BATTLE 10 [video]

[holymedaroli.livejournal.com]

[The camera is showing an outside street. Ikki can be heard saying something off-comm]

Hey, is it midnight yet?

[Metabee's voice is also there]

Hold your horsesa moment - waiiiit for it... waiiiiit for it... Midnight!

[The Camera pans to Metabee and Ikki, both dressed in grey wigs, white shirts, fake mustaches, and red bow ties-- yes, they both appear to be...Mr. Referee .Metabee clears his throat, nudging Ikki in a "you better not have forgotten your lines" way]

Then, it's agreed!

[Ikki grins]

Looks like we've got a heck of a battle here, folks! As we know, this match will be declared a submission zombie-battle! Whoever wins will be free to take any bragging rights from defeated zombies.

[He points the comm at a whiteshirt in the distance, sniffing at something, before the comm turns to Metabee again.]

Zombies and zombie fighters ready?

[Metabee throws down his arm dramatically, before starting to shoot at the zombie]

Zombie-battle!

one. [Voice, Broken Video]

[sway-over-time.livejournal.com]

[Suzy has just stumbled out of the laboratory, clutching her fresh new tags and communicator in her hand.  She hasn't studied the communicator so the feed coming in is grainy and loud with all the background noise.  It clicks in and out.  All of a sudden it switches to clear voice communication and a groan is heard rumbling.]

What the hell is this?!  [sounds of jangling and the unappetizing give of rotting flesh.  A groan is cut off and we see a couple zombies frozen in time. Suzi's face pops on the screen.  She's clearly running in the other direction.]

Professor, if you're out there, NOW would be a good time to get back in my head so that I know what's going on.  I don't think I'm in Krakoa so you should be out there right?  Where IS everyone?  Am I the only one who ended up in this "City"?

[Voice]

[shiromadoushi]

[[sounding a bit upset]]

If you've been bitten or scratched or even if you think you've been bitten or scratched by a zombie, contact me or another healer IMMEDIATELY.

People have-- [[hesitates a moment]] These types of zombies... they make you a zombie if they bite you. I don't know if scratches work too but we all need to be really careful! Before it has time to turn anyone, call a healer!

Maybe-- maybe we can set up a network? If there are people who can fly or go really fast who can bring people who have gotten bitten to where someone who can heal is?

And-- and if someone has been turned...

A healer can stop them from being a zombie. But I can't bring them back to life...

So please... be very very careful.

TEXT

[urbancrawl.livejournal.com]

It's here. It's finally here. The apocalypse, and nobody expected it to be the most cliché of all Doomsdays, right next to that surly bastard not letting the truly enlightened join his gated club in the sky. And it's happening a hundred years in the fucking past.

I can't remember the last time I stayed up for 48 hours without the use of any stimulants whatsoever, and without their fevered stroking of the nervous system I'm beginning to feel the tremors of an insomniac. Below, they're congregating like a crowd of you-choose-the-side voters, shuffling to the booths to get fucked by knives with numb serenity on their decayed faces. And they're being systematically picked off by people in distressingly cramped outfits, all the colors of the rainbow.

As a sloshy sound of cracked bones in a swamp and a perfectly Romero groan emit from a downed zombie, you have to remember that they didn't come out of nowhere. They're humans, what have been transmogrified into these rancid stiffs that walk upright and have a good bite on them. This is homicide. Justified, perhaps, but it's a goddamn slaughterhouse in the streets.

So I'm going to write about it, because that's the only thing keeping me somewhat grounded in this twisted shithole.


[ OOC: all replies text unless otherwise noted. ]

[accidental video]

[spot-of-red.livejournal.com]

[Batwoman's communicator seems to have fallen out and is wedged in some garbage on the street, though a view of her is seen. Hello, City. Here is your second glance of Batwoman, the first being when she was ported in. Currently, she is kicking zombie ass.

