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Tweak says, "my uncle is my uncle's uncle"

Connor (leconnortemple) wrote in vas_captio_rpg,
@ 2009-09-10 15:11:00

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!shelved, connor temple, day 22, location: in town, selene

Who: Connor and Selene
What: We're off to see the wizard--I mean, witch
When: Late afternoon, Day 22
Where: Out and about, nearest landmark would be the clock tower
Status: Active
Rating: ...PG-13 for potential zombieness?

Oh, Connor could hear Andy now. Which was pretty impressive considering he'd only heard his post-puberty voice speak for the first time yesterday. But he'd be ribbing him about already being attached to the girl who could change her appearance at will. And possibly be getting on to him to 'buddy up' with her. Personally, Connor was a little bit glad Andy had hidden away in the van for the day. Then he wouldn't know Connor was making a great woodland adventure to spend some time with Tonks.

He could hear Chris in his head, too, but his was less, 'hey hey, go for it, buddy!' and more, 'What do you think you're doing?!?' in tone. Something about staying put, no going about finding zombie friends, keeping one's brain in one's head... Minor things, really. And sure, deep down, Connor knew he should listen. Not just zombies, but anything could be out there, really, and it was still dark and actually seemed to be getting darker. But he'd already tried napping and was too stressed out (which, for him? Terrifying!). So when Tonks had mentioned still being in the tower and he was still hanging around bored, and then he'd said something about helping and she'd said something about company... Two plus two equaled four, it was that simple.

Besides. He was a big boy. He could take care of himself. Um. Right?

That didn't mean he went out unprepared. He'd loaded his pockets with rocks, thinking that the rock he'd fired at Luna the day before had at least proved a distraction. He didn't, of course, consider that in an attack, said rocks would weigh him down. Books-wise, Connor was a genius. Street-wise? Not so much. He also grabbed the largest stick he could find, prepared to play a bit of rugby with a zombie head if worst came to worse.

And he really, really hoped worst wouldn't come to worse. Connor's idea of wielding a bat was playing baseball on the Wii.

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bulletsandblood
2009-09-11 05:04 am UTC (link)

After a morning of zombie hunting, the vampire was again on her own. She considered both Rose and Remus safe, not having heard otherwise from them - aloud, or through the journals. While she did have a brief thought to go and physically check on the both of them, she trusted her instincts as she trusted the two of them to let her know if they needed her. It was strange, becoming friends with a mortal and a werewolf, but she supposed it was no stranger than the place they found themselves in.

Selene was half wandering, attempting to follow a trail that she wasn't sure was cold or not, when she picked up on the sound of someone walking. The vampire stilled, squinting in the dark as she listened for a moment before taking off to follow it. At first she couldn't be certain it didn't belong to another zombie, but eventually the familiar smell of a living, breathing human came to her on the breeze.

Her brow furrowed slightly as she came up behind him, not recognizing the silhouette in the darkness, though an amused smile crossed her lips when she saw what appeared to be a stick in one of his hands. "That's really not going to do you much good against a zombie." she commented as she neared, a little of her amusement able to be heard in her voice. Granted, she was weaponless at the moment, but she was far from defenseless.

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leconnortemple
2009-09-11 05:40 am UTC (link)

Connor whirled around, surprise evident in his eyes. Where'd she come from? He hadn't heard anything! Stealthy, this one. He should keep an eye on her. But again, this was Connor, not someone with an awful lot of common sense. The man could make a machine that closed a rip in time with the touch of a button on his laptop, but he couldn't think of anything at that moment other than the fact that this woman was wearing leather.

He was so going to hell. Assuming this wasn't hell already. They were all going to die and all Connor could do was think about that old joke where sticks and stones could break your bones but whips and chains... Ah, well. Zombies. Right. She'd mentioned the zombies. Clear head, change subject. He could do that.

"Nah," he admitted, giving the stick in his hand a twirl. "But it might buy me a minute or two of a head start. They're not too fast, it seems. If I can just get away, we're good to go." Besides, if he tried to shoot one, he'd more likely send a stray bullet through some window and off some poor human being.