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[Hello there, everyone! I've been out of the country and I seem to be a little behind with drafts and such. If you could like this post or send me a message if you want to start/continue a thread that would be awesome. Thank you!]
All the same【EventOpen】
Wiping away human blood from his face, Nanaya watched the ink fluctuate upon his acquaintance’s face. It was almost ominous, but that was quickly forgotten. His eyes could see past the mask. This person had a death that could be easily dealt by his hand and that was all he needed to know. “Precisely. It’s like picking between ripe and unripened fruit. I will partake of the ripe fruit because it satisfies my tastes. But, I will keep that unripe fruit for later until it can appease me.”
Without morals. Without remorse. In his eyes, people were as he said, fruit. A bounty of the earth meant for him to enjoy in whatever manner he deemed fit. While he didn’t know how this person worked with people, Nanaya was usually alone. However, he was not against working with someone to further his goal. There were other people like him wandering around. Looking for a cure that is.
“Alright then, Nobody. Yes. I am searching for a cure. Research is not my strong point so all I can do is cripple the masses so that they can be cured. What about you? A pacifist searching for a cure or a self proclaimed hero looking to destroy the infestation to save those who are alive? I don’t care either way.”
The inked man didn't know that he seemed ominous. He could feel it somehow, though. That he was meant to punish the bad. To serve justice onto others. But Walter knew that they couldn't kill. That the hiding had given birth to the ink man, because Walter wasn't allowed to hurt others. He was a good kid. He wasn't a problem. Not the inked man, though. The inked man was something different altogether.
A slight pause as the inked man thought. "Just someone here to balance the scales." But of course, this guy didn't care. Looking back at the trail of zombies, Walter could see that they had all been coming from the direction. Same direction could mean the source. And if they could find the source... they could find the cure.
Pointing in that direction, Walter spoke quietly. "They're coming from there. Might be the source. Might also be where we can find a cure..." He began to walk ahead. Nanaya could follow if he wanted to, or not. The inked man wasn't going to hold his hand and drag him there.
Hero or Guardian, It's All The Same [SOF Event/Open]
Dexter fell for the trick easily. All that mattered to him was making Person stop moving so that he could properly eat him to make him stop being a threat! This Person, Dexter could tell, was trouble. Trouble to Dexter, and that was all that mattered. Intelligence was apparently very single minded.
So, he ran. Well, it was more of a limp, slide, drag sort of thing, but at least he was moving towards Person. Occasionally he would lunge in attack, but would just end up stumbling and drooling a bit. Dexter was almost to the other end of the hall when Intelligence told him that it might be a good idea to find a slower victim. He began to look around and grumble softly to himself.
He was losing him. The zombie was near brain dead, but it wasn't that stupid. It would go off. Find someone slower. Make its job easier. Walter couldn't let that happen. Good kids who followed the Lord wouldn't let others get hurt. And Walter was a good kid. So he slowed down, and walked towards the grey-haired zombie.
"Follow me. Come on." Slowly inching his way to the other, the inked man looked at his surroundings. There! The nurse's office. And through the window, a box of syringes. Where they the right ones? Hopefully. Kicking the door open, the inked man reached for the syringes and eyed Dexter, waiting for an opening. If this didn't work... well, he'd just have to cripple the zombie and try again.
[ZOMBIE OPEN]
Clover inhaled deeply, she could smell the blood and it only made her hunger more for that sweet sweet flesh. She grinned widely,blood dripping from the holes in her mouth that used to be filled by teeth. Her giggles were drowned in the liquid and as she turned to finish off her playful prey her eyes widened. It was running away! Just where did it think it was going? Clover shrieked at the stupid meal for running, blood splattering onto the floor as she began to run after him, her limp slowing her down a considerable amount.
It was a good thing the zombie girl was limping. Otherwise he'd have to give her a limp himself. But through the corridors he ran forward. This way was strangely empty. No other zombies. No other people. Just emptiness. It would have been creepy, except that it didn't matter much to the inked man. On and on they went... until the inked man saw an office. Syringes on the table. Without pause, he opened the door and slammed it shut. Grabbing a needle, he looked at it behind the mask. Would it work? Maybe.
Hero or Guardian, It's All The Same [SOF Event/Open]
This was getting ridiculously out of hand. Enough time had passed with the gas spreading out throughout the school for Wally to notice one very important thing: it wasn’t affecting everyone. There must be something in the chemical structure of the gas, that potentially responded to a person’s genetic structure and then determined whether or not they would change or not. Apparently - Wally didn’t have this whatever it was, and for once, Wally was glad to be lacking that “special something.”
