Look Ma! I killed a zombie and made friends (closed)

[Aloisio (DELETED 6027)]

Aloisio was turned about a week ago, that he had been on a short lease from his sire. For good reasons he did have some trouble learning to feed without killing his victims. He had a hard time learning to control his strength, so she and her boyfriend had kept a pretty tight leash on him last week or so. She had finally told him that he could go out to the quarantine zone by himself, as long as he came back when he was finished. She made him promise that he would come back as soon as he was done playing before dark. The kind of felt like a kid being allowed to go outside and play

So he was finally freed to go out and have some fun on his own. Since he was only allowed to go to the quarantine zone, he decided he was going to dress for the occasion. He decided that he was going to wear a ammo belt as much ammo as he could stuff and his ammo belt for his shiny gun. She had given him this nice cool little dagger, in case he needed to deal with the zombies or other things up close. They had talked about getting him a cool brand-new sword but she only had the dagger currently laying around the house so that's what he was stuck with for now.

Aloisio knew a man running down the street with a gun belt full ofammo, a shinny gun strapped to him and a dagger, with no shirt and a pair of jeans would probably be quite suspicious. So he made his way over to the closet trying to find a long trenchcoat like jacket that would work to get him to the quarantine zone. Once he found one wrapping himself up he quickly dashed out the door

Once he got near the fence he jumped and flew over . When he landed on the other side, he stood up and dusted himself off " Dude that was ******* awesome". He made his way over to Corvidae Flats. He quickly slipped himself inside, he couldn't help himself. He had this obsession, about killing zombies and seeing how strong he was. He wanted to see if he could kill a zombie faster barehanded now that he was a vampire.

Aloisio eyes landed on the first zombie insight, he charged running at a zombie. The zombie blocked and pushed him and in return launch back at him. Blocking the zombie with both of his hands throwing the zombie back off of him, while managing to throw a few empty punches in the process. The zombies staggered back again and launched himself back at him. He was able to block the zombie with both hands again before pushing the zombie back off. This time the zombie launch with a lot more vigor and his blocking worked but they both fell to the ground. Aloisio was doing his best to defend himself from the zombie he was holding both of the zombies hands while the zombie was viciously biting at his face.

He was finally able to throw the zombie off and scrambles back to his feet. The zombie swiped viciously at his feet scratching his legs a few times as Aloisio was forced to back while kicking at the zombie. The dam zombie climbed his way back to his feet this time the zombies attack was more like a wild scratching frenzy.

He was able to block the zombies attack but his arms got scratched up pretty good in the process " You sun of *****!" He screamed back at the zombie trying to shove him toward the wall. They went back and forth for a while it seemed like a stalemate. Finally there was a break in the fight, Aloisio managed to get his hands on zombies head. With a childlike enthusiasm he screams out " Mortal Kombat" sings out the Mortal Kombat beat. "Finish him!" Then taking both hands and snapping the zombies neck. Throwing his head back smiling as he yelled out "Fatality!"

Aloisios leaned down and grabbed his dagger as he began to cut off the zombies ear.

[Seiji (DELETED 6165)]

This was a really, really bad idea, Seiji told himself. Again. For like, the fifth time in an hour. What was that saying about curiosity and the cat again? Funny, it had never mentioned how terrifying i had been for the cat in that equation. Well, the tall teen had learned that much quickly enough. It hadn't seemed like the brightest of ideas right from the get-go. Following a stranger that just seemed to be looking for trouble. The guy just had one of those confident strides. Seiji had seen it often enough. Yet...he'd just felt some sort of tug, a little whisper in his mind enticing him. So like the fabled cat, he followed. If he'd been of the more religious sort, he might have blamed whatever cursed creatures so often led him into accidents, but he wasn't. Fae, like everything else of that category, were just myths to him.

He actually, for once, didn't make a lot of noise as he tried to follow the man in the trench coat. For a rare occasion luck seemed to be on his side. No trip ups or blunders as they began to close in on the quarantine zone. Seiji should have taken that as a sign, a warning. Yet he chose to look on the bright side, tucking around the corner of a building and admiring the trench coat the guy wore. Where'd he get it? Probably some expensive shop downtown. Not that Seiji would replace his own, the thing had far too much history, but--

Seiji's jaw dropped as the guy just... leapt... over the fence. Wait, what?! Rubbing his eyes, Seiji couldn't quite believe his own eyes. Maybe he'd mistaken it? Maybe.. the guy had just climbed really fast! Or had really really strong legs. Seiji shook his head a few times. Fast climbing. That made sense. It was... possible, right? Not wanting to linger on those thoughts long enough to fall into doubt, he trot closer to the fence, studying it. The man had already gone inside, and the fence wasn't guarded. Of course not. Who would want to go inside a quarantined area, right? He tried to remember why exactly it was closed off, but couldn't recall. Things had been so hectic and such, since he'd come here after-all. A sigh left his lips. Now he was even more curious. He couldn't help it!

