Fly me to the moon, and let me play among the stars!~
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Post by Star Ryder on Jul 8, 2016 5:55:12 GMT
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Sentinel Hill was experiencing a traffic jam because of an accident. Not a traditional highway accident, but because of a laboratory accident that resulted in the creation of frozen zombies. Somehow, an alert to the Initiative for heroes got through to both the military and news networks, and a mixture of Apache attack helicopters and news choppers were swarming the quarantine zone.
Approaching by land was the Space Cowgirl "Star Ryder." Riding upon a stardust steed, the hero took the mission because she knew the person who made the call... Dr. Fitzgerald, she wanted to save as many people as possible, and she had been binging the Walking Dead series. After presenting the identification to military personnel, she made her way to the commander's tent.
"Ah, Miss Ryder-" Annabelle quickly stopped her. "Actually... My last name is Cloudia. C-L-O-U-D-I-A. Star Ryder's my hero name, y'know?" "S-sorry Miss Cloudia... Anyways, we have a situation-" Annabelle reached for her gun and spun it in her hands. "Zombies, ain't it?! And from what I heard Dr. Fitzgerald used MY cryogenic chamber in order to try to make Cryogenics a thang on earth, yeah? I ain't having that, no sir. Where's the rascal?" The commander sighed. "He's in the medical tent... He received blunt force trauma from a coworker that thought he was a zombie." Annabelle looked concerned. "He's not been bit or scratched has he?" The general shook his head. "No, thank goodness... And on top of that, they may also be able to transmit it via touch from our records... We can't hit them with standard guns, the ice breaks them... We're losing a lot of men and we need to get this thing contained and eliminated." Annabelle looked over towards the crowds gathering outside. "We may have a bigger problem... Some militia were on their way to 'help ya out' and I saw some Zombie Rights activists." "You're kidding." Annabelle shook her head and the commander wept into his hands.
This was going to be a wild ride...
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Post by Will-O-Wisp on Jul 9, 2016 1:29:57 GMT
 Cornelia was late to the party. Also on foot. She had to push and shove through the crowd of hippies (she had to gut punch a few people to get them to move) that had started picketing the military line. She saluted smartly to the guards behind the barriers, flashed her badge (because normally she was simply following Morricone and everyone let him pass without asking questions but apparently Will-O-Wisp by herself was too rare a sight to remember). She made her way to the commander's tent, opened the flap and entered to be greeted by judging faces that had that "Who the hell is that chick" look. A sign was made discreetly and a soldier in a corner started to move towards her while everyone was returning to their affairs.
"AHEM."
The heads turned back to her and she flashed her badge again. This was getting a bit insulting.
"Will-O-Wisp, Initiative Agent. My presence was requested by the C.O. here."
She looked around at the astonished faces of the higher ups and one of them, older, less surprised, detached himself from the group and shook her hand briefly before quickly retracting it. Corny was a bit pissed at the treatment she was receiving since she arrived on the grounds and that had made her temperature rise and she could have burned his hand off if she hadn't thought about at the last second. Come on, they had ALL seen her at least two or three times... was she just a faceless henchwoman standing behind the Huckster? Ugh. She leaned to the left and saw a familiar face speaking with a familiarier face. She pushed aside the pencil-pushing high ranked old man and made her way to Annabelle.
"Good Morning Commander, Hello Anna!"
"Ah, Will-O-Wisp, glad you could make it"
"Wisp will do. Wouldn't have missed even if the world was on fire, sir, no pun intended,. I'm sorry to say I hadn't been briefed on the situation, only that you requested my being here"
"This morning, at o-seven-hundred, an outbreak of violent-"
"No disrespect, sir, but can you do me a Short Version?"
"Frozen Zombies, Wisp. I thought it'd be in your... area of expertise."
"Sweet, thank you sir."
She grabbed at a chair and sat down besides Annabelle, a smile on her face, completely nerding out at the thought of fighting a horde of zombies. She'd been hooked on Left for Dead for the past couple of weeks and had even watched the old Dawn of the Dead the previous evening so she was kinda in the mood for zombies and was glad the Commander had requested her by name : finally a chance to shine on her own. She was primed and ready to head to battle and Annabelle was here so if push came to shove she had someone she knew she could rely on, which was never a bad thing. Cornelia was simply waiting for the Go word to go unleash fiery re-death on the icy undead threat.
