Position Vacant: Soul Reaping, Part time.(IC: ON HIATUS)

[Atlannia]

Sunset Gates, 166 Hermon Rd. Midnight.

Please direct all applications and enquiries to the OOC

Well you found the place.

Despite only having been here once before and having to find it again in the dark you somehow had no trouble at all making your way back to the strange cafe known as Sinner's Rest and frankly you're grateful, it's damn cold out tonight.

The moon is bright and close to full tonight but that obviously provides no additional warmth so, your breath misting in front of you hurry up to the door and knock, standing on the stoop rubbing your hands together impatiently. When no one answers you try pushing the door open and find, to your surprise, that it swings open effortlessly.

The place looks pretty much the same as it did earlier today, sophisticated, oddly tranquil, dark. Weirdly it almost seems brighter when lit by the moon then it did during the day, maybe not brighter exactly but more alive somehow.

Just like last time the place appears deserted. It is deserted, you confirm after looking around very carefully. You wonder what sort of business owner would leave their shop unlocked and unattended at midnight but then again, after your harrowing interview you realise that you would probably just feel sorry for anyone who tried to rob this place.

They would have no idea what they were getting into.

A quick visual scan keys you in that the only difference from the last time you were here is a set of silver trays carrying mugs. While during your interview coffee was the only drink on offer this time this time there's also a pot of tea and a pitcher filled with something smells like hot chocolate, there's also cubes of sugar, milk and even small, delicate looking marshmallows to add. Evidently not everyone hired turned out to be a coffee drinker.

It's not that much warmer inside than it was outside so you hurry over and serve yourself something hot to drink before settling down in some of the modern, leather furniture, awaiting the arrival of your fellow...employees?.. Reapers? You're not quite sure what to call them, if they're anything like the woman that hired you working alongside them is going to be...interesting.

Well that's not quite accurate, you're pretty sure working here is going to be interesting no matter what.

[Yytuskia]

I quickly sat down at the booth farthest away from the entrance, and sat my messenger bag down next to me with my jacket. So this is it, huh? Still a rather odd place however, and no one has shown yet. Can't believe I'm the only one who applied. It'd be weird.

Silently tugging on my shirt cuffs, I leaned back and began to wait. I was a tad bit early after all.

[Imperial Northern States]

Yriel entered smoothly, in the same attire as the previous night, this time clutching his fencing bag, within it contained his épée and foil. Although technically harmless in their current state, an épée can kill, and a foil is fucking painful.
He walks over to where the drinks are held, taking a mug of coffee, black, drinking some, not noticing the person in the corner.

[Yytuskia]

I luaghed silently at the teen enter with the fencing foil and sword. Cute. Obviously upper class. Still. An ally. For now.

[Faal Lot Himdah]

Alek "Chrono" Spring

"Ah.... Hot chocolate.... Haven't had this in a long time...." Chrono said as he got his mug of what looked like hot chocolate. He then went to the first chair he could find, and sat down, his legs over one arm rest, and his back leaning against the other. He sipped the hot chocolate slowly, looking around.

---

Ajax Lysander

Ajax got himself a mug of tea, and sat down across from Chrono. He took a sip of the tea, Good.... But I've tasted better, he thought as he waited.

[The Flame Dawn]

Fayus Porelore

Fayus gave a sigh of relief as she saw the cafe in the distance. She usually loitered near St. Benedict's Church since they offered food for the homeless, which she hated to admit she was, and had to walk on foot the entire way to the cafe. Today was one of those days she hated to be poor since she couldn't afford the bus fare and when she got her first paycheck she would use it to pay for the bus fare and take a bus to the Church.

As she walked in she took notice of the 3 others already inside of the cafe. one looked like a kid who got lost on the way home from fencing practice and the other 2 looked like regular cafe patrons. She wanted to think her future job was a joke but as she remembered the events of her last time in the cafe she knew it wasn't.

She didn't want to interact with the other patrons in the cafe so she decided to take a seat at the bar. "I hope I can have a tab here," Fayus muttered to herself as she looked through a nearby drink menu.

[Yytuskia]

I smiled as another three entered the cafe, leaning back in my booth. Good. Not a hoax it seems then. Very good. But honestly, reaping? Must be a mistranslation or something. Possibly. But still, a job's a job. Hopefully pays good.

My pocket buzzes, and I quietly retrieve my phone. Message from Chico. Needs me too do a run tomorrow at the latest, for the Omertas. Just beautiful. Still haven't broken it to his sister about me leaving the work. She'll have a fit.

