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[Event] Invasion!

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Location: All over Death City
Rating: Various
Time: February 2nd
Description: Witches have invaded and are attacking the city!

The attack, when it comes, happens quickly enough that Death City would have been caught flat-footed had there been no prior warning, but it's not completely unexpected because of the city's heightened state of alarm the past day. Warning sirens start sounding to alert the citizens and guests the moment a dark, slow-moving mass out in the desert to the south-east of Death City is spotted by Shibusen sentries. There's even time for civilians to run and hide before the mass is identified as an army of what looks like decaying, shambling corpses. The city's defenders are slow to move, however; most of them are distracted and are having trouble dealing with the black blood in their bodies. While agents are gathering to head out to deal with the zombie threat, that's when the witches make their move.

Portals begin opening in the skies above the city, disgorging hideous familiars: bulbous spiders and leggy ants the size of dogs. They drop hundreds of feet down into the streets and alleyways of Death City, and scuttle off in search of victims. The spiders are poisonous and can spin copious amounts of web to capture their targets, the ants spit acid that cause agonizing, paralyzing pain. Their masters bear down on the city in a cloud of black shadows--massive ravens strong enough to carry off adult men. There are five witches, women on broomsticks, beautiful if not for their crazed grins and obvious glee at the chaos descending upon the city. At some unknown signal--maybe the cackling from a couple of them--they dive in concert and disappear into different areas of the city.

Their masterful plan has begun!

ooc: Feel free to make your own threads. Please follow the format: [Character][Location/Time][Open/Close]

- if you want your character to run into a witch, please comment here!

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Yuuri had been over and getting ready for Morning Training when the warning had gone out. Bruised and healing from the attacks he'd sustained two days earlier, the young Maou had ignored any and all aches and pains to go towards the edge of the city to catch sight of the threat. His eyes had widened as he'd caught sight of just what was coming their way, before he was scrambling back with a yelp.

He had to go and find Teresa before it was too late!

He'd scrambled back up to his feet in the next moment, and began to take off across the field. While he might have been over the complete opposite side of where Teresa usually hung out, Yuuri wouldn't let anything delay him from getting to where she was.

That was why he was running at his top speed through the city streets when the next phase happened. Skidding to a halt when something dropped heavily right in front of him, the young Maou peered up along the jet-black hairy body before he felt his eyes widen in horror. "Eeeeeh?! A spider!?!"

How did it get that big?! His arms and legs flailed out all around him when the spider's attention turned towards him. He didn't hesitate in making a loud surprised shout when long legs snapped out to strike him as he managed to narrowly avoid the attack.

This wasn't good, wasn't good at all! With every intention to run away, Yuuri spun himself around to begun barging off in the opposite direction. Yet as he began to spring, his leg caught something along the way that caused him to trip over himself and slam down hard against the ground.

"Oomph!" He sounded in pain as he crashed against the asphalt. Dazed and confused, Yuuri was quickly snapped out of it as he felt something beginning to wrap around his body. Glancing down, he once again cried out as he caught sight of the spider shooting web in his direction. His natural reaction was to try and pull the sticky substance off, but he cried out in frustration when all it seemed to do was stick to his hands and forearms.

"No no no you don't want me," Yuuri pleaded desperately as the spider began pulling him in with the intention of wrapping him within the web. Clawing at the ground, he'd momentarily forgotten that he even had a partial form to help cut himself out of this mess. "Aaaa but I'm too young to be eaten by a man-eating spider!"

[ooc: action or prose is a-okay with me!]

The sirens were still blaring overhead.

When Kanji heard something was coming, he went into action: He closed his windows and locked them tight, drawing down the curtains. Giving Iza enough provisions to last her at least the next day or so and giving the kitten a farewell pet for now, he set out. His room was locked up tight behind him.

The teen's hand went to his coat pocket and retrieved his glasses, slipping them on without a thought as he charged down the stairs and out of Creeping Crypt.

The dead shambled in the streets, accompanied by awful black shadows above. Creepy things crawled in the alleyways, biting and spitting to cause as much damage and mayhem as possible.

Good... he needed to get some payback for the Madness from the other day. Though remnants of the Black Blood still lingered in his system, his awareness of it kept it suppressed save for the occasional twitch.

