towerofanimus | The Doctor is [a Nazi Zombie!]

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The Doctor is [a Nazi Zombie!]

Characters: Zombiefied!Richtofen and anyone who wants in on the action!
Setting: October 18th-onward, anywhere in the Tower. Specify date and floor.
Format: Action to start, but I'll match you.
Summary: Richtofen didn't meet his quota, and came back as a zombie. A hungry zombie. He gets increasingly more ravenous as time goes on, intent upon changing as many residents of the Tower into zombies as he can.
Warnings: Blood, gore, character death with mun's permission, all that good stuff. If your character is zombiefied by Richtofen, it only lasts one day, but Richtofen will be able to control them. They'll also be able to make more zombies. Let me know if it is or isn't okay to harm/kill your character, please!

[Well, he tried. He'd stolen a lot of candy, and in turn, he got his candy hidden away, and couldn't meet his quota. He supposed it was fair, but it was still irritating to die a second time. It was even more irritating to come back as a zombie; irritating, and a little ironic. Painful, too.

For a while, Richtofen's new hunger is manageable. He's able to keep himself from mindlessly throwing himself at Tower residents, but he does try to bite if he gets wound up. However, he's Richtofen, so he finds himself getting wound up an awful lot. He's missing chunks of his body, the cafeteria food is even less appealing than usual, and he still can't take off his stupid Marine costume! Things are not going well for him.

But after a while, it gets to the point where all he can think about is delicious, glorious, moist, lovely flesh. Cafeteria food is no longer appealing. He's sure he'll starve if he doesn't find somebody to munch on, and hey, he's always wanted to control his own zombie horde!

So later in the month, he begins to charge at other residents without even the slightest provocation. He's armed with a knife, but he's hesitant to use it, because the feel of flesh between his teeth is so much more satisfying. The downside is that his costume hasn't given him any boosts in strength, and it's made him less wary of others, which is a dangerous combination for someone who doesn't have any superhuman powers. Fighting him off will be easy if you're gifted with those sorts of abilities, but if you aren't, you'll find that an incredibly hungry Nazi zombie is hard to fight off. Proceed with caution.]

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[It was getting harder. Shion had been okay at first, but as candy had gotten scarcer he was barely scraping through. Xion had left him a decent amount of candy when she had died; and he was trying to concentrate on the fact she had made him promise to live and not the fact she had died for him because that was awful...

Yesterday Reno had helped him but the situation was much the same today, none of the monsters dropped candy. It seemed if he wanted it he would have to steal it...

And Shion didn't want to steal, he didn't want to cause anyone else's death and even if he stole from someone strong enough to get more, they would have to steal and someone would eventually die.

He was working in the library as normal, ignoring the fact that his costume was becoming steadily tighter.

He heard a noise and went off to investigate.] Hello?

[Really, Richtofen had only been intending to use the library to study. It was an innocent enough goal. He hadn't seen anyone else at first, so he had grabbed a book that had looked interesting. But then, around the corner, he'd caught movement. In his surprise, his book had gone crashing to the floor.

It was another person. They were all alone, and coming toward him, and Richtofen was so hungry... He didn't even have time to wonder if the kid might have had some sort of hidden, devastating power before he found himself leaping at him, arms outstretched and teeth gnashing. He was reaching for the kid's arms, because he still had enough sense in him to know that a victim who flailed around less was easier to kill.]

[Shion went down pretty easily; Reno would be mad at him for being caught unaware. Unable to use his arms he tried kicking, trying to get away from this man... monster he realised as he caught sight of missing flesh.]

[A few blows landed on Richtofen, but he didn't seem to care. The most indication he gave that he even felt the kicks were the few growls and shrieks he let out, but those were more a product of his monstrous nature than anything.

He caught sight of Shion's throat, where he knew the jugular was located. If he could bite through that, the boy wouldn't last long. But he was just so hungry that he didn't care where he bit him, so he growled and snapped his teeth and dipped his head down, attempting to tear into Shion's flesh.]

[Shion screamed, Richtofen was stronger than him. Had been last time they had fought in the labyrinth and still was now despite Reno's training.

He felt pain and screamed again as he felt teeth tear into his throat.]

[Richtofen relished in the fact that a human's teeth were so strong, he really did. Their resilience combined with his sheer force of will made it easy for him to tear through the boy's neck. He reared his head back and let out a joyous hum as the first wave of blood splashed over his face; oh, it was so refreshing to feel that after so long.