[Saleon]

Asha stared at the nighttime view of the walls in her house. The clock ticked tocked about as the dry, cold room as it. The place lacked life, and presence. It was maintained and keeped pristine by a number of butlers and maids. Asha had kept the TV on as her only comfort, but the electric recreation of an active, happy family had always felt robotic. She only ever stayed up this late when she had something to do, a small bar off the side to play for, her friends by her side as she played either a somber tune, a sad tune, a rambunctious tune, a violent tune. Today she had only to wait to midnight.

Tick.

Tock.

Tick.

Tock. Soon the second hand found its way around the circle. A full circle. the clock struck 12 the moondrops burst out at her from her hiding place. She could hear the old tone of an old grandfather clock. The moonlight peeked out from the shades. She had fallen asleep from the wait, and the clock woke her up. She shambled out the door, carrying out only what she needed, though she hadn't needed much. The place had been just within reach to walk, and so she did.

She had her earphones in, listening to a number of tunes. Soon she came to one that seemed so fitting, "Then the door was open and the wind appeared; The candles blew then disappeared; The curtains flew then he appeared... saying don't be afraid; Come on baby... and she had no fear; And she ran to him... then they started to fly; They looked backward and said goodbye... she had become like they are; She had taken his hand...; she had become like they are; Come on baby... don't fear the reaper." The band she loved to listen to every now and then, but it seemed to seem half true about this. Am I really walking into a cult? or is this actually a thing? The undead zombie seemed to to point to it being real, but it seemed so real that it couldn't be believed. What was all of this?

And then she walked back to the odd cafe, with the dark atmosphere, the tranquil feel, and the odd painting with red and black. She picked up a small mug from the tray, and smelled the bitter scent of the coffee. The hazelnut invaded her senses, bringing back the final piece of this odd, odd cafe. Reapers make good coffee. She moved to one of the booths on the side, and relaxed as everyone puddled in.

[Shadowwell]

A large athletic looking teen pushed open the door to the cafe and entered. After Logan entered he went to the area where the drinks were and poured some coffee in a cup. He then filled it the rest of the way with what he hoped was Hot chocolate, and topped it off with some marshmallows. He then moved to a position that allowed him to view all entrances into the room, he then sat and started to drink his concoction. He saw that there appeared to be atleast 6 other people here, but considering how his interview was he wasnt sure that they were the only ones.

[Atlannia]

Kay Deckheart, Owner and Proprietor of the Sinner's Rest Cafe

In her small but elegantly appointed office of the rear of the Sinner's Rest Cafe, Kay Deckheart sat, her striking blue eyes lent an almost unnatural glow by the light of the monitor she was studying while supporting her chin with one hand and drumming the fingers of the other against the polished surface of her desk. Her gaze was fixed on the computer screen in front of her and the expression she wore was multifaceted, speaking of confusion, concern and more than a little annoyance.

Her mouth twitched slightly.

These numbers are up from last week's. Again. And what's up with these distributions? These clusters, the ones on Arnold Street and Hayes Street can be traced back to the traffic accidents there, but the rest of them don't look natural at all. It's almost as though someone's conjuring them up out of nowhere...

Kay had been halfway towards lifting up the steaming mug of coffee she kept by her side when doing any sort of admin work when the thought occurred and she stiffened suddenly, causing the liquid inside to wobble precariously.

It's unlikely. But then again we've already looked into all of the likely answers and it was none of those. I'll have Hayate search for any traces of human magic when he clears up the sights and in the meantime...

She sighed softly, looking unenthusiastic about the course of action she was contemplating. I suppose I'll set up a meeting with her. What a bother. Still drumming her fingers, Kay's eyes drifted back to her computer screen.

The softly glowing monitor was the room's only light source apart from a small desk lamp and its soft glow displayed an enlarged map of the city, it's surface marred by several uneven clusters of angry orange dots.

There's far too many, it's not even close to the city's official death toll. she thought, before glancing at the elaborate, wrought iron wall clock hung to her left. A small smile graced her features, although it didn't soften them much and it failed to reach her eyes.

It's just about time for our latest recruits to start arriving she thought, tilting her ear towards the front of the cafe as she heard the sound of the door opening. In fact that would be the first of them now... her eyes darted back to the monitor, to the thick clusters of orange dots, wondering how such an innocuous, abstract image could unnerve her so much. It might not be entirely safe to send them out tonight... But on the other hand we can't really afford not to, I need to be in Silver heights by two, Samuel's already out and I need Hayate to clean up the North side. There's no one else.

