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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[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.*

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The Doctor is [a Nazi Zombie!]

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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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