ZOMBIE FORUMS

::Kitsune sees that the plane has barely slowed down, and he curses::

FUCK!! He didn't hear me!!

Barghest, you goddamn fool!! ollie's not gonna do something, he's mostly sane for the moment!! He's not killed anyone so far!! Look, as long as he's not riled up, we don't have to worry about him turning Neoko or sotn into hamburger!!

::Kitsune swears again, then turns back to the direction he was heading in::

Fuck fuck fuck fuck FUCK. This is not going to turn out pretty. I am getting out of here, NOW.

::Kitsune revs the engine and drives off back in the direction he had traveled with Blue and the other cats. He keeps muttering under his breath and looking in the bike's rearview mirror, checking on the situation. Suddenly, he gets a call on his cell. He picks it up, and answers::

Hello? . . . 'ming-chan? Daijobu desu ka?! Oh, sorry. Forgot you didn't speak Japanese. (*mutter*And, of course, I can't speak Mandarin . . .) Where are you? Are you okay?

. . . What? You're less than two miles away?! And you're . . . still on the main road? Are you out of your little kitten mind? Get off that road now! . . . No, don't worry about why, just catch me off-road. I'll see you in a few minutes. (OOC: Phonetic spelling) Sai chien, miaoming.

::Kitsune hangs up, and keeps driving::

OOC: MiaoMing, I'm gonna leave our reunion and anything else you want Kit and Ming to do up to you. :OOC

he starts to chek his pockets.

"AAAAA i forgot it agen! Pleas can we stop at my place i have to get somthing! and that is pronto i live ner the diner so pleas"

he is just screming to no one special.

"AAAAHAHAHA!" mad cackles as his large plate of sweet chilli chicken nuggets arrives, with a 2 litre decanter of fresh, ice-cold milk. "now that's a goddamn breakfast!"

as he begins devouring the delectable chicken treats, he addresses Vandal's question.

"hmmm, well, to be honest, i don't have a clue. i think bish is the man with the blan...Baldie?"

the silent hairless one reaches into his pocket, and pulls out a medium-sized mobile. he begins flicking through the stored numbers, looking for the beautiful man-god.

"hey mad, how come you don't have your own mobile?" vandal aks.

"bah, those things! can't stand the little monsters...which is why cueball-head is so useful. he has no moral compunctions whatsoever."

finding the number, bubbletop dials, and hands the phone to Vandal. Mad continues to devour he nuggets, and taking big gulps from the jug of milk.

/Chris gets done calling YiA and begins to call BiShou

*The line's busy*

Hmm...

/Chris punches in Blue Souls number

Hey Blue, whats taking so long?
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A diner? Where again?
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Thats not too far from here, does BiShou know?
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It figures he'd change the plans on me again without telling me.
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A crazy guy in an APC?

/Chris thinks for a minute

You mean Ollie?
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Yes I know him, I know everyone, you should know that by now.
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Yeah, whatever. We'll be over in a minute.
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Yeah, SHO and a couple other people showed up.
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Yep. I'll talk to ya when we get to the diner.
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Bye.

/Chris hangs up the phone

/Chris dials again

Hey YiA.
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I don't care if you are in the middle of robbing someone with a bomb strapped to your back. Meet us at (/Chris says the name and location of the diner) when you're done.
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Bye.

/Chris hangs up again

/SHO shows up in his car

Well, looks like we're headed to (I can't remember the name) diner.

SHO: Hop in, I know where that is.

/Chris turns to everyone else sitting around

Get in your vehicles and lets go.

/Chris gets in SHO's car and they head off in the general direction of the diner

(Sorry about the laziness of that post. I didn't want to go back and double check who all was already hanging around besides SHO. That and I didn't want to go find the name of that diner)

I need to get some cybernetics on this arm so I'm not totally useless,
The Sinister Chris

PS: Like Ash or Jordan!

