Consolation To Angels Fallen

[Andrew Kasher]

((You're not supposed to kill him!))

Andrew jumps, and grabs onto a cieling fixture, trying to stay out of the grip of the zombies. He can't sense the ghosts, since they are transparent and have no substance. Soundwaves go right through them.

[Ixyanarosir]

((Don't worry, I'm not going to kill him. The ghouls DO like to eat people though )

Seeing Andrew take to the air, several of the undead begin grasping at his legs, attempting to climb onto him and trying to drag him down.

[Elijah Debs]

"Any time we are together, you are always attacked. It is getting a little old." Elijah says in annoyance as he continues to attack the swarm of undead.

[Andrew Kasher]

He laughs nervously as some zombies grap onto his leg.

"I agree. Oh man... there's too many..."

Andrew shakes his leg, attempting to get them of, but his grip is slipping.

"Elijah, run! Get away!" Andrew yells frantically.

"Take as many of these people as you can and get out of here!!"

He then falls into the mass of zombies.

[Ixyanarosir]

The undead set upon Andrew. Due to the rigid control I am exerting over him, they only attack with blunt objects, in an attempt to knock him out, and possibly break a few bones so he can't move well.

Around Elijah, more undead begin to swarm. Because I am not concerned for his welfare, they are using more lethal force, several attacking with bladed weapons and sharp teeth.

[Valodya Bassarov]

(Oh, I thought King was confused and posting to us. I should have placed more faith in the newbie. Oh well, he can decide who to post to when he gets online sometime. I will post around him for now.)

"Freakboy, if you want you can take a room at the rebel base. That is, if you intend to stay with us a while."

[Andrew Kasher]

Andrew curls up into a ball, attempting to protect his internal organs from damage. He is being hit from all sides, and there is a crunch as some of his bones break. He spits blood from his broken teeth, which promptly coverts into water.

The air gets very, very dry as Andrew begins to remove moisture in an attempt to heal himself. There isn't enough.

Andrew doesn't even consider removing moisture from the zombies. That sort of idea would never occur to him. Removing the water from an opponent would never occur to him.

[Freak Boy]

"That'd be fine, Mr. Bassarov. It seems a bit... tense in here." he said, standing up again.

Calling it... 'tense', was an understatement. Between himself and Erika, you could cut the tension with a knife. Expecting a Socialist Hacker to sit down with a Nazi Machine was like putting Reagan and Gorbachev in the same room with battle axes and waiting to see what happened.

"Which way to the base and which room would I be staying in?" he asked.

[Elijah Debs]

Elijah watches in horror as the zombies take off with Andrew. He continues to fight, this time charging his blade with holy energy. He cuts through enough of the undead to make his way to the back of the cafe where the customers and staff are hiding in a back storage room.
"We have to leave this place. I can not fight so many of them."
Since there were only about a half dozen people in the cafe at the time, he is able to teleport them to another location in
Helsinki.

[Ixyanarosir]

I order my undead to grab Andrew and carry him out into the open, where I am waiting. They grasp at him, attempting to pick up his battered body and comply with his orders. I add that if he is to resist, continue to beat him until he does not.

[Valodya Bassarov]

"It is only a few blocks from here, by the university. Just follow the old signs for the metro, since we converted the metro into a base. You can stay in room 11." Bassarov hands him the keys for room 11.

[Andrew Kasher]

Andrew doesn't move. He is only half concious and allows himself to be carried like a rag doll. He wonders dimly why the zombies haven't tried eating him yet. He can sense someone in front of him. Andrew is suddenly grateful that he doesn't need to move his head to 'see'.

((Wow, I need some dinner... I forgot Andrew was blind. Woohoo for consistancy! Anyway, altered and such.. ))

[Ixyanarosir]

"So this is the blind prophet," I rumble as the undead strap him to my back.

"I was expecting something a bit more imposing, possibly some berobed figure with a cloth over his eyes. Ah well, no matter."

Making sure that Andrew is secured, I launch myself into the air and begin flying towards the Ministry of Terror.

With no magic maintaining them any longer, the undead all fall in the streets, the unlife leaving their bodies.

[Soren]

Soren puts up his orb of protection and the attack hits the orb and does no damage to him. When the orb is up, Soren can not move or fight in any way. He sits on the ground and looks up at Eliza.

"Looks like you will just have to wait me out then. This will be a battle of the wills. I will sit here with my shield up until you go away. Unless you think you can outwait me. It will be a fun little challenge."

Soren smirks and waits patiently in his orb.

"But since you have the attention span of a fruit fly, I am sure you will grow bored and leave long before I put my shield down."

[Freak Boy]

Freak Boy nodded. "Thank you, Mr. Bassarov.'' he said, taking the keys.

He turned and headed out of the room, staying out of reach of the RI member (if there is a RI member) and heading down the hall. He mumbled something under his breath about Nazi b----es and freakin' machines...