Night of the Living Thread

[Serras-Kai]

The day was beautiful, possibly the best day he had seen in quite some time. But then he'd not seen a day in quite some time. So any day was a good day. But was that an accurate judgment?

Mergh on it.

The frail body of the Doctor stepped over the shattered door of the mausoleum, tossing aside the upper half of a coffin he was still holding for reasons he couldn't fathom.

Shrugging off the occurrence, The Doctor looked over his new location- a graveyard. A perfect location for him.

Good? Yes. No. Yes? Noyesno. Possibly.

Wait yes it was. It was very good for him.

Shlinking out from his own grave site, The Doctor stood over a series of marked graves. Glad to be back, glad to be walking the earth.

Oh yes, the weather. It was raining, but not heavily. The sky was choked by gray clouds of swirling mass. The day was beautiful.

Or so the Doctor told himself, as he hefted his syringe onto his back, shovel in hand.

[Angel]

The first entry. I don't know why, but it's never really the same. My heart was beating fast as I felt my body rushing against the harsh winds. The sights around me in this frightening swirl of sound, light, and even smell was beyond the imaginations of most.. well, even most of the fantasy simulations that I loved. If it weren't for the fact that I had seen it before, I kinda thought I couldn't have imagined it either. It was hard to describe the feeling of rushing through it, that feeling that if you fell or rammed hard against anything right now that your bones would be broken in itty bitty pieces. The feeling that everything could end in just a moment.. wondering how you were even flying so fast. It hurt my heart a little, and I probably would have cried, even wet my suit if I hadn't done it before.

My hand though, was still on my eye. My heart was still beating fast not just from the warping, but from the feeling that I had just escaped from. I was so scared, so so scared. I didn't know what to do with the man's gun resting on my eyelid, him calmly stating what he planned to do. I could still feel the cold metal feeling as my heart beat rose, as I almost wanted to just die right there before he could do it. I didn't want to go that way.

Suddenly, plop. I was there.

Where there was, I wasn't sure. It could be the same world, the same universe I was from (though unlikely since the sky was gray and not pink), it could be something completely different. All I could do was trust in that nurturing voice, trust that it was trying to help me live like my uncle wanted me too. Like I pinky promised I would. I didn't wanna break that promise, I wanted to live.

But silly me, I was alive right now right? Looking around, I felt the cold water fall on my skintight body suit as if it was falling on my skin. It took a moment, but then suddenly I felt a sharp sting on my bottom from when I feel. Rubbing and willing the pain away, I grimaced and stood up. Even though I had been moving when I was warping, it felt as if my body hadn't been used in a while and everything was sore.

It smelled dead here.

That was something that suddenly pop'ed in my mind, and I didn't like it. It smelled like death, and I noticed that in the distance I could see what looked like a graveyard. Well, not too far.. definitely within walking distance. Looking closer, I saw something moving.. and my heart took a few extra beats. Everything was still so new around me, this feeling of falling in a land of gray, damp death. Did I want to go see who would call this place a road, or.. well.. maybe even a home? I was scared, really scared. I felt myself shivering all over, and not just from being a little cold in my suit. Once again, I found myself wishing that I could have afforded to get a better one, one with heating.

But, I was trying to escape from my decision. Go on walking? Or run away? Even if all of my heart was telling me walking towards the place of death was a bad decision, I felt the first feelings of loneliness, the first feelings of the loss of friends I hadn't thought of yet. I was alone in this world, alone. No one knew me, and no one cared about me.

That thought really hurt.

So I took hold of the wet hair on my head and ringed out my four ponytails in attempt to dry them, shook off some of the water from my suit, all around just made sure I didn't look like a big silly, and slowly started approaching the place I saw the movement. I would go slow though, just in case it was something scary.

[Tony Redgrave]

Oh graveyards! So many seemed so drab and so dreary these days and that was truly a shame. One would think that the area your body would be sitting in for the rest of eternity would at least look a little more bright and uplifting but, from the looks of this place, that wasn't quite the case. The dull overtones of uniform grey seemed shrouded just about everything you could imagine. The graves, the clouds up in the sky, even the ground was damp and muddy and looked just like regular clay.

And to top it all off, it was raining. What a wonderful day this was turning out to be..