A close inspection of the wire. He wasn't all that great with climbing, and the top didn't look too friendly. There was, however, a spot where the bottom lifted up a bit. With some struggling and grunting, and a lot more struggling, he finally managed enough room to wiggle underneath, although the edges caught at him repeatedly, and it took him ages to finally crawl out from that death trap. Standing up, he dusted himself off and took a look around. Great. He'd taken so long he'd probably lost the guy. Not wanting to hang around long enough to start doubting himself, he trudged towards the entrance.

It was pretty creepy and quiet down here. Seiji gulped, a total scaredy cat when it came to things like these. His sister, he recalled, used to tease him with horror movies all the time and how brave she was, only to cuddle up to him hours afterwards, claiming it was for his sake. There was none of that now, though, and he felt a touch of melancholy nostalgia. The sounds of grunting and a scuffle up ahead caught his attention, and he made his way forward. Around the bend, a man shuffled, bent forward as if in pain. Concern crossed Seiji's features as he made his way closer. "Um...excuse me? Are you okay si-" Seiji froze in place, hand hovering in mid-air and a look of pure horror on his face.

The 'man' had turned slowly, revealing the rotten remains of a face that might have once been human. Keyword, once. Seiji was no believer in fabled stories, but he'd seen enough movies to know a zombie when he saw one. All the color drained out of his face with a squeak, his knees knocking together. The zombie groaned, lurching forward, and the action slammed the teen back into his sense's. With a pitchy scream of pure horror, Seiji ran faster then he had in a very long time, tearing down halls and quickly getting lost. The zombie was pretty quick for a walking corpse, and so were its two friends. In a movie or to an experience zombie hunter, this would have probably looked hilarious. Even more so as he tore through hall after hall until he finally he skid around the corner, tripping over his own feet and tumble head over heels, coming to a clumsy stop against a wall.

Seiji sat up, rubbing his head. The sight of the slowing down, approaching zombies caused him to press closer to the wall. He dug in his pockets, throwing a random pen at one of them, nearly tearing up as it bounced uselessly off one of the creatures legs. Running out of options, he did the same thing he'd been doing while running, but this time pressed flat against the wall. He screamed for help.

[Arivene (DELETED 6142)]

Arivene had been walking around the Corvidae Flats lobby for a while, trying to get used to the gun Charlotte had given her. She wouldn't get better if she didn't practice, even if fighting wasn't her thing. A coward she may be but at least she could protect her arse if needed. Putting away her gun. Arivene sighed and pulled out a blood pack from her messenger bag, looking round at the lobby. 'I bet this used to be a nice place before.'She thought as she leaned back against a wall. Up until now, she hadn't left Charlotte's side as she was taught about her new life. Making sure the coast was clear, she sat down on the bar stool and pulled her bag up to look inside. Rummaging through it, she soon found what she was after, a blood pack. Piercing the side of it she slowly consumed the contents and through the pack over her shoulder. Arivene had taken a while to adjust to the new life but so far she had maintained her sanity or what was left of it. Having decided she had sat around for long enough she decided it was time to do another circuit of the lobby to see if anymore of the zombies had appeared.

Retying her hair back and smoothing down her black trench coat, Arivene slowly started walking counter-clockwise around the room, she was in luck for now. No more had turned up but that's not to say they wouldn't in due time. She had just turned a corner when she had heard the Mortal Kombat theme song, or what she thought it was. Arching her brow she stood there trying to figure out where the noise had come from. Shrugging it off she continued on her way, picking up the zombie ears she had left behind on her previous circuit. As she bent down to get the last one she heard another noise. This time it sounded like something had gone face first into a wall. Arivene knew she wasn't alone in the lobby now, there were others here which would be interesting. She hadn't met anyone other than Charlotte yet, it would be a wise time to attempt to make friends. Arivene hoped that whoever had made that noise was ok, she slowly walked to where she thought the crashing noise had come from. Arivene assumed that whoever or what ever was singing the Mortal Kombat song would be able to handle themselves with what ever turned up.

