11 April 2009 @ 02:51 am
At least it's not a subway train [Team Dipsmooch]  
Youko was just minding her own business, skulking around the shadier parts of campus and trying to track down a) any filthy murdering shen and b) a free meal - students in the West had a disconcerting, but profitable habit of leaving their food in order to run off to classes, not to mention the occasional booth by some food company or other offering samples and asking you to fill in some survey about how authentic their smoky bacon flavouring was.

One time, she had made the mistake of trying bacon bits. Ugh.

It was a not entirely disimilar feeling she had now, a revulsion that twisted her gut as a bus trundled slowly into a tree in front of her, smashing to a halt. The blood splatters on the windows were enough of a warning to have her gripping the hilt of her sword (she called it a prop when questioned, and no-one ever questioned further) as the doors pinged open and dispensed the walking dead. Not Kuei-Jin, more like Hsien but not the same - but whatever they were, they stank of death and blood and rot, shambling in ones and twos out of the bus, leaving behind the mostly-devoured corpses of the passengers and driver. Youko didn't bother counting them, just noting that they were most likely in the double figures before unsheathing her sword and moving to impale the front runner (shambler) in chest.

Hm. Still moving. This would take a little work. Perhaps she should remove the limbs.
 
 
25 March 2009 @ 01:21 pm
half psychotic sick hypnotic got my blueprint it's symphonic  
The get-together is a sprawling affair, as anyone might have predicted, organized by one Jacob St. Croix; additionally, at the behest of the Prince of the city, who may just be fucking with everyone or may actually have some genuine ulterior motive, it takes place at one of the venues specifically arranged to be on neutral ground. Those who choose to attend are expected to behave themselves and to keep their impulses in check- it seems like a suicidal idea, asking all the supernatural to blend together in one place, but perhaps that's part of the fun. Who will make it through the night?

Not everyone, after all, is prepared to mingle with wolves, drink with witches, and dance with the dead. )