Although she has fiddled with her communicator to make it virtually untraceable in an attempt to hide her identity as Kate Kane, some of the more tech savvy/smart people (aka Batman) might figure out that they are one and the same...

Or hey, they might just be nerds who think "A Batwoman? Hot." or "A Batwoman? What the HELL?"

Either way, here she is.]





ooc: I got some complaints that this comm didn't have enough Batwoman so here she is 8D ♥ It would be difficult for EVERYONE to figure out that she and Kate Kane are the same person, considering what a low profile Kate has been keeping but like I said, perhaps someone like Batman might figure it out. =D

Assume replies happen after she finds her comm.

First Rune :: Unholy

[deadelfwalking.livejournal.com]

[A man clad in forbidding plate armor is visible on the video feed; the man is of average height and seems to have a lean build beneath his armor, but his ears are curiously long and pointed, and his skin is unnaturally sallow. The man's expression is not pleased, and his voice is deep and gravelly, reverberating of its own power, as though there is an echo chamber in his throat.]

What dark sorcery is this?!

[In a rage, the figure on the screen draws the great sword from his back and assumes a fighting stance, his fiercely glowing eyes narrowed in rage and confusion.] Have I been ensnared by the Lich King's illusions? Show yourself, coward! I'll cut you down or die trying, I swear it on everything unholy. I'll not tolerate another holding pen, physical or mental, do you hear me?!

[Drawn by all the shouting, a few zombies shamble towards Koltira.  His eyes widen in recognition, and he dispatches them swiftly with a wide sweep of his runed sword; the communicator has a limited view of this, as it is propped up on a nearby bench.] Could it be--Scourge, here?  But then, where is the voice of their master?  I can't feel his call, and yet... [a zombie groans, approaches him; Koltira's expression is anguished as he drives the sword into the zombie's neck.] 

Furthermore ... Byfrost, you do not speak to me as you once did, though I feel unholy power pulse in my blood. [He casts a hand down at the ground, and the street turns crimson and boiling as clouds of red, deadly mist rise from it, causing the zombies in his immediate radius to collapse and groan more wildly than before.  Koltira brings the sword's blade down on their heads; it and his armor are coated in zombie slurry.] I am truly sorry that you could not be delivered from whatever binds you.

[Another zombie stumbles out from behind a parked car, and in a frenzy, Koltira hacks it and most of the car's windshield to pieces; the sound of shattered glass, snapping bones and tearing muscle is heard in sickly relief over the communicator.  Koltira's snarling face fills the screen.]

Just where in the hell am I!

Video; Filtered from Marisa Coulter; Encrypted

[lyingbrat.livejournal.com]

[Lyra's standing on top of the wall around Awesome Base, using telekinesis to hurl stones at the zombies heading towards the wall. She turns to the camera.]

Our base is secure, so if you need a place to stay, you can come here until this is over. Just ask us for directions. And um... If this keeps up, we might need more food. How long is this going to last, anyway?

[Lyra smiles slightly.]

I thought today would have involved more candy. Guess that shows how much I know. Hey. Was it that 'porter lady who done this? 'Cause if these are the police who we were brought here to replace, does that mean that we're going to all get 'ported home soon?

008 [video; unfiltered; joint post: Rikki and Tommy]

[kickinsidekick.livejournal.com]

[Rikki and Tommy have obviously been fighting zombies for awhile. Still, they don't look too worse for wear. Before she speaks into the mic, Rikki mutters to Tommy] I'm going to be ticked if you explode another one and get it in my hair again.

[Tommy's voice sounds a bit more distant.] Hey, I gave you a heads up.

[Rikki ignores him.] Hey. This is Nomad and Speed. We're by the park, at West 67th and Columbus Avenue, and we could really use some back up.

[A couple of seconds after she says that, Tommy makes a confused sound.] Wh-- Holy--

[He starts to sound a little panicky.] Ri-- Ri?? Something's going on here!

[ On camera, Rikki's head whips around.]

Oh- oh- crap, what is that?