He chewed the bit of flesh in his mouth hastily and swallowed it down before dipping his head down again. Every beat of Shion's frantic heart sent more blood out of his ruptured veins, and Richtofen drank it down just as readily as he tore chunks out of his neck. He made obscene little grunts and slurping noises as he ate, the feeding frenzy leaving him with little more awareness than an animal.]

[Shion screamed until he could scream no more pain flooding his senses as he gave up and let the man kill him; after all it would be better to die even if he woke up twisted and wrong, than try and struggle on with the injuries he knew he now had, and probably die later at another hand.

It took longer than he thought but finally consciousness left him.

Only for a moment though, because after a minute or so after the body Richtofen was feeding from had finally gone still the red eyes opened again. The pain was still there but muted, he could move despite the chunks of flesh missing from his body.

And Shion was hungry.]

[Richtofen tore flesh away and munched on it even after his prey went quiet and still. His movements were uneven and sloppy, and by the time he was finished, one side of Shion's neck was stripped of skin and some muscle, and the other side, near his shoulder, had a few bites taken out of it as well. The only thing that stopped him from eating more was that damned costume of his (so hard to tear!), but no matter. By the time the kid was dead, Richtofen had eaten his fill.

He sat up and blinked, his face, chin, and throat dripping with blood that he didn't bother to wipe away. He was beginning to come back to his senses. He rolled his tongue around in his mouth, tasting blood and flesh, and it was at that moment that Shion began to squirm underneath him.]

...Oh. You're back. [Richtofen stood up, feeling an inexplicable sense of control. Curious, he barked out:] Stand up!

[The feeling of hunger grew the more aware Shion became. He wanted to eat now and it had to be flesh. That would be easy, there were so many people here.

At the order his legs moved on their own, Shion was still in a state of numb confusion and hunger but they at least seemed to know what to do. His movements were awkward and he stood strangely.] I'm hungry [His voice was gruff and strange, his damaged neck had affected it.]

[Richtofen chuckled fondly. He had long desired to take control of zombies he'd created for himself, but in his homeworld, that brat Samantha stole the opportunity away from him. Here, now, he felt powerful, having created this one with his own body - no strange, alien chemicals needed.]

Yes, I'm sure you are. [He turned away and started toward the exit of the library. Before he got too far, he looked back and gestured for Shion to follow him.] Come, minion! We'll find you something.

[Shion's body again obeyed the moment the command was given and though some suppressed sleepy part of his mind screamed at him not to follow the hunger and promise of food quickly drowned it out.

He shuffled awkwardly, shambling towards the staircase and Richtofen.]

*He's at the end of his rope. He can't hold on anymore. So he's voluntarily chosen to wander the maze in a last-ditch attempt at keeping himself from killing. The desire to claim lives - It's in God's name! - claws at his mind, but here in the maze? He physically can't! So much frustration and relief and once and sometimes he'll lean on the wall, hands clenching and unclenching as he he tries to hold on to the man he knows he is.*

[Richtofen's been doing a little wandering of his own. He's started to feel more and more aimless, walking - no, shambling around like the zombies he used to hunt. So he's strayed from the morgue, the infirmary, the lab, places he used to stay, and he's started walking around the other floors, looking for someone to sink his teeth into.

That's how he wound up in the maze. The endless walls and turns and dead-ends are actually a little bit maddening. As it stands, he has no clue how far into the maze he's gotten or how to get out; he was practically on autopilot when he walked in, and the fact that it's severely uninhabited is starting to grate on his nerves.

That is, until he hears footsteps. He peeks around a corner, and sure enough, there it is! Another person! Another person who looks alive, and delicious, and... familiar?

'He got better,' is his first thought. 'He doesn't look so good,' is his second. 'That's what you told him the last time you saw him, right before you stole his candy and let him die,' is his third, but the realization is far overshadowed by Richtofen's fourth thought, which is less a thought and more a primal urge.

Before he can assess the situation or talk himself out of it, Richtofen jumps at Enoch, growling like a hungry animal.]

*Enoch comes back to focusing on the world in time to hear his growl. His first reaction is to jump - twice, once off the air to send him somersaulting over Richtofen's head midair and land behind him, drawing and readying the Arch in smooth, practiced motion.

He may be a rather hard target to hit, considering his alteration, and at least that works to his advantage. It may even buy him enough time to realize who he's looking at. What he was doing when he last saw him.

And it brought to mind, thievery is a sin. The battle for himself slipped away.*

You. It is time for your judgment, thief!

