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Godric's inhuman speed and his poor tablet have never mixed very well. It turns on in mid-air as it goes flying, landing just in time to catch the image of Godric's blur passing by a small crowd of zombies. Godric abruptly stops in a crouch next to the broadcasting tablet as the zombies fall behind him like dominoes, gore spilling from their heads onto the ground where they land.

From a visual perspective, it looks as if the zombies' brains have suddenly and inexplicably exploded at Godric's passing. But a quick glance at the blood covering Godric's hands and forearms tells a different story. Crushing skulls with your bare hands; it's a vampire thing.

The tattoos on Godric's arms and torso are stark against his skin, his shirt discarded as soon as it became apparent this would get messy. With fangs displayed, he makes a positively savage picture, but the expression on his face is calm. Noticing the tablet, he politely detracts his fangs before picking it up and rising to his feet to speak.

"It seems our hamster friends have done something foolish again," he says rather dryly. "I hope those of you who haven't taken it upon yourselves to fight are remaining safe. Sookie, Mister Stackhouse, are you both well? River, Dawn, Kaylee? Should anyone need assistance who does not have it, you need only ask.

"Eric, where have you gotten to? Faith is just behind me; we're heading for Wilde."

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These things have infested the area around Fangtasia, so I've been doing some exterminating. [He grins wickedly, clearly enjoying the chance to kill something.]

Godric smiles. "Good. We'll meet up with you later, or you can come to us if you finish there."

Godric seems strangely content. There's something cathartic for him about killing people who aren't real. A satisfaction of natural urges that doesn't conflict with his philosophy, perhaps.

[ sookie's well aware of how damn protective vampires can get, so she turns her tablet on visual instead of voice. she's still holed up in her house, and she's obviously unhappy (but unharmed) and the shotgun leaning against the couch is clearly being put to good use. ]

Doin' fine for now, Godric.

I can find you now, if you like. It's died down a bit here and Fangtasia no longer seems to be completely overrun.

[He looks around, taking note of the few zombies that he hasn't completely mutilated yet.]

If my business suffers because our hamster friends thought zombies were a good idea, I will not be pleased.

Edited 2011-02-16 23:17 (UTC)

A previously unnoticeable line of tension fades from Godric's expression as Sookie answers. Faith and River are fighters of the highest caliber, and where River is, Dawn and Kaylee are likely not far behind. He was worried slightly less for their safety than for Sookie's, so this is reassuring.

"Good. Is your brother with you?"

"Perhaps a celebratory gathering at Fangtasia will be in order once this is finished. That should make up for any business lost." And if there are no celebrations after vanquishing the zombie hoards in the movies, that's only because in the movies, the humans almost always lose. But in the movies, they don't have Slayers and vampires.

"We're heading for the thick of it now. I'll save some for you."

[ with a worried purse of her lips, sookie shakes her head. ]

No, he's off... somewhere. I called him, earlier. If he knows what's good for him he'll let me know he's fine as soon as he sees the message.

"I'll keep an eye out. In the meantime, be safe. Don't hesitate to call me if you need help." He knows better than to say 'me or Eric', but that's actually what he means.

That should more than make up for it, I'm sure.

[Eric looks over his shoulder at the last trickle of zombies that have stupidly remained in his territory and grins again. When he turns back to the tablet, that killing spark is back in his eyes.]

Excellent. I'll catch up with you soon.

[ooc: I'm down for threading Godric, Faith, and Eric butchering the hell out of some zombies if you are. :)]

I'm sure I'll get by just fine, but thank you.

[ COUNTDOWN TO ANGEL RESCUE IN FIVE, FOUR, THREE... ]

There's a thrum of a truck's engine in the background as Jason replies. "Dunno if I can talk right now, Godric, but I'm ok. Tryin' to get out of Wilde myself."

Good. Your sister is well, but concerned for you. You should call her as soon as it's safe to do so. In the meantime, should you need any assistance, I'm not far.

Ok, I'll do that as soon as I can. Where are you?

[ Somebody's been busy working, sounds like... ] I'm alright for the moment. 'Bout to track down River.

Damon's taking advantage of the chaos in Taxon to get some stress out via wanton slaughter. He has a gun just in case he runs into anyone he's currently pretending to be human with, but they're all clustered together in the less infected districts by now. Damon, on the other hand, heads purposefully for anywhere overrun with zombies, ripping out hearts as he goes.

He hears Godric before he sees him; curiosity overwhelms the instinctive desire to find new hunting grounds, and he finds a wall to lean against and just watch. When a suitable break comes, he starts to clap; slowly and sarcastically just because he's not comfortable showing genuine admiration, but he can't quite hide the interest in his voice.

"The Italian judge gives it a 9.5."

I'm headed into Wilde with Eric and a friend.

Be careful. Are you armed?

I'm... [ dawn pauses, considering. ] Okay for now, but on the trapped side.

[ It takes her a few seconds to reply to that one. ]

Kinda...got enough around I should be able to grab somethin' if I need it.

Damon's arrival isn't a surprise as such, but the scent of the undead is so concentrated in this area that the scent of vampire is less noticeable. (Let's all take a moment to be thankful that vampires don't smell as pungent as zombies.) He notes Damon's presence as a non-threat, but doesn't really take him in consciously until the clapping begins.

"And what qualifies you to be a member of the panel?" he retorts, sounding faintly amused. Godric is hardly insecure about his technique, so he takes Damon's comment, however sarcastic, as the compliment it was intended.

"Money, what else?" He takes a mocking bow, keeping his eyes on Godric's face while he does it. "Dear old dad had to be good for something." 'Other than a meal for Stefan', he nearly adds, but there are some lines that even Damon won't cross lightly.

"Having fun?"

They got the animals. Only the birds are safe.

[ whispered right next to the tablet microphone. she doesn't sound particularly frightened about that, just despondent and quiet. ]

Katherine doesn't know Godric, though Godric likely knows about Katherine thanks to Stefan's heads-up when she arrived. As she stares at the feed, it becomes apparent this youthful killing machine is a fellow vampire - and judging by his speed and dexterity, a very old, experienced one. Possibly older than she is, and that thought gives her an uneasy pause. She says nothing, a small frown knitting her brows together as she contemplates this revelation, not really realizing the feed is currently open to both ways.

Kaylee... River is quite capable of defending herself if need be. I understand you want to find her, but it may be safer for you to stay where you are.

Trapped where?

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