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Anders ([personal profile] circlejerked) wrote in [community profile] entrancelogs2017-07-17 09:34 pm

OPEN | you think i'm dead but

Who: Anders ([personal profile] circlejerked) and anyone!
Where: Alexandria.
When: Backdated to July 15-16th.
Rating: PG-13 for our unwelcomed guests, the zombies.
Summary: No Starbucks, but you get a mage with a big stick. A late edition to the zombie event, but I mean, it's zombies. Gotta love zombies.
The Story:



I. Day 2

[Don't look now, but there's a man in a housecoat beating on a zombie at the front gate... sort of?

There is a man and he is in robes, but up close they decidedly fall closer to the armored battle wear variety, and the weapon in his hand is less a bludgeon in the act of mindless beating and more a long, hefty fighting staff in the middle of poking. The zombie straining against the bars seems little more than harmlessly irate, swaying back a step at each push of the staff only to push forward again to repeat the process.

What you see before you is a mage studying the undead. A little poke to see its pain response there, a little prod to see how it reacts there... The experiment continues on with magic from that point: telekinetic blasts, tongues of fire, small currents of electricity that leap from his fingers, testing the bare minimum of forced needed to make the dead permanently dead.

Something can be said for these pitiful creatures: at least they're not carrying fungal spores, or the taint, or invisible to the naked eye.]


... just ugly.

II. Day 3

[Survival is, fortunately enough, something a successful apostate can do in his sleep--mostly since there's not a lot of time or opportunity to sleep when every templar in creation is out for your hide. Joining the Wardens had only continued to teach the joys of fighting hordes of invading monsters. Occupational hazards.

What that means for whomever happened to run into this house with him to shake pursuing off pursuing zombies is that Anders had been quite content to play sentry at the window, a practiced hand at watching out for the nearest thing intending to kill him. Deprived of prey, most of the zombies had lost interest milling around and slowly waddled off back onto the street in search of bigger and better pursuits, but one stubbornly curious zombie continues to claw at the door. It's starting to draw attention, Anders notes with an exasperated grimace.

Well, shooing won't work, so...

Looking to his latest survival partner, he eases a knife from the sheath at his belt and nods at the door. Open it.

Although beaning it with his heavy staff could be fun and cathartic, a more subtle shushing might be best for this loner that won't just take a hint.]


mettatonvevo: (shock?)

Day 2!

[personal profile] mettatonvevo 2017-07-19 01:35 am (UTC)(link)
[The robes, in a way, are familiar. They seem to be in the same armor family as a young man Mettaton spoke to once many months ago before he disappeared from Wonderland entirely. He absorbs the human from afar. When he starts using magic Mettaton's eyes widen a bit in surprise but also delight. Ah, so he is like him!

He walks up quickly. The zombie turns its head toward him for a moment at the sound of his heels but then turns its attention back to the mage.]


Well well well! Look at you! You've got quite the extra punch against these creatures!
sciencelizard: (« [Worry] Oh gosh oh jeez oH JEEZ)

day 3!

[personal profile] sciencelizard 2017-07-19 01:53 am (UTC)(link)
[Alphys hates these kinds of events. With adequate prep time, with even a few days, she could have protected all of them from this. All they needed was a wall. This wasn't Hell, this wasn't temptations, it was just-- it was just a wall.

Unfortunately, she continues not to have any real form of self-defense, and she's much too short to carry any kind of bladed weapon properly and too weak to do any real damage with anything else. Despite that, she's managed a metal baseball bat as opposed to being completely unarmed, and has been hiding and ducking out of danger ever since.

Until, y'know, Anders decides this looks like a great time to take this thing.

She stands by the door, hands obviously shaking, whispering to him in hushed, but urgent, tones.]


Are you sure you c-can take it?
noble_son: (20)

Day 2~

[personal profile] noble_son 2017-07-23 07:54 pm (UTC)(link)
[Nathaniel might have called out, until.. he realised just what Anders was doing. He'd recognised him from a good distance away (how could he not and had watched him for a few minutes before deciding on approaching.

He pointedly clears his throat to make himself known - and to make it known that he is not a zombie somehow managing to sneak up on him - and hangs back several feet while the mage continues to.. do what he's doing.
]

How are your.. experiments coming?

[He assumes this is experiments, and it's hard to feel bad for a creature that would rip both of their throats out with its teeth if it wasn't for the gate between them.]