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There'll be trouble when the kidz come out

Who: All remaining draftees
What: Zombies! Zombies! Zombies!
When: The 29th to 31st
Where: Vaskoth
Summary: Please read here for event information
Rating: B for BRRAAAIIIINSSSS

On the 29th, the Malnosso announce over the radios that the power cap will be lifted to a full 100%. Carol broadcasts a message.

On the 30th, the Malnosso declare Vaskoth completely lost. Those with radio access will discover that the enclosure is to be bombed.

On the 31st, survivors will have one last chance to evacuate or try to find the cure. 3PM is do or die.

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[Saori watches in horror as the creature grabs Shikamaru up by his arm, desperately trying to aim a shot at the creature. But...without her powers there's no way she'd be able to hit the shambler and not the young man, so she drops her bow and charges closer, reaching for her sword. If he's bitten...then there will be trouble.

Then he does something unexpected. She watches, and her expression changes to a much milder one when she sees him dislocate his shoulder like that and wrench free. It's what she would've done in his situation, and it raised her esteem for him immensely. Saori, as a martial artist herself, could always respect and admire the creative use of one's body.

The flames caught the zombie and started licking at it's back as she reached them. Leaping over the fire, she comes in fast and makes a quick diagonal slash, neatly removing the last shambler's leg and sending it to the ground. She steps out of it's reach and flicks the infected blood off her blade well away from them.]

Are you alright?

Yeah.

[Well. No, his arm is still hanging awkwardly and he's panting some, pained, but he'll worry about that in a minute. He's frustrated with himself and nods to the tree.]

Let's get them away from here.

[Some of the shamblers are still moving, feebly. Shikamaru uses his good arm to finish what he started. The flames will be quick.]

[She leads him away from the creatures, heading back up the hill to meet the Kin'corrans.]

Would you like me to reset your arm?

[He was about to do that himself - Nara have a good knowledge of how the human body works, and he did it cleanly - but stops. He gives her a shaky nod.]

...go for it.

This...may hurt. Bite down on this.

[Saori pulls out a rag and offers it to him before stepping in close. Gently she takes his limp arm in one hand, using her other to guide it upwards, slowly, squeezing his hand into a fist and leveling it with his shoulder. Gingerly, she moves the arm into an L shape in front of his chest, and firmly rotates the arm backwards until it slides back into the socket with a click of bone]

Better?

[He recognized the technique about partway through and looked away. At least he knows she was doing it right.

He was ready for the pain - and judging by the way his face goes two shades of white, boy is it there - but just having it back in place is also an instant relief. He takes the rag out of his mouth and nods, appreciative.]

Yeah. Thank you.

[Saori had centuries of experience dealing with martial arts injuries, this was a small thing, something she'd done hundreds of times. And she was glad to do it]

And your mental state? Why did you freeze?

It doesn't matter. [He presses on.] It won't happen again.

I know this draft has been hard. I don't fault you.

[Saori's tone changes, somewhat colder than it had been. More firm]

Please, let me handle any of these things we come across. I see that you are a skilled fighter, but...you're only human.

Edited 2012-11-03 09:18 (UTC)

Heh. [To that he does have to grin.] Lady. I'm a ninja. I'm something both more and less than human.

And I am a god.

[She returns his smile]

To gods, one's occupation doesn't matter. Only how you choose to comport yourself.

Edited 2012-11-03 09:34 (UTC)

Then we should get along swimmingly. I won't be holding you back.

With what I saw back there, no, you won't be.

[She offers her right hand to shake. Even powerless, she has quite a grip]

Anyone who practices martial arts is someone worth knowing.

[Might be an awkward shake with his left, but he gives it a shot.]

So you're the patron saint of ass-kicking, I suppose?

No. I am the Daughter of Wind and Rain, the god of storms. But I've trained for centuries to fight and defend myself. So, I suppose you could see me that way, if you wished.

[She smirks, her features cheeky. You're a funny guy, Shikamaru]

Well if I had to meet a god, there could be worse ones.

[Just keeping this light. Good enough distraction from the pain in his arm, though it seems to slightly unnerve one of the KC's. Because dude, what the hell.

The other, a girl, thinks it's cool.]

Oh, most definitely.

[She smiles and keeps walking, keeping a sharp eye out for more enemies]

So, you're a ninja then? That's a really dedicated profession. You must train very hard, especially to control your body like that.

Not really. By comparison.

By comparison to whom?

Most people. Or ones among my profession, I should say. [He keeps his right arm close to his chest, and swirls a finger from the opposite hand in the air.] Taijutsu was never my thing.

["Then what is your thing?" The KC girls asks, conversationally.]

Now? [She nods, and he shrugs.] No one thing in particular.

Taijutsu? Hand to hand?

[She regards the KC girl with a polite smile, but says nothing.]

Got it in one.

I'm Japanese. It's a word we use too.

[She gives him a droll look]

Maybe a word our worlds share.

Well obviously, if you knew it.

You've got quite a sharp tongue.

[She offers a cheeky smile]

I like you. Irreverent humans are the best kind. But if you don't like Taijutsu, what do you prefer?