But such a dull day wouldn't deter one such young man from taking a casual stroll through the thick of it all. Armed with nothing more then a yellow trench coat and spiky black hair, he simply trotted his way past the various marked graves along the path. Hm, but who was this fellow? Nothing more then another thief out in the world on his lonesome. Ah but then what was he doing? Perhaps a bit of grave robbing?

Not quite. It just wasn't the style of this one to go through ones final resting place and look for petty little valuables. There was no honor in that and rarely could there be something there that would be of interest. Instead, you got the old bag of bones and a few sizable femurs which was totally not cool and.. well boring..

Though as the young man trudged on through the muddy grounds and less then flattering landscape, his nose caught wind of something most fowl and treacherous. Yes, for not too far away, an odor of the highest offense had danced over from over yonder and proceeded to belly dance underneath his nostrils "Woah!" he quickly cried out. Seriously, that's all he could even say on the matter!

It was that bad. In fact, this odor was something he could equate to a fine mix between vomit, dead carrion that had been sitting out in the sun for days, and scent of the depths of a sewer mixed with various other pootastic elements. It was nigh indescribable. But in the face of grossness which wasn't really that far away, he grew curious as to what could be making that odd smell. So, he did what any adventurer would do!

What did he do? He pinched his nostrils together and kept moving on up! Such things only meant that it was indeed Adventure Time!

[Serras-Kai]

Someone was there. Someone had said something along the lines of WOAH.

Someone was not dying of poisons. Someone needed to be dying of poison. The Doctor NEEDED someone to be dying. He required it- he needed it so bad he could taste it.

Spitting out the clod of poison he'd mistaken for symbolic ambition, the Doctor lowered his shovel, allowing it to slam into the dirt at his feat and make a small gash in the soft dirt.

Blinking behind his unnatural glasses, the Doctor nodded towards a grave, a distant one, one a few hundred feet from him.

From the confining dirt came a blast of smoke and the smell of clawing death, a tall, impossible-to-recognize-from-his-original-form creature screeched unnaturally as it was once again freed.

Motioning for it to approach, the creature nodded stupidly and trotted over in a way most befitting of a loyal (albeit unintelligent) dog before finally arriving next to the Doctor, its gaze asking him of his wishes for it.

He didn't speak, not really. But the creature got the idea- someone was here, and he the Doctor wanted them found. The creature nodded in compliance, and turned to find the ones it's summoner had returned it to life with the task of unleashing it upon.

[Angel]

I was still scared as I walked on, and saw other movements around too. There was more than one person here, which made things worse even though she was heading her to not be lonely. If there was more than one person, this made all the bad things that could happen doubled with each person added into it. Plus more, there was a ton of scary things people could do with other people that they couldn't do alone.

Her soft and silky body was also seriously not standing well with this could, damp air and the thin bodysuit she was wearing wasn't helping. She needed to find some kinda place to go beddybe, or things would get dangerous and scary. All she could think of doing though, was to keep heading for the scary looking graveyard and hope with hopeful hearts that it was connect to some town she couldn't see.

However, as she was getting closer to the site and closer to someone ahead of her that also was heading in that direction, the smell got worser and worser. The soft voiced little girl started coughing and gaging, and even puked a little on the ground. This caused her sniffles to head up, as puking was still somewhat traumatizing for a young girl her age. She really wished she wasn't too afraid to go into her dream world, she thought sadly. That's really where she wanted to be. [/size]

[Tony Redgrave]

This smell wasn't too bad! At least that's what he himself was thinking at the moment. But then again, for him the smell could only get but so much worst. Unknowingly, powers of his own were shielding his own senses from being completely overwhelmed by the stench of death, decay, and perhaps fecal matter now that he could really smell things now. No matter the case, there would be no tossing cookies on his end of the graveyard. But that was the least of his troubles.

Noticing a figure from afar, the man in the yellow coat ducked behind a nearby tombstone. Of who's it was, it mattered not. It was just large enough to hide his form from view and have some peeking space and that sir, was good enough. So, peeking off to the right side, he decided to gather information.

It was from afar that the young thief did notice that wasn't alone within this place. In fact, there was someone just over yonder. A grotesque looking chap as he. Long unkempt white hair and skin about as pale as the combined paleness of thirteen ghosts. Mister Thief could see that from just how his clothes were hanging off of him and his posture, he was malnourished and sickly too. But then again, it was a little foggy here and there so, these observations were just observations that were obstructed observations!