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"I should change my name to Scarecrow"
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Post by Boogey on Jul 9, 2016 6:51:00 GMT
 Zombie fantasies with the big bad boogeyman. But it looks like Zombies would be the only thing the boogeyman finds today.
Riding through the streets in his brand new 2016 Dodge Charger, hellcat to me more precise, Zanii was heading towards the laboratory where a zombie outbreak had broke out. Of course, he stole that information and the vehicle from a innocent, but now dead hero who was heading over there. The hero just happened to be in the wrong place at the right time, because Zanii's day was becoming very dull. Finding this information out was sure to spice his day up, but he would hope that no one recognizes him.
Approaching a group of people, Zanii sucked his teeth. He wanted this to be a smooth trip into the laboratory, fight some zombies and call it a night, but these peace loving hippies had to show up. He honked his horn several times, but no one seemed to budge. It was gonna look pretty shady if he ran over these guys, so he had to play this smart. Getting out the car, he equipped the two Desert Eagles he had just bought from the market. He got them on the way there because he already knew he couldn't use his scythe here. To many people would question it, so he had to do the smart thing.
He began pushing throw the crowd, some pushed back, but a little punch to the jaw put them down fast. Reaching the front of the crowd, a blockade of armed guards stood there with ice cold faces. He knew he couldn't just walk pass, so he pulled out his fancy papers and walked to the nearest guard. "MR.HOTSHOT! FOLLOW ME PLEASE!" Zanii hadn't even bother to look at the papers to see what his name was gonna be for the day, but good thing this guy did or else he'd look stupid.
Following closely behind the guard, they approached a room full of tent. The guard enter the tent, but shortly after came right out. He motioned for Zanii to enter the tent. Entering the tent, he greeted by a woman "Well, glad you could join us Mr.Hotshot." She looked like she was in charge of this whole thing, so he smiled at her. "It's no problem at all, I've always wanted to fight some zombies." Leaving it at that, he grabbed an empty seat and listen to what was going on. He didn't know what his disguise's powers were, but he thought the paper with his information on it might know. If it didn't, he'd simply be fucked.
Star Ryder, Will-O-Wisp
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Post by Star Ryder on Jul 16, 2016 5:22:37 GMT
 Everybody that was coming in now was all Annabelle really wanted here at the moment. She waved at the other two to come over. Honestly, if their powers were all suited for it, this would work amazingly. She cleared her throat and addressed the commander.
"Commander, sir, if you could handle the protesters and militia, I'm pretty sure we can handle everything. Unless you have some guys equipped with flamethrowers that you'd be willin' to throw our way. But, I'm pretty sure Corny here can handle them just fine, yeah? Also, Hotshot, right? Why do they call ya that? Thinkin' yer good with a pistol or somethin'?"
Annabelle chuckled and waved them off. "Alright, Miss Cloudia. I'll be sure to throw some your way for support. Now then... To give the orders..." The commander got up and saluted the trio before walking off towards the men. In a few seconds, men were addressing the problem of the zombie rights activists and eager militiamen.
Annabelle wiped her brow of sweat before turning towards Cornelia. "Hey, is it hot in here to ya? Iunno, maybe it's just my experience with the military... Then again..." She never really finished her thought before turning towards the supposed "hotshot". Still being fairly new to the Initiative, she didn't have the slightest idea that he was not who he said he was.
"Anyways, thank ya for joining us, Hotshot! These zombies oughta be toast by the time we get our hands on 'em. Wait, should we call 'em zeds? Maybe walkers... I'm not exactly sure what we should call them..." At this point her hands were eagerly reaching for the laser pistols. "Ready when y'all are!"
Will-O-Wisp ,Boogey
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Jul 16, 2016 17:54:51 GMT
Post by Will-O-Wisp on Jul 16, 2016 17:54:51 GMT
Hot? Cornelia shrugged. She didn't really feel temperature unless it was too cold for her tastes. Her body could produce outstanding levels of heat but she kept that under control and had calmed down after almost melting the other guy's hand so it was also unlikely it was because of her.