[Her eyes are wide and scared. Tommy's pretty much the same. He brings his hands up to and try and wipe off the glow - he can't think of anything better - before he realizes his fingers aren't touching anything anymore. They're starting to disappear.]

What the fuck-- [He looks up and back at Rikki. Tommy realizes what's going on.] ... No way.

Ri, I think I'm- [He speeds over to her, trying to place his hands on her shoulders, unsuccessfully.] You have to get out of here, I don't think I can take you out in time-- [The glow starts getting stronger and brighter.] Fuck, not like this! -- Ri, I--

[Before he can finish, there's a loud sound, and he's gone.]

[She can't even say anything to him before he's gone. She just looks horrified as he vanishes. A second after he disappears she finally manages to find some words.]

No. No no no no that's not fair. Please no, not you too.

[Rikki takes a big, shuddering breath, and looks on the verge of tears before a groan floats out from somewhere behind her. She looks behind her and starts sprinting, the camera jostling and bouncing but managing to keep her face in frame.]

Okay, screw back up, I need someone to get me out of here. [ A sob.] Someone help me.

[x21, Voice]

[littleprovolone.livejournal.com]

I don't know if anyone's done this yet, but are there any sections of town that are safe?  I have a lot of survivors and refugees from the zombies and I don't want to let them back onto the streets to be hurt. I keep putting them up on rooftops but that's not secure enough.

Please, help!

[video] Number ?????

[hellcommander.livejournal.com]

[the comm is laying on it's side with a view of Hiruma about 5 feet away. It looks like he fell down somewhere (it's pretty much impossible to tell where he is) and his comm fell out and he hasn't gotten back up. He looks terrible; pale, bags under his bloodshot eyes and sunken cheeks. He's also scraped up from his fall.]

Uu... I don't... nng. I don't feel verr--eh.... good.

[~13, Voice, All Police Channels]

[nyc-detective.livejournal.com]

I need an update from all officers! What's your status, where are you located, and if you need backup. Do we have any locations that we know are secure from the zombies?

And if you've been bitten or scratched, GET YOURSELF TO A DAMN HEALER.

003 ♪ [video]

[bet-on-bolton.livejournal.com]

[Unlike most of the other videos going around at the moment, no ones going to be getting motion sickness from Troy's transmission. It's a steady shot of him leaning against a wall somewhere, chillin' out, maxin', relaxin' all cool, with a bored- if not slightly bemused- look on his features]

Day three of the zombie apocalypse, dudes, and I'm not dead yet. Or undead. Whatever. Plus Iiiii think I might have found out what my super power is.

[The camera quickly pans around to a small group of blank faced blueshirts stumbling awkwardly in some kind of bizarre dance that somehow manages to keep some fluidity to it. The video lingers for a good ten or twenty seconds more of that before the focus goes back to Troy]

Do they do this for anyone else? But, anyway, whatever. I don't care. They'll be after my brains again in a minute so uh, quick question for anyone out there... WHERE THE HELL IS A SAFEHOUSE?!

[A pause as he does a shifty glance to somewhere off camera and then his attention goes back to the video]

Oh, and hey, is this a bad time to be asking about jobs in this place? I'm totally qualified to... do... stuff... I dunno what, but I'm a hard worker! And I can run away from zombies real good.

[video]

[theprimerprime.livejournal.com]

[The comm has been dropped and turned on when it hit the ground, therefore the scene is at an odd angle. We're on the outskirts of the city; cops and those otherwise familiar will recognize the area as being fairly close to the superjail. And there are zombies milling around, of course.

Sentinel then enters the frame, wielding a shotgun. One-handed. Come to think of it - if you're a fan of zombie movies - this all looks very familiar...

The recording continues as Sentinel dispatches a few zombies - his aim's not that good, but it's not horrible, either - then makes an overly dramatic dive to retrieve his comm. The screen goes dark for a second as he picks it up, and then he's looking at the camera. He is looking awfully clean for somebody who's been fighting zombies.]

