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exsiliumlogs2012-12-14 04:12 pm
northrend) wrote in exsiliumlogs2012-12-14 04:12 pm
[PLOT] That's no ordinary rabbit
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.]
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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[ 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.
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[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.]
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[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!!!!]
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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? ]
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He holds the tip of one blade up to Tiger Festival's furry, rotting throat—
AND THEN TIGER FESTIVAL DIED again.]
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[- 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?]
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Can we... make a grave for him somewhere? He was my baby... so, I want to give Tiger Festival a proper burial.
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IF SOPHIE WANTS TO BURY IT, WE'RE BURYIN' IT.]
Yes, of course.
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