9/20/08 // ...EVERYONE.

[omgzmodz.livejournal.com]

Who: IC!Ed, OOC!Roy, OOC!Psiren, IC!Gluttony, E!Al, IC!Alfons, OOC!Scar, IC!Envy, A!Wrath, IC!Sheska, IC!Hawkeye, C!Envy, npc:IC!Al, npc:IC!Ran Fan, npc:OOC!Izumi, npc:Darren, npc:Balthamos, npc:Raziel, npc:Jesus, npc:Death, npc:Famine, npc:Pestilence, npc:War's Horse, npc:Big Bold Letters, npc:Sam L, npc:Iron Man, npc:velociraptors, npc:locusts, npc:Gate, npc:Gatebaby!Car, npc:zombies, npc:snakes, npc:Pyramid Head
When: 9/20/08
Rating: R
Category: Side Plots
Summary: Apocalypse, Part III. Can it get moar srser? Earthquake-proofing, the effects of bloodloss, first-aid, construction of weaponry, gravity failures, and locusts. Some choose to valiantly fight off the encroaching zombie hordes, others choose to quietly make out in a corner. Others choose to set the zombies ON FIRE. Armageddon begins. There is more death.


IC!Alfons: ::finishes reinforcing the ceiling, and runs a hand through his hair, then looks over at Mal, becoming very concerned:: What about Edward...?

IC!Sheska: He and Al tried to stop the Gate. *sullen, nearly breaking down again*

Darren: *mmmmmm comfy wall mmmmm*

OOC!Roy: Clara ... Um. *crouches down beside her, speaking quietly* They were ... taken. B-by the - the Gate in the sky.

OOC!Scar: St-stupid sonofa bitch. *pinches the bridge of his nose*

IC!Alfons: ::eyes widen in shock::

OOC!Psiren: W-what?! *shock*
OOC!Psiren: *notices Darren getting kind of saggy* ...Jesus, Darren! *lets go of Mal and runs back over to Darren*

Darren: *eyes snap open, trying to ooze back up the wall* What? No, I'm fine! ..What?

OOC!Scar: *takes a deep breath, watching her go and trying to tell himself not to give up just yet*
OOC!Scar: *staggering to his feet* First-aid kit. *goes to look for it in the back room, the vinyl bits beneath his feet crunching*

IC!Alfons: ::so overwhelmed by everything, at this point, just sits back down again, looking a bit pale::

OOC!Psiren: You don't look so... you've lost blood.... *looking him over properly... finds a sizeable piece of metal support beam sticking out of his lower left back* Oh Jesus, Darren!

OOC!Roy: ... What is it? *goes over to look at Darren's injuries; pales when he sees how bad it is* Oh. Um. ... that's bad ...

Darren: No, no, I just lost some blood when that thing bit me, I think I'm just a little shaken up. There was an explosion, maybe I have a concussion or something.
Darren: *tries to see where she's looking* Is there something stuck to my back?

OOC!Scar: *comes back with the first-aid kit and nearly drops it when he sees the extent of the injuries; knows it will probably not be enough*

IC!Sheska:*can't bear to look*

OOC!Psiren: *hands shaking* Darren, oh God, DOES ANYONE HAVE ANY MEDICAL TRAINING?

IC!Sheska: I've read books about first aid.

Darren: ...You realize this isn't doing much for my peace of mind, right? *will not flip out will not flip out, why is everybody staring at his back*

IC!Alfons: ::for the record, not staring at his back, really doesn't want to see::

Darren: *for the record, appreciates that thanks, random blond kid*

OOC!Roy: *tears his eyes away and tried to put this tactfully* You - you've been m-more badly in-injured than you th-think ...

Zombies: *bangin' on the door~!*

OOC!Psiren: ...Darren... sit down, or something... there's a... a large piece of metal in your back. *completely pale*

OOC!Scar: *glances at the door uneasily* Roy...

