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amoirsetpacis‌:

          ★ –;; Promptly, an absolute fucking shriek.

“WH– WHAT THE HELL!?!?” If his voice was a few octaves higher than normal, he hasn’t really noticed by this point. This was just like one of those bad horror movies!! He’d only just started watching TV recently, but that didn’t mean he hadn’t had enough time for B-rated horror to scare him to death! And this was no different!! Had this hellish city really thrown him into a pit of zombies!?!? 

(Never mind the fact that everyone else around is completely ‘normal’– there’s a zombie on his ankle!!!)

“L–LET GO!!!”

     Yelling, distress... Tae was not unused to these things, or perhaps she simply did not have the capacity to care. Not for a stranger, at the very least. Maybe that’s just the way he communicates, Tae isn’t one to judge others so readily!

     Therefore her response comes with another hand to secure his ankle surely, this way Tae could ensure a better channel of communication than if he were to run away. Next, the girl lets her jaw drop as far as it could go (quite far!) and returns his shriek with one of her own.

     “COOOOOCKEEEE-DOOOOOOODLE-DOOOOO!”

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songshines‌:

Zombie fishing is a go!

Not that she knows it’s a zombie. As far as Hibiki’s concerned, there’s some poor weird lady trapped inside the sewer drain, and she needs help. So up she pulls, tugging away like a fisherman with a prize catch on the line, until — 

“ OOF! ” The high speed collision sends them tumbling into the street, one on top of the other. Mission… accomplished?

“ You okay, miss? How long were you down in the sewers? ” 

     What a ride! Tae continues to lay on her savior from the sewers for several seconds even after she’s addressed. Soon the zombie lifts her head, jaw completely slack -- actually, it’s completely out of place, sticking away as if it were trying to become free from the confines of the flesh.

     “.........Harrghh... Grawr...”

     The girl moans low in response, lifting herself up slowly so that she wouldn’t continue crushing the one underneath her. Wobbling onto two feet she then extends a shaky hand as if to help the other up, staring with widened eyes from a broken face.

     “Aaa...” 

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tzarov‌:

IT’S A WAY OF GETTING HER POINT ACROSS. Not one he can make a face at either, but he kinda got it and subsequently put her down on the boardwalk again.  “HM…”

But setting her down didn’t equal releasing her, and so once he set his sight on something he dragged her along. Their destination was a hot dog trailer quickly abandoned in panic by the approach of what’s more or less a pair of horror-movie escapees. Now, there, he released her.

“GO AND REGALE THYSELF.“ How can anyone doubt his capacity as king when he feeds a beggar like that despite being kicked out of office due to world termination? Checkmate, anti-tzarists and self-doubts.

     Tae is dropped off by the Uber-Tzar service and wobbles before noticing their destination. Soon, her feet are soaked with rivers of drool flooding from trembling lips. The smell was all too much -- though she had already died, Tae may have proposed she’d died and gone to heaven.

     And the large, menacing creature beside her... An angel.

     She looks up, squinting as the obstructed sun illuminates the creature’s form like a halo.

     “Hahhh...” She groans gratefully, hungrily, jumping high into the air.

     For in three minutes flat, all those wieners would be gone.

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romeonce‌:

  Can she please get a waffle? Please? Anyone? No? All right. 

  Reluctantly, Kaoru rouses to wakefulness, keeping her eyes shut as Tae makes her weird noises. Maybe if she doesn’t look, she can get out a few words.

  “ Y… Yes? Is there something you need of me…? ”

     ‘Are you okay?’

     It’s what Tae is attempting to say, but her limited agency as a zombie hinders the execution. Instead, she’s managed to crawl completely out of the sewers and now hovers on all fours above the fallen girl.

     “Aaaaeeuuh... Mmgh... Nn’h..?”

     Another poke, this time to the cheek so graciously turned towards her.

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tzarov‌:

‘THAT’S JUST EXACTLY LIKE THE SHIT that happens to you, Ivan’. A thought somewhat like that is definitely on his mind when the unknown hand emerges into a pale-appearing person that…

does that.

“… THIS CAN’T BE REAL.“ He picks up that starving someone by the back of the shirt like a misbehaving cat. She could try bite his arm from there, but he had some sort of hope eye-contact (don’t ask) would prevent her from doing that. With a groan tired of it already, he addresses her. “ART THOU TRULY STRUCK BY SUCH HUNGER THAT THOU WOULDST FOOLISHLY PUT THY TEETH TO MY SKIN, OR IS THIS ONLY TO OFFEND ME?“ …Maybe that was too eloquent and longwinded?

     The plucking of Yamada Tae is dignified with a single grunt, sans any sort of force or resistance. Like a ragdoll, she hangs, arms and legs like heavy weights as she stares forward towards her giant assailant.

     “...” Hunger. Yes, hunger. That seems to get a response out of her -- namely in the form of opening her mouth wide and letting her tongue flop up and down like a wet slug.

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romeonce‌:

  That’s… not great.

  Kaoru stares at the hand for several moments before breathing in, and…

   … Promptly passes out on the ground. Do the horrors ever end? Apparently not.

     Tae blinks from the shadows, lips perpetually parted as a confused groan quietly slips out. She crawls forward so that her torso at least protrudes out and begins to methodically poke at the fainted person.

      “Ah... Ah...” poke. “Ah....” poke poke. Hello....?!

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songshines‌:

“ Oh, no! Have you been trapped down there this whole time? ”

“ Don’t worry, stranger — I’ll get you out asap! ” Reaching down, Hibiki takes firm hold of the strangely colored limb and tugs. Heave, ho!

