( open ) our ag wing's back and you're gonna be in trouble (hey now! hey now! our ag wing's back)

[initiates]

Date & Time: October 31st, 3313, 11:59PM - November 3rd, 3313, ????
Location: Agriculture Wing, Moon Base to start. Cafeteria, warehouse, docking bay, VR rooms, Transport Pad, or Observatory later on.
Characters: Any & all!
Summary: Space Zombies are allowed out of the Agriculture Wing, slowly revving up their systems to try and infect and absorb as many of the Transports (or 12 Initiative Members) as possible.
Warnings: Log will be locked for potentially graphic violence. Please warn in threads should the violence or gore become graphic.
Notes: Specify a date and location in your top comment. You may specify multiple dates/locations. Specify a time if you wish as well.

Everything is a success at first, from the cool rush of air out of the Agriculture Wing once the doors are fully unlocked, to the heady sense of accomplishment for finally moving forward on something good for the long-term usability of the Moon Base. It's intended to remain a resource, after all, but not be a permanent home. Fraying tempers and the sense of cabin fever descending on Transports continues to showcase how important it is to get back down on Earth to regain some breathing room.

There's little enough dust between all the unmoving, unlit structures, many even supporting the barest dried husks of what once grew there. Upon the lightest touch, they disintegrate, turning into a dust that falls to the ground. The silent rows will be reclaimed and turned into functioning units, based on Transport efforts, and Transport time invested in the project.

There's just one problem. Something stirs in the reclaimed wing, among tangles of hosing and wiring. Skitterings and movements that make no sense for a long abandoned Moon Base. The further in Transports go, relying on magic or technology to generate light past the bare minimum maintained by the base, the more disturbing sights they may run into.

Of course, the most disturbing of all might be lying just around the far corner -- but don't worry, it's only a flesh wound. Try not to get surprised in the machinery, caught suffering from not looking up or caught making out with anything unsavory this holiday season, Transports. We need all of you to stay alive!

We can't bring you back right now!

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October 31

[protects_no_one]

[Hello, Shinji. Remember this guy? You helped him with the strange device used for talking to others here when he had arrived the first time.

Now he's coming by in a blur, alerted by both the light and the sounds of gunshots. Normally, Seshsoumaru doesn't need to let his aggressions out, but he's feeling a bit antsy right now. It had been bad enough to be surrounded by a miasma on the world below, but at least he could wander outside to relieve any tension he felt.

The stench assailing his nostrils didn't hurt his sense of direction, either, and a bright Light Whip suddenly comes streaking by to strike at the source of that stench, eliciting something close to a sound of pain.

The demon barely turns to look behind him to address Shinji.]

Go. You are no match for these creatures.

[imusntrunaway]

[Shinji doesn't realize what's going on. One moment he's crouched behind cover, trying to calm himself down and the next-- something bright flashes through the darkness. Did something explode? Cautious, he peers from his hiding place on his hands and knees, staring at the demon.

He doesn't quite remember who it is--nonetheless, he's grateful for the help.

But even though he's told to go, he sits there, stupefied.]

... what about you?

[protects_no_one]

[No, there's no explosion; only the sounds of a body hitting the floor as another throw of the Light Whip slices one of the zombies in half, its demise briefly shown in the glare from the Whip itself before it's called back by the demon.]

They are no match for me.

[And he's suddenly turning to look back towards the boy, the whip flying out from his fingertips to take care of one of the zombies who had come up behind them.]

[imusntrunaway]

[Shinji can't argue it when they guy's slicing zombies left and right as if they're butter. Bit by bit, his senses regain itself and he nods, about to rise to get out of there when the whip lashes his way.

He yelps. But when he sees the smoking remains of the zombie he quickly walks back, sticking close to the man.]

I can't see anything. I dropped my light...

[protects_no_one]

[The demon is taking care of a few more zombies--sending the Whip out to slice through them all at once--when Shinji breaks the news to him. His eyes narrow as he looks behind him, offering only one response before turning back.]

Tch.

[Which, for the demon, is a sound of acknowledging he'll be protecting Shinji as he makes his way out of there if the boy stays with him.]

Follow me if you wish.

did someone call for super late tags

[imusntrunaway]

[He didn't mean to present himself as so helpless... but that's what he is in this situation. Even though Sesshoumaru seemed capable of taking care of himself, in the end he's just being a burden, isn't he?

Those thoughts swirled in Shinji's mind as he followed, silently.]

... what was that? [He probably shouldn't talk, but he does so anyway in a quiet whisper.] That light you used.

You're good. :)

[protects_no_one]

[Actually, to Sesshoumaru, most humans were helpless--or hopeless, or both. As for being a burden? The demon didn't care if the boy followed him or not; he'd take down the zombies regardless.

Talking did nothing to distract the demon; however, instead of answering verbally, he demonstrated the Whip by holding up his hand so Shinji could see the weapon of light form before the demon used it on two beings who dared charge them, cutting them in half immediately.

Then he turned to the boy, his expression clearly asking if there was anything else.]

[imusntrunaway]

[It's not much of an explanation, but he understands it well enough. It's magic. That was something Shinji could swallow without fuss, so he simply nods.]

I figured you weren't human. [Or... is that insulting?] I mean, you don't look like it, and you used something like that...

[protects_no_one]

[It would be considered more of a skill than magic, but he's on the right track.]

I am a demon.

[Nope. Not insulted at all, Shinji. Especially since you're being respectful right now.]

[imusntrunaway]

[He chews on that answer for a moment.] ... thank you, then. For taking the time to help me.

[protects_no_one]

[The demon's eyes widen in surprise briefly before returning to their usual glare. He is not helping this human. He is fighting zombies.]

Hmph.

[And he starts moving away, Shinji had better follow him if he still wants Seshoumaru's "help".]

[imusntrunaway]

[He catches that look. Did he misinterpret his intentions? Still, despite everything... the demon didn't have to stop to help him.

Shinji won't bring it up again as he follows Sesshoumaru out. But he's grateful, nonetheless that he's run into him.]

[protects_no_one]

[He did, but he didn't. Sesshoumaru just doesn't admit to things like that. The two things just happen to coincide, that's all.

Like now, when the demon suddenly stops and moves in front of the boy to draw his Initiative Sword to take out the demon that had suddenly dropped from the ceiling.

There are others above them, and he turns to the boy before flicking a very obvious glance to a spot of safety.]

You are in the way.

[Translation: Take cover; I got this, and it will be messy.]