Darren: ...................Um. Seriously? *realizes after saying this how dumb it sounded* Oh. Wow. *yeah, that sounded dumb, too*

Evil!Al: ::meanwhile, having epic zombie battles outside and loving it::

OOC!Roy: *argh, zombies!* ... *has no idea if he can explode them without taking out the door, too* ... Um, Alfons, wasn't it? I think transmuting w-weapons would be, um ... a - a good idea.

IC!Ran Fan: *partying with the zombies outside the door because it's the cool thing to do*

IC!Sheska: *eyeing the door* What do they want?

C!Envy: *leading War's horse on epic charges through the zombie hordes, tossing grenades as fast as he can conjure them and laughing hysterically*

IC!Alfons: Ja, sorry, right... ::just... what; gets up and avoids looking at this supposed big metal thing in Darren's back, instead finding weapon materials::

OOC!Psiren: Yes, seriously. Sit. Down. ...Sheska, what do you know? *already tearing more pieces off of her skirt*

OOC!Scar: We're all going to get eaten by zombies. *would be amused if it weren't so very very not funny*

OOC!Roy: *hears the explosions outside and tries to ignore them; picks one of Sheska's diagrams at random and, following Alfons' earlier example, draws it on his hand so that he can transmute things*

Darren: I'm fine standing, seriously. Uh. *looks around at everybody and really not enjoying being the sort-of center of attention*

OOC!Roy: *firmly* We are not going to be eaten by zombies.

IC!Sheska: Umm, *terribly on the spot right now, looking at the wound* Uh, that looks like it needs surgery. *wincing*

Darren: No, we probably are. *sits down hard suddenly without meaning to* Ouch.

BIG BOLD LETTERS: SUDDENLY, FOR APPROXIMATELY 20 SECONDS, GRAVITY REVERSES.

IC!Alfons: ::removes safety goggles from forehead, figuring if he ever gets home he can get more- AAAH CEILING HELLO::

IC!Sheska: Maybe we should keep the metal in there and apply pressure to keep the bleeding down so-
IC!Sheska: AHHHHHHH! *on ceiling*

OOC!Psiren: *finds herself on ceiling, suddenly* Ow!

IC!Alfons: ::KATHUNK BACK ON GROUND AGAIN:: ... Aaahm... Oh Gott... this... ::sits back up, startled beyond belief.

IC!Ran Fan: *takes the reversal of gravity with a shrug, what's a zombie gonna do?*

OOC!Scar: *goes tumbling up into the ceiling as well, banging his head rather hard on the wood and clutching it, hissing*

Evil!Al: ::laughs as he goes flying into the sky, finding it pretty awesome::

OOC!Psiren: What-? OW! *lands on ground again after 20 secs*

C!Envy: *wheeeeee upside-down horse!*

OOC!Scar: *hits his shin on the top of a shelf on the way down, yells and wishes he couldn't hear that lovely CRACK as it breaks*

Darren: *floats vaguely upwards for twenty seconds, it taking him about that long to realize what's going on, before crashing back onto the floor, thankfully not on his back* ...Again. Ow.

IC!Sheska: *was not designed for falling despite much practice, is bruised and cut*

IC!Gluttony: *leaves a small crater when he lands*

Many zombies outside: *HIT THE GROUND SPLAT SPLAT ICKY NOISES*

OOC!Psiren: ...Is everyone okay?!

C!Envy: *lands under the horse and doesn't enjoy it*

OOC!Roy: *gets thrown onto the ceiling along with everyone else, then back onto the floor after 20 seconds, gaining lots of nice bruises, but more worried about the nasty cracking sound he heard just then*

IC!Alfons: ::shaken, but hurriedly goes right back to transmuting a makeshift crossbow and several bolts, which is cool but not on a Tony Stark Built This In A Cave level::

Darren: *chokes and decides that this works well enough as a reply*

OOC!Scar: *doesn't answer one way or another, clenching his teeth furiously and breathing hard through his nose, clutching his leg*

IC!Ran Fan: *has managed to find a bed of zombie bodies to cushion her, decides now is a good time to knock on the door, less of a crowd*

OOC!Roy: *forgets about transmuting weapons when he sees the look on Mal's face; rushes over* ... Sheska, do you know anything about splinting broken bones ...?

