OOC: Gonna have to extract, I'm afraid- work is scheduled to be extra-special-double-insane, so I'm not confident in my ability to keep up with this, unfortunatly. As it is, my toons'll exit to perhaps reappear when my RL workload is less.
IC:
"Oww. . ."
Ninjitsu is about being stealthy and elusive. Ignore that, and you'll find yourself wholloped but good. Gai was spreadeagled on the floor, wondering vaguely about the herd of elephants that was clearly tapdancing on his skull, when Nox dropped back in. He had used his speed to buy himself a few instants, and was back, fully rejuvinated. The mystic being in black grabbed something out of the fallen ninja's pocket, toyed with it for a second, and replaced it.
A second later, Gai-Jin teleported away. "Finally- a USE for that VIP pass. He shelled out enough for it." Nox hissed. "Those funny costume pieces just weren't worth the money."
"Jesus, Nox, you have to inflate your body count, don't you." A voice said from next to his elbow. "Okay, on three, punch off a Proton Volley. Three."
Nox obeyed, sending out the huge cone-shaped wave of rapidly decaying photons. The speaker appeared next to him, his Shadow Fall being slightly disrupted as a massive spectral skull appeared in front of his face, unleashing waves of primal terror into the crowd.
"My thanks for the save, Yuryou."
"No problem. Let's make tracks before they realize they're not being attacked by Bob Saget in drag, or whatever it is they're seeing." The gravity vectors in his cyborg enhancements activated, allowing him to lift off. Nox followed suit, rising into the air. A hail of bullets from his pistols turned the skylight into a rain of broken glass, and the two of them quickly exited. "Where's Gai?"
"Pocket D."
"Finally found a use for that pass."
"Finally."
"So- you two murder the lawyer and walk into that?"
"Yep."
"Damn lawyers."
Ken kept slicing away but for every one he cut down another soon tooks its place. He watched as a guy in an armored suit took on something purple that was spit in half by throwing plates but the creature just flung them back with what appeared to be TK. HE sliced through another zombie as it was about to take a bite out of a young man throwing flash bombs and trying to get out of the many lines of fire.
"Watch out these things will go after warm flesh, not holgrams mad out of smoke."
ooc:these are flesh eating zombies i hope or i just made a butt of myself.PS Ken is dressed in a simple Tshirt and black sweatpants as well as round spectacles,he wears more traditional swordsman clothes during his classes.
"Thanks," Keith said to the swordsman. He had definitely gotten too close to the fray - or it had gotten too close to him. There really were an awful lot of zombies.
Broken glass rained down on them and Keith jumped back, narrowly avoiding the shards. The zombies didn't seem to care.
Keith stared at the glass studded zombies for a moment; at times like this, running away had a certain amount of appeal. But the heroes were outnumbered, or at least out-weirded (What was that purple thing anyway? More importantly, diid he want to know?), and the shoppers were still running back and forth like frightened squirrels.
Drat, he thought, and continued blinding zombies, if from a slightly safer distance.
ooc: this is my kinda rp forum 4 days and im not playing catch up.
"No problem sonny, you keep them offa me and I'll do the same"
Did I just call him 'sonny' man I am getting old he thought to himself. Next thing you know I'll be telling kids to get off my lawn, if I had a lawn.
A quick slash of his katana took down two more zombies and a well placed kick took out a third.Ken just wished they would stay down. Ken then brought his foot down on the head of a zombie crawling on the floor in an attempt to hopefully dispell it movements.
"Good thing this is a mall cause I'm never wearing these shoes after this" Ken said to himself, doubtful any one could hear him over the noise of the fighting.
(( I have to agree...
...This place has slowned down so much! Post, people! 
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ooc:its cool with me i got a job and a life. As well as a crappy connection.
OOC: Whoosh Looks Left to right sees a tumble weed pass by. "Hello" anybody seen the guy who started this thread cause i think its about to die. 
((Bah! Didn't realize anyone was actually *gasp* posting! Also. . . I've been neglecting the boards, sorry. T_T))
"Oh, hi there dollface," Schizo said, turning to AinuRauco in an instant, the plates circling him menacingly. Well, okay, maybe not that menacingly. They were plates.
"Anyway, if you want a plate, just ask!" Schizo cackled, the plates beginning to shoot at AinuRauco. . .
"Gah!" Hal gasped, freed from the Spirit Shark's jaws. "Anyone who even TRIES to attack Schizo is a friend of mine," he muttered darkly, and AinuRauco would feel a burst of radiation pouring through her and strenghthening her. . .
((Accelerate Metabolism, and yeah it's a PBAOE, shut up. 
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"Hmm," Moonscribe said, surveying the chaos. "They seem to be doing pretty well. And to think some people say humans are so useless!" He chuckled softly.
((oh, good, this thread hasn't died 
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Keith wasn't going to argue the swordsman's suggestion; he would do a lot more good making sure he didn't get overwhelmed than he would have on his own. Though the swordsman didn't seem to be having much more luck keeping the zombies down than Keith was having keeping them blinded - the dratted things either reasembled or were replaced as fast as they fell.
Did they build this place on a graveyard? Keith wondered. Or did someone bring... What did necromancers use anyway? Dehydrated zombies? Dirt from a fresh grave?
A disembodied hand crawling up his leg ended his irrelevant line of thought.
"Yech!" Keith tossed the hand back into the melee. "Does anyone know what gets rid of zombies?"
Spines assaulted the plates while Jenny began dodging thorns left and right.
"Hey! That is my SISTER you are trying to impale!" Experiment shouted, flinging a cluster of spines at Schizo, mainly to let out some aggression since he would probably simply seperate, but hell, he was annoying. "Just stay still a little so I can get a shot in!"
Jen watched the spectical unfold on her big screen tv. When would the wannabe heroes and villains learn to get along. Sipping her coffee, Jen realized she probally had the only real coffe maker left in this mall. Today all the kids wanted gourmet water with flavored beans. If only I was twenty years younger, Jen thought to herself.
Ack, Keith thought, and switched off his light bending field. There were now so many things (and a few people) flying through the air that being hit by accident seemed the greater risk.
He ducked a random plate and continued distracting zombies with projected opponents, flash capsules, and his hypnosis ray, which amazingly worked even on their shrivled brains. He only hoped the villains stayed busy with the actual heroes; a well placed plate, sword, or other power and he would be out of the fight for good...or at least until he could make it back from the hospital.