Dead zombies litter the ground (at the library -- yes, still)

[prof-methos.livejournal.com]

The first wave seems to have subsided. Methos lowers his sword so the tip is touching the ground. Bloody streaks down the outside of his sweater.

Small puddles of flame flare here and there mark charred zombie bodies.

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[2ls-in-oneill.livejournal.com]

"Yeah, I'm just all... y'know? My blood's all pumping and everything and my brain knows exactly what to do but my body... I hate being a teenager dammit. Heh, lookit that I'm not usually all talky like this..."

Jack exhales a shuddery breath and a shiver rolls through his spine.

[valentine-tart.livejournal.com]

"Coming down. Not good. I'm never scared when it's happened. Mad as a wet cat. Bossy, bitchy, threaten people. Afterwards..." She shakes her head, blinks like she's trying to clear her mind. "Talk is good. Helps."

She'd thought she was trying to comfort Jack, but maybe not so much.

[2ls-in-oneill.livejournal.com]

"I'm not scared, I'm just... I've been doing this for--" Jack catches himself and suddenly feels like a cradle-robber. Makes a mental note to ask Beka about the age thing. "A long time. But this body isn't used to it so it's freaking out.

Do you have any idea how creepy it is to shake this hard when you're perfectly calm and even kinda blah?"

[valentine-tart.livejournal.com]

"No. I didn't think you would be scared. Just wound." She puts a hand on his arm. "I don't shake. I get hyper-tense though."



(OOC: He can ask Bek, but I doubt she'd care. Don't know for sure, but one of the things she'd be bound to like about him is his maturity level.)