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Teen Titans: Divided We Fall

If the one who spiked the drinks ain't Evan than I don't know who did.

[Mid-High Casual] The Wings of the Seraph

Sorry XD Still, thanks for adjusting :D We'll just have to wait for the others.

Teen Titans: Divided We Fall

"Oh, come on..." Rhea moaned as piles upon piles of the infected rushed at them from all sides. "Where in da name of da seven hells be they comin' from?!" the healer shouted, abruptly, noticing that she was surrounded. "Well..." the single word escaped her lips, filled with much emotion than usual. Was this really how she was going to die... zombie chow? She imagined going down in a much more honourable path... 'tis a shame that she would meet her end here. Suddenly, tendrils of ice shot through the ship, impaling her pursuers. It didn't take a genius to know who the person was and, by the gods, Rhea's eyes beamed in hope as she saw her comrade coming back for her. Instantly, the thoughts of surrender and helplessness were sundered from the fabric of her psyche as she gritted her teeth, the look of determination and righteous fury burning in her eyes. "Thanks, Thermos." Rhea smiled as she pulled back her sleeves. "Dun worry... Lil'o me be not as helpless as I think I am." the healer smirked proudly, producing a myriad of all types of cells, gathering her strength into both her fists. Rhea bent down upon one of the impaled zombies and easily pulled out one of the long shards of ice from the body; a weapon was finally in her hand. Damn, it was cold but it would have to do.

She would show them, she would show Thermos, she would show Sentinel, she'd show them all that this healer wasn't going to go down without a fight. Using the same window that Thermos used to enter, Rhea slipped out and landed on the ground, rolling forward as a result. Instantly, hordes of the undead lunged at her with unrelenting voracity. Bone cells, skin cells, blood cells and every type of cell in her body divided and multiplied rapidly, causing an unnatural surge of strength to overcome the woman. Of course, her strength could not be compared to that of the demigod and Sentinel, but it was damn sure enough to launch waves upon waves of zombies writhing through the air as the icy weapon in her hand collided with her enemies, shattering her weapon in the process.

As she got a brief breather, Rhea nearly collapsed from the overexertion as she turned to Thermos. "I be needin' a better weapon, Thermos! I'll have to be goin' to Rose's room. Assist me, pretty please?" she said between breaths and pants. Her eyes went over to one of the nearby tool crates and, as quickly, pulled out a crowbar, examining it in the process. "Will this do?" she quipped before a cadaver went to her, prompting Rhea to shriek loudly before swinging the weapon, launching the zombie flying sideways. "Oh..." Rhea exhaled. "Yep, it'll do!" In her mind, more weapons equals good, so, she picked up an iron pipe in her other hand and began running towards the senior dorms, sprinting past Whirlie with a wave. There was a great difference between the two women at this point... While Whirle was coolly and effectively impaling and mutilating the undead, Rhea was flailing her arms, running and screaming for dear life. "A LITTLE HELP?!" Rhea roared as a zombie grabbed her robe, causing the healer to immediately feel nauseous as if... the zombie had this aura of decay. Rhea spun around, swinging the iron pipe with great force, knocking the zombie away whilst a part of her robe was torn asunder. "Now ye done it!"

There was no way that she could reach the top floor by herself. She'd have to wait for her team to assist her. For now, she'd have to content herself with crowbars and pipes. Besides, she stood a better chance at survival together with her comrades. She could only hope that Smoker, Hatty, and Sandy could bring her some weapons to use... that is, if they were still alive. They were mighty enough to stop this invasion assuming that they could work together. A rough transmission echoed through her communicator, the voice of someone strangely familiar reverberating in her ears: it was Static, one of the senior titans! Rhea lifted the communicator to her lips, her voice as shaky as her soul. "Cell, here. We be copyin' ya, Static. Ten titans surrounded by, probably, da same things dat be attackin' ya; six in the hangar and the rest be up in da upper levels."

Rhea could feel that her strength was waning, her body bending over to the fatigue that she could feel ever so increasingly. At this rate, with only six of them in the hangar, they'd get overrun soon. The hordes of hell were relentless in their numbers and, unlike the titans, the cadavers were never getting tired. Suddenly, another transmission echoed through her communicator; there was a voice that she recognized ever so easily. "Sentinel!" Rhea beamed with joy before swatting a zombie with the crowbar. "Take yer time. We can be handlin' dis!" Cell looked at her comrades, realizing that this was their time to work together. After all, a team that kills zombies together, stays together. "Our team be comin' fer us, guys! Let's be showin' dem dat we can clean up faster dan dey can get here!" Rhea rallied through the communicator before picking up two iron pipes and swatting them at the invaders. "Let's be fightin' our way out of da tower! We'll be meetin' up with Hatty, Smoker and Sandy en route. I can already be guessin' dat dey 'ave a'ready cleaned up there." At this Rhea, battled her way to the upper floors, confident that, for once, they wouldn't be just 'teen titans', they would be something more: a team.

I dun 'ave much time left... I can't... keep... fightin'...