     “Mhh...--”

     “Gwuah..!?” Tae feels herself lift upwards -- she’s flying! No, she’s just being pulled up by this girl who turns out to be amazingly strong. Tae’s zombie body flies forward from the forceful tug and collides straight into her savior's own like a sack of meat at 200mph.

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tzarov‌:

DOES HE EVEN HAVE AN ANKLE IN HIS ANATOMY?? Scary hand accompanied by a hungering groan was a first in this city. 

“STOP THAT.“ >:/

     “hUUUUOAH...” Wow! That’s a big...

     ...Fish? Blue, meaty and hard... A zombie is not so picky. The hand is soon replaced by the undead jaws of Yamada Tae, doing their best to wrap around as much Tsar leg as they could.

     Which isn’t much.

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     From the depths of a sewer drain comes ---------- a hand, clammy fingers quickly closing around your ankle. A groan emits from the darkness.

     “Aaaaahhhh.........hngh...”

     She’s hungry.

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     Tae loves... Sakura!

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necromanaging‌:

  Clears throat.

  “ GOOD MORNING!!!!!!!!!!! ”

     “...?”

      “.........”

     “ha................ snore”

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     “Hoo.”

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fibermade‌:

Well, this took a turn for the weird.

“Did you just–…” No, that’s not what she wants to say. She knows exactly what just happened. “… Are you… okay?” Ryuko gawks, well and truly dumbfounded. Was that cup made from glass or porcelain? Either way, it probably won’t feel too great on the way down. Hopefully this girl really is a zombie, because if she isn’t, swallowing dishes will be the end of her.

     Before letting the sweet, sweet shards of glass slide down her detachable throat, Tae lets a few loud crunches ceremoniously pepper the air. It takes a bit of effort, but it all goes down pretty quickly.

    Vacant eyes stare into the two-toned haired girl’s as she sways from side to side idly. 

     “...Ah.”

     Yes, thank you.

     Her hand rises and gently bumps against the other’s shoulder, some kind of awkward mix between a pat and a point. Now that Christmas cheer has been spread to this solemn lady of winter, Tae begins to shamble off to find more lost souls to cheer up.

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fibermade‌:

“Ghk–!!” The sudden arrival of something definitely-not-human causes Ryuko to choke on her own spit. There’s no way she’d be hallucinating zombies after a single drink, right? She blinks several times in rapid succession, wondering if her new ‘friend’ might vanish like a bad dream.

Nope, still there. So, there are walking corpses on this island. Cool!

“Uh… Thanks.” It’s probably not the best idea to accept squid from a dead girl, but she’s made plenty of bad decisions in her time, and it hasn’t killed her yet. Mmm, crunchy! “You want a drink, or…?”

     Tae nods with a “n’ghmmgh,” which roughly translates to “don’t worry about it,” in zombie language. ‘Tis the season for Christmas giving spirit, after all.

     ..................

     She blinks slowly, almost too slowly, at the offer of a drink. How sweet of her to do so... Tae cannot refuse such hospitality, leaning in close as she lets her jaw slack wide open to swallow the glass whole. Usually people are scolding her in order to stop from consuming... who is she to look a gift horse in the mouth?!

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“This one’s for you, Dad. Merry Christmas” She knocks back a festive-looking drink with a single swig, shuddering a bit from the heat of the rum. “Ugh. That shit burns.”

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     Luckily, Tae has just a bit of dried squid to spare from Sakura’s generous present earlier.

     Able to decipher the other’s shudder, she offers a piece, several already filling her mouth. This will help.

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"Tae-chan! Merry Christmas!" Fumbling with a bag she'd been carrying around, she dumped a whole bunch of dried squid on the ground in front of her zombie companion with a smile.

     “Uuu... Uuaaoo.... Uaaaaa...!!!!”

     Horrifying howls of delight grow ever louder as the enormity of her gifted squid pile becomes more and more apparent.

     “UOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOHHHH!!!!” This is the best gift EVER! Sakura is thusly thanked with a big, slimy, sloppy lick to the face! YAY!!!!!!

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ravenpawn‌:

You think that’s a yes. You’re not sure, you don’t speak Zombie. Is Zombie a real language? You’d think that, if you were an actually competent necromancer, you would know how to speak Zombie.

You feel the connection between yourself and the spell in your brain, like a lingering thought you’re constantly reminding yourself of to make sure you don’t forget. You take a deep breath, and let the feeling float away. The zombie should feel back to normal now.

You’re not sure what to do now. You could just leave, but do you trust her to keep her promise? You’re worried about letting her bite other people, and also about someone lashing out at her. She seems to have more cognition than the zombies of the festival, but not as much as your other zombie friend. Either way, you’re worried that other people won’t realize her intelligence until it’s too late.

❝Um… do you… have a home? Do you… want to, uh… come with me?❞

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     It takes a second to notice, but Tae is happy to be able to move around again on her own accord. She celebrates and tests her motor skills with a few shakes of the hand, the elbow, then the arm. Everything seems to be in check! This is good, now she can make it to FranChouChou’s next practice lesson...

     ...Whenever that was. 

     Wherever that was.

     If, ever, it would even be a thing at all!

     Tae’s wandering thought process is interrupted by the stranger’s inquiries. Come with her? Home...? Of course upon arrival she had been given coordinates to her own place, but they were quickly consumed without so much as a glance. 

     “...Ah.”

     Tae takes a step forward -- not to eat her, this time, promise! She bows her head in a sort of half-nod gesture. Right now, following this kind girl along seemed to be the best option.