test drive meme: pre-game opening #1

[jumpscare]

___test drive meme: dead weight edition. Step 1 → Post with the character and journal you're wanting to play. Leave the message blank with your Character's Name | Character's Canon. Step 2 → Other people respond to your thread! Fight zombies, deal with the "fictional character" news, whatever you please. Step 3 → ??? Step 4 → PROFIT! Step 5 → Spread the word! Bring a friend! Make a random announcement on D_M! Get this post to crack the hundreds! It doesn't matter if you end up apping or not! This is a place of fun and meeting new people before the waiting!

Text somewhat shamelessly stolen from assguardians.

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[antivillain]

[Falls seamlessly into place back to back with her, continuing to fire (bullets, not arrows, not until he knows where to put one to make it kill) into the horde as he comments,]

So which Eastern European codename shall we give this?

[ex_spins462]

[ Her hand tighter on the gun than it perhaps needs to be, Natasha very-nearly-almost smiles, not that he can see. But perhaps he can hear it in her voice. ]

I'd think Haiti would be more apt. Cover my four o'clock.

[ Even as she warns him, she's pulling out more ammunition, reloading one gun as the other keeps firing into the undead with wet smacks. ]

Getting low.

[antivillain]

[He twists around her and fires at his eight (her four)—]

Delmas, then? Never wanted to go there.

[—giving her access to his utility belt in doing so.]

Take mine. I'm getting sick of bullets.

[ex_spins462]

[ Firing blind for a moment, which she isn't quite as good at as he is, Natasha slides her hand along the belt, impersonal despite the intimacy of where her fingers drag... and then unclips the pouch of rounds and moves them over to her own. It's kind of flattering, in its own way. Were he someone else, she'd probably just take the whole thing. ]

[ Her distraction has let the undead press closer, and she focusses cluster fire to press them back, the fallen zombies acting as further impediment to those left behind. But there's so many, and they don't seem to be thinning out. But her face reflects no worry, her tone as cool as ever. ]

Since we're fictional and all, I don't suppose someone wants to write us up a helicopter.

[antivillain]

Yeah, I decided I'm gonna be late reading that memo.

[Ducks so she can fire over his head, then pops back up behind her so they've switched places, and he empties a clip before dropping the gun and reaching for his bow.]

But higher ground is still a good idea. [Not just 'cause he likes it.] Might be able to get us to another building. If another would be an improvement.

[ex_spins462]

[ Natasha rolls with the punches — or gunshots, in this case — and she's willing to slide around to fire over his twitching corpsepile, motions as smooth as if she's dancing. ]

Anything's better than this.

[ It's not actually the dire straits that gets to her. She's been in tighter spots than this, and those are the places where she lives. It's not that she's always gonna be more suited to espionage than a full-on long-haul firefight, because she's smart and skilled, she can improvise. No, the reason Natasha can see the cliff-edge of losing her cool rapidly approaching is because the fuckers don't always stay down. A headshot puts them out, but even if she takes out their frontal cortex ninety percent of the time, that's nine point nine percent who take mortal wounds and keep on shuffling. ]

[ She doesn't like it. She doesn't like anything she thinks she can't keep down. For all they know, the ones with the head wounds are just having a nap. ]

They're thinning out on the left side.

[ Probably because the zombies have to navigate the maze of buildings, while their right is open. But that poses the same problem for them; if they take the alleys, there's more risk of being ambushed. Can creatures like this even stage an ambush? She needs more data. ]

I could really use a cluster bomb right now!

[antivillain]

Yes'm.

[Snaps out the bow, hits a button on the quiver, grabs the prepared arrow, knocks, draws, aims, and fires, all within seconds.

The arrow sails into her mob of zombies, seeming to miss all of them—but once it gets to the far side, it explodes.

Clint ducks and covers, knowing Tasha can do it for herself far better than if he tried to help. While they're still down, a second before he hops back up to fire a normal arrow in the opposite direction, he comments,]

You know I love when you give me orders.

[And after a few more rounds with the zombie horde,]

I've only got one of those left. But I think the ceiling's asking for it. Ready for a grappler ride?

[ooc: It's my one tactical move… ;-) You know I have to hiatus now, so let me know if you want to continue this or not when I get back; and either way, YAY for getting to voicetest together and ILU!]