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Post by Zanza and Thor on Jan 11, 2009 23:34:28 GMT -5
Zanza took another bite of his jerky, not bothering to mess with his ponytail further. "Well it is an honorable thing that you stayed and tried to help anyone you could find, no one would have questioned though if you had left. During times like these you will be faced with options like that a lot, you need to set priorities about what's more important saving everyone you can or ensuring your own survival", Zanza was speaking more for his own benefit then for Mira's. Zanza seemed to drift as he started to remember some of the decisions he had made in the past.
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Wolfen Graal
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Post by Wolfen Graal on Jan 11, 2009 23:57:28 GMT -5
Haru watched the two survivors from the end of the hallway, trying to decide her course of action. She knew Sen was here, she had followed Tyrant 005 here, but she was growing impatient and had decided to look for herself. When she had first stumbled upon these two, she originally had thought to put a bullet to them. As she watched them, their surprising efficiency had given her a thought. She wracked her brain to think of how to execute it, fairly confident in her ability to manipulate men, but the girl... she might swing her way, but until she was sure she knew not to press it. She nodded quickly and took a silent step back, messing up her hair and ripping her clothes in select places, in the end making it appear as though she, too, had suffered from the incident. She put on one of her high heels, hiding the other out of sight, and stumbled forward, instantly putting on the appearance of a terrified woman. She looked at the two on the bench and started to rush over, her lopsided walk pronounced, but not too much, and her face showing relief. "Oh, thank God, I thought I was the only one, please, you've got to help me!" Her voice echoed her relief, but it also showed her desperation. She didn't bother to hide her handgun, the weapon sticking out of one of the pocket of her lab coat, but the syringes were carefully concealed, hidden from even the most observing of eyes. To add to her drama, she stumbled again and nearly fell, the heel of her shoe breaking off by accident, but helping her helpless appearance non-the-less.
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Post by Mira Ulrik on Jan 12, 2009 0:19:24 GMT -5
Mira nodded slowly, understanding what he meant, yet half inclined to disagree. "Sorry, caravan habits die hard. It was standard protocol to sweep the area for other survivors before you moved on." She said with a slight sardonic smile. Packing the Jerky back away into her pack. "Apocalypse is a terrible thing to face alone.." she said slightly, eyes half-mast when their momentary peace was shattered by the arrival of another survivor.
In a flash, Mira had raised her firearm, aimed at the Woman's head when she realized it was human. Lowering her gun slightly she stood, setting the bag of jerky to her side. The fact that the woman was dressed like a scientist perturbed the young woman, but she merely raised her brow. She had never seen the woman in the school before, but it was not improbable that she had come as a visiting teacher to the science division. What was even more suspicious however was the fact that she appeared to be ruffled up, her outfit torn to shreds, however was remarkable clean and unscratched otherwise.
Tilting her head Mira watched her , Her firearm tilted away from Haru's figure, however not relaxed. "Were you bitten?" she called out, eyes cold.
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Wolfen Graal
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Post by Wolfen Graal on Jan 12, 2009 0:25:08 GMT -5
Haru blinked, inwardly applauding the young woman on her inquisitive nature. "What? No, no, I'm fine, my clothes just got a little roughed up." She cursed in her mind, realizing that her clothes were torn up, but she herself was unharmed. She took it in stride and kicked her shoe off in apparent anger as she rushed forward, subtly playing the damsel in distress role, hoping the man would be affected. "Please, I'm just looking for my son, he's a student here, his name is Senshiro Norimoto. He's the only Asian, I think he's in danger, please, you have to help me."
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Post by Mira Ulrik on Jan 12, 2009 0:31:52 GMT -5
Mira felt a small amount of victory as she saw the facade cracked, at least just a bit. However when he mentioned Sen, Mira paused and nodded. "Yeah, I think I know who you mean, we were just with him, then he decided to play hero and run off into danger." She mentioned, a very slight edge of cruelty in her tone. "We were trying to get him out of the mess, when it became clear the thing chasing him was too powerful. So we got out of there. Honestly I don't know the status of your son after that." She said, taking a step back to keep her distance from the women.
She still did not trust the strange woman and did not want her getting to close, she only hoped that her current companion would do the same. There was something about this woman that was dangerous.
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Wolfen Graal
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Post by Wolfen Graal on Jan 12, 2009 0:34:46 GMT -5
Haru gasped. "What was it, was it big, burnt all over? That thing is after my son?" She sobbed, tears starting to swell up in her eyes, fear edging into her voice. "That thing got me, it picked me up and smelled me, but then it just threw me and walked off. I don't think it attacks unless you attack it."
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Post by Mira Ulrik on Jan 12, 2009 0:44:26 GMT -5
Mira's eyes once more looked up and down the form of Haru, brow raising a fraction higher. "I must say, I wish I could keep my whites as clean as you can, Mrs. Normoto was it?" Her eyes narrowed. "When I so much as fall down on my own they get dirty, much less do I get some bruises. " Her eyes ran down the woman's smooth legs, much too revealed under her tight business attire skirt. "You must be a very tough woman to be thrown away by something so big and strong, and not even get a scratch. " Emphasis highlighted her words, trying to say a lot with out saying anything direct.
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Post by Big Boss, Lord of Light on Jan 12, 2009 0:48:36 GMT -5
Graves holstered his Berretta as he picked up the heavier .357. He took careful aim at the creature's head and fired two quick shots from the weapon. The first landed near the creature's neck the second at the base of where it's skull should be.
"Hey! Ugly!" Graves shouted to the creature, as he fired off a third shot at the creature's back. "Pick on some one in your league!"
Graves kept the weapon trained on the creature as he watched the boy close his eyes.
"It'll be okay kid....I promise I will get you out of this!" Graves shouted to the boy. "Don't give up[ on me, now."
