[identity profile] headstarting.livejournal.com
Oww... that hurt. At least his left arm wasn't bleeding as much now. Cursing inwardly, he peeked from behind the half destroyed wall, only to confirm those creatures were looking for him.

One... three... four. Four of them. And they were between him and what seemed like a path into the forest. He frowned deeply. There was no cover on the way, and the creatures would surely find him as soon as he moved from there.

Tch... where's Leo when I need him?!

He had no other choice. If this worked, he would confuse them and leave them behind... but he had to be quick. They reacted strongly to noise, didn't they? Well, he'd give them noise! His right hand went immediately to the hilt of his sword... He'd give them a good cut down if they managed to reach him.

He took a deep breath, ready to run and circle the old building. All other things in his mind were secondary.

Blood. Pain. Humpty Dumpty. Vincent. Leo. He could think of all that later. Right now he had work to do.

"Want a piece of me? Then come and get it!! I'LL TEACH YOU NOT TO MESS WITH ELLIOT NIGHTRAY!!!!"





*** Next morning...



[There's a wounded Elliot unconcious in a sunny patch in the forest, reason why he's not dead again. Feel free to poke him.]
[identity profile] windheroblood.livejournal.com
Era un lindo día. El cielo estaba claro y no hacía tanto frío, definitivamente le gustaba que no hiciera frío.

Como siempre, en la espalda llevaba su espada y en cada mano una bolsa de plástico. Caminaba, sin prisa realmente, hacia la ciudad oscura.

La verdad era que esto de llevarle a Vaati la comida hasta allá era algo que encontraba bastante agradable de hacer (con todo y los zombies y demás), tanto así que en poco tiempo se le había hecho rutina. Además estaba casi seguro que él no era el unico que se había acostumbrado a eso, Vaati también parecía esperarlo cada día, pero claro, nunca ninguno de los dos diría nada al respecto.

Finalmente llegó a la puerta y tuvo que intercambiar el lugar de las boslas y la espada, esperando que no se voltearan los recipientes.

Se abrió paso entre los zombies como mejor pudo y corrió hacia el lugar de siempre. Vaati estaba ahí, haciendo su "terapia" como Llyr decía.

Sonrió, rápidamente se encaramó a un edificio seguro y grito desde lo alto.

"Vaaaaaaatiiiiii, ya tengo la comidaaaaaa!!"
[identity profile] boundtoapsycho.livejournal.com
Falling asleep and waking up somewhere else. Losing all pokeballs. Poketch not working. Walking dead. No pokemon anywhere. Getting lost.

Satoshi felt a little ashamed to admit all those things came second to the sudden silence inside himself. He had grown so used to his bitching around that now that they weren't there anymore he could have sworn his ideas echoed alone inside his head.

How can the silence be more important than BEING LOST IN SOME PLACE WITH CORPSES? He would never now.

At least he still had his two legs. They were useful for running like hell.
[identity profile] bipokid.livejournal.com
[The first thing he noticed was that he was alive. Alive, healed, without any wounds, alone in the dark. How could it be possible?! His body was real, everything of him was real. But where the hell was he?! Did Claude eat his soul? Impossible, he wasn't so lucky after all.

It was all so dark. Completly dark. He didn't like it. Alois fell on his kneels and hands, crying fro help.]


Claude. Claude. Claude. Claude! CLAUDE! I'm still your Master! YOU CAN'T LEAVE ME BEHIND LIKE THIS! I don't like this! It's so dark... so dark SO DARK!

I HATE DARKNESS! CLAUDE SAVE ME! HANNAH, YOU SLUT COME HERE TOO! No! NO! I DON'T WANT HER! I WANT YOU, CLAUDE! COME TO ME! CLAUDE!



[ooc: [livejournal.com profile] toseethoseeyes it's the same kid only that I want more icons xD]
[identity profile] wearafancyhat.livejournal.com
They say that when you are about to die, you see your life go in front of your eyes. That hadn't happened exactly like that the first time he died, as he was too busy with other matters, but now it was different.


He had been rather surprised when he got sentenced to Purgatory instead of Hell.