IC!Sheska: Oww, *clutching her side* Did something break?

OOC!Psiren: *immediately back to Keeping Darren Alive* Okay I know we're not supposed to remove the metal, it'll just bleed more....

IC!Sheska: Ummmmmmmmmm, yes?

OOC!Scar: *shaking his head, are they really going to make him talk* Do him. 'mfine.

Darren: Wonderful. Seriously, Clara, it'll be fine. I can't even feel it. *make them stop staarrrriinnnnnng*

IC!Alfons: ::sets the crossbow aside and works on another one, using the last of the elastic from his goggles for the bowstring. The goggles, they do something, sob::

IC!Sheska: *uncertain uncertain someone tell me what to do...*

OOC!Psiren: We'll just bandage around it. Darren, shut up. *very pale, working on wrapping torn pieces of her dress around him*

OOC!Roy: *grits his teeth; really hates that they now have two injured people* ... OK. Darren first, then you.

Darren: Clara- *exasperated noise, trying to sit up straighter* Clara, seriously. *trying to get her attention away form his wound*

OOC!Roy: *wonders if using the records to make blades of some kind would work ...*

IC!Sheska: *goes to help Darren, is not confident with her hands but know the right procedure in general*

OOC!Scar: *decides that no, it really hurts far too much to stay conscious at the moment, and since no one seems to be looking... passes out*

OOC!Psiren: *ties the bandage as tight as she can, shoving bandages at Sheska* Do his shoulder. *grabs the front of his shirt and glares at him* You're not dying on me!

Darren: *watches Mal enviously and attempts to follow suit, just so he doesn't have to know what's going on* Clara, you're being awfully dramatic.

IC!Sheska: *doing as the woman says*

OOC!Psiren: And YOU'RE BLEEDING EVERYWHERE.

Darren: Do you have to yell? I'm right here. *opens an eye and gives her a half-amused look*

IC!Alfons: ::gets an idea! Finds old receipts, cardboard album covers, etc and makes a bunch of small paper balloons filled with hydrogen from the air:: Herr Mustang?

IC!Ran Fan: *hmm, no response, might was well let myself in, picks lock and starts shoving the door open, finding this kind of hard due to the whole no-lower-body-thing*

OOC!Roy: ... *frowns* What is that?

OOC!Psiren: *trying not to cry* Dammit, Darren, I'm worried about you!

IC!Sheska: *ZOMG it's a zombeh!*

Darren: *can't decide on a proper response to this, so grabs her by the front of her dress and kisses her fervently*

IC!Alfons: ::ohcrap:: Herr Mustang! ::shoves mini hydrogen balloons at him:: Use these to hold it off while I make more...

Famine: *is maybe a little late but then again, her horse is a bit malnourished; begins wandering the streets of central, looking on at the hoards of death with approval*

OOC!Psiren: Mmph-! *surprised for about half a second then kisses back in desperation*

IC!Ran Fan: *oh hey balloon man, how do you like shuriken, throw throw throw*

Darren: *...well that worked better than planned; keeps with the kissing*

OOC!Roy: ... *penny dropping moment* Ah! *grabs them, fumbling with his gloves*

IC!Alfons: ::tries to twist away but is shuriken'd in the shoulder; yelps in pain and grabs for one of the crossbows::

OOC!Roy: *oh, crap, zombie with weapons; throws one of the hydrogen balloons and ignites it as it gets near the door*

C!Envy: *back astride, slightly gooey from zombie pulp, but trotting contentedly around the carnage*

IC!Ran Fan: *kind of one handed zombie ninja flip, burnt but still coming*

OOC!Psiren: *WHY THE HELL NOT, THE WORLD IS ENDING, kisses back, oblivious to zombie battle*

