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[Kel'Thuzad's done being modest -- his communicator has been rigged up to something, but its impossible to see from the building perch he's chosen. It gives a wide view of what's going on in front of him, several zombies roaring and chasing uninfected citizens. The volume the chaos provides makes it so the Lich has to practically scream to be heard over it, but he doesn't seem to mind.]Good evening, City! I trust you are all handling your apocalypse well enough? [The necromancer's hands glow, his eyes still a stark white as he calls up two pawns beside him -- one of them being the chained Koltira and the other being the bound Jaina Proudmoore. The glow on the chains is much dimmer than it had been when he first cast the spell.]I apologize for my secrecy -- you see, I've been a very busy man these past few days, as I'm certain Sir Deathweaver and Lady Proudmoore will eagerly attest to! [He lifts his bony fingers to grab each of their chins in turn -- Jaina struggles, though Koltira hardly reacts at all save for the faint twitching of his brow and fingers.]Shall we make a wager? Your lives for the lives of these two? Just how heroic can you FOOLS be? Heroic enough to brave the army? Heroic enough to charge against my master?![The chains suddenly snap away from Koltira and whip themselves back to their normal position around Kel'Thuzad and the magical bindings holding Jaina disappear -- he launches them both off the building into the pile of undead. Its certainly not high enough to kill them, but the zombies below look all to eager to take care of what the fall would not. The Lich throws his arms up in victory, releasing unbridled laughter as the horde swarms on what they hope to be their next feast. The fleeing citizens continue to cry out against the Scourge army.]Yes, my puppets! Scream! Scream your dying breath![OOC: Replies will be slow for a bit, but I promise they'll come!]Tags: kel'thuzad | n/a
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Let me get this straight. There are fucking zombies. In the City. What the fuck. [ A zombie hand grabs her shoulder and yanks. She drops the comm. It lands on its side, so everyone gets the most interesting view of her kicking the zombie IN HALF. And then another one.] Motherfuckers! I liked these shoes! [ Picks up the comm, seeing more zombies coming for her, and just.. lifts off.] Oh, fuck thiiis. Tags: n/a | the pro
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[the first thing you see when Ray's feed clicks on is a spectacular view of his legs; the camera is aimed down at an angle that suggests he's holding it by his side, and it's shaking wildly as he runs with it to God knows where. at first, it's just his own panting and his noisy footsteps; they echo and so does the hungry groaning behind him.]
Nh -- A-ah...! [and suddenly the camera swings up and he holds it with both hands so that it's almost level to his face. it's still jittery, but you can see enough of him to register three facts: the background looks like one of Xavier's many hallways, someone is following closely behind him, and he's completely terrified. of course he tries to cover that up with a forced half smile when he finally starts to speak, talking rapidly.]--You know, under any other circumstances this would be amazing to study, but I think I'd prefer making it through the day...! [gasping, sharply turning a corner. he's definitely in the Xavier Institute, having just passed several classrooms.][wheeze] Extra -- extra credit for any student who manages to restrain Dr. Venkman before he-- [coughs]--rips my jugular out. I'll put in a good word to your professors or -- or something-- [he coughs again and slows down. the groaning seems to have stopped behind him; Ray notices and relaxes]...I think I lost him. [as if on cue, Venkman's voice, raspy and deep, echoes from down the corridor in a low moan:] "Franciiiiiine..."Or not. [the video times out right as Ray begins to run again.][ooc: takes place immediately after this. anyone currently in the Xavier Institute should feel free to respond to this as a quicklog if you're in the immediate area or happen to see Ray running from the zombified Venkman. :>]Tags: peter venkman | n/a, ray stantz | n/a
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[having dropped out of its designated pocket, this comm starts up by hitting the concrete. a jittery few seconds as it settles where it fell, and the screen looks up at Blue at a sideways angle. His palms are flat on the ground out of view, propping him up where he, too, fell.
zombie!hands settle on his shoulder with appropriate zombie sounds and he shudders, eyes widening and flashing a moment.]Gh-- Get off of-! [the screen is flooded with bright blue for a few seconds. when it dims, Blue is sitting up in a corner of the screen, which is slowly focusing back. he sits there a moment, staring off at...something, and looking none too thrilled about it.
after a minute, the screen goes black as he palms the device, which is then turned to show him staring back down at it with a confused, mixed expression. some noise distracts him and he whips his head up to look around. more camera jiggle as he starts to rise, and the screen is black again against his palm.
it remains dark with muffled sound for the remainder of the recording, which shuts itself off after a long enough time. thanks for tuning into bluetv, folks!
also replies will be video from this end cause dammit am i lazy about subject titles.]Tags: soldier blue | n/a
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[Unknown user ID#]
[Audio: feminine voice, breathing loudly, with concentrated effort. Several false starts for speech—a consonant, a syllable—before a long, shaking inhalation, silence, and a slow release. Then,]Where did I go? [It's a child's voice, which may ping some recognition.] It was... night, wasn't it? I fell, I think, I remember falling, then... ... and I woke up, here, I— Did I die? [Noises in the background: something solid clatters against the ground, a thump. Shaky breathing.]
[Video: some fumbling, strange angles, ceiling-window-child. A young girl, somewhere between ten and thirteen, sits on the floor. She's a mess. Her face is smeared with dirt, and there are small clumps of dirt and rocks caught in her pigtailed greenish hair. Her clothes haven't fared any better: aside from the dust and grime, there's more than a few tears in the fabric. Her breathing is a little more even now, but she's still having a hard time of it; she looks like she hasn't slept in weeks.]Rua? I want to go home now. Tags: ruka | gallitrap
Current Music: Alice Nine | CROSS GAME
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[The feed flicks on showing the Lich King looking fearsome; successfully crippling a city is enough to do that to anyone. To one side and a few steps back of the saronite-plated leader is Kel'Thuzad, on the other a furious looking bound Jaina Proudmoore. And considering the undead show very few emotions and have very little tone of voice, the Lich King is seeming just that little bit smug.]You only notice what is truly happening on the undercurrents when it is too late. After multiple warnings you chose to ignore, to laugh, and carry on with your wretched, mortal lives. I have now shown you just how wretched you can truly become with the most minimal of effort. The plague will not discriminate- it will consume all in it's path- for every person that is struck down, take note. You brought this on yourselves and others. For every one of my minions you destroy, remember that they were a person without the privilege of being brought back by a machine. Every ghoul in this City is under my will. Leave no stone unturned- spread out and desecrate it all. No man, woman or child is to be spared. Let this be your first and final lesson. I have no love for you or your people. On the contrary, I intend to scour humanity from this planet, and make no mistake: I will do it. [ooc: go mad, kids.]Tags: arthas menethil | the lich king
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