OOC: Thanks, Blue Soul! *Bows gratefully*
IC: MiaoMing pulls off to the side of the road and checks her GPS. Not bad, just about four kilometers off. She pulls out her cell phone and punches some numbers.
*One ringy-dingy*
*Two ringy-dingies*
*Three-* *Click*
"Hey, Kit! Wha- Of course not, bai-ch'i! Ni gan-ma lwan- I'm perfectly fine, about four kilometers from you-" MiaoMing holds the phone away from her ear as Kit starts yelling frantically, then slips in a "Why?" in edgewise. "Oh... fine, then. Seeya." *Click*
Miao checks the GPS receiver once more. "Kit's heading away from me, towards... hey, is that a diner? Kewl..." she muses to herself, then slips phone and receiver back into her backpack and speeds off towards the diner.

OOC: Shit, I'm late for a student/teacher bonding session *grimaces* At least the rest of my classmates will be there too... Sorry, Kit, back to you. Have fun *grins, turns and yells "I'm coming, dammit!" at fuming parents downstairs, and runs off*

Antenor hears the radio traffic and decides that he should help calm things down in true Blood Angel style. He buts the speeder into overdrive and is soon within com's range of Barghest.

Barghest! Do not shoot you idiot. If you open fire, I shall be forced to attack.

He flips a switch and starts targeting Barghest with a missile.

Stand down or I will open fire!

"Oh the fun never stops. Look, Ollie, we're all going in the same direction it seems... yeah, a diner somewhere. Let's get the fuck outta here... you lead if we run into another of those roadblocks... that thing looks like it could plow through anything..."

Blue whistles for everyone to get back in the car, namely Neoko and the crazy tequila drinker who sits in the back seat.

"Everyone else, ride with Ollie.. I'm sure it'll be more comfortable.. and besides, there's probably nifty buttons and old weapons to play with or some shit..."

Straightening his sunglasses, he smiles, starting the car.

"Let's roll..."

OOC: So now I'm headed towards the diner? Well, I was gonna head over there eventually, so I guess it's okay.

IC:

::Kitsune *screech*es to a halt in front of Sherm's Diner, and slowly gets off::

OW . . . Jeez, those things can be torture off-road and going at 87 mph . . .

::He finally slips off, then holds his hand out and the motorbike vanishes with a *pop*. The SPAS-12 reappears on his back , with a leather strap holding it there. And no sooner has he DEMed but a rather small but quick Kawasaki motorcycle zips in next to him. Kit's eyes widen, and the driver smiles a warm smile, her fangs sparkling::

MiaoMing? You're here?

MM: Of course, Golden Bear(OOC:long story, but it really is her nickname for me). Where else <i>would</i> I be?

::MiaoMing jumps off the bike and tackles Kitsune to the ground, purring::

Whoa! I'm happy to see you too, but--mpph!

::Kitsune is cut off as he is kissed very fiercely by his girlfriend. Shortly afterward, he understands, and he begins kissing back. Ten minutes later, they finally let go of each other, and stare into each other's eyes::

MM:I haven't you in ages! *swats* Why don't you ever call?

Uh, well . . . Sorry? ::Kit grins sheepishly:: Whatever the reason, we're together again. And I'm a little hungry. How about you?

::MM shakes her head:: MM: No, not at all . . . *rowl* Uh . . . Welll . . . Maybe. =^.^=;

Let's get inside and see what mad's up to, okay?

MM:Mad?

He's the guy who hijacked the radio program . . . remember?

MM: Uh-uh. Didn't have a radio with me on the bike.

Oh. Well, uh, hmm . . . Maybe that's a good thing, then . . .

Let's just go in now, okay?

::Ming gets up off of Kit, tail twitching, and the two of them go into Sherm's Diner::

Hey Mad, what's up?

Mad: The show's taking a break while we eat some breakfast.

Who's all the people with you?

Mad: This homey here next to me is Vandal.

Vandal: Hi*muffled because of food being stuffed*.

Mad: You probably recognize this guy on the phone as Baldie, my driver. And the others are laslow and jenny.

Nice to meetcha.

laslow & jenny: *Muffled mutterings that could be characterized as hello's*

MM: These people really are hungry, huh? Think we can join them? *rowl* Because my stomach's not going to wait much longer.