Darren: *zombie battle WHAT ZOMBIE BATTLE?*

Famine: *making the zombies around her become emaciated and wither ... whoops*

IC!Alfons: ::ZOMBIE BATTLE! sob::

OOC!Roy: *throws another couple of hydrogen balloons, letting them get really close this time before he explodes them*

OOC!Scar: *comes back to, because damn those bombs are loud; vision swimming*

Evil!Al: ::sees withering zombies around some crazy horse person, wtf, let's throw some bombs over there, why not::

IC!Gluttony: *fighting zombies the only way he knows how... EATING THEM*

IC!Ran Fan: *gets a kunai off after getting blown up into pieces, alright, let's call it a draw*

IC!Alfons: ::crossbow bolt going for Ran Fan zombie's head now kthx::

Famine: *raises her sparse eyebrows at the explosions, coming plodding towards Evil!Al without pausing, skeletal and quiet*

C!Envy: *spots Famine and spurs his horse over, callin* A little late, aren't we?

OOC!Roy: *catches the kunai with his upper arm; clutches at it, yelping in pain*

Evil!Al: ::yeah, probably shouldn't have done that, shit- running now, does not want to be skeletonized::

Famine: *looks up belatedly, hollow-eyed* Eat me. *flips him off, not even seeming to notice it's a new War; heads after Al*

IC!Sheska: *in a panic* Vinyl records are make polyvinyl cloride. You can make decane with that, very explosive.

C!Envy: *the nerve!* Oh, excuse me. *rolls his eyes* The mortals are getting cheeky.

OOC!Psiren: *pulls back so she can breathe, clutching his shirt and looking dazed* ...Why didn't we do that sooner? *more than a bit breathless*

Famine: Mmhm. *plodding after him, unconcerned, she always catches up eventually*

Darren: ...I honestly have no idea. *breathing hard and grinning broadly, a little punchily*

OOC!Roy: *pulls the kunai out of his arm, breathing heavily* OK, Sheska. Um. Any ideas how to transmute that? *isn't a great alchemist, really, no*

OOC!Scar: *is incredibly stupid and trying to get to his feet, wanting to help in the fight but very pale underneath his darker skin*

C!Envy: *keeps pace with Famine, quietly enjoying the scenery*

IC!Alfons: Gott, you are right, I hadn't thought of that! ::does know how, little chem geek that he is, but needs to make some kind of safe container for it first::

Famine: *la la la watches the fruit trees along the street withering and the bodies of the dead rotting*

OOC!Roy: *notices Mal* Oh - Mal, no! Sheska, help me ... can we at least splint his leg? *ignoring the fact that he's bleeding, casting about for something to use as a splint*

Evil!Al: ::gets out chalk and sprints into an alley, stopping briefly to draw an array on the stone wall and slam his hand down onto it, building a fine wall between him and the horsemen::

Raziel: *meanwhile, in a slightly less chaotic part of downtown, stands around looking bored... glances at his "watch"*

IC!Sheska: You're asking me? *think think* Oh! *draws a diagram and hands it over* Convert the C2H3Cl1 into CH3(CH2)8CH3 but watch out for the leftover clorine gas maybe.

C!Envy: *conjuring grenades and explosives to toss every few feet before growing bored with that and letting his sword re-manifest, beheading anything that comes close enough*

IC!Alfons: We can use the chlorine too, but ja, be careful. ::going to work on this in a far corner so as to hopefully not kill everyone else in the shop on accident::

IC!Sheska: *oh yeah, Mal, rushing over* Umm, get some wood or treated cardboard.

OOC!Roy: *grabs some pieces of what was once a shelf* Will this do?

OOC!Psiren: *laughs slightly hysterically, sitting next to him and kissing him again, slightly less violently than before*

OOC!Scar: *shakes his head* 'm fine. G- lemme help. *wiping the sweat from his face, sets his tattooed arm heavily on a stack of records and feels his tattoo burn as they start to decompose into different materials*

IC!Sheska: *gesticulating inprecisely* Maybe something more stick like?