He was still trying to find the room the gas was coming from, as that would be where the cure was, but he couldn’t focus on that alone. There were students and faculty everywhere trying to fight off the zombie horde, and he had to help them.
“No more hurting people. No more games. Let them go.”
Wally had stopped in front of a door, more zombies coming towards him, when it suddenly opened behind him, and what did he see? Another masked vigilante! He couldn’t help but grin, getting into a stance himself.
“You messed up the design on your mask there a bit, dude, but it’s cool, it’s cool. Let’s just get these guys outta the way and try to find the cure, you with me?”
And with that Wally leaped forward, throwing a punch, just hard enough to knock a zombified student out, and kicked another - they had to just get them out of the way, not hurt them too much!
Never a social creature, Walter was used to fighting on his own. Boxing was a solo sport, and so was solo gymnastics. But the horde was too much for one person, and he was glad to see another face. Or another mask, as it were. Socking a zombie in the jaw as it lunged for the other and sidestepping another before sending an elbow hard into its back, Walter thought back on who this one was. The head of that group... Young Justice. The ink shifted, forming an almost smile. How fitting.
"Not messed up. Just made it more interesting." A zombie began to run straight at him, leading the inked man to run at the corpse himself and vault over it. A well-placed kick sent the undead thing sprawling, and Walter nodded at the other. "I'm with you. We have to get these people cured. Fast."
This hallway was clear of zombies for now, so they both had some thinking room. "Where would the gas come from...?" It was more a question to himself than anything. The gas had come into the home ec room through the slits, and when he'd opened the door there had been no wind to let it travel. But the zombies had all been shambling in from the left-hand side of the hallway. Mask shifting until it looked almost a lightbulb, Walter pointed it out. "They're coming in from that side. Means what caused it is probably coming from there, too." He wasn't gonna go in first, though. Let Mr. Leader have that honor. Walter could play on a team. He was a good kid.
Hero or Guardian, It's All The Same [SOF Event/Open]
[ trucy couldn’t believe it.
the whole academy had ascended into chaos as students and staff had completely transformed into monsters overnight. it was like something out of a horror movie and even the female couldn’t believe her eyes. she had seen some extraordinary things in her lifetime… but not to that extent!!
she had attempted to fight her way through the hordes of living undead using her trusty baton she had found back in her dorm ( thank god she hadn’t left without her magician gear! ); although a little ineffective, it was at least an adequate enough weapon to defend herself through the dangerous corridors. running down the hallway, her breaths quick and footsteps heavy with weariness, just as she thought she had reached the sanctuary of a classroom, the force of a hand’s grip took hold of her arm. ]
” eeeeeeeeek!! “ [ the infected student’s face was sunken, pale with bloodshot eyes staring into her and jaws open, ready to lunge at her forearm, until— ] ” BAM! “ [ the sound of a door slamming open interrupted his actions, allowing trucy to stick the baton between her and the zombie’s jaw. she turned to the masked stranger; finally, someone who could help her! ] ” please, help me, mister!! i can’t fend him off for much longer!! “
The girl was using nothing but a baton to fight back against the zombie. The inked man cocked his head and looked at the scene. The ink was swirling, like two black eyes. Quietly, Walter wondered why it seemed like the ink was almost crawling, but the inked man didn't wonder anything. He knew what he had to do. His voice was almost a growl now. "Let go of the baton... now."
Lunging forward, the inked man threw a punch at the zombie's mouth. All it did was bloody the creature up a bit, making it even madder than before. It growled and screamed like an angry ape before charging at him again. One movement, steeling his position. A second movement, arms outstretched. A third movement, catching a forehead in one hand and a jaw in the other.
It took all of Walter's strength, and the inked man's as well. But they both heard a snap, and the zombie's jaw would not clamp down. Hurling the undead person at the wall, Walter gestured towards the magician. "We run. Now. Nurse's office, or outside. It'll be safer."
[ZOMBIE OPEN]
Okay Clover was perfectly alright with playing with her food, but when her food started to fight back? That’s where she drew the bloody line. She hissed at the kick to the face stumbling backwards a few feet. Even as a zombie that had hurt considerably. She shrieked at the stupid human before charging in and haphazardly swinging her ax, one straight slice at his chest and bringing it back to swipe at his feet, still attempting to cut him into tiny little pieces.