Reaching a decision the slender woman pushed herself up from her chair and straightened her tie, cutting a strange figure in the dim, half-light of the monitor.

"Well they won’t learn to swim on the kitchen floor," she said softly to herself. "As long as they don’t drown they'll be fine." With that she closed the lid of her laptop and switched off her desk lamp, plunging the office into darkness as she left, ready to greet the new arrivals.

---

Kay took a moment to observe from the shadowy doorway that lead into the rear of the Cafe as her new employees introduced themselves or simply sized each other up. Waiting a half beat to ensure the maximum dramatic impact she stepped out of the shadows and into the light shining down from above the bar, suddenly becoming visible to everyone in the room.

"Ladies and Gentlemen," she announced herself with a little flair, her expression once more set in the enigmatic half smile she had worn interviewing all of them "Welcome to Sinner’s Rest,"

[Imperial Northern States]

Kay Deckheart, Owner and Proprietor of the Sinner's Rest Cafe

In her small but elegantly appointed office of the rear of the Sinner's Rest Cafe, Kay Deckheart sat, her striking blue eyes lent an almost unnatural glow by the light of the monitor she was studying while supporting her chin with one hand and drumming the fingers of the other against the polished surface of her desk. Her gaze was fixed on the computer screen in front of her and the expression she wore was multifaceted, speaking of confusion, concern and more than a little annoyance.

Her mouth twitched slightly.

These numbers are up from last week's. Again. And what's up with these distributions? These clusters, the ones on Arnold Street and Hayes Street can be traced back to the traffic accidents there, but the rest of them don't look natural at all. It's almost as though someone's conjuring them up out of nowhere...

Kay had been halfway towards lifting up the steaming mug of coffee she kept by her side when doing any sort of admin work when the thought occurred and she stiffened suddenly, causing the liquid inside to wobble precariously.

It's unlikely. But then again we've already looked into all of the likely answers and it was none of those. I'll have Hayate search for any traces of human magic when he clears up the sights and in the meantime...

She sighed softly, looking unenthusiastic about the course of action she was contemplating. I suppose I'll set up a meeting with her. What a bother. Still drumming her fingers, Kay's eyes drifted back to her computer screen.

The softly glowing monitor was the room's only light source apart from a small desk lamp and its soft glow displayed an enlarged map of the city, it's surface marred by several uneven clusters of angry orange dots.

There's far too many, it's not even close to the city's official death toll. she thought, before glancing at the elaborate, wrought iron wall clock hung to her left. A small smile graced her features, although it didn't soften them much and it failed to reach her eyes.

It's just about time for our latest recruits to start arriving she thought, tilting her ear towards the front of the cafe as she heard the sound of the door opening. In fact that would be the first of them now... her eyes darted back to the monitor, to the thick clusters of orange dots, wondering how such an innocuous, abstract image could unnerve her so much. It might not be entirely safe to send them out tonight... But on the other hand we can't really afford not to, I need to be in Silver heights by two, Samuel's already out and I need Hayate to clean up the North side. There's no one else.

Reaching a decision the slender woman pushed herself up from her chair and straightened her tie, cutting a strange figure in the dim, half-light of the monitor.

"Well they won’t learn to swim on the kitchen floor," she said softly to herself. "As long as they don’t drown they'll be fine." With that she closed the lid of her laptop and switched off her desk lamp, plunging the office into darkness as she left, ready to greet the new arrivals.

---

Kay took a moment to observe from the shadowy doorway that lead into the rear of the Cafe as her new employees introduced themselves or simply sized each other up. Waiting a half beat to ensure the maximum dramatic impact she stepped out of the shadows and into the light shining down from above the bar, suddenly becoming visible to everyone in the room.

"Ladies and Gentlemen," she announced herself with a little flair, her expression once more set in the enigmatic half smile she had worn interviewing all of them "Welcome to Sinner’s Rest,"

Yriel puts his coffee down and slings his fencing bag over his back. He then brushes some of his hair back behind his right ear, and picks his coffee back up again. Noticing Kay's entrance, he replies, sharply, "is this a welcome with or without a beast trying to kill one of us?" before turning to the others assembled around him, "I assume the same happened to yourselves?"

[Yytuskia]

Upon hearing the fencer, I chuckle loudly. "Very much so, hello Miss Deckheart, gonna try and send der untoten again? I brought a little extra this time."