OOC!Roy: *stares at the dedtruction Mal's arm is causing* Uh. Mal? Can - can you s-stop that ...?

BIG BOLD LETTERS: HORDE OF LOCUSTS. THAT IS ALL.

IC!Sheska: Whoa, your arm is like a transmutation circle or something.

Darren: *much MUCH prefers this to that hysterical nonsense about his back; arms around her and returning the kisses, maybe a bit desperately*

OOC!Scar: *gritting his teeth to try and remain conscious, keeping his weight off his broken leg* Dunno. *looks over at Roy, red eyes a bit unfocused* 'm helping man.

Locusts: *start hitting the shuttered windows at high force, splat*

OOC!Roy: *stares at Mal, then smiles* ... Thanks. I think.
OOC!Roy: *not entirely sure what exactly it is that Mal's actually doing, but hey, at least he's trying to help*

Balthamos: *looks up suddenly, unbothered by the locusts, his face suddenly bright with happiness, smiling; flies up higher into the air*

C!Envy: *totally unfazed by the swarms of bugs as they all seem to want to bypass him, content in his bug-free bubble*

OOC!Psiren: *puts her arms around Darren carefully, still conscious of his wounds... has done what she can to bind them and knows they can't get to a doctor, so... kissing! it's as good a plan as any!*

OOC!Roy: *notices the locusts, and decides that Sheska can deal with Mal, explosives should probably be the priority; takes Sheska's piece of paper and some records slightly away from everyone else to transmute some decane*

Raziel: *also looks up, smiling, flying up to join Balth*

Balthamos: *biiiiiig smile!*

Darren: *glad for the distraction, as the shock seems to be wearing off and something in his lower back region is beginning to ache an sting uncomfortably, making him shift and fidget slightly*

IC!Sheska: Are you doing alright? We've met before right? *spliting*

OOC!Scar: *very shaky grin, shifts his balance to lean heavily on a shelf* ....Kissed you.

Jesus: *floats down from above, surrounded by a golden radiance, accompanied by trumpets and joyous angelic singing*

Balthamos: *flies to his side, beaming*

IC!Alfons: ::molds a few records into PVC storage containers, and connects a long tube upward with a collection unit to contain the chlorine, but is more concerned about holding onto the decane, and wow he needs a real lab for this::

OOC!Psiren: *still kissing, kind of bewildered... didn't know kissing could be so involved... reaches up tentatively and touches his hair?*

Evil!Al: ::hears trumpets? what? feels safe enough from zombies temporarily to investigate::

Famine: Oh damn. Look who it is. *rolls her eyes*

C!Envy: ...You're kidding me, right? That isn't actually..? *also looking up*

OOC!Roy: *pretty much following the same procedure as Alfons, but slower because he's not that great at much other than blowing stuff up*

Famine: Oh it's him alright. *pets her horse's skeletal neck*

Raziel: *takes his position on Jesus' other side, also beaming*

Jesus: *grins at his angels* 'Sup?

Darren: *clinging to the fabric of her dress probably harder than he means to, feeling himself start to shake and trying to cover it with Continued And Awesome Kissing Action*

OOC!Roy: *now has explosives! ... but isn't sure how he's going to transfer them to the zombie (and locust) hoardes without opening the door*

C!Envy: So uh, should we do something about it? *feels this is a perfectly reasonable option*

Famine: Nothing to do. *very resigned voice* It's all planned out, isn't it?

OOC!Psiren: *okay, notices that, pulls back a little* ...Darren?

OOC!Scar: *feeling a little less woozy from the pain, notices Clara making out with random impaled guy and does a double take*

C!Envy: Meh. I didn't really get any memos. *shrugs* So long as he doesn't get in our way, I guess.

Raziel: *covers a grin* The Plan proceedeth apace, my Lord.