As Arivene neared where she had assumed the noise had come from she pulled out her gun and poked her head round the corner. What she saw before her almost had her on the floor laughing but that would of been rude so she stifled a giggle. Leaning back round the corner she breathed in deeply to calm her nerves and then slowly and calmly walked round, aiming her gun at the zombie heads and firing off two shots with precision. She flipped the safety catch back on her gun and put it away. Looking down at the man in front of her, Arivene held out her hand. "Do you always get yourself into sticky situations like that?" She asked as she looked him up and down. Some people were definitely fighters and others were just the supporters and followes or organisers that did all the talking.

[Silhouette (DELETED 6077)]

Silhouette started out alone as a vampire, if not soley because she ran away from her sire. Under the circumstances it seemed like the sensible thing to do. But without the proper experience in fighting Sil worried that she may never know what to do if she had to face a vampire in battle.. as was evident when she wanted to keep Kang from feeding on her seiji. ... her seiji? he wasn't hers. she knew that. But he was so helpless, it was almost like having a small... rambunctious pet whom she had to protect. She supposed in the vampire world she was the helpless one right now... since she obviously couldn't... didn't... fight off the promiscuous vampire at the station net cafe.

Between Kang and Beverly... Sil questioned her comrades quickly about where to pick up some combat experience... and that would be the Quarantine.

The stealthiest way she'd been instructed on making it inside the fence alive was to follow a sewer guide, although with stealth came extreme danger... vampire hunters skulked through sewers and with very little room to hide.. confrontation would be near fatal.

She made it past, escaping an encounter with a hunter with extreme luck, then finding the marked manhole and sliding the lid to wriggle up. She'd been told there were zombies... something she was more than eager to fight. Zombie survival was something she'd taken an interest in years ago... thought until recently she believed it to be a fictitious hope. Her head turned, scanning the streets but with no threats immediately present she leaped up and replaced the manhole cover.

She found one, not much further off than when she arrived, and raised her arm to retrieve the sword she'd been given... when a woman screamed in the distance. She ran, knowing that whoever screamed like that couldn't be threatening in the least. She was near a building.. a scribble on her rough maps showed that she'd be heading near Corvidae Flats. Just a small twist in the road and she'd be there. Her vampire speed blurred her through that short distance only to discover a beautiful dark-clad woman close to a purple ha-

Silhouette sighed in exasperation. How DID he get into this stuff? Of course, there was Seiji, although he looked extremely out of place in this human death trap. She glided up, careful to appear as slow and human as possible, glad that the altercation with the hunter left her looking disheveled. Seiji would feel at least think she had difficulty in this place.

"Seiji, what the hell are you doing in here? How did you.... why did-" She hung her head then let her eyes wander in watch of more zombies.

Realizing the threat was taken care of- Silhouette burst into laughter as she realized where the woman's shriek had come from. As she'd approached, she 'd heard this stranger ask if he'd always gotten himself in these situations. Sil was certain that he probably did with her experiences around him. She tread around the dead..er zombies and reached behind her to give Seiji her small handgun. he'd need some kind of defense if he had worked his way in here.. Before offering the gun out to her clumsy little pet- she turned the safety on. Knowing that if it were left off.. more disaster would ensue than she was ready for.

She ruffled Seiji's hair, similar to her less awkward actions in the cafe, then glanced at the dark woman as she slid over to stand closer as a guard. "You've got to be more thoughtful about where you spend your free time..." She murmured.

[Eureka]

Eureka spent the majority of her night haunting the Corvidae Flats. She didn’t know what it was about that building in particular, but the zombies seemed to like it a hell of a lot. They just kept appearing, one after the other, regardless of the fact that the place always seemed to host other vampires honing their skills. With the amount of zombies she herself killed on a nightly basis, she had to wonder how they weren’t all dead yet, especially if she wasn’t the only one killing.

There was a lot of time she could have wasted trying to figure it out, but truth be told, Eureka didn’t have that kind of sensibility. Maybe she never would. She lived in the moment and faced what stood before her; she wouldn’t bother trying to figure out the future, as she had recently discovered the future could change in an instant. Not that she was complaining.