Eat or be eaten. Fight or die. Survival of the fittest. The ink man was all instinct now, and Walter's thoughts and voices were barely a whisper. Sidestepping one, moving around a second. It was like dancing, except more brutal. Walter felt the blade graze his shirt. Not too hard, but blood was beginning to flow. The ink was changing now, masking Walter's pain. He had to stop it. Had to stop HER. But not killing. Could he cure it, though? Maybe the nurse. Maybe... Without glancing back, he ran. But slow enough she could keep pace. Walter had to help her. Walter had to bring justice, and right the wrongs. He was a good kid.
Hero or Guardian, It's All The Same [SOF Event/Open]
Dexter watched Person talk to Specimen and that made him mad! Person didn’t smell like Dexter did, yet maybe Person was trying to take Specimen for Person’s self? Dexter didn’t like that! Even with Dexter’s sluggish, weak pace, Dexter stepped it up a notch and lunged with a bit more oomf, but Dexter was still easily knocked over by the low kick. Dexter groaned and. Due to Intelligence telling Dexter to get mad and invigorated, Dexter was able to pick up Dexter’s self swiftly.
Now Dexter was very mad! Dexter moaned to tell Person this. Dexter didn’t like Person’s moving face or Person’s voice or Person’s stance. Dexter did not like Person. So, he lunged and scratched at Person trying to gain leverage to get a few bites in. The biting was no longer because Intelligence said that flesh was good, now it was self defense! Dexter was being attacked and by all means would Dexter put a stop to it.
No, this guy wasn't much of an athlete, was he? Slow and easily felled... but he was getting mad. It really was a bull fight. But Walter wasn't the kind of person to get cocky. That was for other people. He knew better. Had been taught better. He had to fell or cure this guy before he could lay down his guard. The other was moaning again. Did it mean anything? Probably not.
Now he had to fight again. Dodging, weaving, dancing around the zombie. He threw one jab to the face, and then another. His arms were scratched a bit now, but Walter didn't really mind if the ink man didn't mind. There had to be a way to help, though. A place to get medicine. The nurse's office? Maybe... Walter retreated backwards, step by step, before running off. Not so fast that the zombie couldn't follow, though. He needed to make sure the stranger could still tail him. It made things that much easier.
[ZOMBIE OPEN]
Her grip on the ax was to tight to succumb to the force of his kicks. The two might as well have been welded together. She wasn’t letting that ax go and that was certain. And the jabs to the face? They made her laugh, a cackling laugh that, even though they hurt and probably knocked out a few teeth, made her enjoy the moment even more. This was very very fun. Clover had always loved playing with her food before eating. She cracked her neck with a sickening twist and crunch, appearing as it was about to break of it’s hinges. Her smile widened and she charged again, this time sidestepping and sweeping at the man’s feet, attempting to take out those bothersome legs of his. They had tried to seperate her from her precious ax.
Her grip on the axe just wouldn't budge. It seemed the living dead were stronger than they'd thought. Her mouth looked a little bloody now, but she didn't seem to mind. The ink was more wolflike now. More savage. It had to be, to take on this killer. The girl cracked her neck, but the ink man barely took notice. She moved forward to swipe at his legs, but the ink man simply tucked his legs underneath to jump upwards. As he jumped up, the masked boy kicked both legs out at the zombie, hoping to catch her chin or face. Still, he was trained, but not well enough. Flipping over made the ink man hit the ground. Hard. Walter winced in pain, but managed to pull himself up again. He had to keep fighting. Take this one out, or cure her.
All the same【EventOpen】
This was a rather lightly infested hallway. Before long, Nanaya had turned the zombies into a bunch of annoying ankle biters. Arms and legs had to be broken it seems to make it easier. But, his stroll was interrupted by a presence behind him. Tapping his shoulder signaled it was someone competent, hopefully. A sigh escaped his lips. Who was this? Some weird creature he had never seen before.
“I suppose I would have to explain it to someone. I am willing to—” Nanaya was interrupted by a zombie dragging itself toward the person he was talking to. A swift kick to the face caused its neck to break and he let out a sigh. “help these zombies. Death when faced by such monstrosities is pointless and empty. Killing the living is exciting. Killing the dead is just tedious.” Nanaya’s explanation would more than likely make no sense to anyone. “Curing these people will allow them to experience true death unlike these zombies that already feel nothing.”
“Nanaya Shiki by the way. Call me Nanaya. And who might you be? I’m sure with that fancy mask you’ll give me some secret identity you’ve cooked up.”
Not a creature. Just a boy with a mask of ink. But he listened intently to the other, bloody as he was. So this one was a killer. One who enjoyed killing. And there was no fun for him in killing the dead. Walter seethed inwardly, but the ink man stayed firm. It made sense. A twisted sort of sense, but there was logic. "You're saving them for later, because it's no fun for you now."
