@The Kraken(Kennedy)
Bushwhacker listened to Kennedy describe the events she was watching unfold-he bit his tongue far harder then he would have liked to admit at the word they needed help; he wasn't sure if he could handle the guilt of practically leading The Maker to his death. A wave of relief washed over his stoic figure as Kennedy chimed in quickly again that the approaching hero and his companion were in fact ok. And then she said something even more surprising.
MinutemanIt took Bushwhacker a moment to remember the lesser known hero-fortunately the ex crime fighters odd name made narrowing down just who Kennedy was talking about somewhat easier. Quickly connecting the dots Bushwhacker was somewhat surprised the man was actually still alive. If he remembered the mans powerset correctly he would no doubt be an asset to the group-that was if he wasn't raving mad or anything. He attempted to view the now approaching group by maxing out the visuals on his scoped rifle; a pointless task as they all turned out to just resemble indistinguishable blobs at this distance.
What I wouldn't give for some powers like hers... He quickly thought to himself while thinking of Kennedys impressive abilities before speaking back up over the radio "Well I wont say I saw that comeing, but it could be a fortunate turn of events. Perhaps."
If not you have three minutes to kill him a darker voice hissed in the back of his mind-quickly he pushed the thought aside. "Why don't you fly on down to the ground floor? You radio everything is on the up and up when they arrive and I'll lower down the lift. If not well..." He looked down at the large metal bucket next to his feat, the old pale bulging with a fair amount of what one could only assume were deadly explosives. The contraptions filling the bucket just had that "bomb look" to them. "...well, just get outta there and I'll start raining hell. And keep an eye out, might be a surprise or two waiting down there for ya. I honestly can't tell what, if anything, is directly below my lift."
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@Mr Rage@Kidd(Vivian & Lillah)
"I'm not a criminal," Vivian answered rather quickly, as if almost expecting the odd question. Luckily for her Tod was to pilled out of his head to notice what time of day it was, let alone a questionable lapse in speech. His mind didn't even linger on suspicion as she went on to ask "Did you see the fireworks, too? That's where we're heading."
"I'm no criminal either," The man with the heavy looking hammer chimed in through a bout of sick sounding coughs-Tod couldn't help but be reminded of Darth Vader. Hell, the guy even had a big creepy mask. He immediately felt somewhat bad for thinking this as the newcommer went on to more properly introduce himself in a way that came off as genuinely kind to Tod.
"William Shoemaker, though most people call me The Maker for short. Kind of a biblical joke." Tod had never been a biblical man so he didn't really get the reference-or maybe he was just too high-iether way the man known as William (The Maker?) was rather efficiently working his way through the pile of writhing zombies Tod had created moments before. Without thinking Tod rushed to the old mans side in an effort to get the most out of his remaining moments of powers-quickly ripping apart and caving in any skull within punching distance. Each blow he dealt was usually followed by the sound of sickeningly wet bones snapping and cracking. After Vivian joined in it only took the group a few moments to turn the undead mob into a pile of rotting meat.
After the group was done performing what would have been called an atrocity pre outbreak Tod turned his full attention back to the previous conversation. "Nice to meet ya Shoe. You allright with that cough?" He asked with real concern while extending his hand towards William in an offer of a handshake. The man who called himself The Maker cautiously took hold of Tods hand-needless to say Tod was shocked by the iron like death grip this stranger possessed. But then again maybe lugging a giant hammer around like that was quite the workout? After trying not to get every bone broken in his hand he gave William a silent nod as the handshake ended-quickly he turned his attention back to the unnamed woman who had asked him a question.
I'm actually just following my new friend." Tod pointed over his recently injured shoulder with his thumb in the direction of thin air-it made him look like he was seeing fictional people which no doubt was rather worrisome to William and Vivian.
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Luckily for MinuteMan, Lillah cautiously turned the corner leading to group. She was scowling and her brown eyes studied the strangers: a man in a welder's mask, probably a hero. Some emo girl, but she had in her hand a makeshift and bloodied weapon. Creepy, she thought of the group as she approached, shrugging her shotgun over her back. "Hey," she greeted before taking a moment to assess the rest of the scene: zombie bits here and there, blood everywhere. It looks like MinuteMan took care of business. "I'm Lillah," she said. "You all coming to the casino then?"
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"There she is!" Tod said with a grin at the timely arrival of Lillah; the few moments she hadn't been there seemed to drag on in what felt like an eternal awkward silence. His beaming smile of a face broke to a stone just as quickly however, the shift in mood followed by a rather manic display as he sulked his way over to Lillahs side--hands in his coat pocket and eyes transfixed on the ground--until he literally stood behind the poor girl like a shadow. Something had just happened in his head that the rest of the group obviously couldn't see.
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Lillah visibly tensed as MinuteMan approached and literally stepped in line behind her. She turned to frown at him, eyebrows furrowing together; she had never in her twenty years had to deal with...anything like this. She had a pet snake at one point, but Kelloggs had been about as friendly as a feral cat. So to have this man--a superhero, no less--follow her around like an actual puppy left her at a loss for words.
"Awh, he doesn't even need a leash," the emo girl teased, leaning on her street sign. Tod seemed completely oblivious to the comment; to focused on scanning the surroundings behind Lillah like some mad watchdog.
"Ah-- he--" Lillah stammered. He obviously wasn't a bad guy, but this could be a problem. "Don't worry about it," she finally said. This would be something she'd have to deal with once they were all safe. And maybe once everyone was safe, he'd go back to being himself--whatever that was. "Anyway," she continued, glancing back at MinuteMan again.
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After a brief round of twenty questions it became rather apparent that Lillah was in fact from the very casino the whole group was headed towards. Not only did she ensure them they were not a bunch of looters and murderers but likewise the casino was safe for now-atleast safer then anywhere else she knew of in the city. She also affirmed Williams question that Bushwhacker was indeed there and before long the newly formed group set off towards the building looming in the distance. Making rather good time they easily dispatched all the undead along the way as a unified front before eventually arriving in the parking lot of The Star Casino and Hotel-all the giant red arrows spray painted on the black asphalt leading up to a lone woman Lillah recognized immediately as Kennedy.
@The Kraken(Liam)
@Amelian DracoAgreeing to help each other out both David and Liam made their way along the wreck covered city street in a rather impressive display of teamwork. Most zombies were cut down before they even noticed the duo following the large spray painted arrows. They had arrived in the parking lot just in time to witness an unbelievable sight as a woman literally flew-wings and all-down from the top of the building before gracefully landing on the ground. They were so caught up in the sight that they hadn't noticed the group that had likewise entered the parkinglot from behind them on their left.