Teen Titans: Divided We Fall

Aight! I'll have Rhea go up there with help from the gang. Another question... how do we view 'life force'? Like, is it replenish-able or something? Once a zombie begins to drain your life force, does that part of you regenerate or is it forever ripped away from you?

Teen Titans: Divided We Fall

Well, based off on Wraith's info, if Rhea gets close to them, her life force will begin to get drained and punching might be a bad idea, the zombie might be able to bite her. Still, the walking life-force draining zombie would prove to be a problem for someone who doesn't really know kung-fu. Besides, Rhea doesn't have much hand-to-hand combat experience.

Teen Titans: Divided We Fall

Well, Rhea's gonna be useless in this battle... unless, you guys allow her to unconsciously and temporarily unlock her cellular disintegration abilities... Uhmm, like, someone splashes blood on her and she loses her bolts, causing the unconscious restrain she placed upon herself to vanish and, for the mean time, go haywire with the disintegration since she's now acting on instincts to survive, not to heal others.

That's just a suggestion, though. I'll try to think of better ways for Rhea to assist against life-sucking zombies.

[Mid-High Casual] The Wings of the Seraph

The peals of lightning and thunder soared through the skies as a deafening boom informed Akriel that one of his brothers had arrived. Two years have changed a lot of them, some for the better, some not so much. The seraph survivors entered one after the other, prompting Akriel to raise his eyebrow in confusion-- didn't they meet each other on their way here? Still, Akriel couldn't stifle as a smile when it has been quite a while since he had seen them. He had heard rumours of his team, some of them being deemed as criminals and, some, humble vendors and all. They were a ragtag group of avengers, that one was for certain. Vualranur's last hope was contained in a single room with a group of people rallying under a single cause... at least, that's how Akriel would have liked to perceive it. Two years wasn't enough to change everything entirely but in those two years, the mind must have shifted one way or another. Not all of them still believed in the treaty of the Seraphs and the monarchy. If there was something that Akriel knew and understood, it would be the mere fact that they're now here not under the guise of avenging their kingdom; they're here for their own reasons, purposes and motives.

"Korvus is on his way. I've seen him from the window." Akriel replied nonchalantly, his eyes tracing the outline of the survivors. Zen was the first to arrive, the man's visage hadn't rusted one bit. His mask still hid his emotions perfectly, Akriel wasn't so sure if he had solidly seen the seraph's face in the past. If he did, it had long been erased from his mind. Still, Zen looked as capable as ever and the seraph knew that he could count on him. The next to stumble in was Itzal, the most naive in the entire group aside from Azrael in Akriel's opinion. The lad didn't look that much dependable but, then again, two years might have changed the ways of this timid disciple of the guild. Oh, and two years did change a lot in Akriel; it could be said for the majority of them. The next he saw were the Crowley brothers, Darius and Oswald. The two were friendly back in the days but they were more confined to their own world than anything else. Out of everyone, Akriel was wary of the brothers. After all, one brother's knife in your back meant that the sibling's knife is in front of you. Korvus, the oldest of them, could likely be a reliable fellow. While he had a bad reputation of stepping over boundary lines, in these times, Akriel couldn't care less. He would take whatever weirdo in the Seraph was alive.

"Gentlemen." the lad began. "It's been two years since we last gathered like this and, this time, I've brought along someone whom you might be familiar with." Akriel's eyes went over to his cousin. "The last of the Zaazenach bloodline, Azrael Nemamaiah. The cowardly monarch who left Vualranur to burn to cinders." The monarch's cousin walked towards a drawer and pulled out a parchment. "It seems that the Ninrus elders will be visiting Vualranur to inspect their new colony. I heard that the five elders will be toured at different schedules with body doubles also deployed to add to the security measure. Jabaha, the military commander, would also be roving the streets at that time. The most powerful ninran people are out in the open and this could be our chance to take back the kingdom. If the figure heads would be destroyed, chances are, riots will break out and the ninran grip will weaken. However, I don't really know where the routes would be... that would only be my dilemma." Akriel pinched the bridge of his nose, sighing in the process. "If we stir a battle, more or less, rioters might join us." The seraph turned to his cousin who had stayed silent during the ordeal. "But, I guess, our monarch would like something to say."

Azrael raised her eyes to the men surrounding her, she made balled her fists as she exhaled deeply. "I-I know I've done a lot of bad things in my life. I have let a lot of good people down. But, please, don't think less of me. I ask for the strongest guild to lend me their strength so that I can rebuild my kingdom into the shining beacon of glory that it once was." the princess kept her voice moderate, making sure that her words wouldn't leak outside. "Lend me your strength, please. I know we can win."

Akriel rolled his eyes before turning to his comrades. "So, what has transpired in your lives during those two years?"

[Mid-High Casual] The Wings of the Seraph

Awesome posts, everyone! I'll be setting up mine in the meantime.

Teen Titans: Divided We Fall

Dang. No use for cells then. What's a body without a soul, more or less?