Well, it's no laser rifle, but I guess you can't argue with the results.

[Oh snap, there's a zombie behind him! He realizes this not a moment too soon, turns, and shoots the thing at point-blank range. Aaand he is now splattered in zobmie guts. Yum.]

Augh! Gross!

((No tags till tomorrow due to Halloween party, but I wanted to get this in while the event was still on. Pocky is incapable of resisting an obvious joke. XD))

[Video] Arrival

[im-not-a-bot.livejournal.com]

[The communicator shows a video looking up at the face of Cyborg, who's looking around, seeming a bit unsure of his whereabouts, a few beads of sweat on his face.]

Yo! Robin? BB? Star? Raven? You guys here? I'm not sure what happened - we just went out and kicked some Trigon butt, but I think I ran out of power, cause I blacked out...and now I'm here. Woke up in a strange room with a computer that was talkin' at me. At least it got the fact that I'm a hero right, jeez. This doesn't look like home anymore...did we get sucked into another alternate dimension? You weren't messin' with Raven's mirror again, were you, BB?

Come on, Titans, don't leave me hangin' here!

[He looks down at the video screen once more before the video clicks off.]

Mile Marker 001

[inthecenterfold.livejournal.com]

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Where is the nearest bar? Where do you get smokes around here? Do you get lessons for this thing?
-Crescent Charmer

[audio feed]
THERE we go! Man, that took forever to figure out. Hey hey there everyone, my name isszsh... Crescent Charmer, that's right, and I'm new here in town, looking for an escort to show me all the fun places adults hang out. You know, dancing, booze, cards, pool - anywhere there's a party or enough people to get a party going. I don't mind a leisurely stroll since I've spent the better part of a year walking long miles at least 2-5 times a month. Don't worry - I have showered since I got here! Shout-out to my man Mitch for showing me where to find a warm bed and a place to stay last night. Still gotta have a beer some time!

But that aside... this place looks pretty cool. I haven't been in a city this big since we left Chang'an and Sanzo drug me halfway to India in the backseat of a jeep. It looks kinda different from anywhere I've seen in China though... I can read the street signs, so that's enough for me, I guess. Apparently I'm in New York City? Or the United States? I heard both, so sorry but I'm definitely not from around here. I'm great at reading a map though!

And they called me a 'hero'? That's pretty cool - I figure there's gotta be an expectation that comes along with that, huh? Well don't worry, I am an expert at fending off any youkai that go berserk around here. Or stopping petty crimes, I can do that too. I can fight with and without a weapon, so no training needed here! But if anyone's not nearly as lucky as me to have shown up here knowing how to defend yourself without any 'powers' you've got, I can spar with ya. I realize I'm no teacher, but practice makes perfect~

[typed]
Later! ♥

[video | He needs a survival mantra so bad right now]

[insourarmor.livejournal.com]

[[Even though the signal registers as sent from Fakir's com number, the first image those receiving it see is that of Mytho looking down at it, a blanket wrapped around his shoulders. Every light in the studio is on, and what little furniture there is has been... rearranged, in a fashion that covers the only window.

The heavy door to the outside opens and shuts quickly, with a big thud-clang, and footsteps approach. The com is suddenly plucked out of Mytho's hands and turned to Fakir, who looks... calm enough, considering the situation. When he's caught his breath, he speaks calmly, and very clearly.]]

We're at [address]. We can't stay here; the luckiest break we have defense-wise is the metal door. If anyone nearby has a place that's secure, please help us.

[[He sighs a little, as if catching his breath again.]]

Duck, are you all right? Can you even see this right now?

who cares about the zombies i want candy; [video]

[igotsawarhammer.livejournal.com]

The zombies ate all the brownies--

[Billy pops up on screen, dressed up in costume, and holding out a treat bag.]



TRICK OR TREAT!

[Just stands there, in his werewolf-zombie costume, staring at the camera.]

Eehhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

how do you get the candy out of this?

[Shakes his communicator.]