bottle green hue in place of a colorless shape. She spots Bianca perfectly among the throng, like the pied fucking piper of zombies.

"Fear is going to have to try a lot harder than this," Rey says, though her voice is strangely distorted through the black, vaguely mechanical and shedding light to her true, inhuman nature.

With that, the transparent, undulating waves extend several feet beyond her body, and explodes. The air around the zombies catching flame with the ease of lighting up a series of dry torches.
wormintheglass: (smile)

[personal profile] wormintheglass 2016-09-19 10:06 pm (UTC)(link)
Oh, she quoted herself on purpose. It amuses her. It's probably going to be a Thing from here on in. Bianca likes to lay claim, that way. She only has time for a quick grin over her shoulder, and then she's having to dodge a straggler zombie that crawls up behind her, grabbing at her ankles.

She kicks it onto its back, and then skewers it neatly, the point of the machete up under its chin and through its spinal cord, and then she makes a disgusted face as she has to use her foot to push it off her blade.

"Fear may suck my imaginary cock. But I'm afraid he's done Delight a favour."

She says it primly, smirking. She could probably feed Delight singlehanded for a week just from watching Rey in action.
circumitus: (503): forewarning i'll probably have done those drugs with you (i wanna bring you to show and tell)

[personal profile] circumitus 2016-09-20 02:42 am (UTC)(link)
Leaving the recent wave of zombies to burn, Rey glances towards Bianca. Her vision is warped, though sharper. Able to see through the heat and flames without trouble.

While it's hard to say what emotion Rey is feeling right now, there is certainly a part of her that delights in killing. That feasts on violence and blood and gore. She had spent the longest being that person. The Salamander. People had suffered decades fearing that black monster.

Zombies, fortunately, are unable to feel fear. Fortunate because of the boost it would have served to the aforementioned god that she intends to spite right now.

"Yes." A red crack emerges across the dark layer on Rey's cheek. And then another. Until it peels off to reveal her face underneath that charred-looking coating that covers the rest of her.

When she speaks, her voice is no longer as distorted as it had while trying to speak through the samandrine:

"Believe he has."

With the rotting corpses effectively neutralized, Rey extends her energy into the rippling air, drawing the flames back towards her body in order to absorb its element. The last thing she wants is to watch the city go ablaze again.
wormintheglass: (devious? moi?)

[personal profile] wormintheglass 2016-10-04 05:44 pm (UTC)(link)
They're cleared for the moment, and Bianca reaches towards Rey in the manner of someone warming their hands at a hearthfire - or perhaps a cat, gazing in narrow-eyed pleasure at the flames.

"You are so full of surprises, my darling. Do you think there might be time for a short break, beween the hordes of the shambling deceased?"
circumitus: - XOXO dad (time to smoke my breakfast)

[personal profile] circumitus 2016-10-05 03:01 am (UTC)(link)
The flames effectively extinguished, Rey casts her undivided attention to Bianca with her arms outstretched. Her brows furrow at the mention of a break. She goes to reach for Bianca's hand, the black substance dried like paint on her skin.

"What do you suggest?"

Whether it's willful ignorance or sincerity, one can rarely ever tell with Rey.
wormintheglass: (smile)

[personal profile] wormintheglass 2016-10-08 06:49 pm (UTC)(link)
She raises Rey's hand to her lips, partly to examine the fascinating black substance at close range and partly to drop a kiss on Rey's palm.

"Do you know how many civilisations celebrate a fire festival? Usually in autumn, but sometimes in spring. It's a force for cleansing, an opportunity for renewal. It's life."

Bianca does not literally purr, but there are times when it's almost audible, as though satisfaction alone could reverberate in her chest.

"I've never asked where you came from. If powers such as yours are commonplace there. I have spent too long in places where one never asks a question so personal of anyone. And truly, I don't in any way need to know."

Bianca's fingers are always cool, her body temperature lower than human; she enjoys the contrast, against Rey's heat.

"But I should like to, sometime. If you don't mind telling."

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muscovy: (why can't you stop bullying me)

Second day of zombies shuffling around

[personal profile] muscovy 2016-09-20 09:57 pm (UTC)(link)
He's not helpless at all. He has a firearm, he has knives, he has bow and arrow. And he was careful, he went out well armed and kept out an eye at all times... and shen confronted with a zombie, he fought it in an open space that allowed for escape should the fight go wrong

It did go wrong.

He just couldn't kill the thing. And he has no idea why. He did everything that he was always told, all the tricks that he knew - aim for the centre of the body when shooting to be sure to hit it. Aim for weak points with your knife, like sinews, belly, liver, and so on. Aim for the throat.

But the only success that he had was when he pretty much dismembered one of the things (because more and more of them gathered, where did they all come from?), and even then the parts kept moving.

So now he is running. The problem is that while the things are slow for adults, he is also slower than a regular adult because he simply has much shorter legs. It's always been a problem when running away from bullies.

Just that these things apparently want to eat him, considering how they tried to take a bite of him all the time...

