[PLOT] That's no ordinary rabbit

[northrend]

Date & Time: All day Friday, December 14th and onward.
Location: Initiate Hold
Characters: All
Summary: The plague has taken hold and there are rampant, angry undead critters running around! Better get rid of them quick, before you attract the Scourge Horde.
Warnings: Undead attacks, localized around cute woodland critters.

[The death tolls of all the woodland animals had come around the same time. Some lasted longer than others, but for the most part, it appeared that most of the sickly animals had passed sometime in the middle of the night. The next morning, transports would awaken to find their furry friends looking...well, less than furry. Their eyes glow a sickly yellow, patches of fur fall off their body, and they continuously cry for help.

Help from whom? You?

Or the group of rampaging ghouls charging toward you?]


[ooc: Original plot post is here!. If you would like me to NPC ghoul attacks in your thread, please mark your subject line with three asterisks. (***) Otherwise, feel free to do it amongst yourselves! Please note that I won't be able to NPC threads until tomorrow afternoon.]

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[blossomgale]

[ And once Tiger Festival is caught, the rabbit starts wriggling around madly... with more fur falling out in the process. EW!! Sophie stops in her tracks. ]

Allen, Kaneis! He's really sick. We have to save him... but, I don't know what to do...

[debtor]

[Gross. Allen's STEPPING AWAY FROM ALL OF YOU, keeping his grip on the rabbit so it can't bite him. He looks to Sophie, expression steely, but deeply apologetic. It's always hard, telling a girl that you have to slaughter her undead fluffy bunny.]

I'm sorry. There's only one way...

[And he'd do it, if Tiger Festival's owner wasn't so goshdarn sweet and innocent and standing right there...]

[wilder]

[He meanwhile is stepping closer to Sophie, drawing his sword in case the rabbit breaks out of Allen's grasp and tries something]

Afraid he's right. Tiger Festival's already gone- that thing's undead.

[blossomgale]

Un...dead? [ What's that even mean! Sophie could defend herself, but she doesn't want to hurt her fluffy undead son. ]

Can't we bring him back? There has to be another way!

[debtor]

[FIRMLY:] No.

There's no other way. [He shakes his head, gripping the bunny tighter (eugh.)] You can't bring something— someone, back. He... can't rest peacefully, like this.

So, please...

[He glances between her and Zelos. He's definitely not gonna stab it in front of Sophie. Either she's gotta leave, or Allen does.]

[wilder]

[Luckily, this is probably one of the only topics Zelos is in 100% agreement]

He's right. The only merciful thing we can do is ensure he rests peacefully.

[blossomgale]

...What? There really isn't?

[ It hurts for her to hear, especially with both her roommates agreeing with each other. She has grown to trust the both of them quickly and they're probably right. A few last words: ]

Tiger Festival.

I'll never forget you. I wish... I wish I could have taken care of you much better. I'm sorry. [ Except this isn't actually her fault.

She turns her gaze to Allen. She's not going anywhere. Sophie has to be here with her undead rabbit child in its last moments. ]

Please do it quickly.

[debtor]

It wasn't your fault, Sophie.

[Aaaaand she's. going to watch, isn't she. HE'S DEFINITELY NOT...

he'd really rather not, but he can't tell her to leave, and he can tell she won't. It's her choice. He transfers the zombie rabbit to his right hand, so that his left can, in a flash of light, suddenly transform into a claw with five foot-long blades.

And if she wants it done quickly, he'll do it quickly. ALAS, POOR TIGER FESTIVAL... Slitting its throat seems like the least gruesome option.]

1/2

[wilder]

[Zelos will just reach over and put his hand on Sophie's shoulder to give some comfort]

[...]

[And also get completely distracted and mentally go WTF at Allen's hand. Seriously dude. WHAT THE FUCK IS THIS. YOUR HAND JUST BECAME AN EFFING CLAW. DOES NO ONE ELSE FIND THIS WEIRD?! HOW ABOUT YOU WEAPON GIRL?]

[SERIOUSLY THO. WHAT. THE. FUCK!!!!]

[wilder]

[Okay that moment is past and he'll adopt a more solemn expression that is more befitting to the mercy killing of their short lived housemate. Farewell Tiger Festival, farewell]

[blossomgale]

[ WEAPON GIRL'S REACTION TO THAT... well, her expression remains the same, actually: disheartened about Tiger Festival's oncoming death. Hey, she can do some pretty crazy things herself. She might ask questions about that claw thing later. Maybe.

She gives Tiger Festival one last look, flinching a little. This is painful. Maybe she really can't watch. Still, she remains in the room and at least, lowers her gaze to the floor. Better, Allen? ]

[debtor]

[And Allen just totally ignores Zelos' reaction.

He holds the tip of one blade up to Tiger Festival's furry, rotting throat—

AND THEN TIGER FESTIVAL DIED again.]

[wilder]

[It's for the best, even if he's so confused to what is happening right now-]

[- Oh the rabbit's dead. That's gruesome but he's seen a lot of things die so he doesn't look away. ]

[....]

[Does he say something or what?]

[blossomgale]

[ Slowly raising her head, she forces herself to look at Tiger Festival's limp body. Rest in peace, Tiger Festival. She clasps her hands together. ]

Can we... make a grave for him somewhere? He was my baby... so, I want to give Tiger Festival a proper burial.

[debtor]

[Stands here holding a re-dead rabbit... He deactivates his claw.

IF SOPHIE WANTS TO BURY IT, WE'RE BURYIN' IT.]

Yes, of course.

[wilder]

Sure...but maybe we should wait until after we're done being attacked by the undead.