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vc_player_npc ([info]vc_player_npc) wrote in [info]vas_captio_rpg,
@ 2009-09-02 06:50:00

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Entry tags:!shelved, andy gallagher, connor temple, day 21, location: gym, npc

Who: Luna Zombie & OTA
Where: Near the Gym
When: 1pm, Day 21
Status: Incomplete



Here she came, what used to be left of Luna Lovegood in all her decomposing glory. Her body had shifted, struggling to walk as most of the muscles in her legs were gone as did her stomach and part of her face. Her body had been badly burned, there was barely anything left of her to even look at.

All she could partly think about was eating, gaining blood and muscle she had lost by eating some brains herself.

A gentle sniff of a collapsed nose allowed her to smell, briefly a human around her.



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[info]changethefuture
2009-09-05 10:10 pm UTC (link)
As Chris got his gag reflex under control he turned his head back to see the zombie heading toward the other two. Despite the seriousness of the situation he couldn't keep from rolling his eyes and groaning in mild frustration. Why did no one ever listen? Once he'd thought it was just the Charmed Ones that didn't like to listen; lord knew Leo had just as much trouble with them as Chris had in the short time he'd been around and acting as their whitelighter. Now he was starting to think maybe it was just the way things were destined to go for him.

Regardless, he wasn't letting anything happen to either of these innocents. Not when he could help it.

He took a few steps toward the zombie, but it wasn't so he could offer himself as a distraction this time. It was to make it easier for him to use his magic abilities. While it was writ that whitelighters were never to kill, did it count if the creature was already dead? Chris didn't think it did, not that it mattered much when it was a rule he had previously broken.

Green eyes focused on the back of her head, narrowing with the intensity of his gaze, and he reached out slightly with one hand, fingers slowly curling as if he were grabbing at the air. He was in actuality putting his telekinesis to work. In the past he focused on the heart, as that was what normally gave life, but in the movies everyone always went for the head with zombies so he was trying that tactic as well. In his mind's eye he envisioned the brain, visualizing and willing his telekinetic power to wrap around the vital organ and apply pressure in the same manner as he was curling his fingers into a fist. The power Chris was exerting was making his breath shorten up, his own heart racing, but he didn't let up focus. He wouldn't let up until he saw the zombie fall, and if he needed to crush the heart as well he would, assuming he had the magical strength left to do so.

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