He paused. The ink man was not a team player. He had just been born, but he knew that working together would be... difficult. Especially with a killer. Walter still had morals, and the ink man was not friendly. But together, perhaps they could find a cure. They say the end justifies the means. Perhaps it is true. Cocking his head to one side, the ink man shook his head. "I am nobody you need to know, so just call me Nobody." Which sounded wrong, for now... but it would stay.
He pointed at the zombies. "If this is a disease... then there must also be a cure." A statement, not a question. "Are you looking for it?"
Hero or Guardian, It's All The Same [SOF Event/Open]
This was not he expected when he applied for Tancho.
Dexter was a new transfer student. He’d been to a few classes here and there, but he had barely been attending the academy a week before he walked right into some sort of gas explosion as he was reading. He coughed and sputtered a bit, suddenly feeling quite uncomfortable. He paid it no mind and continued to walk, his nose buried in some advanced book.
There was only a few minutes before he was continuously walking into a wall and the words on the page didn’t make any sense! He moved to fix his glasses, but found that his coordination was far worse than usual. Like, he hit his face with his hand missing his glasses entirely. A moment later, his book hit the ground and he found that he was in an intense amount of pain! How strange. He wanted to call out, but that urge was overridden by some voice in his head saying that he should give flesh a taste. Well, okay, he wasn’t about to ignore his intelligence. If it said human flesh was great, than human flesh was great! Okay, so now he had a plan. Where should he go next?
He wandered over down some corridor Dexter couldn’t recognize. Actually, he couldn’t recognize anything! Anything except for the students running down the halls. They were his targets! Now, it should be said that Dexter is an extremely physically weak individual. He had always been the slowest in P.E. and watching him try to climb a rope may had been the most hilarious thing to witness.
He lept at many people, missing them completely, before he finally grabbed hold of some poor girl and ended up crashing into the door of some room. His “Intelligence” was telling Dexter that she was the perfect specimen to taste. Dexter was just inches away from taking an experimental nibble when the door swung open and knocked him off of his balance. He still clung to the girl, but now Dexter’s attention was elsewhere. At some person without a face, it seemed. But he… it spoke and Dexter wasn’t sure what it was saying. Dexter didn’t like this very much, this was hurting Dexter’s head! Dexter let go of Specimen and spun towards Person. Intelligence said that Person would taste good too. Dexter listened to Intelligence and lunged slowly at Person. “Blaaughghgrngahg.” Dexter said, meaning to say ‘Intelligence wants me to eat you. No hard feelings.’
So many transfer students. So many people coming in... and so many people turning. What did it? Walter remembered the air smelling funny. But he hadn't minded. Hadn't really cared about the smell. Must have been the cause. Made everyone sick. But now he had to fight it. Had to help everyone. Didn't mean he had to play nice, though. There was... power in this. Nobody knew who he was. He could do whatever he liked. Not really, though. He was good. He had to be.
The grey-haired person was groaning and mumbling. No real words. Probably a side effect. Seemed bookish. Not much of a fighter. Not much of a challenge. Then again, so did Walter. Walter in his too-big uniform. Walter with his hand-me-down bag. Walter with his watery blue eyes. Dutiful Walter. Obedient Walter. The good kid Walter. Not this man with his ink face. He had power. He was not afraid. He would do what was right... but Walter said no. Help the others. They could be saved. So the ink man would only incapacitate. Fine by him.
As Dexter rushed forward, the ink man sidestepped him like a matador. He moved towards the girl, and gestured to one of the empty rooms. "No one here at this time of day. Hide in there. Arm yourself. Don't let anyone in." Frightened, she scarcely nodded before running off. Turning, the ink was shifting. It looked like a battle mask now. Fierce and angry. But the voice stayed the same. "Not gonna kill you. But this will hurt... if you can still feel it." One step. Another. Then a low kick, to try and sweep the zombie off its feet.
[ZOMBIE OPEN]
Put down the ax? This boy was funny. It was going to be fun chopping him into pieces and listening to him scream as she devoured him. Her giggles turned into an ear-splitting shriek as she charged forward, still limping with her left foot from earlier encounters. She stopped just in front of the delicious smelling boy and swung the ax at his midsection, attempting to get a clean slice and end this quickly. Though her body was tensed in case retaliation came her way.
Didn't seem like she would put it down. But she wasn't a fighter, that much was obvious. Good. As she made to swing at his midsection, Walter bent over backwards, his feet kicking upwards to try and take the axe out of her hands before completing the flip. His scholarship had been well given. No thinking now, though. Stepping forward, he sent two straight jabs at her face. Left and right. Bam bam. Step backwards, watch and wait.