Running, running and hoping that he will find a safe place or, even better, someone who can help him fight those things more effectively. Perhaps... He directs his feet towards the bar. With a bit of luck, Rey might be there.
circumitus: Captain Morgan didnt let me down when i stand up it feels like the world is trying to hand me rainbows. (i hate your face)

[personal profile] circumitus 2016-09-21 03:47 am (UTC)(link)
Rey is, in fact, near the bar. Seeing that it is generally an often-visited area, there's the rather promising chance that many city-dwellers would head this way. And with them, possible stalkers as well.

Despite Maketh's persistence that she report in the likely event that she exhaust her supply of ammunition, Rey actually isn't even armed with her sniper rifle this time. Since she has found that the firearm is better used at a medium distance, she takes to using blades on the ground level.

And now, she is bearing a pair of kukris in either hand, which have proven to be equally as effective as any gun. She is hanging out outside of the bar door, keeping watch for any potential patrons in danger when she catches Muscovy out the corner of her eye.

Her head snaps in his direction, quick to raise the blades as she assumes an alerted stance. While she may not think herself inclined towards her maternal instincts, she is a soldier. She's been fighting her whole life. Sometimes, events just happen in which she finds herself fighting for someone else.

"Get behind me," Rey snaps, gesturing with the left kukri for Muscovy to do so.
muscovy: (I don't think that'll work big sis)

[personal profile] muscovy 2016-09-22 06:16 pm (UTC)(link)
"They won't die!"

He does what Rey does, completely trusting her that she knows what she does here - he's found more and more silly things about her over time, but despite that there is no person that he trusts more, still. Firo is a close second and only that because he knows that his big bro has one priority higher than him. Which is not an issue at all, but ...Rey doesn't have that, not that he knows of, so she gets that little extra bit that puts her ahead of Firo in trustworthiness. Under all circumstances that he can imagine here they are equals, though.

Just that now she has the advantage over Firo that, no slight intended, she is stronger than him. Being able to throw around fire does that.

"They don't even die when their throats are slit open!"

Rey will notice that some of the zombies following Muscovy are limping, as if someone cut their tendons, and that a few have very sliced open bellies or throats.
circumitus: Why was that not a good enough reason to put me to bed? (threw a jar of pickles at a police car)

[personal profile] circumitus 2016-09-23 03:26 am (UTC)(link)
If nothing else, Muscovy has proven to be quite capable with a knife. Not so much when dealing with some walking corpses. He could certainly improve on his form, though.

Rey sighs. "That's because you've got to get them in the head. Watch."

Just as she says this, she marches forward, kukris extended at her sides. One blade she launches into the skull of an unsuspecting corpse. The other swings towards another's neck, lopping its head clean off its shoulders.

Strafing in time to avoid another from taking a bite out of her arm, she throws a leg out. Kicks the back of the zombie's knee. There's no scream or complaint of pain or anguish from the creature. Instead, it topples forward like a newly chopped tree, no thanks to the damage Muscovy had done to it earlier.

Ignoring the few remaining stragglers, Rey just whirls around to face Muscovy. In her right hand, also gripping the one kukri, is a head dangling from its thin hairs. Despite having been decapitated, its eyes are open, jaw taking hungry chomps at the air between it and the small child before Rey.

"It's still animated, even after you cut off its head. You can't fight these like they're living things."
muscovy: (Is that so?)

[personal profile] muscovy 2016-09-23 03:15 pm (UTC)(link)
Muscovy does as he his told, though he clings to his knives and watches the zombies that Rey isn't dealing with at the moment out of the corner of his eyes.

When Rey returns with the head, he cocks his head slightly. "How do you fight them then?" Because what Rey did so far didn't seem to be very effective, either.
circumitus: You can pick it up if you come down with ID... (i do believe we have a fire lady)

[personal profile] circumitus 2016-09-24 03:49 am (UTC)(link)
While she could be more efficient and dispatch the remaining numbers, Rey is also trying to make a point here.

It's lesson time. Because that's what any good 'parent' would do -- teach kids how to effectively kill things.

"Like this." With the kukri in her other hand, she runs the blade through the skull. Its eyes almost immediately gloss over; its facial muscles stop moving. What little sign of life remains is snuffed out. "You have to kill their brains."

Just then, another walking corpse shuffles up from behind her. Rey parries once again, before dropping the head and swinging around behind the zombie. Both blades slash the back of its knees, causing it to topple towards the ground before Muscovy. She looks at the boy expectantly.
muscovy: (shades of blood)

[personal profile] muscovy 2016-09-24 06:39 pm (UTC)(link)
Kill their brains.

What a strange thought. The skull is the place that he would have gone for the last, simply because for someone light, using blades rather than blunt weapons, it is a counter-intuitive place to strike. Too hard.

Sure, with the bow and his gun he could - assuming he hits it - get through the bone easily enough, but this close up and with his daggers...

Eyes.

The daggers are easily long enough to dig into the brain if he stabs the thing in an eyesocket.

He just has to get there without being bitten, and the thing keeps turning its face into his direction...

"Are only their bites dangerous?"

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