[It's only when Enoch starts to move that Richtofen seems to come to his senses enough to register the glow around him. After all, looking at a glowing person is one thing, but when that bright light of a person suddenly moves (and starts to get even brighter, at that), well, there's only so much a human's poor pupils can do, isn't there?

The light makes his head spin, and that combined with the momentum from the way he'd lurched his body sends Richtofen tumbling to the ground. He flips around and scrambles backward, narrowing his eyes to look up at Enoch.]

--Thief? Don't-

[He gets to his feet and puts an arm in front of his face to try and shield his eyes from the light, which seems to radiate more brightly with every passing second. Predictably, it does no good.

Whatever Richtofen had been trying to say is quickly forgotten, though, because despite the temporary distraction, both his stomach and his mind are screaming for him to rip the man to shreds. He only has enough presence of mind to spit out one last quip.]

They- they won't want me in Heaven, hahah..!

[And then his laughter chokes off into a mindless shriek, and he leaps at the "angel" again.]

*It's a small matter to simply repeat the evasive jump from before. It seems he isn't the only one who's lost himself, but at least Enoch still has something that can be called lucidity.

Instead of simply landing behind him, though, Enoch twists to slam down on him with the Arch before "cheating" with his wings and hopping back with a powerful flap, where before, he might have made himself vulnerable.*

We won't simply give souls to The Darkness. All must face judgment.

((ooc: Also I'm sorry about Enoch's transformation giving him this much advantage. Hadn't really thought of it... If it's a problem at all, let me know and we can work something out?))

[Richtofen realizes that Enoch has jumped again just a second soon enough, and he twists his body to try and see him, or attack him, or something. The logical part of his brain tells him that it's impossible, that he needs to run or he'll be killed, but he's too far gone to listen to that voice of reason.

He manages to twist halfway around by the time Enoch comes down with his blade, and the light from the weapon and the man himself gets so bright and distracting that it takes a moment for Richtofen to register that he's in pain. Sure enough, when he stumbles back against the maze wall and looks down, he can see blood flowing from a gash in his arm.

He doesn't even realize at first that he's started to scream, partially because the noise would sound more in place coming from a dying wildcat than from any human. Hastily, he clutches at the wound. Any attempts to move the injured arm prove fruitless (the doctor in him - or maybe the voices, he can't tell the two apart - is screaming, 'He cut through muscle, dummkopf!'), but Richtofen doesn't relent.

He breaks into a sprint, mouth wide open and aiming for Enoch's legs. A messy trail of blood splatters behind him as he abandons his goal of putting pressure on the wound in favor of trying to grab his would-be meal.]

((OOC: Don't worry about it! Like I said, I'm totally fine with Richtofen dying in this encounter, so go ahead and do whatever you'd like. ^^))

*The Arch goes into its diamond-shaped shield form long enough for Enoch to use it to "push" himself to the side with his opponent's bad arm, landing on one foot and pivoting to try to catch Richtofen in passing with a whirling strike, utilizing the Arch's reach. His wings flare to help him balance after the whirl as he plants his other foot and moves the Arch back to its normal two-handed grip.

There is no mercy in him, or it is buried; the adrenaline of battle has no challenge.*

[The blow strikes him hard, and Richtofen slams up against the opposite wall of the maze. He's disoriented, his vision swimming, and he slides down the wall, leaving a trail of blood behind him. He registers a new pain in his side where Enoch's weapon hit him, along with a dim throbbing where his back struck the maze. When he spits, it comes out bloody, but he can't place what sort of damage was done to him to cause that.

Frantically, Richtofen lands on his knees and leaps at Enoch, but it's a pathetic attempt. His lips are drawn back in a snarl, his mouth dripping blood, and another shriek comes bursting out of his throat, ending in a cough and splutter. He's just as mindless and hopeless as the hordes of zombies he used to kill (and he'd laugh and taunt them as they died, is this how they felt?), scrambling for a taste of flesh when he has no chance to obtain it.]

*A leap from his knees? The most that will happen is a mouthful of the hem of Enoch's skirt as he leaps back to avoid it, himself. With both hands on one grip, Enoch brings the Arch down, either attacking him when the back of his head and torso are prime targets after that lunge or forcing him to back off. Unless Richtofen could think of or luck into some other way out of the strike...

[Richtofen does get a mouthful of skirt, and he splutters and tries to spit it out as soon as he realizes it's not flesh. It's just so difficult to see what he's biting with all of that bright light everywhere..!

He tries to rear back, but sways to the side as he does so. He hears the blade pass by his head, and the current teetering angle of his body makes it easy for the blade to connect with his bad arm. It cuts in at an angle, and before Richtofen knows it, he feels it connect with his side.