[ZOMBIE OPEN]
[wanders down the hallway in search of someone else to play with, her ax dragging along the ground, blood dripping from the fresh wounds in her back]
[she gave a slight giggle and turned the nearest corner hoping that following the growing scent of human flesh would lead her to a nice meal]
The boy in his moving mask saw her coming. The giggling. The smell of blood. The axe. She was one of them. But she could still be saved. He knew it. The Lord knew it too. So he would just incap her. Make her sleep.
"Stay away. I don't want to hurt you." Or else he could get in trouble. "Put down the axe. NOW."
All the same【EventOpen】
Tancho Academy was a decent sub-par school. But. Everything changed when zombies were thrown into the mix. Now it was just a smorgasbord of the dead killing the living. This wasn’t the kind of killing that Nanaya preferred. The dead needed to stay as they were, dead. Walking down the halls with the most disgusted look on his face. Zombies limped and ran toward their end as they approached him. But he didn’t kill them. No. Instead, he broke their legs as they approached and he left them behind. They would simply have to be cured of their disease so Nanaya could grant them a true death.
Eventually, he came across students. Helpless students that had suffered injuries. Nanaya had enough knowledge to know how this always turned out. Their pleas for help asking him to get the nurse fell upon deaf ears. Humans when faced with death have the most wonderful faces. Any being truly alive when faced with death were at their most satisfying for him.
Instantaneously, he passed through the group of injured students and left them for dead. Throats split open with his knife, his twisted sneer returned to his face. Perhaps he would have to explain himself later, but when faced with more zombies, his knife would stay hidden. Kill the infected living, cripple the zombies, and looking for a cure.
“I will save you to kill you another day.” The sentence slipped out as he left more zombies unable to walk.
Behind the trail of blood was a boy in a mask. The ink moved. Changed. Breathed with its wearer. Hid his emotions... not that his face didn't hide that already. But there was shock. So much blood. So many dead. And the zombies? All crippled. Walter wouldn't kill, though. He would have helped the hurt. He was a good Christian kid. They'd told him so, and he knew it was the Lord's work to help.
It didn't make sense, though. Why cripple zombies if you had the way to kill them? Unless... they could be saved. Which they should do. Walter went to school with these people. Why not save them? But he saw someone up ahead with a knife in his hand, and things clicked. He walked up to the other, and tapped his shoulder.
"You killed the people... not the zombies." His voice was low and guttural now. Hide his face. Hide his identity. No one would know. "Did you think you could save them?"
Hero or Guardian, It's All The Same [SOF Event/Open]
The Home Economics room was quiet at this time of day. Only Walter was inside, testing a new cloth. Oil between wax paper, and then heated. He couldn't say why he did it. Curiosity, maybe. He'd seen something similar online. Had seemed interesting. Maybe he could show the teacher. It moved and writhed, like an animal. Like it lived. Made all sorts of interesting shapes. Just like those cards... what were they?
A crash made him turn. Something at the door. There were little windows, and he looked through. Classmates. People he knew. But... different, somehow. Acting strange. Pale. Odd. And they were attacking others, he could see that. Were they sick? Walter thought. People were being hurt. As a good person, it was his Christian duty to help others. Help the injured, help the sick. However... The boxing club leader had said he'd be kicked out if he hurt others. But what if...?
Looking at the cloth, he knew what he had to do. Tying it over his face, he opened the door and got into a boxing stance. It would hide his face... but also made it hard to see. "No more hurting people. No more games." He made his voice growl, to make it harder to figure out who he was. "Let them go."
[Hey everyone! Just a heads-up. I’m going to be in New York for the next two weeks, so I may not be able to access the internet as often as I might like. If you want to start something when I come back, or continue a thread, please don’t hesitate to message me! That’s on this account, Vario Kraatz, and Walter Kovacs. Thanks!]
[ intro / open ! ! ! ] survivor
“People might think it might be an easy class. Some others… haven’t learned about sex education in their middle school years, and some others just might be curious.”
Public morals, boxing, and gymnastics…
Those weren’t things she knew boys normally took. Was the boy an athlete? Maybe.
“You’re not a Sophomore, Kovacs-san?”
"... I see."
It had never interested him, and Walter probably knew far too much about sex already. Much more than he wanted to know, for sure. Let other people do that. As long as they didn't practice it, it was none of his business. He couldn't help but find it a little gross, though. Or more than a little.
"I'm a junior, yes... although some say I seem a little younger."