Those weren't the best kinds observations mind you. Ah but there was more to learn just from watching. After all, just a few seconds after he made his analysis, the person in question tilted his head off into the distance, a bit of a nod from the looks of it. A normal gesture but, in this case, it had not so normal effects. A black cloud of smoke from out of nowhere, erupted from the ground in front of a tombstone, and out from it, another guest had crawled up from the earth itself just to join the party.

It didn't take long to see where this was going. The being in question who as he drew nearer, was clearly not of the living variety. Though decayed into a form that was barely human and ghastly in all ways, it seemed to be taking orders. How did he know? Well, it nodded towards the malnourished fellow, approached him, and nodded again as if it received commands. It went off towards his general area, just as if it were looking for something.

"Interesting indeed.." he softly muttered. It really was. In fact, it was so interesting that he had taken out his fabled black notebook and began jotting down all that he saw so far. A strange looking pale guy who can seemly bring back the dead with a nod and now, a live revenant was around and about! But, this wasn't very good. The living dead as he could judge from a number of movies he had seen had a taste for the sweet embrace of living flesh and.. nine times out of ten, they wanted to consume it.

Ah well, he would do a more in-depth investigation in a few moments. Just as soon as he finished up a few of his sketches. But, he was interrupted by sounds of gagging and sniffing and coughs. He turned only to see, a young girl doubled over and spilling the contents of her stomach out on the ground. Not good at all.. especially with that zombie fellow roaming about all willy nilly. But what could he do? Getting up to go help her could draw attention to himself and if he surprised her, she may simply reveal both of their positions.

The only thing he could think of was trying to get her attention the best way he could really do so now and that, was in a hush hushed manner. "Psst!! Get down!" it was a whisper of a most harsh tone and most likely one she wouldn't hear but, he had to try.

[king]

How in the world did Juto end up in a graveyard an with it drizzying as well. He woke up to a disgusting smell and with drool coming down from his mouth from him sleeping. Juto was lying face down with his face in the dirt and his clothes covers in dirt as well. Juto knew that he must have raged to not know what had happen and how he got here.

Juto got up slowy only to embrace more of this meesed up smell that was about to make him puke. He was never exposed to anything this smelly in his life so it was really messing up his insides. Juto stood up completely only to drop right back down on the ground due to a scary ass site. " That was a damn zombie....am I still sleeping?" Juto was confused and wanted help an soon seen what looked like to be a older man. Juto was hiding behind a grave stone and things didn't look to good for him until he seen a girl?

she was beauitful and Juto wondered why she was here but understood why she was puking. How was he going to get here attention an try to get out of here with his life. Juto wasn't afraid of fighting but we were talking about something that cant be killed even if Juto raged he would have just lost control over himself and died in the process. Juto stayed knelt behind the grave stone while the rain gently feel down on him and hoped that he could get the girl attention before anything bad happened to her.

[Serras-Kai]

The brain eater's head snapped one way, then the other. Two people? Or more, maybe. There were several people here now, more than one but less than a bunch. Ho hum, The Doctor would kill them all if he had the chance.

The Brain eater turned it's back to them, half because it wanted to say something to it's master and half because it was an idiot. With it's hands it signaled the number two, an improvised question mark, a thumbs down, then a number five.

Two or more but less than five. At the very least since it turned it's back they would be able to see it, but even still, he could do better than to turn his back to them like that, leaving it all open.

In the meantime, the Doctor slammed a loose headstone on the ground, and readied his shovel. Better overly cautious than overly dead, he always said. Or thought- he couldn't speak after all. He'd always though it.

Slamming his shovel down, he prepared to dig if necessary, as his Brain Eater servant turned back to the fog and the intruders.

[Angel]

Dun dun. It seems as if Kaos was in trouble. She was walking further and further into what could possibly be a very gruesome situation. Just then though, she heard something. Sure, it wasn't very coherent, but she heard it. Turning her head quickly, since she was a fearful girl and was already paralyzingly, massively one edge. She saw a man that looked pretty shifty trying to get her attention. Then, almost right after.. another movement she noticed from another direction and spoted man who look about as equally shifty and sneaky. She looked back and forth between them and stated to shiver. Was she about to be jumped? Where these some of the men after her? Deep down, she expected she would hear the familiar voice in her head telling her it was time for another leap..

