Grimms’s Heroes - A Roleplay [REBOOT, PRIVATE]

(it's the only weapon I could think of lmao)

Oliver tried to find a target, though everything looked like blurred figures in the smoke. Using knives would be too difficult. Instead, he reached for a few small, circular metal spheres from his pocket and threw it at a figure or two. Once it hit the ground, the metal exploded into wisps of blue and white smoke while Oliver grinned in satisfaction. He had made them with hooka, the same thing in his cigarettes and his father's as well, which would most likely make these figures drowsy. With this, Oliver could hit a few of the creatures at a time, though…only had about two left.

Rotting hands behind to push out of the ground around you slow your followed by decaying bodies as the undead pulled themselves from the ground.

Oliver frowned as he stepped away from a rotting hand that tried to grab at his ankle, though he realized that they were surrounded. "Anyone know how to get out of the graveyard…without dying?" He asked, looking towards the others as he threw yet another of the small, metal bombs at a group of undead.

Theta chopped off the head of an undead, then frowned as the blade of her jagged knife broke off. "Goddammit." She chucked the rest of the knife right into the face of a zombie, then turned away. "Hey, does anyone have a weapon I can use? The shapeshifting spell took too much rune energy out of me!"

"You'd defile not only the graves of the dead, but also their memory as well. It's absolutely despicable." Madelyn could feel her anger growing. The same kind of anger that lead to breaks in her sanity. The smile started to curl at the corners of her mouth.

Oliver frowned, an unusual look crossing his face as he saw the odd smile Madelyn had. Was she alright? Instead, he tossed one of his knives towards Theta, deciding that she could use it for protection.

Only Madelyn can hear their faint moans of “ help me” and free us, please” escape their mouths as they desperately try to pull themselves from the earth and their cries of agony as they are chopped apart by theta.

"They're restless," Theta said, turning to Madelyn. "Look, I'm really not good at social contact, but if I was ever turned into a zombie, I'd want to be killed quickly before my loved ones would have any chance to see me. Maybe it's different for you, but I think the best thing we can do for them is put them back to sleep. We can re-bury them later."

"Just stop!" Madelyn shouted jumping between a blade and one of the undead. "They aren't soulless conjurations, They aren't zombies. They are undead, they are thinking beings. You should not chop them up like that and who ever the hell has pulled these souls from their rest best let them return or you will know on peace before you draw your final breath." Most people did not have the experience with torchere that Madelyn had and she knew that.

Theta bit her lip in frustration. "… Fine. I'm sorry." She leapt back instead, using self-defense to guard herself instead of attacking maneuvers. "So what should we do?"

"Can we get out of here somehow?" Oliver asked, glancing over his shoulder as he looked for a way out of the graveyard. There seemed to be a foggy forest towards their right, and though it seemed a bit unsafe, it was there best choice. Quinn had gone in there, and she seemed to know the forests well…so if they found her, maybe they could get somewhere safer.

“If you’re good at dodging slow moving creatures, I suppose a bit of hopscotch could get you out of here,” Reyna said, nodding towards the forest, down a row of graves. She kicked out a hand nearing her ankle, foot sinking into the rotting flesh. “Ew,” she mumbled.

A new figure appears in the fog rushing quickly to one of the zombies, touching its forehead and it fell still, falling into his arms.

(ooh thanatos is here!!)

(Oh

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(ooh thanatos is here!!)

//awwww yeah!

Gently he lays the body down and continues this process traveling from zombie to zombie until they have all collapsed, then, continueing to ignore the group he moves towards the few zombies that theta had killed, appearing distressed enraged and saddened all at once, a flicker of flame in his ebony hair.

“Who did this” he growls, his voice is filled with a threatening rage that spreads through the silence of the graveyard. He leans down to pick up the head of one of the decapitated bodies, inspecting it and setting it gently back down on its counterpart.

Theta clenched her teeth to keep them from chattering. She stepped forward, burying her hands in the folds of her skirt. "It was I."

Madelyn trains that gun on the new comer, "Mind explaining how you knew how to do that." Her eyes held a cold calculated anger, "Did you raise these souls?"

Spinning on theta he rushed to her grabbing her throat tightly. His hands feel unnaturally cold to the touch as if there is no life left within. “ Do you know what you’ve done!” He spat pulling her close to his face and glaring at her through his unnerving black eyes.

//…um
what
like I get y’all have kind characters who treat the dead well but uh
could we tone it down maybe a little?

((Who'd ya grab?))
((And in Madelyn's defense she's been preaching respect for the dead for like the last hour and then someone quite literally does one of the worst thing imaginable based on her beliefs– raises the dead. Madelyn is also technically crazy, is under extreme stress, has PTSD, a gun, and wants answers.)) ((In the situation can you really blame her for pointing a gun (she know will miss at almost any range) at someone she is currently perceiving as a threat?))

//no, Maddie’s fine atm
I mean, a little extra for me but some characters are like that and that’s what makes them good
I just mean Thanatos’s whole grabbing theta thing

((Oh… ok… I though this was addressing the whole group over all.))((Yeah extra come with the territory right now, but she can be calmed down easily enough, once the moment passes and she can clear her head.))

Spinning on theta he rushed to her grabbing her throat tightly. His hands feel unnaturally cold to the touch as if there is no life left within. “ Do you know what you’ve done!” He spat pulling her close to his face and glaring at her through his unnerving black eyes.

Theta automatically bared her teeth, digging her sharp nails into his hands. "Well, I'm sorry if I didn't want to be sent to a watery grave before doing some dumb shit!"

“Excuse me?” Reyna hissed, stepping up to them. The knives were raised slightly. “Shouldn’t we be asking you that, Sir I-Can-Control-The-Zombies?”

((Who'd ya grab?))
((And in Madelyn's defense she's been preaching respect for the dead for like the last hour and then someone quite literally does one of the worst thing imaginable based on her beliefs– raises the dead. Madelyn is also technically crazy, is under extreme stress, has PTSD, a gun, and wants answers.)) ((In the situation can you really blame her for pointing a gun (she know will miss at almost any range) at someone she is currently perceiving as a threat?))

// he grabbed theta not Maddie

“ You killed him you know” he mutters, losing some of the ferocity from before. “You wiped his soul from existence, he can never return to the underworld now”

Theta froze, her hands falling loose at her sides. "I did what? No, but that doesn't make sense, if they were buried with the proper offerings, then they will be turned into sea foam and lifted up to heaven- oh. You are mortals. Oh. You are mortals-"