[EVENT] And really bad eggs!

[majorarc]

Who: Everyone
When: January 10-12
Where: The Ghost Pirate Ship
What: Fighting Ghost Pirates!!
Warnings: N/A

Suddenly, you’ve been pulled by your new flying abilities and deposited so kindly on the deck of the ship. Around you are hundreds of zombies and it seems like you’re in for a fight. When you look starboard, you notice weapons lying around that have some short of a strange glow. May as well grab them and fight, right? Team up and beat those ghosties!!

Comments

[gufo_piccolino]

Mukuro pays no attention to the Japanese boy with the rusty sword, glancing at him only long enough to register that he isn't a threat to be disposed of like the ghosts before whisking past in pursuit of another zombie. Bits of gore speckle his clothes, making Mukuro look like some crazed executioner on a murder spree. A description which quite aptly describes him, even on his good days.

[meitori]

To Yuuta, he looked like a demon from his grandmother's tales, but let's go with the nicer description.

The rusty sword does Yuuta well... until it breaks in half and a few zombies swarm to him. He runs, trying to get away from them, but only brings more of them in Mukuro's direction.

oh crap I'm sorry, I forgot about this orz

[gufo_piccolino]

Clicking his tongue in annoyance as the boy runs past, he skips backward to avoid the sudden rush of zombies and slashes and thrusts at them nimbly until most are unmoving body parts littered across the section of deck he's fighting on. Facing down the remaining ones, he snaps tersely at Yuuta, "If you can't fight properly then get out of the way."

aww, it's okay!

[meitori]

"Sorry!" Yuuta calls out, looking for another weapon and only finding what he hopes is a sturdier piece of wood. He smacks one of the zombies, but really, if he was in his older form, he would be a lot better at this.

[gufo_piccolino]

Mukuro doesn't really hear him, slicing and dicing the remainder until they're limply flopping body parts on deck. His companions are off doing their own thing, slaughtering or gleefully examining the zombies, so in the brief lull of the fighting he takes the time to clear the space around him by heaving a few bodies off deck. He's not at all afraid to get his hands dirty and isn't the least bit squeamish either.