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Rocket Raccoon (rocket_raccoon) wrote in freedomtownic,
@ 2014-06-24 11:33:00

Entry tags:

!thread, deadpool (deadp0ol), peter quill (616) (_starlord_), rocket raccoon (rocket-raccoon), ~boss, ~jack carter, ~kate beckett, ~lady deadpool (ladydeadpool), ~nikola tesla, ~six (shootyoumyself)

Who: Rocket, open to all
Where: Mar-Vell Memorial Park (In the middle of Knowhere. MIDDLE OF KNOWHERE! HAH!)
When: Tuesday morning
What: Rocket returns to his home universe... AND BRINGS A SHITLOAD OF ZOMBIES WITH HIM.
Rating: TBD - possibly warnings for language and violence.

Lest anyone think that it was merely people from other realities being dropped off here, let's clarify: this was happening in ALL realities. And sometimes? People from OUR reality were being thrown into other ones. One such being? Was none other than Rocket Raccoon. Disappearing mere days before the Guardians agreed to this assignment, he'd been gone for a little over a month now.

Or at least, it'd been about a month to everyone in this reality.

To Rocket? He'd been gone for almost four months now, bouncing from reality to reality, meeting people from various other universes and finding ways to cope and survive. The one good thing that had come of it? Was meeting the woman who'd somehow managed to bounce through universes with him, Six. In the universe SHE was from, she was an alien, just like him. They'd bonded over mutual feelings of isolation, and love of heavy weaponry, and had managed to forge a true, unbreakable bond of friendship.

The universe that the two had just been in was one that had seen a zombie apocalypse basically scorch the earth. People in this universe? Would know it as The Walking Dead universe. Was being in such a place scary and stressful? OF COURSE. But hey! At least it gave Rocket and Six some things to shoot at. And god knew they both needed the release by this point. Plus, that type of setting? Gave Rocket INSANE amounts of material to use as spare parts for weapons.

They'd met a small group of survivors, and had been in the middle of being attacked by what looked to be an absolute HORDE of the undead, when suddenly, Rocket and Six felt themselves surrounded by that intense white light again.... only this time it seemed to swallow up a large circle of space around them.

Rocket felt himself falling, before hitting the ground in the middle of what Cosmo had named Mar-Vell Memorial Park. Having never seen this huge addition to Knowhere, Rocket had no clue where the hell he was as he slowly rose, grabbing the ridiculously large blaster rifle he carried. No... right now, all he could do was stare, slack-jawed, at the hundreds of undead that had been brought through WITH them. Awwwwww, hell.

"SIX!" Rocket called out, unsure if the girl had even come through with him. "Wherever the flark we are now, this looks like a residential area! We gotta make sure these zombie flartnards don't get far enough away from here that they can start biting people!"

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katebeckett
2014-06-24 06:50 pm UTC (link)

A talking raccoon carrying a gun. Beckett considered it a mark of her ability to adjust that the sight neither gave her pause or confusion - at least on the outside. From her position in what she'd quietly began calling The Hub (in a nod to the universe she'd fallen in to, naturally) she had watched the animal - though she supposed, like Cosmo, he was indeed a person - discharge several rounds while calling out for someone named Six.

What that meant, who that was, she didn't know, but a quick switch of cameras, a few typed commands by of the security officers on his keyboard, and she quickly understood what he was shooting at. "Are those....." Kate asked, eyebrows wrinkling together, mouth falling open slightly as one bloody, gnarled human corpse shuffled into the view of the camera, teeth bared and eyes empty, "...zombies," she breathed, allowing herself five seconds to absorb the new reality, and five more to tamp down on the thousands of questions and the rush of panic that came with it.

Zombies weren't real, but they were another thing in a growing list that could happen here. Talking animals, super powers, aliens, vampires, wizards - it kept growing and Kate kept rolling with the punches, issuing orders for security measures to lock down the mechanical areas of the ship, to bar access to the city that had been built at its center unless you had the required security clearance to enter.

And then she reached for her comm with one hand, and a gun with the other, shouldering the strap of the rifle across her chest and ignoring the twinge of panic at having such a large barrel pressed against her skin. Undoubtedly once this was over, her PTSD would come back with a vengeance if her body was already recoiling at even touching a long range weapon, but Kate shook it off, compartmentalized the feeling as she called up those individuals on the ship who had sworn to protect it, and then lifted the comm to her mouth for a ship-wide broadcast.

"This is Comrade Beckett, Head of Security for this ship. It would appear that we have been boarded by some individuals who are up to no good. For your safety, I am going to ask that all refugees remain inside their homes, with doors locked, and that all ship personnel either avoid the city or find a safe place to wait out this current problem. The city is blocked off to only a select number until this threat has been resolved in order to keep the threat contained. Enforcement personnel should keep their comms on and be ready to move to action if called upon. Thank you."