Her routine comprised of thus:

• - Waking up on the rooftop that she was turned upon. Why? Who the **** knew and who the **** cared. It was pretty, and she liked it.
  - Wandering back to the Dungeon, which Chad had gifted to her. Her very own dungeon! She never would have thought she would have a dungeon in her life.
  - Retrieving her weapons and hiking back to the Quarantine Zone. She liked to walk down past Rossi’s Bar, over the bridge, and leap over the water. It was easier than trying to leap over the wall.
  - Returning back to the Dungeon to sleep the day away in comfort and security. Like a well-trained dog.

So there she was, crouched behind some couch or other in this odd lobby where people still served drinks and sold contraband blood packs; where there was an office and a computer and a whole bunch of modern ****. Even electricity! She’d even explored the upper levels, to realise people lived here. She supposed it would make it far easier to hunt, if she lived here. But she didn’t.

Peering over the couch she aimed her gun at one of the nearby zombies; the bullet pierced its clothing and tore through the skin of its thigh, the flesh of which now hung loose over its knee. It came rushing toward Eureka who now leaned over the couch heedless of the danger she was in; the zombie got real close before she pulled the trigger of her shiny new gun again. The rifle bullet exploded through the zombie’s chest, and the creature stumbled backward.

With in inhuman shriek, Eureka then leapt over the couch; the gun dropped onto the cushions as Eureka tumbled with the zombie to the ground; her fingers lengthened into monstrous claws and she tore into the zombie until it was so shredded that it was most definitely dead. Her teeth clamped around the ear and tore it free from the head, and Eureka’s bluish green eyes were bright and gleaming with her triumph.

Except, then, her nostrils flared. She pushed the ear into one of her numerous pockets and retrieved her gun, slowly, though her irises were wide and she had assumed the quiet tenseness of a predator.

She could smell human blood. And, unlike a well-trained dog, Eureka couldn’t help herself around live human prey. She just… oh, she loved the blood far too much to ever let them live. The wounds she left as she tried to bite, over and over and over again, were normally fatal anyway. With Chad’s insistence that she keep this thing called ‘Masquerade’, she’d tried to avoid human crowds – thus why she came to the flats. She tried to drink only from the bland blood packs. But now there was a human where it shouldn’t be… and she started to circle the crowd of three, as if searching for a way in. For a way to take him. And eat him.

[Nerissa Clemming]

Nerissa exited the elevator and stepped onto the ground floor of Corvidae Flats, her rifle at the ready. Looking around she saw many people milling around, a few of them fighting zombies. Feeling crowded, she quickly left the building and took a deep breath. Being a vampire made her feel a lot more powerful and in control than she ever did in her life, but people still unnerved her. They are just like you now she said to herself, So stop hiding for once.

Unwanted memories started to surface and she shook her head to clear it. She looked around and saw a zombie to the left of her. Steadying her aim she fired, hitting the zombie in the shoulder. It grunted angrily and charged at her, arms outstretched.

Nerissa nimbly jumped to the side and fired a few more shot, but missed. She scowled and dropped her rifle and pulled out her runestaff and the zombie turned to face her. She swung hard and smacked the zombie's ribcage. The satisfying sound of cracking bones fill the air as she brought the staff down on the zombie's head. It fell to the ground and Nerissa grins triumphantly, her grey eyes shinning. She pulled out a small dagger and took the zombie's ear before picking up her rifle again and putting it on her shoulder.

Another one bites the dust she said to herself, Now to find another one. But before she could look around the sound of someone yelling Fatality reached her. Sounds like someone's having fun. She stared to go the other direction when another sound of someone screaming made her stop. So, I either go toward the victim or I go toward the victor.

Making up her mind she ran toward the scream, hoping to be able to show off her skills. She stopped short and looked around the corner, ready for a fight. Instead she saw three women standing around a teenage boy. One of the women looked intent on getting to the boy, a ravenous gleam in her eyes. Should have gone the other way, she whispered to herself, staying in the comforting shadows while she observed the group.

[Jaxon]

The sewers were nothing new to Jaxon. He’d been learning to travel via underground tunnels no sane person would ever venture into ever since he’d first stepped foot in this odd little town. He’d seen things no man ever had before – well that wasn’t entirely true. Whit at least was familiar with the odd things in this town. Odd things Jax was convinced were part of a government conspiracy. A few shared words on the town discussion forum had only made him more certain of that fact. The locals had told him there were at least two interesting government owned places he should probably avoid. Or, in his case, places he should check out. It had taken him weeks to finally find the right tunnels to walk before he’d discovered exactly the right passage.

