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What do vegan zombies eat?
WHO: Leo and YOU
WHERE: all around Temba
WHAT: zombie invasion
WHEN: zombie invasion
WARNINGS: zombie invasion (...likely some gore and violence)
A: Early Invasion
In a way, Leo is almost... relieved. Okay, so that's a weird thing to feel when there are literally undead monsters walking around, but the thing is, zombies are a simple problem. He doesn't have to worry about zombies betraying him, or debating him about innocent until proven guilty, or any other moral quandaries. Zombies want brains. Leo doesn't want his brain to get eaten. This math is simple.
And while it's more than a little disconcerting now to be suddenly cut off from his powers, it doesn't slow down Leo that much. Well, maybe in the literal sense, now that he can no longer teleport, but for actual fighting, Leo has always depended more on his swords and his martial arts than his magic. So cutting zombies down isn't really an issue for him, especially when they're the slow, shambling kind.
It is, however, pretty gross. Leo cringes as he brushes some rotting flesh bits off his arm.
He's here because he heard someone calling for help, or because he saw someone fighting the good fight. Either way, he's here to help!
(And also look for Donnie, because of course they got separated again. But hey, kill two birds with one stone!)
"Need a little help?" he calls out, approaching. "These guys are a little too awake, huh? Never heard that phrase about sleeping when your dead."
B: Late Invasion (cw: tied up zombie brother)
Leo shouldn't be out here. He should be sheltering in the mines, like everyone else.
But here he is, moving with ninja speed and stealth toward one of the abandoned houses. He has a rope slung over his shoulder, and casts furtive glances around to see if he's being followed.
He's pretty good at catching when he is being followed, but with all these zombies around, it's possible to avoid his detection and see what he's up to.
Which is, admittedly, pretty suspicious. What is he doing?
WHERE: all around Temba
WHAT: zombie invasion
WHEN: zombie invasion
WARNINGS: zombie invasion (...likely some gore and violence)
A: Early Invasion
In a way, Leo is almost... relieved. Okay, so that's a weird thing to feel when there are literally undead monsters walking around, but the thing is, zombies are a simple problem. He doesn't have to worry about zombies betraying him, or debating him about innocent until proven guilty, or any other moral quandaries. Zombies want brains. Leo doesn't want his brain to get eaten. This math is simple.
And while it's more than a little disconcerting now to be suddenly cut off from his powers, it doesn't slow down Leo that much. Well, maybe in the literal sense, now that he can no longer teleport, but for actual fighting, Leo has always depended more on his swords and his martial arts than his magic. So cutting zombies down isn't really an issue for him, especially when they're the slow, shambling kind.
It is, however, pretty gross. Leo cringes as he brushes some rotting flesh bits off his arm.
He's here because he heard someone calling for help, or because he saw someone fighting the good fight. Either way, he's here to help!
(And also look for Donnie, because of course they got separated again. But hey, kill two birds with one stone!)
"Need a little help?" he calls out, approaching. "These guys are a little too awake, huh? Never heard that phrase about sleeping when your dead."
B: Late Invasion (cw: tied up zombie brother)
Leo shouldn't be out here. He should be sheltering in the mines, like everyone else.
But here he is, moving with ninja speed and stealth toward one of the abandoned houses. He has a rope slung over his shoulder, and casts furtive glances around to see if he's being followed.
He's pretty good at catching when he is being followed, but with all these zombies around, it's possible to avoid his detection and see what he's up to.
Which is, admittedly, pretty suspicious. What is he doing?
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"How long do you plan on keeping him here?" he asks.
Part of him thinks it's actually not necessarily a bad idea to confine a zombie and observe it. They need knowledge in this situation. But he is highly doubtful that leaving it to a teenager is the best option.
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"Why does it matter to you?" he asks.
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"Who even are you? You're giving me advice and dragging my brother into this like you know us."
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But that still doesn't mean he's ready to let his guard down.
"...Lots of people here say that," says Leo. "They're protectors or superheroes or whatever. Fat lot of good it's done."
He doesn't just mean the recent attacks. It's a lot of things.
"Patrolling is cool and all, but word of advice, dropping out of the sky and scaring people won't make them trust you." He looks Sephiroth up and down. "Maybe get a less scary haircut and clothes that don't look like you're part of some emo screamo band."
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A smirk. "The hair and clothes stay. Your other advice will be taken into consideration. But what do you suggest? If I fly over them and don't land, that might scare them too." He feels landing is the better option, of the two.
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"Walk on your feet like a normal person."
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He can't deny he likes the dramatic approach. He's dropped down in front of Sora and Cloud more than once back home. But if that approach is wrong for here, he is willing to consider alternatives. Anything that might help him get more cooperation.
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He's staying alert as they walk, hoping they'll get back before any more zombies come out at them.
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"What about you? Who are you buddying with?"
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"Shaw. And Cayde."
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He's looking to find out what everyone thinks of each other and to try to figure out who really is trustworthy.
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