[Protestant England and Germany]

Kay Deckheart, Owner and Proprietor of the Sinner's Rest Cafe

In her small but elegantly appointed office of the rear of the Sinner's Rest Cafe, Kay Deckheart sat, her striking blue eyes lent an almost unnatural glow by the light of the monitor she was studying while supporting her chin with one hand and drumming the fingers of the other against the polished surface of her desk. Her gaze was fixed on the computer screen in front of her and the expression she wore was multifaceted, speaking of confusion, concern and more than a little annoyance.

Her mouth twitched slightly.

These numbers are up from last week's. Again. And what's up with these distributions? These clusters, the ones on Arnold Street and Hayes Street can be traced back to the traffic accidents there, but the rest of them don't look natural at all. It's almost as though someone's conjuring them up out of nowhere...

Kay had been halfway towards lifting up the steaming mug of coffee she kept by her side when doing any sort of admin work when the thought occurred and she stiffened suddenly, causing the liquid inside to wobble precariously.

It's unlikely. But then again we've already looked into all of the likely answers and it was none of those. I'll have Hayate search for any traces of human magic when he clears up the sights and in the meantime...

She sighed softly, looking unenthusiastic about the course of action she was contemplating. I suppose I'll set up a meeting with her. What a bother. Still drumming her fingers, Kay's eyes drifted back to her computer screen.

The softly glowing monitor was the room's only light source apart from a small desk lamp and its soft glow displayed an enlarged map of the city, it's surface marred by several uneven clusters of angry orange dots.

There's far too many, it's not even close to the city's official death toll. she thought, before glancing at the elaborate, wrought iron wall clock hung to her left. A small smile graced her features, although it didn't soften them much and it failed to reach her eyes.

It's just about time for our latest recruits to start arriving she thought, tilting her ear towards the front of the cafe as she heard the sound of the door opening. In fact that would be the first of them now... her eyes darted back to the monitor, to the thick clusters of orange dots, wondering how such an innocuous, abstract image could unnerve her so much. It might not be entirely safe to send them out tonight... But on the other hand we can't really afford not to, I need to be in Silver heights by two, Samuel's already out and I need Hayate to clean up the North side. There's no one else.

Reaching a decision the slender woman pushed herself up from her chair and straightened her tie, cutting a strange figure in the dim, half-light of the monitor.

"Well they won’t learn to swim on the kitchen floor," she said softly to herself. "As long as they don’t drown they'll be fine." With that she closed the lid of her laptop and switched off her desk lamp, plunging the office into darkness as she left, ready to greet the new arrivals.

---

Kay took a moment to observe from the shadowy doorway that lead into the rear of the Cafe as her new employees introduced themselves or simply sized each other up. Waiting a half beat to ensure the maximum dramatic impact she stepped out of the shadows and into the light shining down from above the bar, suddenly becoming visible to everyone in the room.

"Ladies and Gentlemen," she announced herself with a little flair, her expression once more set in the enigmatic half smile she had worn interviewing all of them "Welcome to Sinner’s Rest,"

"Well, what ever the hell goes on here. At least I've got a job." Mitchell Blair thought as he entered the Sinner's Rest. There were people already there, some looked like they were from uptown, others looked like "Southies" like him. He walked through the door dressed in jeans and a t-shirt, mma gloves hanging on his belt, combat boots on his feet, and a backpack on his back. He walked down the wooden floor, the sound of the boots echoing through the cafe. In the day, he wasn't intimidating, but tonight, the light of the moon made him look sinister. Mitchell sat down in a booth next two boys and pulled out a water bottle and drank from it. He said nothing and listened to his boss. He spoke only once. "What is our job exactly?"

[Shyluz]

From behind the bar's counter came the one and only, the batshit-insane otaku of Werthord's class 3D, the creature of darkness, Tuesday O'Cullen. In one hand, the neon-haired girl clutched a gaming device, strands of wire leading to her ears, where a pair of pristine blue earbuds played music with enough volume to jar a deaf man into hearing.

"Hiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii boss!" She said excitedly, snapping a salute with one hand as the other furiously tapped buttons, sounds of battle playing from her earbuds.

[Imperial Northern States]

From behind the bar's counter came the one and only, the batshit-insane otaku of Werthord's class 3D, the creature of darkness, Tuesday O'Cullen. In one hand, the neon-haired girl clutched a gaming device, strands of wire leading to her ears, where a pair of pristine blue earbuds played music with enough volume to jar a deaf man into hearing.

"Hiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii boss!" She said excitedly, snapping a salute with one hand as the other furiously tapped buttons, sounds of battle playing from her earbuds.

Yriel stares at Tuesday. His eyes twitch slightly. "Her?" He says, pointing, his hand twitching, "she's involved too? She spends all her time on anime's and manga! Why would you hire her!?" He ends, disgust and disdain in his voice.

[Yytuskia]

I lean forward, smacking my hand on the table as I laugh. "Calm down fencer-boy! No need to get all catty on the girl!~"

[Protestant England and Germany]

I lean forward, smacking my hand on the table as I laugh. "Calm down fencer-boy! No need to get all catty on the girl!~"

"Quite." Mitchell snapped. "This is important." He was tired and thirsty from his ride from his neighborhood and the last thing he wanted was to get screwed up by some now it all from "rich town".

[Yytuskia]

I clapped my hands together, setting my bag on the table and turning my full attention to Deckheart. "So! What in Gött's name is all of this, and why were we all, assumingly, attacked by the dead?"

I smiled calmly as I unzipped my bag, slowly reaching into it and grip 'Remmy' with my right hand before continuing in a deadly quiet voice. "Because quite frankly, I already have stuff I need to do, and I don't need to fight against what I don't know."

[North Arkana]

Aria had entered the cafe while the others had been talking. She didn't want to talk to anyone right now. Besides her ears still ringing from the first time she fired off her new rifle inside an enclosed room, she also didn't exactly like other people. The confirmation that she was truly dealing with the occult had also created a strong interest in the subject for her, making the amount of attention she was willing to pay to "normal" things diminish.
She hadn't unsummoned her scythe since it had appeared. It didn't feel right to her, so she kept it inside a guitar case she had made some changes to.

Some of these people are frankly vulgar... are they really who I'll be working with?

[Faal Lot Himdah]

Alek "Chrono" Spring

Chrono turned to see Kay Deckheart. He gave her a little joke salute.

"Sup." Chrono said extremely calmly, "So, when we starting this orientation?"

---

Ajax Lysander

"A question that we all want asked." Ajax commented on Chrono's question, "Anyways, here we are, let's get started."

[Kerzacistan]

Ducking in the door just in time to hear his new employer's introduction, Keith walked over and procured a cup of Coffee before sitting down as close to the source as possible. Looking around the café off handedly while drinking Coffee and sizing up the others. I've got enough ammunition to end them all should it be needed Looking back to Kay, Keith asks after a sip of Coffee "So Miss, when do we get our very own walking corpse poofers?"

[Atlannia]

Kay Deckheart, Owner and Proprietor of the Sinner's Rest Cafe

As the questions, arguments and general noise assailed her from almost every angle Kay's smile became just a little bit less natural, just a little more fixed and glued on, her eyes just a little. bit. colder.

I...may have bitten off more than I can chew she thought, maintaining a flawless outward facade. I mean it's not like I've never dealt with juvenile human before, I'm fully aware of their tendency towards high spiritedness. I had perhaps underestimated their tendency to amplify each other when clustered in large groups. Is this the danger that those humans who bear the title of 'teacher' face every day? A terrifying burden indeed.

"Right!" said Kay, clapping her hands together as her smile widened artificially. The astute would perhaps recognise the shiny, black leather gloves she wore. "I can see everyone is feeling energetic. Which is good! Very good. On that note if anyone hasn't helped themselves to a drink just yet please do so now. It's going to be long night after all," she said, her tone sweet and somehow faintly sinister at the same time.

"So then, questions, let me see, in order"

Yriel puts his coffee down and slings his fencing bag over his back. He then brushes some of his hair back behind his right ear, and picks his coffee back up again. Noticing Kay's entrance, he replies, sharply, "is this a welcome with or without a beast trying to kill one of us?" before turning to the others assembled around him, "I assume the same happened to yourselves?"

She turned first to Yriel "No one and nothing is going to try and kill you yet," she assured him warmly.

Upon hearing the fencer, I chuckle loudly. "Very much so, hello Miss Deckheart, gonna try and send der untoten again? I brought a little extra this time."

