Plagued Fiends [Event/Fang] (Read 333 times)

[VIVIEN LOCKELUSTER]

And so the Earthland was plummeting with disease. There were rumors going about on some people turning into undead creatures, biting the people into infected beings as well. It seems the plague was not nowhere from stopping, but beginning. Vivien too extra precaution and doubled the amount of dolls she had. She waited in a safe area high up from the plague below. She currently been waiting for her partner, whom volunteered to join her if she may interject. She could use all the help she could get. This was a case all of it's own, who knew such a thing could exist? however in the world of magic the imagination is more than likely of being reality.

At this point she wasn't sure what they should be doing. The guild master seemed miffed that all of the guild profiteering had been put to a dead halt. not pun intended. He immediately sought out groups to try to investigate, and if necessary, eliminate the cause of the outbreak. So here she was again looking down at the once called humans. As the roamed in search of new blood, she wasn't human so this wasn't going to effect her in the least. Her partner wasn't human at himself. They should be fine, but they should avoid being bitten. She wouldn't like to test her theory of being 'exactly' human any time soon.

[Fang the Defiler]

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Fang do this. Fang do that. Was that all his guildmaster was capable of saying to him?

Humans with their numerous weakness always found some sort of way to get trapped underneath the claws of life, and these claws came in the shape of stumbling, shambling, lifeless husks that towed their shells town to town in search of fresh flesh to quench their never ending hunt for the living.

Ciceros had grown quite tired of the untamed creatures, because everyone knew, when utilized properly zombies could actually be an asset to the guild, but these monsters at these numbers would be too much to handle. They would be only good dead, and they needed to find the source of the trouble.

He was to meet Vivien at the topmost area of the city where they could survey the wreckage below and formulate some sort of plan. A living dead girl and a demon, now who could predict they would make such a decent team? Helot, in his rare uncertainty about the girl, decided that, ultimately she wasn't human enough to consider her a vice, a stain on the world, rather as a patch, an improvement from the original design.

She would do well to remember his unusual tolerance of her.

His red frame cast a large shadow over her, stretching over the edge until his footsteps could be heard. Wearing his usual dress boots with an inch or two of casual, near feminine heels, Helot was dressed to impress those around him. His brilliant, trademark trench coat hung, shrugged off his shoulders. "Good afternoon, dear Vivien. How are we today? Are you thanking your genes that you weren't born human? Worse than dirt, and riddled with disease." He said in a pleasant tone.

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[VIVIEN LOCKELUSTER]

She looked below as she saw a group of undead ripping apart a carcass of sorts. It was too badly decomposed to tell what it was at this height. She heard footsteps behind her, but there was nothing to worry about. It was only the demon, Fang. She still looked on as he spoke. She wasn't really in the mood to give a nice little retort to the man. She turned to him once he was finished speaking. 


"If by thanking you mean glad I am not one of those putrid voracious flesh eaters, then yes I am quite thankful I am not human."

She turned and looked below at the remains of the carcass. She watched as the dead walkers moved on, albeit very slowly. It might take them all day to reach the end of town. Most of the houses are boarded up. It seems who ever is still out there alive was safe for the time being. She wondered what kind of person would make monsters as these? Well, she could say the same for herself. She became bored watching the undead make their way over to the town. She supposed now that the demon was here they should now talk business.


"Alright then. So what are we supposed to do out here? Kill these things or find out what's causing it? I didn't exactly get anything from Ciceros. He said he told you and you tell me everything. What's the deal and do you have any ideas how we go about it?"

[Fang the Defiler]

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Vivien was cut in a clade above human kind, and while not as impressive as a demon, her creation made for some curious amusement. Humans creating humans like little pets, it was quite laughable. A hand lifted to pat her head in a mockingly fond fashion. "Good girl." He commented dryly as he coddled her like a well behaved dog. She had already shown considerable promise in his eyes, a being without lies or conceit - could be proven quite useful to him in the future.

