тнє ¢αρтαιη (piracy) wrote in witchinghour, @ 2016-01-07 08:05:00 |
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WHO: OTA
WHEN: Today!
WHERE: All around Grim. Subthreads are welcome, create your own - fight some nasties, make some friends, etc.
WHAT: Killian's raised zombies. Mostly from the cemetery, but they're everywhere in Grimoire. Riding the bus. Interrupting your morning coffee. Being pests.
WARNINGS: Violence, probably
STATUS: In progress
NOTES: We'll just go with standard zombie lore, not really from any particular fandom - in the Once verse, in the little we've seen, they look like people (see this for reference), just obviously with impaired motor skills. They are impervious to pain, don't require air to breathe, and are immune to poisons and toxins. Cutting off their limbs means they'll still be coming but destroying their brain will kill them.
When the ground trembled and shook, splitting open, it was technically Killian's body that smiled. But that was far too simple - it was the entities within, those hijackers, the presences of other Dark Ones that swathed his mind and soothed like the touch of black velvet, that made him smile. He felt heavy, like his limbs were made of metal; it was getting crowded in this mind of his, but they were pleased. The magic flowed through him, old magic that was powerful, a fish hook and a tug on those zombie soldiers. "Rise." Distractions, really, meant to be nothing more. He didn't want people in his business, and an annoying loyalty to Emma meant that he wanted to keep people off her back as well, while they got things in order for the lake portal to the Underworld. But these distractions would be irritating, wouldn't they? They surrounded the city, closing in, infesting like bugs. He almost wished he had the time to waste to watch everyone panic. |