With no Weapon currently at his side, Kanji found and grasped a length of lead pipe before getting to work. It was crude, but effective for denting some zombie skulls.

(ooc: Action or Prose is up to you, will follow suit. Let's fight some monsters!)

Alarms were going off and the dead were approaching. Enough Black blood was still in Vash's system to keep his mind pinned squarely in "manic" mode.

He was going to defend the city and all it's people at any cost. Human-looking weapons constructed out of bodies were unfortunate, but he wasn't about to let any more lives slip through his fingers. There was just one problem, he needed firepower, and guns were not as easy to come by in Death City as the were on Gunsmoke.

So here was Vash, testing the door to the office that officially housed the Watch. He would beak in if he had to, and not feel even a little bit guilty abut it.

Still shaky from the madness she had felt two days ago, when the alarm echoed through the city, Saya’s survival instincts immediately kicked in. She thought twice about moving from her apartment but with the only thing in her mind – zombie apocalypse – screaming through her pores, it was bigger than her. After grabbing her bat, her knife, and her binoculars, Saya went to streets to check what this threat was about.

At first she stood hidden in a dark alley, avoiding anyone and everyone, trying to figure out who or what exactly was attacking them. But it was when she realized something was really off that she felt all of her world crumble. Maybe it was just paranoia, maybe it was just the madness again, but Saya grabbed the binoculars to make sure and observed the enemy.

Them. THEM.
She was sure of it, there was just no way she could ever forget those fucking things. This was some kind of bad joke, wasn’t it? She had just hallucinated about something similar two days ago, and now it was happening?! Irony wouldn’t cover it. It was if someone out there was decided to make her life a fucking living hell.

And that’s when something inside the girl snapped and she felt like everything was going to start all over again. The running, the hiding, the panic, the fear. And then she ran. Saya moved from her spot, running as fast as she could with only one person in mind: Sendo. She had to find him. The communicator was the next thing she grabbed, in order to look for him and leave a message to others, and once done, she kept running, trying to find him or someone she could trust.

[ooc: action or prose bb~]

[He is still disoriented when he gets out of his apartment, having woken up to the sound of the alarms and his howling puppy. Not to mention the ominous army outside the walls of the city. But he's not so disoriented that he doesn't bring his practice swords with him.

He heads out quickly towards it, finding a familiar face in the crowd. Though he still needs to confess to her about running into Kenshin, he has enough sense to know that now isn't the time.]

[He's gotten separated from Kaoru in the mess of things, and finds himself back inside the city, surrounded by creepy insects that are much to large to really exist. An ant hisses at him, spraying something that... melts through his practice sword. He's already tired, and now he's left with one and a half weapons, which is not ideal.

What he needs is a real Weapon!]

[Teaming up with Sai had worked surprisingly well to keep them both alive, but as things had only gotten worse, Takuto knew he needed to find Aion.

Fortunately, at least something is going right today, and he spots the demon, shouting over the clangs and roars of the battle.]

AAIIOONNN!!!!

The first alarms made her shoot awake, startled as to what was going on. Confused, she ambled outside and immediately picked up the noxious scent of something most foul in the air. It was the sickly scent of ill-will, curses, and darkness. It just made the Goddess's nose crinkle in displeasure.

While perhaps she would normal begin racing around like this and fight, her normal weapons had been reduced to her mirror which was without its usual power. It was to remain in the apartment while she used whatever else she could to fight off this coming cloud of evil. Amaterasu was about to head one way when she halted, thinking and then turned around, paws clicking against the cobblestone pavement. She would check on those ill first before beginning this fight or at least make sure the Horrorspital was locked down.

A throughout check around... and the first wave was upon her before she could get that far. She turned, fur rising, fangs glistening as she snarled and her amber eyes blazed. Her paw slammed down on a manhole cover, causing it to jump out of the ground and flip onto her back. It was weighty, but until she had another weapon, it would do against these cursed insects and undead creatures crawling into town. The corrupted crows would have to wait...

Fangs, claws, body, and iron shield, the Goddess wasted little time barring down upon them and begin clearing out the Area.

[OOC: Prose or Action! LET'S ROCK!]

She had been getting prepared for Morning Training when the alarms began to sound. That moment was when her plans switched from training to taking action. Naoto donned her hat and slipped her kunai into her modified holster beside her gun. A perk of being an Agency member, but from the looks of her opponents, she was going to need a little more especially in the case of the ants, spiders, and crows.