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Wolfen Graal
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Post by Wolfen Graal on Jan 12, 2009 0:50:01 GMT -5
Haru mentally smiled, glad to have such a worthy opponent. Her face however, became insulted. "You think I would lie about that? I don't know who you think you are, ma'am, and I couldn't care less. I just want my son, that's all, so if you're not going to help me, then at least tell me which direction to go." She glared at Mira. "Or are you going to dispute that I'm Sen's mother, too?" A moan echoed through the hall and Haru drew her gun and spun in place, immediately taking aim at the source, though it was out of sight. Her hands were steady dispite her disheveled appearance.
(OOC: In case you're wondering, her back is to you, Mira. Now, back to Sen.)
Sen nodded, opening his eyes as the monster slowly turned it's blackened and burnt head toward Graves. It growled at him, holding the gigantic blade aloft. Sen started to ease around it when Muramasa snapped it's hand back, slapping Sen across the face. The blow wasn't too hard, but it was enough to knock the small teenager unconcious. The monster raised the sword into an obvious stance and growled, it's free hand waving in a "bring it on" manner.
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Post by Mira Ulrik on Jan 12, 2009 0:58:42 GMT -5
Mira frowned slightly and folded her arms, taking one more step away from the woman while she watched the scene unfold. "I hardly see the situation calling for me to not show suspicion. I don't doubt you are his mother, You are just as insane." She muttered the words under her breath as she surveyed her once more.
Mira was all about helping other survivors, and trusting people, but there was just something about this woman that was not right. Everything she said and did was just... off. However she did not voice any more opinions and just stood by, waiting for Zanza's response to the sudden arrival of Haru.
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Post by Big Boss, Lord of Light on Jan 12, 2009 1:02:54 GMT -5
Graves grunted as the creature knocked the boy unconsious. He lowered the aim of the weapon and began to take torso shots at the creature, emptying the remaining rounds of the Magnum into the creature. Dropping the empty weapon, Graves produced his police baton from his side. With a flick the baton extended to it's full 24 inch length. The tip of the baton had been filled down to a sharpened point for stabbing. If it was a fight this creature wanted, then he would be glad to take it on.
"Lord...>I am your arm of Justice." Graves muttered to himself, as he held the baton tightly in his hands. "Let my blows strike true....I am your righteous arm of Vengeance."
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Post by Wolfen Graal on Jan 12, 2009 1:08:29 GMT -5
Muramasa deftely blocked the first of the shots, his arms and blade moving with blinding fast reflexes, but the shots were too powerful for it to block them all, it's blade would shatter, so Muramasa took them. It almost laughed as the man pulled out the baton. It weighed the situation and made a decision. Sen was unconcious, so he wasn't going anywhere. Muramasa could have some fun. It put the gigantic sword away, sheathing it slowly, and started walking toward the officer, it's arms out in the Praying Mantis fighting style. Even though it's grin was fixed, it seemed to smile in excitement, hoping against hope that the officer would stay and fight.
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Post by Zanza and Thor on Jan 12, 2009 2:14:54 GMT -5
Zanza was slow to rise after realizing the new comer wasn't one of the zombies. He had observed the woman's lack of bruises and rather clean clothes. He had watched both of the women argue not feeling like entering the conversation. However after he heard the moan Zanza pulled his bow from it's place and nocked an arrow and waited. He then noticed how steady the other newcomers hands were holding the gun.
"You hold your gun quite steady for someone who seemed so frightened and disheveled just moments before", Zanza cracked an eyebrow. This woman was obviously lying her clothes were ripped but weren't dirty, she wasn't injured even despite her appearance and story. Zanza was naturally untrusting of the scientist types due to these creatures being their fault to begin with but this one seemed overly suspicious. To top it all off this woman just looked fake, like one of those pampered rich women who used money to get what they wanted.
"Scientist till we verify your story stay in front of me, if you even try to get near me I will put you down without a second thought", Zanza glared at the woman putting up a flawless facade. While he didn't trust this woman he didn't know if he could kill her in cold blood. Yet even when it came down to it if this woman was a risk to his own well being he would make the same decision that he had made many times before. When it came down to it Zanza was looking out for himself more then almost anyone. He lived to fight honorably to protect that which was dear to him, but with the hand life had dealt him the only thing left that was dear to him was himself.
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Post by Mira Ulrik on Jan 12, 2009 8:21:36 GMT -5
Mira's eyes moved between the two other survivors, watching them and surveying every movement, however focusing on the female. Mira could not help but smile ever so slightly as the events played out, mentally applauding the zombie hunter for not falling into the scientists lap after her half-baked facade was cracked.
Firearm still in hand from when the other woman had survived, Mira unfolded her arms slightly slower then the others and aimed it towards the rapidly growing darkness. In moments, her stance had changed fluidly from relaxed to coiled, ready for whatever would reveal itself from the dark outer hall. Reaching forward with her other hand, Mira flicked on her Picatinny light and aimed it towards the moan. Bright light piercing into the darkness to reveal what lay hidden.
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Post by Big Boss, Lord of Light on Jan 12, 2009 10:36:20 GMT -5
Graves saw that the creature entered what looked to him as some sort of fighting stance. Graves cautiously moved towards the creature, his baton ready in his hands. Carefully he approached, his mind flickering with thoughts of this things capabilities. More than likely he was on a fools errand, but if he did not do something, the kid would die. That was something he could not allow, not on his watch. Once he got within reach of the creature, he dropped the baton and drew his .38 revolver and let loose three quick shots at the creature's head. He knew that the shots may not be able to kill the monster, but maybe it would somehow knock it unconsious. Realistically speaking, there was no way anything could ignore the barrage of bullets he had been firing at it for too long.
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