"Good of you to come prepared," she said, turning next to Patrick "But that won't exactly be necessary, all of the tools of your new and exciting trade will be...provided, in a manner of speaking,"

"Well, what ever the hell goes on here. At least I've got a job." Mitchell Blair thought as he entered the Sinner's Rest. There were people already there, some looked like they were from uptown, others looked like "Southies" like him. He walked through the door dressed in jeans and a t-shirt, mma gloves hanging on his belt, combat boots on his feet, and a backpack on his back. He walked down the wooden floor, the sound of the boots echoing through the cafe. In the day, he wasn't intimidating, but tonight, the light of the moon made him look sinister. Mitchell sat down in a booth next two boys and pulled out a water bottle and drank from it. He said nothing and listened to his boss. He spoke only once. "What is our job exactly?"

Her smile remained but she did quirk an eyebrow slightly at Mitchell’s appearance. My someone wants to make an impression she thought dryly, her eyes lingering for a moment on the gloves. Just how many of my new employees turned up armed? I guess no one really believes this is just a cafe.

"I will be outlining your duties shortly. Rest assure I won't ask you to do anything I think is beyond your potential."

From behind the bar's counter came the one and only, the batshit-insane otaku of Werthord's class 3D, the creature of darkness, Tuesday O'Cullen. In one hand, the neon-haired girl clutched a gaming device, strands of wire leading to her ears, where a pair of pristine blue earbuds played music with enough volume to jar a deaf man into hearing.

"Hiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii boss!" She said excitedly, snapping a salute with one hand as the other furiously tapped buttons, sounds of battle playing from her earbuds.

Kay smiled with something approaching actual warmth. "Hello..." she faltered. "I want to say Wednesday."

Yriel stares at Tuesday. His eyes twitch slightly. "Her?" He says, pointing, his hand twitching, "she's involved too? She spends all her time on anime's and manga! Why would you hire her!?" He ends, disgust and disdain in his voice.

I lean forward, smacking my hand on the table as I laugh. "Calm down fencer-boy! No need to get all catty on the girl!~"

"Quite." Mitchell snapped. "This is important." He was tired and thirsty from his ride from his neighborhood and the last thing he wanted was to get screwed up by some now it all from "rich town".

"Please maintain a polite and professional attitude towards your fellow employees" Said Kay. She didn't yell, or even really raise her voice but her words seemed to reverberate around the room and were imbued with a subtle, almost alien sense of authority. "OR else." She finished in her normal speaking voice, smiling wide enough to show her teeth and some trick of the light made them appear pointed. It was a trick of the light, wasn't it?

Alek "Chrono" Spring

Chrono turned to see Kay Deckheart. He gave her a little joke salute.

"Sup." Chrono said extremely calmly, "So, when we starting this orientation?"

---

Ajax Lysander

"A question that we all want asked." Ajax commented on Chrono's question, "Anyways, here we are, let's get started."

"Right. Now," said Kay, letting her posture relax for a moment. "The orientation will begin right this moment. SO-"

Suddenly Kay gave a dramatic sweeping bow and gestured flamboyantly at the door she had walked out through. "Without further ado, allow me to introduce an old friend..."

With every eye in the room naturally drawn to the doorway the low, gravelly sound that emanated from it was unmissable.

"Graaaargh?"

a twisted, hunched over figure, grey, mottled skin and lifeless, hazy eyes that stared unthinkingly at you.
The corpse, for that was what it could only be, a deformed mockery of a dead body given freakish, unnatural life. Stared dumbly at the assembled crowd through cloudy, decaying eyes.

If it recognised them, it didn't show it.

[Yytuskia]

"Well, I'm out." I announced quickly, getting up from my booth and quickly making my way past everyone and to the front door. "One of those things was enough, thank you. Gütt nacht everyone."

[Kerzacistan]

On reflex Keith drew one of his pistols, the revolver clicking as he thumbed the hammer back and emptied the rounds into the beast, before replacing the revolver and bringing out his larger auto 44 and emptying more of the much larger rounds into it. Deja vu much? "These things just don't die do they..."

[Yytuskia]

On reflex Keith drew one of his pistols, the revolver clicking as he thumbed the hammer back and emptied the rounds into the beast, before replacing the revolver and bringing out his larger auto 44 and emptying more of the much larger rounds into it. Deja vu much? "These things just don't die do they..."

"Well, actually," I began, giving a slight smile as I sauntered past him, "Since those things were actually living dead, a simple headshot would've sufficed sir. Aiming for center mass won't do anything. I'm Ryan by the way."

I stuck my left hand out for him to shake, withdrawing 'Remmy' at the same time and unloading both barrels into the zombie's head from where I was standing. Looking back to admire my work, I gave a small smile. "Seir gütt, ja?"