Anthem of Destruction

[a_gentle_boy]

[phone]
[So.  Zombies.  The moment Silence has left the house on his mission to locate Crowe and defend the others, Lucas is on the phone again, making a public call to the town.]

Everyone!  If you don't know what we're about to face, these are zombies.  Reanimated bodies of the dead.  I know it doesn't make any sense, but you're going to have to believe me on this one.  They're going to go around eating people, and if it happens, you're going to end up as a zombie, too.  So.  Um.  ...Don't get eaten.  [That had been how his zombies had worked, at least.]  And if you have to fight, go for the head!  The person whose world these are from... He says these ones are killed by destroying the brains.  I'm going around to put up some shields.  Let me know now if you'd like me to come by especially.  Luke, Crowe, Rin, Tavros, Ness, Miss Taiwan, Mr. Netherlands, everyone....  Don't go out!  Lock your rooms!  Close the windows!  ...Try to stay safe...

[action 1]
[And immediately after that, Lucas expressly disobeys Silence's instructions and bounds out the door, his pockets loaded with what he thinks might be helpful items.  ...It was just like adventuring the wilds of Tazmily again.  He'll pause just outside his house and concentrate, a glow beginning to emanate from his body.]

Shield Omega!

[And with a brilliant flash, the house on 846 Goldberg Street is happily floating in a teal bubble.  Though he had no idea if it would actually keep zombies out of his home, he figured it was worth the effort.  With a repeated cry of 'Shield Omega!', Lucas himself is encased in the bubble, as are any lucky neighbors within 100 feet.  He jumps on his table and rides down his street and out into the town, continuing to cast his spell repeatedly, hoping to protect as many as he can.  He'll especially be checking up on the houses of his friends.] 

[action 2]
[Whoops.  Looks like wandering around alone wasn't the best idea.  Here's Lucas up against five or six zombies.  His table, though non-organic, lies twitching underneath another small pile of zombies, and it appears he's in some dire straits.  ...Thwack!  The sound of a baseball bat smashing a zombie's head off its body marks the beginning of the battle.  The enemies converge.]

[action 3]
[Well, one couldn't fight zombies all day on an empty stomach.  Lucas, panting and exhausted, shows up in the DA's practice room in the late afternoon, both to take a break from the constant fighting and also to check if any of his friends had made it to safety.  He'll stumble in the door, hoping he's not alone.]

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[luxury-banana.livejournal.com]

[All of a sudden, some guy rushed into the area. It was Fassad! He threw his weight at some of the zombies around Lucas, effectively crushing what was left of their limbs.

... Of course, this was completely unintentional. No, really. It became apparent with the entrance of a few more zombies that he was actually running away from them and just happened to crash into the ones fighting Lucas.

The suspicious peddler picks himself up and proceeds to shake his fist at a few incoming zombies.]

If I had my beautifully destructive enhancements, you'd all crawl back to whatever grave you pulled yourself out of!

[a-gentle-boy.livejournal.com]

Fassad?!

[Great. Exactly the person he wanted by his side in a zombie invasion. The thought that Fassad's no-doubt extremely powerful Magypsy PSI could come in handy fizzles when he remembers the man had just got here. ...Woman. ...In-between person. Still, he appreciates the save.]

Get off those before they bite you! You shouldn't be out here; you don't have any PSI back!

[And the baseball bat goes shatters a femur.]

[luxury-banana.livejournal.com]

[With a yelp, the man jumps from the ground and makes distance between himself and the zombies.]

I-is that what they're trying to do!? How viciously unsani-

[But as soon as he realized Lucas may or may not have implied he was weak, the gloves were off.]

And just what are you saying, that I can't take care of myself without PSI? I don't even need that stupid power!

[Looking over at a looming zombie, Fassad counters and charges at it with his elbow extended. Its ribs completely shatter with that tackle.]

[a-gentle-boy.livejournal.com]

...

You forced a dancing monkey to fight your battles for you when we first met.

[Lucas does not have a high opinion of Fassad's abilities without fancy tech, PSI, or chimeric modifications. Nonetheless, he hesitates somewhat about throwing up a shield, Fassad seeming to be insulted by the very idea of using PSI. He'll leave the man be, in the end, still not realizing how dangerous the zombies truly were.]

Did these things exist before the army took over? I can't remember them before the invasion, but they popped up almost every night in the graveyard afterwards.

[Lucas carefully takes aim to smash another zombie head off its body. The head chatters mindlessly for a few moments before he crushes it.]

[luxury-banana.livejournal.com]

Stupid things couldn't even obey the simplest of orders.

[Pushing a zombie to the ground, Fassad leaps into air and performs a piledriver. He's still running on the rage inflicted by Lucas' words, but once they pass...]

... Wait, wait, I didn't say we were responsible! Osohe Castle was chock full of ghosts, flying paintings, and whatever else before we got there. But there wasn't a thing we could do...

[Getting up, he punches an approaching zombie in the forehead.]

with them. Stupid things, better to just shove them all in a bathroom.

