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Tweak says, "Eat the rich."

vc_player_npc (vc_player_npc) wrote in vas_captio_rpg,
@ 2009-09-06 02:54:00

Entry tags:

!shelved, day 22, illyana rasputin, location: theatre, npc, open

Who: Zombie!Logan and OTA
What: BWAAAAINZ! It's what's for dinner.
When: Day 22, mid-morning
Where: The Theater
Status: Active
Rating: Could be anything! Let's say R just in case

There were quite a few things that were strange about Logan when he was living. The whole mutant thing, after all. Those famed claws were pretty impressive, sure. And then there was that animal instinct, the predatory gleam. The ability to heal and recover, that was pretty cool, too.

But not much of that mattered now. The ability to heal hadn't grown a head back for him. Though once he was long dead, the management of this fine establishment had done him the honor of popping it right back on. Well, the claws, maybe, those mattered. They were fully extended as the mutant-zombie went looking for a snack. No, not a snack. He downright needed some dinner. A good, juicy brain would be nice.

Logan hadn't exactly been overly graceful as a living being. As a dead one, he was downright clumsy. He took several long, dragging steps as he followed the smell of human. Humans had brains. Those he could eat. Just might take him a bit longer than he'd prefer to get to them was all. That and whoever had stitched his poor head on had done a rather poor job of it and it kept lolling to the side on him. Really put a drag in his step, it did.

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vc_player_npc
2009-09-08 12:10 am UTC (link)

New mutant, old mutant, it was all quite the same to this version of Logan. The professor meant nothing to him, his former friends meant even less. As long as they had a brain, he was a happy man. Mutant. Err--zombie.

The sound of a human voice, though...oh, that appealed to him! Voices meant brains to make the sounds, and that part he liked. Logan turned towards the voice, his semi-sewn on head lurching a bit as he did. His only reply was a loud grunt, as that was about the extent of his speech. He stumbled in the darkness, but that didn't much matter, as he couldn't see anyway, really.

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ex_darkchyld899
2009-09-10 09:05 pm UTC (link)

Squinting through the near-darkness, Illyana could barely make out the shape of the person coming toward her. She did, however, see a glint of light off the metal of the claws on one hand, and her breath caught in her throat. Her sword drooped very slightly in her grip as her jaw fell open. "Logan?" she whispered. Who else would have metal claws like that?

"Logan?" she said, more loudly this time as the figure stumbled closer. "Is that you, Logan? It's me, Illyana! How can you be here? You were in Dallas with Piotr...." She trailed off, staring at him. Her eyes were adjusting to the not-quite light now, and, while she couldn't see any sort of detail, something about Wolverine just seemed...off. Her grip tightened on her sword again. "Logan, if that is you, say something," she said, her voice trembling just a bit.

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vc_player_npc
2009-09-11 04:02 am UTC (link)

She really shouldn't have let that sword drop. All defenses at all times, Ilyana. Especially in this place where beheaded men came back to stalk you. Well, more your brain than you; don't take it personally.

Oh, but you were right to tremble. All Logan could say was, "Ngh." Which, for him, was quite intelligent speech, really. But he said it repeatedly as he followed the sound of her babbling. Dallas, indeed! Brain, please.

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ex_darkchyld899
2009-09-13 03:28 pm UTC (link)

The closer he got, the more Illyana felt the hairs on her neck and arms rise. There was definitely something wrong about Logan, how he moved, how he acted. The grunting wasn't as much of a clue as it should have been - she knew he could get stuck in a more feral state of mind and not really care about speech - but the movement, the stumbling, that was definitely not Logan-like at all. No, he wasn't the most graceful person, but he moved with more surety than a....

"Oh, shit," Illyana said, eyes widening as much as they could. "No, no you can't be, you just can't be." She tightened her grip on the sword, hoping it would work against a zombified-Logan. If it didn't, she'd be in deeper trouble than she'd originally thought. Logan's senses were amazing, especially his sense of smell. He'd be able to track her all around the glass cage easily.

He was within a few feet of her when she screamed and swung her Soul Sword at him, aiming for his head. Please, please let it actually do what she wanted it to, she thought. Just let it connect, let it sink into the flesh, and separate it. Beheading was the only way to kill a zombie, according to the movies, and she knew it was probably the only way to really kill Logan, based on his healing factor. So it was the only move she could guarantee would stand a chance of success.

If it was some sort of magic that had turned him into a zombie. Otherwise, she was screwed.

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