Out to the streets she headed, picking up the first lead pipe she could to use as a sword/blunt weapon. Naoto didn't want to rely on these skills yet since she was still learning, but it was a matter of survival now. Hopefully, her Meister or another capable of wielding her would come by soon to help her fight, but for now, she had to deal with them herself.

[OOC: Naoto is specifically in the Shopping District (protecting the Agency) and Outer Residential Area I (protecting Triple A/SEES Headquarters/Building B). Action or Prose are welcome!]

Survival was where this little demon thrived. His apartment is decimated of dry goods and any sharp implement lying about that he can properly store, tucked away in a small back pack that was organized with a careful eye and the realization that this may be a process of days. But when Hiei leaves, locking the door tight behind him, there's barely a sign of life in the little apartment, windows locked and curtains drawn, lights turned out into pitch darkness for anyone that may enter.

From there on it's a mission of mapping out the area from above and the street level, a pilfered morning training sword in a comfortably familiar place at his hip, backpack strapped tightly to his little frame.

He's unusually silent as he carefully traces his way through the streets, and as an extra measure he manages to find some sort of lead pipe that looks like it might work well enough, and slide it into a belt loop nearby the katana. For all intensive purposes Hiei doesn't really look all that stressed or worried, more focused and alert as he checks alleyways before traversing them, using drainage pipes and fire escapes alike to get better views from above.

So if anyone sees a little shadow passing by above them, don't shoot at him, huh?

Giroro was out in the streets. He couldn't call himself a soldier if he just hid in a safe place while all this was going on. More importantly, there was still too much black blood in his system, and even though he could control it now that he knew what it was and he'd stop taking in more contaminated water, there was still a very high amount of it in his body. It comes from having to drink almost four times as much water as the average human. He could quash the urge to just mindlessly attack people (because, damn it, if he gave in that would be the same as losing) it was easier if, instead of just ignoring it, he directed it at something else.

All he had in way of weapons was a french knife he'd taken from Keroro's kitchen before he'd left. It wasn't a combat knife. But it would do for now. He'd just landed after impaling a zombie in the head with his temporary weapon...only to find that there were even more.

"Che. There's just no end to them." What he wouldn't give for a beam rifle right now.

[Once she made sure her partner would stay put (sadly, he was still acting under the influence of the black blood and they'd had to restrain him with ropes and blankets and throw him into the closet and block the door with heavy objects to accomplish this) she'd left for her district.

In a manner reminisce of the Kishin Egg attack (how nostalgic) Eve had found a giant ant chasing a civilian and gotten its attention the only way she knew how...by hitting it with a metal pipe she'd found lying around.

It wasn't enough to take it down, but at least it started going after her instead of trying to eat that woman.

A few blocks later and it as still chasing her. There was a hole in her dress from where she'd narrowly dodge its spit and she knew she needed to either lose the bug or take it out before she messed up or it got lucky.]

Bakura had been outside when the alarm had gone off and and broken into a mad dash for cover the moment he realized what was going on, knowing far too well that he had no way to do anything other than run. Nothing he could use to fight with, and no skills to even try if he had, he was defenseless without someone to work with, and he knew it.

He needed to find someone-- Vash or Leo, someone he could work with, someone who could help, anyone...!

[Stealing the wooden sword from her training with Kaoru had turned out to be a very good plan.

Finesse and skill didn't seem to matter much to zombies, ants, or spiders so she didn't feel so bad if her form wasn't totally correct so long as she was winning, cutting through the waves as she went, trying to help people along the way.

She has to take a breather at some point though, leaning against the wall and trying to steady her pounding heart, shaking legs and heavy breathing. It was one thing to practice, or to even fight kishin eggs. Keeping it up over an extended period was starting to severely drag her down]

[ Since he's feeling quite a bit better about all the humans everywhere - okay, lies, he's just managed to ignore the irritation at everything once again.

But these foul smelling, half decayed human.. oids? Judging by the alarms, and the panicked movements of those not in shelters... No one would mind if Duke took out frustration on them, right?