Darren: *dangit!* Something wrong? *stoic! and manly! Darren is stoic and manly... haha he wishes*

Balthamos: *had been intending to grumble about how horrible humans are but it just doesn't seem appropriate now*

Evil!Al: ::sees Jesus and has no idea who he's supposed to be, just another of those fairies apparently::

Jesus: *nods solemnly, continuing to descend*

OOC!Psiren: *worried frown* You're shaking....

Darren: No I'm not. *lying liar*

OOC!Scar: *despite all the tragedy and the fact they are about to die is a little happy for Clara; is going to say something to Roy but then pauses, the sound of the locusts going away and something odd replacing it*

Jesus: *touches down gracefully, smoothing his shiny white robes*

OOC!Scar: ....Am I hearing things?

OOC!Roy: *hears the angelic trumpets and choir too* ... Uhm. I - I don't th-think so ...

OOC!Psiren: *sighs* Yes you are. *quick kiss* Are you in pain?

IC!Sheska: ... That doesn't sound like it's trying to kill us *hopeful*

OOC!Scar: *swallows, trying to walk towards the door but slips on some fallen records, yelping in surprise*

IC!Alfons: ::eventually has produced a large quantity of decane with which to demolish zombie hordes... suddenly coughing, though, because no ventilation and crap setup is not a good thing::

Darren: No, I'm fine. Seriously, I can't really feel it at all. I don't think it's as bad as you think. Really. *tries to resume kissing her with the dual purpose of distraction*

Raziel: *touches down next to him, folding his wings*

OOC!Roy: *grabs onto Mal's arm, trying to help keep him upright*

OOC!Scar: *shaky grin* Thanks man.

OOC!Roy: *smiles* It's all right.

Balthamos: *looks with distaste at some of the zombies stumbling around close by* We've uh... it's gotten a bit messy here. *very humbly*

IC!Alfons: ::emerges from corner of room with a jug of decane, and sets it near the door for ready use:: Herr Mustang, if they try to get in again, this is available now... ::picks crossbow back up, himself::

OOC!Roy: Thanks. *sets his own, rather pitiful container of decane next to the jug ... kind of hoping he's going to be able to control the explosion away from the shop and into the street instead*

OOC!Scar: It's like .... I'd almost think... *listening as hard as he can* Is that music?

OOC!Psiren: *lets him kiss her for a few seconds, then pulls back again, frowning* Darren.... *sighs, giving him another quick kiss* ...There's nothing I can do, is there. *rests her forehead against his*

IC!Sheska: *looks around to see if any record have mysteriously started playing themselves*

OOC!Roy: I can h-hear it, too. *frowns deeply* It makes no sense ... Not that any of this makes sense ...

OOC!Scar: *heading for the door, trying not to put any weight on his leg* C-can you hear it? The zombie's have stopped. *starts to push the shelf away from the door, weak from the pain but determined*

Darren: *sighs, bringing a hand up to run a thumb over her cheek gently* Clara, you're being awfully dramatic... *doesn't really want to look her in the eye*

OOC!Roy: No, Mal - let me. *shoos Mal away and pushes the shelf back*

IC!Sheska: *has totally figured it out* Wait, it must be... aliens!

OOC!Scar: *leans against the door, letting him do the hard work*

Jesus: Hmm, so I see. *grabs Raz's wrist and looks at his "watch"* ...Still time for a few miracles! *grins, rubbing his hands together and eyeing the Gate Baby army/Zombie Horde*

C!Envy: *contentedly riding down mainstreet on his Horse, passing nearby the record shop and pausing when he hears the activity within*

OOC!Scar: It is. It's music! *opens the door, hopeful - maybe the world isn't going to end! Maybe Ed managed to save them!*

IC!Alfons: ::peers out from behind him, crossbow at ready just in case::

C!Envy: *heey! live human! grins as a sawed-off shotgun manifests in his arms, letting off a few rounds into Mal*

OOC!Psiren: *closes her eyes, leaning into the carress* ..It's the end of the world, Darren. And you've got a post sticking out of you.

