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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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[His voice turns as flat as the chef can manage.] Get lost. I'm busy.

[Shikamaru pauses in what he was doing, enough to glance back and get a good look at him. He nearly says something dickish (Aren't you the smart one?), but clucks his tongue and thinks better of it.]

Like I'm not? [He snorts and stands, and it might be more obvious that he's holding something- well it might look like it used to be a blender and something else, but the way he holds it with care would imply it's anything but.] I'll cut to the chase - unless you have a death wish, it's better for us both to work together. You more than me.

[Sanji would appreciate dickish right now more than sensible. At least in concerns to the former he'd have a reason (if not the strength) to kick out one of Shikamaru's kneecaps.

(Pissy today, aren't you, chef?)

A pause, and then he lowers his gun, clicking the safety back on for the moment. He doesn't say anything, only stares pointedly at Shikamaru like he's waiting for the guy to elaborate further.

That, or use whatever he's got in his hand. The infected won't wait.]

[Better. And they really won't, so.]

This area is being sealed off, to prevent the infected from reaching the highway. The MSF are setting up barricades north and east of here.

[So west is the only clear way out, if they can make sure they aren't followed. South is through the zombie hoard.]

If you're itching for a fight that bad, I'll back you up and clear a path with this bomb. Or we can fight smart and retreat. [He points to a tree far off in the distance, two buildings behind it.] These guys have no motor skills. We fell that tree and block off their path. Your pick.

[The chef twitches, with amusement, annoyance and a lack of care all vying for visibility in his expression.

Fight smart, he says. Because Sanji's out here trying to play it safe, naturally. That's cute, Shikamaru.

Not that it matters. The chef grunts and nods in the direction of the indicated tree, decision having been made before the ninja finished speaking. Battles lose their charm when someone's willing to follow you into hell. He wonders if the shitty brat knows]

Let's make this quick. [And then the other can kindly stay out of his way]

Good.

[Because honestly? With that look, he's not sure if he wants to see through a bigger battle like that with Sanji right now. There's something unnerving going on there, the kind of look that's so still it's restless.

This has been a really bad draft.]

Keep an eye out for runners. All we have to do is beat them there.

[And with that he makes a break for it.]

[Sanji is quick to obey, following after the other in a dead run, having switched his senseless fighting drive for one dictated by pragmatics. To some extent, he's lucky; the power cap hasn't robbed him of years of experience in battle, or his common sense. When their sudden burst of movement catches the attention of the runners, he knows to dodge, put on the speed and not engage in combat.

Shikamaru's with him now - someone he knows. Someone, for all his nonchalant attitude, he can't afford to see dead. So he'll stay lucid and aware for as long as necessary, to make sure the ninja gets to see another day.]

[For all he failed at taijutsu, running was always one thing Shikamaru was very good at. Running away.

He won't stop until he reaches the base of the tree, to set the bomb down. Carefully - it's fragile, and if it goes off now it'll be too soon. He wastes no extra seconds, so unless something went wrong they shouldn't be far apart.]

How's your aim with that gun?

[Simply] Good enough. [And the flat, steely look in his eye says he's had plenty of practice. He pulls out the gun again]

Just tell me when.

[There's no point in worrying about the runners if they don't clear out of the tree's paths themselves. Shikamaru counts off the paces in his head without looking back, just three seconds.]

Now!

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