"How about "Targets"? They're just animated lumps of frozen meat. Come on, we'll have this wrapped up before diner anyway."
Will-O-Wisp got up, stretched her imaginary muscles and pushed aside the tent flap while muttering "Mission... Start!" to herself. She saw the cleared up road swarming with soldiers until the end or their perimeters with small towers manned by flamethrower wielding guys. Past that, we had the classic swarm of abandoned cars that went up to the facility. Corny hoped the hostiles hadn't had time to move out of the zone too much. She exited the perimeter laid down by the military and jumped on top of the first car she saw. Se put her hand to her forehead to shield her eyes from the sun and scout the masses of vehicles that separated her from the conveniently labelled Red Zone. No tango in sight, she jumped to the next vehicle, a big yellow Hummer. The sunroof was open and... Corny had landed straight in it. She fell on the driver's side and landed in an awkward position with her back to the steering wheel. She exclaimed something that would've been bleeped on TV and struggled to get back up. Without realizing it she leaned on the wheel and applied enough pressure to honk the horn. The owner was probably a Dukes of Hazzard fan because the blaring sound that echoed throughout the empty highway was none other than a Dixie horn. Corny swore again and managed to get up and out through the sunroof... and then she heard the sound. That frightening moaning she had heard is so many horror movies. She saw movements among the cars in the distance.
"That's not so bad, now we won't have to look for them."
The sentence was accompanied by a short, nervous chuckle. Her plan was to let herself be grabbed by the mob of undead and let them tear her down to shreds like they do in the movies... except that as soon as her skin gets breached, her magical bodily envelope would disappear and let her fiery form be free to char them to a crisp... but that shape-shift, if we can call it that, happened so quickly when the spiritual body was damaged that it looked like a water balloon bursting... except in that case it was a fiery explosion. Good thing Morricone's spell was pretty strong and reshaped itself after a couple of minutes. She was virtually immortal.
"What I'll do will seem recklessly stupid, suicidal even, but whatever happens, and I cannot stress this enough, don't try to "save" me"
And Cornelia set off again, stopped and turned back, all smiles.
"Except, of course, if I ask you to do so. In which case, please do save me hahaha."
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Jul 21, 2016 19:43:25 GMT
Post by Boogey on Jul 21, 2016 19:43:25 GMT
Everyone took this like some sort of military mission, these were frozen zombies, it's not like they had guns or something. Well, if they did, that would be amazing. The amount of excitement that would pass through his body would be completely overwhelming. Anything zombies just made him feel like he was in his favorite show. It sounds ridiculous, but he was always a huge fan of The Walking Dead. It was just flat out amazing. He didn't know anything that could beat that show, but he doubt anyone would try and do it.
He looked towards the girl asking the question, he had guns with him, so he guess he was going to have to tie the name to shooting. "My shooting is crazy good. I never miss, no matter what. He wasn't a terrible shot. When he was younger, he was taught how to shoot in multiple forms. He was even taught how to curve a bullet's trajectory, so living up to what he said wasn't going to be hard.
He wonder if Hotshot had any powers. If he did, Zanii was going to have to think of some big lie if they ask why he isn't using it. If they found out who he actually was, he would be in great danger. He was going to have to prepare for the worst. If they found out, the lady who seemed like she was in charge would have to be his hostage. He was sure they'd let him escape if he had her, but that's only for the worst. For now, he just had to be on his toes and worry about the zombies. "Let's call those bastards Zeds." He didn't know why, but Zeds sounded really good to him. He would've said walkers, but that sounded a little to fan-boyish.
He looked over to the woman who didn't seem to be as sociable as the one named Miss Claudia. The other one, Cornelia, just sat there in her own world. Hearing her words, Zanii let off a devilish smile, he didn't really plan on saving anyone. He was just going to go full force on those zombies. It was going to be every man for themselves out there and he didn't plan on changing it.
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Post by Star Ryder on Aug 2, 2016 18:41:45 GMT
 Annabelle shrugged and grinned at at the response. "Probably not as good as me, considering you're only a D-Rank, but whatever, Hotshot." And she was gone out to the other side. She groaned and picked up her guns nd cocked them and looked over at Hotshot.
