Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-26852465-20160229022316/@comment-26852465-20160320040002

"I uh..." Velma seemed... pretty defeated, she realized. "Even.. i-if I tried to, I couldn't seriously injure anyone." She briefly looked around... probably to make sure Glendias wasn't listening in.. the last thing she wanted to hear was another skeleton joke. "I don't know if you read newspaper.. but um.. you know those cartoons? The comic strips..? I'd say they.. closely resonate with me." She tapped her fingers together.. "They can fight all they want in a cartoon.. but they never seem to be too injured, afterwards.. y'know?" That was what she meant by 'cartoon violence'. Her "attacks" could disable anyone really.. though only for the sake of comedic effect; and it was pretty much useless for actually injuring people.

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It would take a while to find the right combination for the switches.. as Xero fiddled with them, he would hear a spark of electricity behind him, and then a scratchy, distorted voice.. possibly from a transmission of some sort.

"Strongpoint Plaid report status; repeat, Strongpoint Plaid, report status. You've uh... been dark for 17 hours now. Report in.. your sector shows active necrotics." Even if Xero didn't understand that jargon, Abernathy did.. 'active necrotics'... it seemed they were sharing this headquarters with a few zombies.. and possibly the Order soldiers commanding "Strongpoint Plaid."

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The only "Superior" Mamono within the school was the Wight.. locked securely in the principal's office. Everything else was pretty common.. the boy confined in the locker sighed with relief, hearing the heavy presence ignore him.

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A heavy fog loomed over the city, now.. it seemed to replace the rain. The fog accentuated several silhouettes.. though these were of the zombies trapped within the buildings, trying to get out.