Okay, Ming. Lets get something to eat.

::Kit DEMs a 100-dollar bill, and they both go up to the cashier and order some food. MiaoMing gets pancakes and mumbles happily about "nice American food", and Kit orders steak and eggs. They pay, and sit down near Mad, who has returned to stuffing his face::

MM and Kit: Let's eat!! :They dig in furiously::
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<font size=-1>[ This Message was edited by: Kitsune1527 on 2002-09-07 06:42 ]</font>

"good plans blue, good plans.. can't say I've eaten... food.. in a few hours *checks watch* or days even* heheheh, so anyone riding with me jump in.."

/ollie looks up at the plane moving an an attack pattern, he'd noticed it when it first popped over the horizon, but no neew to get worried about everything flying around, most just disapear if you stare at them long enough

"and it seems like that antique up there is heading in to attack us, i advise the protection that only steel can give be used, my mobile numbers on teh door, see you at the diner..."

/he lunges into the APC and hits the passenger door release button, all of teh rear and side doors pop open invitingly.

"don't hang around all day, he seems to be heading our way rather argessivly, might be firework time... hahahaha"

/ollie hits a row of switches powering up all the internal monitors, tracking devices and little red flashing lights, the image of teh attacking plane comes into view on one of them, another runs a techncal schematic analysis, giving a read out of weapons and weaknesses.

"ha, thought so, 1940's rust-bucket, i could throw a potato to down it i expect... *zooms in the tracking camera* Hey BLue, doesn't that flyboy in the the plane look like your hole-falling companion? wearing flying gear i know.. but still..."

/ollie arms a small modified Strella SAM mounted on the top of the turret and gains an immediat and solid lock-on to the plane

"ha, they'd not heard of guided missiles, never mind countermeasures back then.. easy meat... Bue, he's your friend, you've got the honour of blowing him out of the sky.. hahaha"

/ollie hands the little remote firing control to Blue, with a wide grin playing over his face

"or have you a better idea...? I'm starting to remember what it's like to be hungry... ahahah"

OOC: Im not in the car im in front of the APC.

Walks up to Neoko.

"You dont happen to have a Dragon bone Tsurugi in that bag of yours do you, i forgot mine at my place."

/* Who said it was morning?? He just said good morning... it's a quirk... hehe anyway on with the show */

*pulls his bike into the APC as fast as he can to get out of the guns sights of the plane.*

I'll co-pilot with ya if you would like. Never been in one of these things but it looks fun. *Hangs his MP5 on the bike bars* I'll don't think I'll need that in here...

/* I'll be gone for the rest of the weekend. My female has claimed me til sunday night. Feel free to run my character for me if needed. Otherwise assume I'm riding in the apc or following with the bike. */

"Well,shit".First something appears in the distance behind him and orders him to stand down then he notices that the APC has a SAM on it and it just turned to point at him.So between a rock and a hard place and outgunned and just about outclassed in everything by the Blue thing thats chasing after him barghest gets thinking.Finally he figures out his course of action."Well,my flying friend lets see what you got."Barghest hits the throttle and gets the targetting reticule on the rear of the APC,he then cuts loose with twin rockets and not using the machine guns because they would almost certainly hit everybody in the car.Then he quickly puts the plane into a steep climb then he flips it over and flies straight at the blue thing.He picks up the radio and puts in on a open frequency."If I was you,I would just go away and not fight a suicidal zealot whose life's motto is Never say die!"

Vandal tkaes the phone and listens to the steady ringing while stuffing another slice of honey glazed ham into his mouth. Glancing out the window he notices MiangMao and Kitsune as they tussle on the ground.

"Cool, free furry porn."

Still waiting on the someone to pick up, he sets the phone down on the table so he can hear it and begins workingon the scramlbed eggs and home fries as the two walk in and exchange pleasantries before ordering food.

Finally, the sound of a hello comes from the phone.