In the meantime he’d discovered a lot of other nefarious places. Zombies were real. Mooncalfs, or Frankensteins as he’d dubbed them himself, were also real. Who knew what else was hiding behind the huge fence. It had to be good, if it was guarded like that. Though he hadn’t seen anybody actually patrolling the place, that didn’t mean it wasn’t watched. He had a camera in his messenger bag, along with all the other items he never left home without; a sketch book, a spare gun, spare ammo, spare knife, a change of clothes, and a peanut-butter and jelly sandwich safely contained in a Ziploc bag.

No time like the presence, he reminded himself, and climbed up and out of the sewers. His eyes adjusted to the light after a few seconds, but his nose didn’t stand a chance. He nearly gagged on the stench – so much worse than the places he’d been before. It was like death had layered upon death and nobody bothered to even try to cover it up with memorial flowers. Hauling himself up and onto the ground he took stock of things. It looked like the set of a post-apocalyptic movie, or maybe something off one of those violent games. Resident Evil came to mind. There were a few undead shuffling along the side of a building not far away, but as usual they didn’t come near him. He’d learned early on that attacked only if you drew attention to yourself. Which he didn’t have any plans of doing.

Back home he had a dozen pictures of the creatures already, so he didn’t bother pulling out his camera yet. He also had photos of the fenced off area from the outside. Jax tensed when he heard the sound of gunfire, and turned. Someone else had found their way inside – that couldn’t be a coincidence, could it? He turned and jogged slowly towards the sound, his own gun held in a loose grip at his side now that there was a possibility of danger. Whoever was shooting might need help. There was a creepy abandoned movie theater, and as he passed he made a note to go inside.

Soon enough he found the group, and slowed to a stop. He half-recognized two of the people standing there. Only a couple days ago they’d been in a much cleaner area – one of the net cafes if memory served him. He didn’t know the girls name, and it took him a struggled half minute before the mans name popped back into his brain. “Hey!” He called out, giving a wave as he slid his gun back into its holster. The dead zombie proved they hadn’t been attacked by anything that required help. Though the sound might well draw more to them. The creatures were all impulse and instinct. He jogged the last few steps and gave a lopsided smile, swiping a bit of sweat from his brow with the sleeve of his jacket.

“Didn’t think I’d run into anyone I knew out here.” He admitted with a dip of his head, and looked around. Now that he’d stopped he could better appreciate the creepiness of the place. It was silent, but for the shuffling sounds of the undead walking around. The smell was starting to not bother him so much anymore, though he still flipped up the top of his messenger bag to rifle in the tiny compartment he kept medicines in: bandaids, Neosporin, headache pills, and a container of Vaporub. Twirling the cap off, he dipped a finger into the gunk and smeared it under his nostrils. A deep breath inward and he relaxed with satisfaction. Much better.

[Aloisio (DELETED 6027)]

Kills his zombie as he stands over the body. He hears people talking has grand idea. Put his foot on the zombie chest and grabbed his right arm as tried to pull it off. Have move the arm back and forth be fore finally got the rotting arm free. Then he rolls the zombie over on it face, pulling out the dagger he had on him stabbing it around the spine, right under the Zombie rib cage. Reaching down with left hand and getting a good hold of the Zombie spine." Here goes noting" grunt little a pick the zombie up by it spine.

Aloisio leans down and picks up the zombie arm with his free hand." This will be funny as crap". Slowly creeping to were he heard the sounds of others coming form. it was not easy walking quietly while holding a zombie like shield. It took him a while everyone was paying more attention to small little guy that seem scared out of his mind.

Each of his step were slow and soft trying not to make a sound. Finally, he was close enough he could barely reach out and touch one of them. He was doing his best to not start giggling, cause this be would funny as crap. Slowly reaching out with the zombie arm while ducking him self around the corner of the hall. Stretching out his arm far as he could. Poor Jaxon was the closest one to him, reaching out and take the zombie arm an bleary touching the back of Jaxon head. Just enough to lightly touch his hair. When Jaxon turns around pulls the arm up and but it back down on his shoulder.