He falls over and registers two dull thunks - one was undoubtedly his body falling over, and the other..? He glances over, bleary-eyed from blood loss, seeing spots as if he'd been looking into the sun too long. Where is his arm? He just sees a lot of blood, and-

Oh. It's laying on the ground by his legs. Okay.

Wait no that is not okay-]

Die!

[The word hardly sounds like a word; it's more akin to a shriek, and someone who wasn't paying much attention wouldn't have known he said anything at all. He writhes on the floor uselessly, unable to balance in a way that would allow him to get up and lunge again like he so desperately wants to do. The last blow had landed in such a way that it had gone into his side a few inches, and it wouldn't surprise him if his already zombie-like flesh had given out and split open far enough for his intestines to peek through.

If this were happening the other way around, it would be hilarious. But suddenly, he doesn't appreciate all the quips he'd made at zombies he'd dismembered ("Hey zombie, do you have the time? Haha, doubt it!"). No, lying there with one less limb and bleeding out like a pathetic little animal, things were decidedly not funny at all.]

*Enoch watches the man writhe for a moment, old unease stirring deep in his gut. But it wasn't something that necessarily hindered him, the rush of battle eclipsing it all too easily when combined with his sense of duty.

He approaches Richtofen then, keeping at least an arm's length between them. He's figured his mouth is, for whatever reason, his main form of attack, so he isn't going to close that distance so readily. At least, not until he's ready to attack.

He raises his Arch above his head by one handle. There's a moment of hesitation, a split second where his confidence wavers... But before he can consciously latch onto that, it's gone, and his arm seems to be moving of its own volition as he twists to the side and attempts to bring the Arch down on his opponent's neck.*

[Richtofen tries to scramble away, but his remaining hand slips and slides on his own blood, and he falls back and strikes his head on the floor. He tries kicking, too, but his movements are sluggish and lacking in power.

His head is swimming. His vision's a strange combination of black at the edges and white when he looks at Enoch (who, at this point, just looks like a great big ball of light to him). He makes a few growling and hissing noises, gnashing his teeth together, but it's no use.

He vaguely sees an arched shape descend on him, and his thoughts overlap in a rush - 'I don't want to die don'twanttodie not again where are they where where where revive me NikolaiTakeoDempsey nein nein nein nein nein-!'

He struggles frantically enough that the Arch doesn't meet its intended mark. Rather, it strikes a few inches above his neck.

Boom, headshot.]

*By now, the Arch's beam is a significantly duller blue, running red at the edges, and the color of the Arch itself is starting to resemble a soft gray more than white. Enoch steps back, weapon held at his side by one handle, feeling bile rise in his throat as his conscience makes another attempt at reasserting its rightful place as he realizes for the first time it had been buried at all.

It figures that it would take someone he'd be more likely to have to fight to put an end to the internal fight. Or, at least, break the stalemate.*

[Sorry Richtofen, but Jin's transformation doesn't exactly making his flesh appear to be very appealing. But if you were going to attack him, he was certainly willing to fight back. Seeing what the inside of a zombie looks like sounds like it would be pretty fun...

So when Richtofen charges, Jin takes out his own knife-- a scalpel, to be precise (hah)--, and aims to bury it right in the other's shoulder. It was important to leave the abdomen un-scathed for now!]

[Richtofen wasn't expecting that. It hasn't been too long since his transformation, so he has enough presence of mind to try and attack with his knife, but the scalpel in his shoulder quickly puts an end to that. His weapon falls to the floor and skids away, but Richtofen isn't deterred yet.

He lets out a shriek and swings out with his good arm, trying to leave scratches on his prey-turned-attacker's face, maybe claw out an eye; anything that would disorient him enough to give him an edge.]

[The shriek gets a smirk from Jin, but letting his guard down now would be a pretty stupid thing to do. He takes a step away, and while he can't escape the swipe completely, it's not as much damage as if he were stupid enough to stay in the same spot.

His glasses were knocked off-kilter a bat, and it seems once of the black scarfs was starting to open form the attack. But eh, big whoop; a few more scratches is just gonna get drowned in the myriad other scars he already has. Instead of being bothered by that, he pulls out another scalpel from his sleeve and makes a swipe of his own for Richtofen's abdomen.]

[The swipe connects and tears through a good three inches of his abdomen before Richtofen stumbles back. His blood oozes out and stains his Marine uniform slowly, as if it's not quite flowing the way a living human's blood should.