"Bishou! What's going on! So what are we doin? Yeah, ok. Really? Sweet! That should be fun. Uh huh, sure I remember. Oh ok, I see. You're kidding! Woah. Ok, cool. See you then."

Hanging up the phone he returns it to baldie and resumes stuffing biscuits with sausage gravy into his mouth.

mad: So what'd he say?

"Nothing really. He doesn't know either."

"well Blue, looks like we'll have to decide on this 'shooting him out of the sky' matter later, for now we're got incomming, you've got about 3 seconds to move, those old rockets aren't the most accurate of things... hahah"

/ollie disarms the SAM and flicks the remote into his hip-pocket, noting that everyone who's aboard is sitting safely, he hits teh door shutting button and slides into the gunners seat

"I'll show you how to do this a little later Lifyre, you look like you could be so useful, but for now we've got incoming.. 1.7 seconds i'd say, so just watch and learn... hahaha"

/he opens a foam box and removes a small hyperdermic needle, a grin plays across his face as he plunges it into his jugular

"yesss...."

/time seems to slow down for ollie, the missiles bearing down on his position seem to crawl through the sky, on another monitor he can see Blue moving towards his vehicle as if running through treacle and in another the warplane vearing off the attack run. All of the ready lights are glowing happily on the targeting and status panels of the 30mm cannon

"okokokokok, letssss seee, airr burstt roundzzz selectededed, range 450-500 meterzzzz, ready... firefirefire.."

/he presses teh fire button, sending a single long burst of shells towards the incomming missiles, a cloud of air-bursting ammunition erupts around the missiles, smashing their casing and detonating their explosive cargo within the shrapnel storm

"eeeeeee-zzzeeeee.."

/ollie collapses in the gunners chair as the smoking remains of the missiles rain down around the APC and the dust cloud left by the re-located Blue... after a few seconds ollie regains conciousness, looks around at his intact APC and somewhat worried crew

"I take it i.. *twitch* got them then? hahahah... he'll eitehr have another attack run or give up, i can see what looks like a bio-engineered so called super warrior heading this way to peace keep, so eitehr way we should get moving..? i suggest we follow Blue, our feline brother in arms who's beating a trail towards that diner.. "

/ollie slides into the drives chair, guns the engine and sets off towards the dust cloud marking Blue out in the distance.

"and anyway, being on the move make an air attack that little bit harder, not that we need any help.. hahaha... breakfast hooo"

/ollie itches absent mindedly at his neck, pulling out the hyperdermic he left in by accident during the airstrike and without looking at it, throws it into an empty can, well, empty except for a collection of simlar, empty syringes...

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*YiA grins and powers off the phone as she pulls up in front of the only bank in town and dismounts her bike.*

Hm...I didn't know that diner was in buisness, after what happened to it 'last time'... *readjusts the giant bomb on her back and enters the bank. The tellers all look up with smiles on their faces, which completely dissipates at the sight of YiA, or more accurately, the parcel she carried. The other customers rolled their eyes and slowly made their way to the usual prone positions on the ground.*

Teller 1: Oh great, not HER again.

Teller 2: This is the 3rd time this month! Our insurance company is going to nail us this time...


*YiA saunters over to the counter and smiles personably, for someone about to screw over an financial institusion.*


YiA: Sorry about this guys, but I'm strapped for cash again. If you would be so kind as to fill the bag as per usual, I'll be on my way.

Teller 2: Yeah, yeah. Hey, when are you gonna get a REAL job?

YiA: Hey, you know the employment rate in this town sucks. Besides, robbing this place is so easy, who needs an honest living?

Teller 2: Well, this is a pretty ice place to work, course with you having robbed it blind several times and all..you know. There ya go..*hands the bag back over, full of money*

YiA: Hm, kinda dry this time. Maybe I do need to lay off, huh? But don't worry, I won't be back for a while. Going on a nice long vacation.