Duke hunts them, more or less, finding a mild sized group and starting to whittle down the numbers with his partial transformation; a leg cut out from under one here, an arm rendered useless there. Sometimes he goes for the jaw, because something can't bite while missing that.

He doesn't have problems, honestly. He's just figuring out exactly what he can do still, no longer quite as fast as he used to be, not quite as strong. But he's developing how he would fight this way, slowly, surely..

... somewhat messily. ]

Terezi had taken it upon herself to keep an eye on Karkat when he was hurt. Of course she'd scolded him the entire time, but she really had been worried, and apparently the black blood had made that worse, too. Who knew being temporarily crazy could be so exhausting? Luckily, Death City's healers are amazing, and so Karkat is mostly okay after a night or so. But rather than listen to Terezi, who tried to convince him to just go home, he insists on looking for his partner.

So now Terezi is trailing after him, looking more than just a little irritated. He's not in any shape to be wandering around the city right now, and the endless alarms aren't helping her mood. She keeps her nose focused on finding Selendis, though, even though in all this chaos she doubts it's possible. The stink of rotting flesh is making her head swim, too, and it's all she can do not to gag.

Edited (nope I lied and added stuff fight me) 2012-03-14 00:43 (UTC)

[Ling had staked out a cobblestone street, trying his very best to keep the zombies from attacking citizens. Armed with his Watch-issued sword and what few bombs he had left, he was determined not to let anyone get hurt if he had anything to say about it.]

[Fighting his way out of a clutch of zombies and kicking them away to the gutters, he glances around the street, hoping to find a Meister. He's permanently plastered a cocky smile on his face. This is terrifying but Ling won't let himself freak out, others are watching and it's best to keep them calm.]

Heh, and I'd found a tea leaf standing up in my tea today. So much for [He slashes with his sword and shoves a zombie back with his heel] good luck!

Edited 2012-03-14 01:39 (UTC)

Either Terezi was the best goddamn hider that ever could play hide n' seek, or Dave really sucked at finding a blind troll in the middle of an attack. He's going to go with the first one, because there's no way he can't find Terezi.

He quickly went through the streets, taking down whatever he ran into with the cheap sword he had bought. He can hear his heart beating in his ears loudly. The black blood was still in his system, and he was doing his best to pretend it wasn't. He wasn't scared. Fuck that shit. He's been through worst. Okay, so giant poisonous spiders and acid spitting ants kind of go in the worst department, but that's also besides the point. Dave could have easily contacted Terezi through his communicator. But Dave has long forgotten that it was sitting safely in his pocket. Of course he'd forget about something like this in such a critical moment.

Dave continued down the street, looking for his partner. "Pyrope, this is a shitty time to play hide n' seek with me."

[Lili was used to the smell of blood. To her, it was familiar, almost comforting. She liked it. Rich crimsons and metallic tastes had become a part of her, just as significant as the way she moved or spoke.

The smell of death is different. The blood's been drained out, or the heart no longer has the strength to pump it, leaving only rot. She didn't like death. It's not fun anymore when people are dead. Lili had killed before, but it was in self-defense. It had been her only option.

Still in the city, Lili can't see the army of corpses that have come to destroy them, but she doesn't need to. The stench is thick in the air, and she doesn't waste her time doubting it. The dead rising wasn't completely unheard of, back home. Not to mention that there were more important things to deal with right now.

Like the giant spider that's got her pinned against the wall. That's different, but not concerning. She kicks it in the head without so much as a shout, and knocks it back, before she moves away and into a better position.]

The second he could catch a break from the onslaught of far too large insects and walking dead Kotetsu quickly made his way over to a nearby building and took cover in a well-enough hidden spot, slouching down and catching his breath while trying to steady his nerves.

Even as he removed his hat and ran a hand through his hair, he realized that he couldn't really stop shaking and thus clenched his hands into tight enough fists to hurt for a moment. As easy as it was for him to push himself and let his will to fight fuel him the remnants of black blood was still making him a jittery and nervous mess on the inside. Even with the thoughts of making sure he could do whatever was possible to defend the city and anyone that happened to pass his way, the formerly dead figures walking around the city were making dark, rather twisted images go through his head that he wished would just leave him alone.

Kotetsu took a deep shaky breath as he rubbed his face with a hand, covering his eyes as if to block out what he was seeing in his head. Nothing but dead bodies and awkward limbering figures, one eventually resembling less of a faceless body and more that of a woman that was too familiar for his comfort.