With that final word, Kate stepped from the bustling command center, shooting an order over her shoulder that the door be locked behind her, and directly onto the elevator that, within moments had her on street level facing Mar-Vell Memorial Park and the source of all the commotion - including the sounds of gun fire.

'Cosmo', Kate let the name of her boss swim to the front of her mind as she darted across the street, eyes peeled for zombie, raccoon or civilian, 'How the hell do you even kill a zombie?" It was an honest question, and she hoped the answer was lots and lots of bullets, but she didn't know. She'd never paid attention to Castle when he'd gone on and on about zombies and their coming apocalypse, hadn't managed to watch a single episode of 'The Walking Dead' with him.

There was something painfully ironic about it now, when she was running straight towards a hoard of them.

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nomorewine
2014-06-24 07:15 pm UTC (link)

As strange as the last day or two had been Nikola had found no problem adjusting to shipboard life. The level of technology aboard was fascinating, the strange creatures reminded him of the other abnormals that he knew, and the bar had a decent enough selection of wine. In fact, it was the from the bar that Tesla was returning from, a half empty bottle in one hand and a glass of wine in the other. The scenic stroll was brought to abrupt end as he entered the Mar-Vell Memorial Park. All hope of enjoying a quiet morning slipped away as he found himself gazing at a horde of zombies and what appeared to be a talking raccoon. With a sigh Nikola pressed on, slipping through the masses with relative ease and inhuman speed, his hand keeping his glass balanced to avoid spilling a drop. He had managed to make it halfway across the park without any issue but when one of the undead managed to get a hand on his ankle Tesla stumbled a tad.

The sound of the glass and bottle shattering on the floor rang out, but it was the sound of his shouting that suddenly followed. "YOU MINDLESS SACKS OF MEAT! I WAS SAVING THAT WINE TIL THIS EVENING!!" Without warning Nikola's eyes went black and his features took on a far more feral appearance, even elongated black claws sprang forth as the man's anger reached it's pinnacle. He had been quite content to leave the undead alone, but the wine stain on the bottom of his slacks was the last straw. Ignoring the swarm of undead that was rapidly closing in, the vampire turned his focus to the one zombie that had caused the accident. Without hesitation Tesla grabbed the creature's skull and with a single swift motion the zombies head was cleanly ripped free from it's shoulder's. With a chuckle Nikola cast it aside and turned his gaze to the things drawing close. "Shall we play?"

A wake of destruction followed where the vampire danced, and while the reanimated corspes had sheer numbers they lacked the strength and speed that came with being...well being Nikola. Granted his suit would need to be pressed and dry cleaned, but for the moment he was having a genuinely enjoyable time. It wasn't every day that he could just let off some steam like this, yet the sudden sight of Kate shifted his mood altogether. Where a moment ago this had just been a game, now Tesla found himself concerned for her. Had she been a stranger he could have possibly considered ignoring her but Kate was one of the few that he had spent any sort of time with...and he enjoyed that time. So with a sigh the vampire sprang over the horde, landing atop the skull of a zombie that was drawing to close to his companion. Without missing a beat the vampire straightened his tie, as his boot crushed the creature beneath it, and Nikola managed to wink at her as he spoke. "I knew you could not resist coming to see me again, but your timing seems to need a touch of work."

	rocket_raccoon 2014-06-25 06:32 pm UTC (link)
	"There better not be TOO many more of these flartnards, cos' we are running seriously flarkin' low on ammo!" Rocket called out, hating the stupid earth-weapons he was forced to use in this instance. "If we run out, I'm gonna need you to run as fast as those gams of yours will carry you, and get somewhere safe until I can follow." (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	shootyoumyself 2014-06-25 06:44 pm UTC (link)
	She snorted at him, "You ain't going, I'm not," Six shoot back, "We've been stuck together for too long to separate now." She shoot off another round, but sighed, pulling out the clip, she wondered if it would be wise to use her legacy again. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	shootyoumyself 2014-06-26 01:58 pm UTC (link)
	"Who said I didn't," Six remarked with the same playful tone. She spun around, her hand pulled out her double blade, piecing into the head of another zombie. "I did agree to dinner." Using what energy she could muster, Six cleared them a little moving space, "we need more ammo." (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	rocket_raccoon 2014-06-26 03:15 pm UTC (link)
	"You're such a krutacking tease, woman..." He snickered, before turning serious again. "Just be careful." He told her, shooting at a couple more walkers. "We've been through too much together for this to be it..." "At least we're making a dent in then anyway..." (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)