"So, let's get this going, yeah? Basically, these scientists used the technology that frozre me over 150 years in order to try to start a cryogenic thing. I'll be needing to head inside of there and make sure it ain't still running and causing a virus or something. So, we need to kill this threat, and I need to turn off or fix the machine, then we can go on our merry way, alright?" She turned away and exited out the door and reached the area that was blocked off for quarantine. She held up a key that was handed to her by the general and was reaching for the lock when suddenly...
A zombie slammed up against the gate and was moaning, completely covered in ice. Annabelle promptly fired a shot into the thing's skull. Thankfully, the laser was hot enough to pierce through the ice and as a result, caused the reanimated corpse to collapse and shatter.
"Well dang that was pretty anticlimactic. Uh... Let me think... You two just be ready to unleash Hell on these things. I'm seeing... Wow that's actually a lot, goddamn. Uh... 50- no, 100? No wait that's like 500 Jesus Christ." She turned to them after unlocking the door and shrugged. "Corny, you'll need to help Hotshot by making an area where he can shoot. From the reports the general told me, the ice can stop bullets. Once you thaw it down to the flesh, Hotshot should be able to land a shot in the brain and kill it. Of course, you get you in some kills too."
Annabelle kicked the door open and removed a retro-futuristic gun from her back and turned a crank before pulling the trigger and sending a scattered amount of laser bolts at the zombies. She turned towards the two and waved them to come inside. "MAKE SURE YA REMEMBER YER MANNERS AND CLOSE THE DOOR! THE INITIATIVE SAID TO END IT, NOT SPREAD IT!" A walker crept up behind her and she promptly rolled to the side and sent a shot straight through its head. This was fun!
Will-O-Wisp ,Boogey
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Post by Will-O-Wisp on Aug 8, 2016 4:47:44 GMT
Killing zombies is never not fun, that's why they're called zombies. Will-o entered seconds after Anna and promptly shut the door and engaged the electromagnetic lock behind Hotshot. Alright. Mission Start. She dashed in front of Anna and kicked back a Z-head who flew back and fell over on some of it's partners, slowing the mob's advance through the narrow entrance hallway. Now that they were clumped up in a bundle, Cornie smiled, cracked her knuckles and started running toward the group of Popsicles, stepped on the fallen one and jumped over their heads to land in the middle of the group.
"Fire in the hole!"
This was going to be her first unleash in a long time. She grimaced at the chilly grip as a dozen pair of hands grabbed at her clothes, hair and skin. She felt the strength of their frozen fingers pulling her in all directions. Here it comes, she thought, a quirky smile on her face as she saw a couple of them open their corpsy mouths. And there came the bite, cold and dark as the grave. She winced as the icy teeth touched her feverishly hot skin and hoped that Hotshot and Annabelle had had time to get some cover. She felt the pressure of their jaw as they set to tear her apart and rip her to shreds like she was a girl-shaped pinata. But the joke was on them. Instead of candy (or... you know... organs) they would only find light, heat, power and flame. OR at least that was the plan. Something was wrong. She looked around and saw the dozen heads chewing on her skin. She felt the bites... again and again... oh.
"...shit."
Their undead jaws were not powerful enough to break her seal! Or maybe the magical skin was just too solid to be pierced by something so mundane. If you think about it, if she could be damaged by anything that could cut or pierce the human epidermis, she would explode every time she'd stump her toe or get a paper cut. Now they were all converging on her. She felt more hands grab at her, rip out her uniform, pull her hair, chew on her skin like a dog chews on a rubber toy. Eeeew! ew ew ew! It was so cold and unpleasant! Her high body temperature made the ice on their faces and hands melt and water was dripping on her! Now she was getting hysterical. She twisted and turned in any way she could, trying to wring her way out of this cold and wet groping party. It was last year's New Year's party all over again! In her panic, an idea flew through her mind like bullet... and that's what she needed!
"Shoot me and get cover!"
She screamed over the chorus of moans. More and more Frozen Zombies were converging on her and she would soon be driven to the floor, out of shot's way. They needed to act fast if they wanted to proceed. The icy touch of the ghouls and the water dripping on her skin was driving her crazy, she was panicking even though nothing could happen to her... that's what water does to Cornelia. Ugh, she was feeling like a Japanese Schoolgirl in an Octopus Factory.
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