[ So... all of this is pretty creepy. And not that Mark has ever undervalued the ability to fly, but right now — looking down at all of these zombies, there are so many of them — he's really, really thankful he can do that.
And feeling a lot less great that most of his companions here can't fly, but that's where he comes in, right? Right.
So Mark is kind of scouting and doing patrol both, not so high that his bracelet burns him, but not so low that any zombies can reach out and grab him. But when a stray one manages to slip in behind someone he'll be right there to swoop in and scoop you up to safety. ]
Whoa! Close one, huh?
[ Accompanied by a nervous laugh, like it's now really setting in on him just how dangerous this is, but he's still trying to keep the mood light. ]
ii. hospital (post-infection)
[ Dr. Bei was a person. She may be a zombie now, but she was a person. A person who had the hope and ingenuity to try to find a cure, and who put her trust in him — in all of them — to see it through. And any of the zombies here could be just like her, every single one of them deserving a chance to go back to their normal lives.
And right now, with the spot where his neck and shoulder meet burning and in incredible pain, Mark just doesn't. fucking. care.
He hasn't picked up any weapons in their time here so far. He's a superhero, he's Invincible, he doesn't need one. But here he's got an IV pole in hand, wielding it with enough force to take a zombie's head off, impale them — whatever. It doesn't matter. He's clearing a path for whoever's with him.
It's fine. It's fine. They'll get what they need and then they'll all get out of there and it will be fine. ]
iii. rendezvous
[ He just... he needs a bit of space.
Not long after they reach the park a bandaged Mark quietly slips away. Not far, just out to the start of the wooded area. For a moment he stands there, staring. Then he sits, holding his knees to his chest. And at some point maybe he buries his head into it.
Now that he's off autopilot, no longer smashing through zombies and keenly aware of the pain from his wound, he has too many thoughts — and some of them he's maybe inadvertently saying out loud. ]
a. You're a Viltrumite, right? [ Pause. Swallow. ] You'll bounce back from this; you bounce back from everything. When's the last time you even got sick? This isn't... Yeah, you'll feel crappy for a few days, but it's fine. You'll get better. [ ... ] You always get better.
b. Come on, Mark Grayson. You can't let them down right now... You can't let any of them down.
c. [ Much quieter: ] How many of them did I kill back there...
[ It might be kind of uncomfortable if your bracelet got stuck to that of an infected guy who is showing signs of fever and is maybe not all here at the moment, wouldn't it? ]
iv. wildcard
[ hey hey! i'm down for pretty much whatever, but over the coming weeks(/month?) looking to play with mark turning slowly with ramping aggression in particular, to the point that he realizes this isn't sustainable and has to ask somebody to put him down, because nobody needs a flying zombie out here. let's work to make things as painful as possible so we can strike when the vibes are right!! ]
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[ So... all of this is pretty creepy. And not that Mark has ever undervalued the ability to fly, but right now — looking down at all of these zombies, there are so many of them — he's really, really thankful he can do that.
And feeling a lot less great that most of his companions here can't fly, but that's where he comes in, right? Right.
So Mark is kind of scouting and doing patrol both, not so high that his bracelet burns him, but not so low that any zombies can reach out and grab him. But when a stray one manages to slip in behind someone he'll be right there to swoop in and scoop you up to safety. ]
Whoa! Close one, huh?
[ Accompanied by a nervous laugh, like it's now really setting in on him just how dangerous this is, but he's still trying to keep the mood light. ]
ii. hospital (post-infection)
[ Dr. Bei was a person. She may be a zombie now, but she was a person. A person who had the hope and ingenuity to try to find a cure, and who put her trust in him — in all of them — to see it through. And any of the zombies here could be just like her, every single one of them deserving a chance to go back to their normal lives.
And right now, with the spot where his neck and shoulder meet burning and in incredible pain, Mark just doesn't. fucking. care.
He hasn't picked up any weapons in their time here so far. He's a superhero, he's Invincible, he doesn't need one. But here he's got an IV pole in hand, wielding it with enough force to take a zombie's head off, impale them — whatever. It doesn't matter. He's clearing a path for whoever's with him.
It's fine. It's fine. They'll get what they need and then they'll all get out of there and it will be fine. ]
iii. rendezvous
[ He just... he needs a bit of space.
Not long after they reach the park a bandaged Mark quietly slips away. Not far, just out to the start of the wooded area. For a moment he stands there, staring. Then he sits, holding his knees to his chest. And at some point maybe he buries his head into it.
Now that he's off autopilot, no longer smashing through zombies and keenly aware of the pain from his wound, he has too many thoughts — and some of them he's maybe inadvertently saying out loud. ][ It might be kind of uncomfortable if your bracelet got stuck to that of an infected guy who is showing signs of fever and is maybe not all here at the moment, wouldn't it? ]
iv. wildcard
[ hey hey! i'm down for pretty much whatever, but over the coming weeks(/month?) looking to play with mark turning slowly with ramping aggression in particular, to the point that he realizes this isn't sustainable and has to ask somebody to put him down, because nobody needs a flying zombie out here. let's work to make things as painful as possible so we can strike when the vibes are right!! ]