The sharpness of the pain brings him to his senses enough to try and protest (if it could be called that).]

How dare you hurt the doctor?!

[Oh my wasn't that...interesting. The way the blood seeped out wasn't akin to any kind of liquid's behavior he'd ever seen or heard of before-- it certainly wasn't the way that he'd seen blood behave.

Consider his interest piqued.]

Funny, I think that's what I should be saying to you. [He flicked the scalpel to the side slightly to flick some of the droplets of blood off the blade.]

[Someone else is implying that they're the resident crazy doctor? Oh, nein. That's just insulting. Richtofen's all for "study buddies," as it were, but this one's just annoying (probably because Richtofen's the victim instead of the surgeon today).

He might have argued any other time, but possessed with the desire to act like a mindless zombie, he abandons all conversation in favor of shrieking and jumping at Jin again. The action makes fresh pain sprout in his new wound, but adrenaline propels him forward despite it.]

[This guy's primitive reaction was entertaining enough to garner a chuckle from him. This time he doesn't bother to move away though-- he takes whatever blow Richtofen wants to deliver, sure that whatever pain he'd add to the heap wouldn't be more than just another piece of hay on a haystack.

No, instead of moving he just sunk his stance and lowered his body, taking another scalpel out to stab at one of the "zombie's" knees.]

[Richtofen grabs and swipes at Jin and tries to bite, but all he manages to do is leave a few scratches and graze his teeth over the other man's cheek before he ducks down. The sudden pain in his knee is sharp, though that doesn't mean much. He feels pain all over his body, from where his hat is sewn to his head to where his flesh has begun to rot away as a result of his costume (and the latter isn't even a pain, really, more a dull throbbing near the edges of the wounds where his nerve endings are still intact).

But, regardless, the scalpel hits him in just the right way to send him toppling over Jin and to the ground. Did that little bastard cut a tendon, or did Richtofen just lunge too fast to catch himself? Either way, he doesn't seem too fazed; he just turns around, leaps up, and lashes out again, ever the persistent zombie that he is. His injured leg, though, doesn't move, just hangs there steadily leaking blood as Richtofen slams half-open fists toward Jin's face.]

[The success of his strike elicits another smirk of satisfaction, though this one was a bit more smug and even sadistic. Given how composed Jason was, it's doubtful that that one could be attributed to the costume, to be honest.

He was a bit too slow standing up to avoid a face full of zombie fist, but it was thankfully just enough to knock his glasses out of place instead of actually break them, though that didn't say much for his poor nose.

Didn't matter; he used the close proximity to make an upward jab this time, digging the scalpel as deep as he could into the zombie man's elbow. If only he would just stay still, it would be so much easier...]

[Richtofen's in no mood to stay still, especially after landing a blow. Unfortunately, the scalpel sinks into his arm, and Richtofen dimly realizes through a burst of pain that that's what it feels like to have a tendon cut. His arm falls limply to his side, but he still manages to lash out with the other one, shouting as he goes.

Hey, zombies are nothing if not persistent.]

[If Jin were a better person, he'd actually admire that kind of persistence. Unfortunately, he wasn't.]

Why don't you just stop already? This is more damage than I was hoping to do.

[His face would no doubt suffer abuse, but it wasn't like he was very nice to look at right now anyway. So he took it in stride, and ducked down again, aiming the next scalpel at Richtofen's other knee.]

[Richtofen falls over, pain searing in three of his limbs now. He rolls onto his back and holds himself up with his one good arm, but he can't find the presence of mind to say much in response to it all.]

Idiot!

[It's the best he can manage when his body and brain and the voices, the damned voices are screaming, "Eat him, eat him, eat him!" on endless repeat.]

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The Doctor is [a Nazi Zombie!]

22nd Library

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let me know if I need to tone down the gory description or anything!

no problems! Also I have never written zombie turnings before so idek if I did it right

you're fine c: just shambling and trying to eat people and listening to Richtofen, basically

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23rd, floor 8

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I'm sorry about that, I keep forgetting to link that first thing.

No problem! I keep forgetting to check for people's costumes/deaths, haha, my bad

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For the sake of fairness I've been rolling dice occasionally. They do -not- like Richtofen... <_<

Lmao, this is not Richtofen's week. Also, have some tl;dr!

Oh boy, tl;dr! Also I...don't know if I should be saying "poor Richtofen" or not XD;

Oh, don't feel sorry for him, he's done plenty to deserve this. XD

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Floor 27, Let's go with the 21st because why not

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