The town was protected, mildly so. Zombies weren't strong enough on their own to disassemble buildings and tear apart wooden and metal fixtures blocking off residents inside. He hoped that the ants would keep safe in their homes and not make it more difficult for the clean up crew. Them. Crossing his arms, he entertained himself with watching the zombies tear apart the last scavenged corpses long dead from their initial siege. The red head yawned.

"Ciceros wants us to clean up the zombies in town - then try to trace the bodies. Seems like standard procedure. Guildmaster hates them in town, obviously. Keep in toe, girly."

Kicking off the ground, the demon launched himself down upon a small group of zombies, the force of his landing knocking the three of them back before his claws slashed forward, disabling one as it sliced through its chest and arm.

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[VIVIEN LOCKELUSTER]

Vivien glared at the demon as she was petted like a common house pet. She did not appreciate his efforts to annoy her. She was not a four legged companion expecting affection. She was a human, an artificial one and not a house pet. For now she wouldn't rebuttal, there wasn't anytime for that. The had an important mission and it would be a waste of time having some argument with this demon. She sighed, now for the mission at hand.

According to their Guild Master they are to wipe the rest of the dead walker off the face of the town and attempt an investigation to the origin of the outbreak. It might be a bit tougher to get the second half of the mission done being that the outbreak happened so suddenly and everywhere. She looked down to the dead walkers. They didn't look too strong alone, they weren't able to take down any barriers the human placed within their homes. However she knew zombies are know to attack in hordes and overwhelm people with their massive numbers. As long as they took down the dead in groups of three or less they should be fine and not become overwhelmed. Before she could go over this with the demon he decided to dive into the action, literally. She commended the eloquent literary devices being in place but if wasn't too careful he might become overwhelmed.

She watched as he took down a group of three easily. Vivi knew she wasn't as strong as demon, and even though she was above humanity, she had her own limitations. She couldn't brutally attack them as her red headed companion. She rummaged through her bag until she found what she was looking for. She pulled out a small doll that looked like a lion. It was about as big as her hand. With the use of her magic she turned it to strings and it ensnared the doll as she placed it to the ground. Soon the doll grew to the size of an actual lion. It roared to life and leaned forward so Vivi could climb on its back. Once she was secured, the lion jumped down on a group of zombies. It's gaping maw grabbed two of the dead and shook them apart with it's powerful jaws. It took out the others with its sharp claws. It roared once again in victory, then moving on to another group of zombies.

[Fang the Defiler]

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It would have been a lot easier and take much less effort if Ciceros got off his cushioned plush seat and actually raised a finger to help out wipe out the useless slabs of manflesh from engorging themselves on the citizens of the town. He tossed a few strands of cirmson hair behind his shoulders, stiffening as he felt the zombies's groping hands closing in on him.

Any further and they'd corner him, group him and overpower him, but then again, he wasn't human. Far from it, and that was what they should be fearing - those like them, and not. Human like, but certainly not human. He idly wondered if their bite would have any effect on Vivien, but as he left her to soar down towards the groups alone, he had almost forgot about her form.

He never got an accurate assessment of her skills, but he hoped that she would be able to protect herself from getting bitten. The last thing he needed was to explain to Ciceros that one of his newest recruits fell in the trivial plague of undead. Pitiful.

Although Helot had more urgent matters to attend to, those carrying the weight of a much higher priority. The corpses surged onwards, a group of eight and growing. They were attracting the groups around them, plaguing the city, soon they all would be upon them. His claws glinted once more, eager for the taste of decaying matter upon its pores. The blood gleamed before Helot lunged forward, slashing though one and trampling through to the other side, attacking an exposed flank.

Two more fell, and his crimson eyes quickly regarded the status of his partner, a tight grin curling upon his face at the image of Vivien mounted upon a constructed lion of some sort. Interesting. His claws clenched into fists, before taking off towards her, shouldering through a group as they crashed to the ground to moan and slowly regain their footing.

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