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Post by boogieknight on Jan 4, 2007 14:37:02 GMT -5
Boogie couldn't help but be a little repulsed by the stench that crashed into him like a tidal wave. He hears the shuffle of undead feet as the zombies poured in. Given the state that they were in, he was a little surprised that the smell hadn't overtaken the castle. The young boy who appeared with them, however, seemed to take no notice of the smell.
Boogie was compelled to ask, "Young man, I do not know if the methods of preservation would interfere with your ability to keep them moving. However, I would recommend that you give them a string of air freshners to wear around their necks. Or at least wash them once in a while... with a pressure washer."
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Post by chibizmut on Jan 4, 2007 17:07:48 GMT -5
" Zombies, great...." Zmut finished off what was on his plate, his tounge sliding out of his mouth and wiping whatever was left on his face. Slipping it back it, Zmut looked around him to see the zombies had gone after the food that was left. Disgusted by the way that the zombies ate, and by they're very smell for that matter, he kept in the urge to vomit.
" They smell like crap, probably made out of some too." He wondered why a man would want zombies, of all things, as his 'friends'. Well, maybe he was being to harsh on them because they were made out of body parts of various corpses. He was sure they were alright, in they're own way. reaching out and petting one of the zombie that was near him, he had to admit that they were being pretty well manner. Of course, all thoughts reating to this stopped when he felt something on his hand . "I think it just bit me......"
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Post by boogieknight on Jan 4, 2007 22:22:03 GMT -5
"You probably just got in between bones. I imagine some flesh is so rotted you can press through with little effort. You probably shouldn't touch them if you don't have to," Boogie advised.
Zombies were easy to make in great number, so even if they were weak one could be a formidable demon if one had a large enough army. Then again, with demons of certain levels it didn't matter how many foes were thrown at them. But, ultimately one had to have a strong stomach or defective senses in order to handle such a large group of living dead.
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Post by Mr Sinister on Jan 5, 2007 17:51:07 GMT -5
Armand looked at the zombies with disgust in a way, though they probably couldnt help they way the eat. In his opinion they should have stayed dead, he got up and walked to the window getting away from the smell looking at the night sky, the moon was clear and radiant. He smiled showing his fangs, he heard what the mage had said.
"I for one wouldnt touch them either, after all there just a lifeless decaying body." he said
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Post by boogieknight on Jan 5, 2007 20:30:43 GMT -5
Boogie adds, "Watch out for the ones with things growing out of them in particular. Honestly, I have to ask if these creatures were made from the leftovers that even vultures wouldn't touch."
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Post by fatima on Jan 5, 2007 23:23:58 GMT -5
It was a strange smell... sweetblood ice cream, along with the odor of the dead. Still, there were normal sundaes in long goblets along with the red, creamy looking stuff. The vampires on the guest list would be pleased!
Her bats held the tray for a moment as she re-opened a window behind the zombies, hoping the wind wouldn't shift too much. In a moment, she held her tray again with a sweet smile, placing it in the middle of the table and arranging it for her guests.
"The rest is sweetblood, so those who have a concious, please don't mistake that for strawberry. Vanilla and chocolate sauce for everyon else!"
After the sundae goblets were set, she took plates from those who were finished eating, looking at one of the zombies who started to eat the plate as well.
"Ahhh... Aramis, my friend, get some better brains on that one. If I have to serve with the good china, he could be problematic." Emily replied with an anime sweatdrop going down her brow.
Looking around at her guests, she wondered if they might be able to help on his quest.
"So sorry. He's been hurting to get some better parts for his zombies, but the prey here doesn't appear to be working as well as I thought it might. They may be better preserved, but he has been itching to create a masterpiece... maybe you can help us..."
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Post by Zombie Jeff on Jan 6, 2007 2:24:42 GMT -5
Aramis hadn't paid much attention to the peoples coments, he was to bussy being cold. He had spent most of his life in the vacant, super heated, expanses of salamanders breath, so he was shivering uncontrollably. When he finaly aclimated, he realized all the places his zombies had wandered.
"Sorry, manners are a hard part to find in the neatherworld."
He had enough experice to know how to shoo the zombies. He walked back to where the cokatrace bodies had been placed, and pulled out the brain of the mostly eaten one with his bare hands and a few cutting tools he kept with him. He then proceded to the door with brains in hand, whistled loudly, then threw the brain outside.
Sure enough all the zombies cashed blindly after it. Well, almost all of them... the "smart zombie" was still standing at the table, having eaten an mostly discarded platefull. He had managed to work his way into a chair, but couldn't get out in time to chase the brain.
"Ahh, he thinks he's people." said Aramis sarcasticly wrestling the zombie out of his seat. The zombie was contentedly trying to lick the brain juice off of Aramis's hand
"I hope you don't mind, this one is an odd undead duck. And he dosen't smell to bad either." Indeed, the zombie smelled unaturaly like fresh baked cinamon rolls.
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Post by fatima on Jan 6, 2007 11:36:34 GMT -5
"Hmmm... while we're at it, getting you some fur for a coat" Emily added. "Poor thing..."
She took a moment to go to the closet where the capes were and meandered over with a red cloak over her shoulder. Knowing his height, she folded the bottom in half first before putting it over his shoulders.
"There we are, Aramis. Is that better?"
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Post by chibizmut on Jan 6, 2007 13:03:53 GMT -5
Zmut pulled his hand back, reaching over to get a napkin and wipping the 'stuff' from it off his hand. Looking over at the zombie he was petting earlier, he could ahve sworn it was smiling at him. Scooting his chair a little bit further away from the zombie, Zmut turned his attention towards Emily.
" You said something about making a masterpiece? " He was interested, hell, Zmut may be able to get something out of this. What that was, good or bad, he didn't know. Not like he had anything else to do...at the moment. " So, what do you need help with?"
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Post by boogieknight on Jan 6, 2007 19:22:01 GMT -5
Boogie sat down and pondered about this young man's ambition. Being undead, a zombie could be reassembled if it was torn apart. Like a machine, if a part was destroyed it could merely be replaced and it would function good as new. However, one problem remained.
Boogie thought outloud, "A masterpiece zombie, eh? Sounds ambitious I must say. Finding suitable parts is one matter, but even then that effort would be for nought if the parts rot away. The key to making a perfect zombie is to preserve the parts indefinitely. Also, making parts that have been dead for many years suitable would be helpful. That way, you have the best variety of parts to work with from both the great demons of the past as well as the present. Do tell, have there been any demons who you had your eye on for parts?"
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