Ah, crap.

Affiliated Hellboy...from Hellboy. Affiliated with Septaneus.

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i’ve been sick as heck so that’s why i haven’t been around. i’ll be trying to get around to stuff soon, promise.

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purrveit:

She really wasn’t expecting something so courteous to escape his mouth, it was such a shock that it warranted a short laugh from her and her usual smirk plastered onto her features.

“Thanks! She’s a beauty –” at this point, she’s already opening the passenger door for him it looked tight but he’d probably fit just about…if he breathes in. “Don’t sweat it, after all this is over I can worry about the small things.”

    “Plus we’re definitely going to cover more ground with an iconic duo like this, how you handled those spooks back there? Award-worthy.”

The engine is already revving and her rear-view mirror is appropriately adjusted, her 9Lives was going act as a car and a weapon tonight it seemed.

His brow furrowed softly as he stared at the passenger seat skeptically. He wasn’t sure he’d fit in there. Giving a brief glance around, he grunted when he saw the zombies starting to shamble toward them now. It was now or never. With a low sigh, he scratched his cheek softly and stooped low to get into the car, cramming himself in and ducking his head low.

He moved to shut the door but jumped, hitting his head on the ceiling. “Agh! Jeez...” He whispered in pain, wincing and opening the door. Slowly, his tail rose shakily, laying across his lap before he shut the door...this time for sure.

“Welp...ready when you are, I guess. Should I hang my arm out the window and get ‘em as we pass by? Far as handling ‘spooks’ go...it’s kinda what I do.” He muttered, glancing down at the large right stone hand. He couldn’t help but feel like hanging it out the window might be more comfortable, regardless.

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purrveit:

Big and red, yep this was definitely a guy Julie wanted to hang around during these hardcore times, don’t get her wrong. She could definitely handle herself, but with this professional skull crusher next to her this was going to be a breeze.

THWACK

   “Don’t worry Big Guy, this is a day in the park for me.” she’s exaggerating a little bit, but the way she sends a crowbar down onto a Zombie’s skull? She means business.

   “Need a ride?” thanks to him she’s already at her car, dangling the keys in her hand as he continues her very impressive carnage.

Well, she was good enough on her own, he supposed. The trail of broken and beaten bodies behind them was a mixture of both their efforts. Sharp swings with his large stone hand had laid out rows of the bastards. The jingling of keys caught his attention, head shifting toward her.

“I wouldn’t wanna bloody up your interior. It’s a nice car you got there.” Not that he knew much about cars. All he knew that it was...nice looking enough. He didn’t exactly use conventional means of travel. Mostly just hoofing it, boats, BPRD vans when he’d been part of them, sometimes helicopters and planes. He didn’t get to ride in nice cars.

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@mixologiae

“Jeez! Just how big was that freakin’ cemetary! Must’ve been keepin’ a small city underground...” He muttered, wiping sweat from his brow.

It was...a lot. He hadn’t necessarily been killing a lot  of them but...a lot of them had broken or fracture bones so they’d be a bit slower than when they’d come after others. The stone fist wasn’t very effective against them unless he...crushed heads. Something he wasn’t exactly keen on doing unless they were hurting people. Which they very well could have. That’s why he was trying to get people to safe zones and the like. “You need help gettin’ to a safe zone or something, lady? Think most of ‘em are cleared outta this area now.”

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@dreamsiderhero

“Don’t suppose that fancy wand’a yours has anything that can bolster charms or something, does it?” Nah...that’d be too convenient.

As he walked around, shoving silver stakes into the ground and sprinkling a trail of holy water between them, he was muttering to himself. What was he muttering about? Probably the fact that he was tired of having to deal with this kind of crap like he was used to. Zombies. The Undead. What was next? Demons and world destroying dragons? Feh.

He’d decided on fortifying the line outside of the safe zones, ensuring that everyone had a better chance. This particular charm made undead avoid it like the plague. Or rather...made them avoid it because it seemed as though whatever was behind it wasn’t there. It would last for a few hours but after that? It was anyone’s game. He just hoped it might be over by then but...very much doubted it.

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@purrveit

“Ow... Ow!”

THUMP!

The swinging of a large stone fist caved in the skull of a particularly feisty zombie that had been trying to bite his way through his tough hide. He was clearing a way for the lady to get to her ride, having become a bit distracted by talking to her. Before he knew it, a zombie was gnawing on his wrist like a damned mosquito. “Y’know, you should probably get outta here while ya can.” He muttered, glancing over his shoulder at a small group of the bitey bastards stumbling their way, groaning loudly.

“Ah, shut it already. I’ll come give you your lumps in a second.”

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@corrust

“Hell of a way to be introduced to your new roomie...” He mumbled, stone arm swinging rather easily through the hordes of the undead. They threw themselves at him...and fell with a single swing of his arm. Granted, most of them got back up, just a little more irritated than they had been before. Flesh and blood appendage dove into the folds of his coat, producing a pistol and firing off a few shots to take off the heads of some of those that were closing in.

“Don’t suppose you’ve got any tricks up your sleeve for takin’ these guys down easily. I’ve got a few charms that might keep ‘em at bay but...won’t last long.”

Of course, he was lucky that he still had most of his charms and his gun. He wasn’t sure what he would have done without them in this instance. After emptying his clip, he grabbed another one between two large stone fingers, clapping it up into the chamber to get ready for another round. Yellow eyes shifted to regard the other slowly.

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Zombies?

“Same crap, different plane of existence.”

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i think it’s time for a starter call from big red. like this for a starter. uncapped since i’m not sure how many people are interested.

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