T2: Vacation hm? Well, have fun. Don't spend it all in one place, now. *motions to the bag*

YiA: I won't. *Stuffs the goods into the bomb bag* Thanks, guys. See ya! *saunters cheerfully out the door, waving, hops on her bike, and speeds off towards the meeting place, while the bank resumes it's normal buisness. After a nice long embarkment on the dusty highway, she finds herself pulling closer to the diner in question. Pulling in, she swings off her Hayabusa and hefts the bomb n' money bag onto the ground in front of her.*

Phew...*looks aroung* So where the hell...? Sinister, you jerk, you better not have stood me up this time! ...*Speed dials him on her phone*

OOC:Mines red not blue, the pic is of an Ultramarines one, not a Blood Angels one./OOC

Plane starts flying towards him

So, your a zealot, I could be descriped as being one myself. Just so you know, there will be no mercy.

Antenor goes over the plane as it is about to and spins it around almost on the spot and locks all weapons on the plane.

Gotta love those anti-grav engines.

He shoots 6 frag missiles and the assualt cannon at Barghest.

Lets get this dogfight on!

"anything else?" a thin, middle-aged man, with male pattern baldness and a dirty, greasy apron had sauntered over to the tables where mad & co. had seated themselves, a notebook and biro in his hands.

"sherm, old man!" madadric grins cheerfully. "i'll have some grilled cheese on toast, and then whatever this lot wants."

Sherm takes the orders from the rest of the group. as he turns to go fill the orders, he turned to mad, a sour note in his voice. "any trouble like last time, and i'll have you shot, ya little punk."

"oh, come on! last time wasn't my fault!" mad protests mildly, shrugging.

"like hell..." sherm mutters as he walks off. "took weeks to wash the smell of penguins outta here...got closed down by the board of health...punks."

all eyes in the group, apart from bald beauty, turn to madadric.

"..what?"

"Penguins? Wierd. Too far south for penguins. I would think armadillos or something." He shrugs and finishes up the last three of his four eggs and leans back, slipping a smoke from his pack and setting it in place, flipping the lighter in his fingers for a few moments as he stares off out the window.

At that moment a bike came screeching into the parking lot, it's rider dumping bag on the ground and dismounting. A grin spreading on his face, Vandal slides form the table and and stands.

"Gimme a sec, I'll be back."

Walking to the door and stepping into the sunshine, he slips the shades over his eyes and lights the smoke, striding towards YiA all the time.

"Heya beautiful. what'd ya do, rob the bank again?"

He grins, cigarette smoke spiralling up from the cancer stick tucked safely between two fingers of his right hand.

OOC:Oops,forgot about the colors.

After getting closer he sees thats it red, not blue."A bloody angel?Aren't you guys disgraced or something?"Barghest yells as he puts the plane into a barral roll and going into the left and up again,barely dodging the missles and cannon which scar the desert land."Yeah,I remember!You guys got some bad blood in ya!"Barghest puts his plane on a collision course with the Bloody angels craft,all 14 guns blazing.

/ollie notices the tracer rounds begin to arc throughth esky in one of his rear view monitors following some battle rehtoric swapped over a Mil-Spec scrambled radio frequency

"yep, looks like it's plain sailing for us ahead, there's nothing like a third party to draw away fire in these situations is there? hahaha"

/the occupants of the APC still seem unsure over wether getting in was the best idea they had recently, at least they'd survived that little air-attack, but they were still locked in a speeding chunk of battle-armour driven by... well 'out of th frying pan' could be an apt phrase right now

"That looks like the diner ahead there, a few vehicles outside it by the looks of the long range monitors... anyone look familiar to you?"

/he spins one of the monitors around towards the passengers displaying a stabilised but still slightly shaky magnified image of teh diner parking lot

"could be some more associates, or juts a bunch of locals in the wrong place at teh wrong time.. you never know your luck eh? hahahaha..."

/keeping a distance away from Blue incase of another air-attack ollie continues speeding towards the diner, wiping away a small trickle of orange liquid seeping out of his ear on his sleave while stearing with one foot, keeping an eye on his surround view monitor suit all the time, keeping survailance tabs on the opening moves of th dogfight behind him, just incase teh winner comes along later...

OCC:this is a hell of a long morning drive for breakfast be there in a minuite.. /OCC