The Dark Hunt

"Captain, I need to thank you for that back there"

"No problem!"

The enforcer walks forward, wearing a lightweight carapace armour, it's black contrasting with the shoulderpad he wears, a burnished gold aquilla on its frame.
His helmet shows the lower half of his face, a black visor hiding his nose and eyes. The helmet too is black, apart from a gold badge a bit above the visor.

He offers his hand.

he takes it and shakes it

The arbite is shorter than most, only 6ft.

he's ordinary height

Ooc: the captain?

yes

"Can you explain what's going on here, when it started?"

"No clue"

"Well I've been thinking... this isn't any normal infection or disease, I've seen plague zombies before... they don't spread this fast, or run at a speed that can catch up with a galloping horse, were dealing with something more serious, psyker or warp affliction maybe"

"maybe, yeah"

"You got family, friends?"

"Nope! Just me and ma crew!"

"Who do you answer too?"

"You say that like you didn't notice the aquila on the baloon"

"That much is blatant, I mean do you have a commanding force, someone giving orders?"

"Yes. Me! Captain Maximilian Valentine!"

"So you don't take orders?"

"Not usually"

"What are you?"

OOC back

Ooc: wooooop

"...human obviously"

"Dont get smart with me"

if they bother to look down the city is 'vacant' again

"I don't know what you mean"

"I mean... wait, look, theyre gone"

"good"

the day is ending early (IC of course)

"No... bad, that means that they're not mindless... not like the regular walking dead, something is guiding them... like ants in a nest, and doesn't night fall later than this usually?"

"Maybe. oh well, can't get us up here"

"Yeah.... maybe" the arbite walks away.

he shrugs and gets back to the helm

The arbite begins to walk back to his horse, when he walks across one of the crew.

it's a woman. she has ginger hair. she's busy re-loading the punisher cannon

now the claws the undead sported were unusually effective. his leg armor is visibly scratched up and the horse has cuts all across it from the undead

"Hey, you know if there is any medical supplies on this ship? Disinfectant or something?" He asks the lady.

"My horse got cut up when we left"

"sure, just below deck"

OOC if you run out of things to do and time needs to pass it'd be worth noting that no matter how long they wait the darkness doesn't fade once it peaks

I say this because I have to go until 3 PM EST

"Thanks, what's your name?"

"I'm dodger"

"Thankyou" he nods and heads down.

*when he gets down there he sees that other than small space to sleep the place is filled to the brim with supplies*

OOC change in plans seems to have me linger longer

"Looks like they took everything and ran... or were prepared" he takes a bottle of antiseptic.


Ooc: I'm waiting for something really nasty to happen.

.....

He goes to his horse, and applies the cream to the cuts. The steed whinnies in pain.

"I know, but you need it"

OOC and here's said nasty
IC out of the darkness a little marble sized object that reflects light is drifting through the air at the zeppelin. it's following the air currents as it approaches the flame for the balloon. it speeds up with the air and when it's sucked in a cataclysm triggers that basically detonates the engine and flame. the explosion echos across the unnatural night which prompts a few groans from the ground. the zeppelin now crippled it descends slowly as the heated air cools off

The arbite is knocked off his feet.
"Throne, what was that!?"

..............