A cold chill hit him and immediately Kotetsu pulled himself back up and looked around to figure out his next destination, taking a quick moment to shift one of his hands to a partial weapon state in case anything tried to catch him off-guard. Distractedly, he wondered whether or not he should have told Barnaby to come along with him. Most likely not the best idea. This search of his didn't really concern his partner. Plus he was sure that Barnaby probably hated bugs. Or did he? He should have asked that too.

Even after Kid was able to shrug off the black blood and regain her senses, it didn't do anything to settle her down. Yeah, she was sane, and she knew what she was doing, but it didn't take the edge off at all. It didn't matter that she was feeling better if the whole world around her was going to hell, now did it?

She raced through town, still armed with a kitchen knife. Giant bugs are reminiscent of home, Kid knows just what to do. Stab the buggers in the head repeatedly. Which means that as she wanders around town helping people out, she'll be covered in bug guts. It isn't glamorous, but someone's gotta do it.

[It was a wonder she'd been upright this long. Maybe it was willpower. Maybe it was the fact that she had been running around looking for Kenshin and she stubbornly refused to buckle down. She was so stubborn, it was a family trait.

She stared down the spider with her weapon in her hands, stabbing through it without much remorse at this point. It wasn't human, and she'd lost a lot of blood. It was trickling around her shoes and she could barely keep her eyes open. And yet she couldn't buckle down--there was a strange heat in her veins that she hadn't felt since she had started her search for Kenshin, and she found it odd that it was coming back now.

Kaoru wondered maybe if it was because she had been so focused on Kenshin that the weird heat--the strangeness was coming back but she didn't have time for that. A spider was launching itself off the wall in front of her and she had already buckled to one knee. There wasn't any time. ]

The spiders were highly aggressive and attacking anyone and anything and the large ants weren't much better. Teresa would have much preferred her claymore to the knives that she carried with her, but large swords were hard to come by when they weren't her partner. She simply worked with the materials that she had and walked serenely through the forest cutting down insects that stood in her way.

A smile of enjoyment had taken over her features, making her pale complexion once more appear as a pretty doll. Her white gloves and blades were covered in insect gore, and she barely distinguished between those snapping ants and the flapping mouths of the humans who were fleeing.

That was all humans were good for after all. Run and hide, little pathetic wretches, she thought, remembering fondly when she could torment them with just a glance of her silver eyes. Too bad they didn't recognize her threat any longer, but already she had carved a path towards the exit of the park.

She needed to find her Weapon, and she couldn't well do that sitting on the grass staring up at the leaves. Now was a time for action, and she stopped at the park edge to finish off one of the mindless ants that had escaped death from her previously. She sank the knife deep between its eyes, pleased that its twitching became a lame attempt at clinging to a fading life.

While he should be dead, he wasn't and that in itself was a miracle. No one ever met the Hitokori Battousai and lived to tell the tale, he wasn't known to be the most merciful of people. Then again, neither is Saitou. But, as Saitou hobbles along, his injuries obvious: his ribs are probably broken (read: they are), arm broken (did Kenshin give him that or a spider), but either way something more sinister has taken these streets and Saitou has to clean it up.

No weapon, since his wooden sword was smashed to bits- though, as far as he was concerned it was a shoddy sword made by an inferior sword maker. It didn't matter, he'd been in worse situations. He's taken a lead pipe to several zombies, easily bludgeoning them. The Spiders though? They might probe to be more of a challenge.

[ Ooc: Expect to receive replies from Santana and Tenten if you tag this! The order will be Tenten -> You -> Santana.

Tenten stands in the middle of the street as she gazes at the rubble. With her partner back by her side, they should not fail this time. The spiders, the ants, and the ravens all crawled through Death City creating a sight that one would normally flinch at. But, when you see half naked plant cannibals eating your comrades alive, you grow used to the sights. Focusing as hard as possible, so she can bypass the madness wavelength, she looks downwards into the empty street. She accompanies her statement with a hearty headshake. She pities the fool that fears spiders, ants, ravens, or, even worse, all three. ]

Well, I hope no one here fears spiders. [ That'd suck. Especially for them. ]

Edited 2012-03-14 04:09 (UTC)

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