Aloisio is not holding the zombie body around the corner of the hall way.Then he yells out at the top of his lungs " Here's Johnny!!!". Make the zombie dance and little and throws the zombie at the group. Quickly ducks back around the corner. Lean back on the wall putting both hands over his mouth and bites his hand as he trying to not laugh. Even biting his hand, he still laughing so hard tears are rolling down his face.

[Seiji (DELETED 6165)]

Seiji jerked at the sudden explosion of a gun shot. Was he dead? He didn't... feel dead. A minute passed, and the teen finally dared to crack his eyes open. To his relief, he was definitely alive. And messy. Bits of blood clung to his coat, and when he drew a hand away from his cheek it came back crimson. Gradually, his gaze dropped to the corpse at his feet. Taking in the sight, he went stark white and scrambled back against the wall and upwards. That was a corpse. THAT WAS A CORPSE! He wanted to scream, but choked on it as the woman responsible for saving his life spoke in a carefree manner, as if she did this regularly. He could only blanch in response, accidentally ignore the offered hand.

Padded footsteps, a familiar voice making him jerk in surprise as Sil appeared. She too seemed oddly lax and comfortable, and after a short laugh at some unknown joke, was shoving a gun in his hands. It was fortunate the safety was on as he fumbled it, holding the thing with two fingers far away as if it might explode at any moment. Obviously he wasn't exactly familiar with live firearms, judging by his wide-eyed expression. "A-ah...but..." He swallowed thickly, staring at the weapon, then Sil with a lost expression. There were ZOMBIES here! How were they so casual?! His eye squinted a bit under the hair ruffling, mostly in an embarrassed fashion. Was he just over-reacting?

His gaze settled on the third female who'd joined them, crouching behind like some wild animal and looking at him like she wanted to eat him alive. His eye widened and he pressed back against the wall, gulping. His hands shook, clutching the weapon tightly out of reflex. The cold metal felt awkward in his hands and his grip reflected this, but he made no move to raise it. What was she doing? Was she a zombie too? She didn't look like one, but..

The sight of Jaxon came as a huge relief. A faint smile of such tugged at Seiji's lips, even though he jerked slightly in surprise. Again, it was a good thing the safety was on. A very good thing, or the teen would probably be lacking a toe right now. He tried to offer a greeting in return, but all that came out was a strangled squeak from Seiji's jumbled nerves. A little cough as he cleared his throat and tried again. "W-what are you all...Is this....a bad dream...?" His voice was pitchy and cracked every third word, and the creeping female was really starting to terrify the hell out of him.

His eyes dragged up to Jaxon, away from the corpse, only to lock eyes with another one, currently poking at his friend from behind. He froze in place for a second, then flung his hands up with a blood curling shriek, accidentally tossing the gun. Stepping back, he tripped, landing on the corpse of the freshly killed zombie from earlier. Another yelp as he tried to pull away. The weapon he'd thrown up by accident would have, for a second, seemed to actually hover in place if anyone bothered to glance, before falling back down. As Seiji started to de-tangle himself and sit up, the gun came down, bouncing off the center of his head and knocking his head back. His feet slid out again, and he landed on his back, side by side with the corpse, now covered in quite a bit of blood and looking like he'd just survived some sort of car wreck. Or maybe an Eureka feeding frenzy, if such a thing had ever been possible.

[Silhouette (DELETED 6077)]

Within the time it took for Silhouette to react to Seiji, a crowd seemed to have gathered. Of course it had. A human screamed in a place where vampires did their combat training. That would draw anyone's attention. Especially with Seiji's luck. The dark-clad woman, then the Jaxon fellow from the last time she'd visited Station Net, A vampire that circled them crouched for the hunt. Sil's gaze followed this one, she looked violent. However a jump scare sent Seiji reeling, throwing the gun into the air.

As she reached to catch it she noticed something odd... it- it was hovering? It cascaded down to meet Seiji's head and Silhouette shook the thought from her mind. Surely she'd just imagined that? Perhaps her vampire reflexes seemed to slow things down at times.

"Stay down Seiji!" she shouted as Seiji caught the gun with... she sighed mentally.. his head.

Silhouette's fangs slid threateningly and she hovered over but out of sight from Seiji, crouched behind where he'd fallen, ready to pounce on anyone who decided to get too Thirsty. It seemed that the threat was a prank from a very beefy man she swear she'd seen recently but wasn't sure. Her eyes, once clearing them as threats, searched for the crouching girl, primary gun and sword within reach, though given their size, she kept them as inconspicuous as possible.