[Phone]

[nanocerancowboy.livejournal.com]

[Gat listens on his end of the phone, then speaks up.]

So that's what's goin' on with folks outside.

[His tone of voice sounds dark.]

... Reckon I should be glad I ain't organic anymore.

[a-gentle-boy.livejournal.com]

...That's right. I don't think you have anything to worry about. Please, then just try to help whomever you can.

[nanocerancowboy.livejournal.com]

I'll do what I can, Lucas. It's what I was built for.

[There's a pause, though.]

You don't happen to know where I could get some firearms, do ya? I ain't sure I got th' right tools in th' house for crackin' skulls.

[a-gentle-boy.livejournal.com]

...The hardware store. They only sell guns to adult men, but you probably still count.

[rapier-ex.livejournal.com]

Shoot them in the head? Easy enough. -Well. For her, anyways.-

[a-gentle-boy.livejournal.com]

I'm not sure if that's good enough. Just be really careful, Miss Virginia. If you step outside in about five minutes, I'll catch you with my Shield spell.

[rapier-ex.livejournal.com]

No offense, Lucas, but... Save it for someone who's gonna need it. I'll be more than fine.

This is kind of my element.

[a-gentle-boy.livejournal.com]

[Shooting zombies is her element? Lucas is stymied for a moment or two, but then quickly recalls his own conversation with Deadpool earlier that morning.]

...You're sure? It's really alright. I catch everyone within a certain distance of me in the spell, anyway.

[ra-tit.livejournal.com]

[ What else goes THAWCK!? The sound of a fist driving itself into the back of a zombie's head and getting knocked clear off. In fact in a flurry three other zombies have all been dismantled, their bodies crumpling onto the floor and their smashed heads just rolling away. Behind the zombie bodies is a young girl in a poodle skirt. Her fists are glowing. ]

Icky zombies! Go back from whence you came!

[a-gentle-boy.livejournal.com]

[The zombies are distracted! While they slowly try to wrap their minds around the fact that they are being attacked from behind, Lucas lets loose with the baseball bat again.

The sound of a head smashing into another zombie with enough force to a second head off probably doesn't make for a very pleasant onomatopoeia. The green glow around the bat is similar in nature to the girl's.]

Hold on, miss!

[Shield Omega! You, too, can be multi-glowy with a few easy casts of defensive PSI.]

[ra-tit.livejournal.com]

Oh!

[ Amelia is suddenly basking in a green glow! She shoots the kid a pleased look! ]

Thank you! Defensive magic!

[ She cuts a glare at the remaining zombie straggling close about fifty yards away. Suddenly she starts to levitate. Suddenly she is bolting at the zombie in the air, flying at it like a missile, smashing its face in with her fist. ]

Pacifist crush!

[a-gentle-boy.livejournal.com]

[Lucas is content to allow Amelia the last strike, slowly leaning forward for a brief respite, using his bat as support. He does, however, cast a concerned look at the small mob down the street - they'd realize his table wasn't particularly edible, eventually.]

Be careful not to get bit while you're punching...

2;

[bitemescumbag.livejournal.com]

[Bats aren't the only way to smash zombie-noggins. Someone with enough leg power could, theoretically, preform an axe kick with force enough to easily shatter a cadaver's cranium and obliterate the gray matter within.]

Rakkum frakkum tenacious little...

[Branching away from the realms of the theoretical, they would also be able to easily transition from that into punching a weapon-assisted hole through the next animated corpse's head and speak to Lucas after the fact.]

Hey, kid. You alright there?

[a-gentle-boy.livejournal.com]

[Lucas, actually is quite familiar with this sort of fighting style and would have picked a few tips up himself if it weren't for his sadly diminutive stature. He'll take a breather for a moment or two, a brief flare of light running up and down his body to regenerate the minor scratches he had sustained.]

I'll be fine, mister. Thanks for the -- Duck!

[And there is a yo-yo flying just above Yuri's head to catch the zombie making a pounce.]

[bitemescumbag.livejournal.com]

[It's a good thing Yuri's been working on that "trust" thing as of late, as he trusts Lucas enough to... well, follow his command. Yo-yo meets zombie head, zombie-stomach meets foot almost as an afterthought.]

[He lets out a low whistle as he watches the creature fly back, impressed.]

Not gonna lie, never seen a yo-yo do anything like that. Not bad, not bad at all.

[a-gentle-boy.livejournal.com]

[The string snaps back and Lucas catches the yo-yo's head in his left hand. The faint aura around it dies away.]

This... isn't quite a normal yo-yo. And I've never seen anyone kick so hard, mister, so I guess we're even.

[roadroller]

Don't worry about me! I'm taking care of things.♪

[Like rounding drones up in the basement to keep them away from zombies.]

[a-gentle-boy.livejournal.com]

Do you know if you're immune to zombies? Someone reminded me earlier that not everyone here was ... fleshy.

[roadroller]

My flesh is all synthetic, so I shouldn't be affected. ♪

[a-gentle-boy.livejournal.com]

OK. If you're not in any danger of getting eaten, you shouldn't have too much of a problem dealing with them. Still! Be careful.