But it was then that she noticed another movement. This one was in front of her and even with her knees shaking, she looked onward to see who it could be. When she got a sight of the creature, the gruesome and gross looking ghoul, it was too much for this little loli maiden to take. She screamed. A ear splitting, screech of a scream with plenty of tears for good measure. Oh, to be a young damsel in distress, am I right?

[Tony Redgrave]

[This topic should be renamed Night of The Living Thread lol]

Oh what to do about this one? She had already made a little yelp and attracted more attention to herself then one could ask for. She was scared, no doubt and she was quite young, no doubt about that either. Damsel in distress? Maybe. In very real danger? Maybe. But should he himself act and save her? Nope. From the looks of things, she would be just fine for now.

From his little observation point, he could see the creature had not even attempted to lounge after her in typical flesh eating zombie style. Instead, that decaying sack of flesh turned towards the pale guy digging and did some odd hand gestures.

Two fingers up..

Some odd hand sign..

A thumbs down..

and then five fingers up..

He couldn't really figure it out to be honest. All he knew was it had to do with the numbers two and five. Two people were in plain sight after all. The girl and that loud thuggish man steadied upon a tombstone. But what five? Didn't matter anyway.

The fact of the matter was the creature had its back turned like a fool and it wasn't taking any nefarious action. No one was in danger and just in case anything did happen, there was someone else around and the zombie was pretty slow, both in the head and in terms of movement. Anyone could run from that.

He could get back to investigation! To aid in his pursuit, he quietly slipped off that bright coat of his and left it right in front of his feet. From there, he was free to move and sneak about. Daftly moving up from the tombstone he was behind to another taller one up ahead, contorting his body enough to hide his body behind it. The long haired fellow with the ominous odor quite busy in pursuit of digging had halted for some reason but for what exactly?

Before he could be sure, he deemed it best to just stay quiet and observe.

[king]

How in the world did this happen or could have happened to him. He understood that he wasn't going to make it to heaven because of all the evil things that he committed but was this the fate he was suppose to receive?. Everything was very bad indeed but Juto might be able to sneak away and run for the hills. As he began to stand up real slowly...." Oh Shit, stop screaming dumb girl" this young female had screamed her lungs out and probably got him caught.

He ducked down quickly hoping he wasn't caught because the only thing that could have been seen over the grave stone that he was hiding behind was his dark black hair as he slowly stood up. He look toward the girl an seen that this other man was here. Juto didn't know what he was doing but as long as he didn’t get in the way of him escaping or saving this young damsel in distress and probably gain a reward of a few kisses or more. "SHEESSSHHH , we will get caught , don't worry I will help you".

Juto little reasoning probably didn't get heard due to all the screaming she was doing. Juto still stood ready though, well crouched ready for anything that was a surprise or seemed a threat that would mess him up saving this beautiful young girl or killing him. "Why did I have to pass out here and wake up to this why?"

[Serras-Kai]

And the game had begun.

The Brain Eater, too stupid to understand a trap when he spotted one, lunged at the source of the scream, happening upon a small child he fully intended on devouring... he could live up to his name after all. He snarled as his drooling maw neared her, swiping in an x pattern followed by an attempted bite.

Meanwhile the doctor dug himself a small hole, waist deep, using his aptitude with a shovel to create it so quickly. However, that wasn't the purpose. The frail body clambered out of the new hole and stood behind the misplaced dirt, which he also dug until it formed something of a makeshift wall for him to duck behind. He wouldn't be pleased if he died again today, so he wanted to make sure he damn well didn't.

[Angel]

Kaos wasn't about to become a icky Zombie's dinner though. After she screamed, she felt a ton better. Aiming a shimmering green beam, she ignored the voices around her and tried to be brave. Well, maybe a little less, "ignored the voices" and a little bit more, she was so far in the zone that she couldn't hear them in the first place. In fact, for a split second she forgot the other two men were even there, this frightening creature was all she could concentrate on. It was like something from her scary nightmares. He was a clumsy little dead zombie, and was trying to bite her. She wouldn't let that.. this was a monster, not a human. And he was trying to hurt her.

She had to keep fighting! She couldn't give up and die, she promised her uncle she would never do that. So firing that powerful beam, she aimed it right at the mouth that was opening to try to bite her. [/size]