Elizabeth Bennett (wit_and_sword) wrote in madisonvalley, @ 2017-12-11 14:11:00 |
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Entry tags: | !log, !open, kenny mccormick (mysterion), ~2017 december, ~40 points, ~~elizabeth bennet (wit_and_sword), ~~murphy macmanus (saintaequitas) |
Who: Elizabeth Bennet and You (open to multiples)
What: Arriving back to Madison
When: Monday afternoon
Where: Main street
Warnings: mentions of violence and killing
Status: open/ongoing
She should've known. Deep down, she should've expected this, and done as her father once told her 'keep her wits as sharp as he sword, and yet for all his betrayal, Mr. Wickham was right about one thing, the security of Rosings had put her off guard. Between that and the double marriage between herself, Darcy and Jane and Bingly, it seemed that for nearly half an hour, nothing of the zombie threat had existed.
Then they came; Darcy was the one to notice first, then she too caught the smell of rotting flesh and decay, and soon all of the crowd noticed the horde of zombies rushing at them. At the front was Wickham, betraying his state and brandishing a grappling hook in place of the arm she'd sliced off. She heard Lady Catherine give the order to close the gates, but that would only stop them for so long. In the back of her head, she was aware of her father calling for them to arm themselves: if there was ever one thing she was grateful for, it was that Darcy didn't demand that she'd give up her sword.
She was only fifteen minutes married before her joy turned to rage, her swords joining Darcy's as the two fought their way from the undead hordes. Blood and dead flesh stained her once white gown and her on senses were high on alert as she cut and slashed her way through. In the corner of her eye she saw her sisters (both by blood and marriage) shoot, hack and slice their way through the horde; saw her husband
aim a musket at Wickham's head..and a cry of terror escaped her throat as a zombie lunged to sink its teeth into his arm.
Elizabeth saw red as she rushed forward, slashing her way as she moved to defend her husband, glad to see him able to shoot the fiend in the head. In the back of her mind, she knew she should've killed Wickham when she had the chance, instead of disarming him, but haste and not vegence was at the foremost of her mind. Now she fully meant to make amends for her mistake.
Unfortunately, she didn't have the chance.
Her sword sliced through the arm, and it took Elizabeth a moment to realize she was no longer at Rosings Park, but Madison, a time and place she had left just a fortnight ago. Now, the damned place had the gull to pull her back, just when her family needed her the most! A primal scream of rage came from her throat before she could stop herself, brewing from the combination of blood lust, adrenaline and need for vengeance that was cut off so short without satisfaction. Nevermind that she would still be there; that the battle was going on while she was once more here was just as infuriating as their enemy crashing their wedding.
She was still shaking by the time her nerves and rational started to take over, as the realization that she was now under dressed. Back home, the weather was dry and mild, but in Madison it was clearly winter and required something heavier than her white overdress. There could be nothing to do about her wedding clothes of course, they were now torn and stained to the point of being indecent. She needed a chance of clothes, but more then that, she needed a drink, something to calm her nerves; she couldn't drink of course, not with that damned law where you had to be one and twenty to legally drink, but she would find something.
Her rage did the job of helping her to ignore the cold as she made her way down the street, her bearing almost a dare to anyone to make mention of her appearance or sword to her face-all of which were a mess.