towerofanimus | 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 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.*

The Doctor is [a Nazi Zombie!]

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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