OOC!Scar: *eyes go wide; drops without a sound, knees folding under him*

OOC!Roy: *grabs Mal under the arms and hauls him back into the shop, already knowing that it's way too late*

IC!Alfons: ::ducks away from the door at the sound of the blast, then stares in horror once he remembers to open his eyes::

Darren: ...Alright, admittedly you have a point. *smiles wanly* I'm sort of really glad I can't see it.

OOC!Psiren: *ducks at LOUD GUNSHOTS* What happened?! *oh yeah, the rest of the world...*

C!Envy: ...Well that was anticlimactic. *tosses the gun away as it goes up in black smoke and wondering if anybody else is coming out*

OOC!Roy: *desperately trying to put pressure on Mal's wounds*

IC!Sheska: *hell no isn't going out thank you very much*

OOC!Scar: *coughs up blood, taking a few last rattling breaths and then going still*

Jesus: *spreads hands and sets the Gate Baby/Zombie Army on fire*

IC!Sheska: *runs over to Mal once the shock wears off a bit*

Evil!Al: ::keeping low, but heads toward the sound of gunfire, since that's new and different, while occasionally fighting off zombies, which is starting to get pretty old by now::
Evil!Al: ::HOLYSHIT FLAMING ZOMBIES::

Darren: *momentarily distracted, looking around* Did somebody get hit? What was that?

OOC!Psiren: MAL! *looks at Darren, then runs over to Mal* MAL!

OOC!Roy: ... No. No, that - that's not - this - this can't be happening ... *really trying not to cry right now*

Jesus: *watches as army burns to ashes in Holy Flames, looks pleased with himself*

Balthamos: *very impressed by all the holy fire, wonders how he can help*

Darren: *gets halfway to his feet before sitting back heavily, slumping into the wall heavily and shifting til he's slightly more comfortable, one arm reaching back, finally, tentatively getting the nerve to assess the damage*

OOC!Psiren: *trying to rouse dead!Mal, shaking him* Mal, no no no, Mal, no, wake up!

Raziel: Magnificent, my Lord. *is a suck-up*

OOC!Roy: *furiously rubs his eyes* Clara, he's gone. He's - Mal is g-gone. He's not going to w-wake up.

Darren: *watches Clara, really wishing he could make his body cooperate to get up and go comfort her, but instead finally locating the metal in his back* ...Awh crap.

OOC!Psiren: *feeling for Mal's pulse, tears streaming down her face*

OOC!Roy: *stands up and preets through the metal shutters on the window, checking to see if the crazy guy with the gun is still out there*

C!Envy: *is totally still there, but now has an M-16*

IC!Sheska: *withdrawn from the world*

OOC!Roy: ... *goes over to the door and stands behind it, then concentrates and snaps his fingers, sending an explosion Ren's way*

C!Envy: *promptly blown off his horse, falling onto the street hard and slowly picking himself up, snarling* Oh, that is IT, human. *M-16 turns into a rocket launcher and he stomps forward on foot toward Roy*

OOC!Psiren: *yeah, he's dead, cradling his head and crying, closing his eyes* Oh Mal... oh, my poor boy....

Jesus: *sees War, turns to angels* Stop him, please.

OOC!Roy: *hears footsteps coming their way, despite the explosion* ... Oh. *slams the door shut, and tries to drag the shelves back in front of it*

Balthamos: *springing to attention* Of course. *whips out his wings and his flaming sword, already swinging*

Darren: *watches Clara sadly, wishing he could do something, but feeling awkward as he didn't even know the dead guy; instead opts for quietly vomiting blood all over the floor in front of himself*

C!Envy: *flips some buttons on the rocket launcher, grinning menacingly and shouldering it*

Raziel: Yes Lord! *oh look, wings and flaming sword, flies to intercept, lets Balth go on offensive since he seems to enjoy it so much*

OOC!Roy: Um. I think - I think we should all, um, get away from the door ...

Balthamos: *is quicker than he looks, gets up close to Ren and slices the rocket launcher in half with his burning sword of justice*