After all he had lied, he had been selfish, and he had killed indiscriminately for his own goals. He didn't really consider his last three months, including Zero Requiem a heroic sacrifice, and he was, in his own eyes, irredeemable.

Of course, after being brought back in quite an abrupt (and non optional) way, he was pretty much convinced that this was actually Hell and that he had been lied to. The zombies certainly didn't help to stop that train of thought.

He had run about two blocks before growing tired. The robes were uncomfortable for physical activity and it had never been his forte anyway. In a stroke of luck he had found an open door, and he was now hiding in one of the houses, trying to catch his breath.

He knew it was only a temporary pause, the undead would most likely notice where he was soon and he had to be ready to start running again.
[identity profile] talkto-myblade.livejournal.com
 Estaba cansado, así que se sentó un momento a recuperar el aliento... mientras tenía tiempo.

Era un día particularmente extraño. Recordaba perfectamente cuando se había acostado a dormir la noche anterior y esa era la prueba absoluta de que no había estado ebrio, por lo tanto, no tenía ningún sentido que no recordara cómo había llegado ahí, pero así era, no tenía ni la más maldita idea de como diablos había llegado ahí.

Lo único que se le había ocurrido hacer fue dar una vuelta para ver si reconocía algo, pero de pronto se vio rodeado de un montón de zombies....

¡ZOMBIES! ¡¿Porque siempre tenían que ser zombies?! ¡Como si no hubiera más... cosas... en el mundo a parte de zombies! ¡Ya no había originalidad!

Se había visto en la necesidad de tomar su GRAN espada y abrirse paso despedazando todo lo que se moviera por donde quiera que pasaba. Los condenados monstruos no dejaban de salir por todos lados y él solo rebanaba, golpeaba, cortaba, sin embargo esas cosas se levantaban una y otra y otra vez, no tenía fin...

¡LE ENCANTABA ESTE LUGAR!, no recordaba cuando había sido la ultima vez que había podido dar de espadazos sin control ni preocupación. Se estaba divirtiendo como nunca pero después de hacer lo mismo durante todo el día ya comenzaba a sentirse fatigado y hambriento... sobre todo hambriento.

Se escabulló de la medio podrida chusma que insistía en perseguirlo y se refugió en un cuartucho abandonado. Enseguida se puso a pensar: Había caminado toda la mañana y no había visto ni un solo sitio de donde pudiera sacar comida.

Eso no era bueno, el estomago estaba empezando a rugirle y eso siempre lo ponía ansioso y de mal humor.

Volvió afuera con los zombies para no pensar en esa angustia, quizás si caminaba lo suficiente encontraría algo en el camino.

¿Que lugar era este, por cierto?
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[personal profile] createsheaven
He was supposed to be dead.

He was pretty sure of it, he had gone to Terra, he had seen the Betas living their normal lives and he had decided to ask Trigger to stop the System.

He had died shortly after that, as he couldn't live that long outside of Elysium.

So why was he here? Why wasn't he in the middle of a coughing fit and about to fall over dead again?

...

And why were there zombies all around?



[Quite AU Master is quite AU, not that anybody is seeing xD]
[identity profile] thesexydemon.livejournal.com
[This demon is not pleased by waking up in bizzare places. Not when THE MALAKITA IS ALONE WITH THE POOR RAVE. Well, screw it, at least Lucifer is not here. Yet.

Neither is his harem of women. That can be solved later.

Wait.


WHERE IS MILLIA?!]


... Millia?
[identity profile] define-justice.livejournal.com
The last thing he remembered was Mr. Wright's bed, a marathon of bad zombie movies, popcorn and Trucy jumping straight to the ceiling with each and every scary scene-- a normal saturday night in his mentor's apartment. He probably fell asleep somewhere along the third film, when the flesh-eating creatures were having a fest on some random scientist guy (he couldn't even recall the names, Trucy was going to kill him).

So, after a lot of thought, he concluded he was still sleeping. There was no other possible explanation to his current situation.

Why on earth would he be on the floor, shaking to death in the middle of a deserted town, surrounded by small, green, zombie-like creatures who walked around him like trying to find him otherwise?

Apollo just hoped to wake up before his mind decided it was the perfect time to start panicking.

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