Stay Dead, Fred [OPEN]

[Robin Jarvis]

Robin watched the man's quick movement.

"Sir? Is everything alright?"

[Jack Frost]

"Yes, yes everythings fine," Jack insisted "You were saying?"

[Robin Jarvis]

"Well sir, if you can tell me when and where I may pick up the remains of your dearly departed, I can arrange to pick him and begin making the coffin to his size. Along with the safety bell, once I have checked the necessary permits with the city."

Jarvis began to slowly close the books and put them back in his desk.

Something tells me this man is more than he appears to be. he silently inhaled the man's scent Something is definitely different about him.

[Jack Frost]

"Yes, that'll be wonderful thankyou," Jack nodded, sparing a glance behind him again, he narrowed his eyes and put all senses on high alert.

What was going on?

[Sir Peter Mantis]

While Mantis swirled his fine oak whiskey in the back of his rolls, the building he left behind him exploded with screams. From the outside windows were covered with slashes of blood from within. As the carnage continued from room to room the screams became less and less until just one remained, and then even that one ended.

Slowly a new sound bean to come from the building, the sound of an unearthly moaning. From the building emerged a freakish gray/green skeleton. It's bones had bulged and stretched to form a strange bio-armor. Behind him the moaning grew as a hundred or so figures massed behind him. As they followed the bone creature into the street the afternoon sun revealed them to be creatures that should never have existed. Their flesh had rotted at an alarming rate and dark blood poured from various wounds on their bodies, some of them spit bubbles of blood from their mouths whiled they moaned. All of them wore marks made by teeth and fingers, mostly from the undead walking behind them.

Once the zombies had exited the building, the skeleton warrior raised his fist in the air and pointed down the street. The wave of rotting flesh surged around him towards their destination.....The funeral home a few blocks away....

[Jack Frost]

Jack thanked Jarvis and then collected his coat and walked outside. He sniffed the air and then closed his eyes and grunted in disgust.
"What is that?" He wondered, then he started to hear moaning and stomping "What is that?" He asked again.

He looked down the street, and then his eyes widened in shock.
"Oh ... that's what it is?" He said.

[Robin Jarvis]

Robin had retreated to the upper floor of his offices. As he was filling out the schedule book he smelt more than heard the happenings down the street from the half open window. He popped his head to look.

"Oh my."

[Sir Peter Mantis]

The once living humans turned the corner like a huge wave cresting a beach, momentarily stopping before regrouping and coming back stronger. The strange skeleton warrior stayed behind them, out of sight and seeing through their eyes like huge hive queen using her workers.

<Find him!> he screamed into their rotting brains <Find that mongrel and bring him to me!>

[Marcel Labat]

As Marcel was heading home after defeating the feline Orphnoch, he heard something. Something that was just wrong.

He ran, then he saw the wave of corpses. He didn't quite understand what was happening, but he had to do something as a Kamen Rider.

He withdrew his Arms Driver and placed it on his waist. He pressed his ring and pointer fingers into the holes, creating his belt. He pressed the central button with his middle finger and then threw his arm out, snapping his fingers.

"Henshin!"

Light, and then he was armored. He raced at the zombie things.

[Robin Jarvis]

From his window he saw a flash then a an armored figure racing towards the undead mass.

"Hello. Lancelot rides to battle." his voice was neutral but he couldn't help letting a little bit of admiration leaking into his words.

Jarvis turned from the window and bound up the stairs to the attic and headed straight to the rooftop window, throwing his suit jacket before walking out on to the ledge. His fur covered belt had appeared once his walked out.

For a brief second a howl echoes through the streets.

[Marcel Labat]

Marcel fired a few times, but wasn't sure if his brief shots were doing much damage.

Then he heard the howl and stopped.

"That guy..." He said, drawing his daggers. He raced forward, slashing into a few of them and pushing on, kicking some aside, just trying to do whatever damage he could.

[Jack Frost]

Minus his Orga Driver Jack couldn't do anything but watch the two riders duke it out. Bhargest must have been the funeral director, an enemy of the Hellfire Club. And that would make him a powerful ally.

[Robin Jarvis]

Barghest landed among the undead an whipped out in a cartwheel kick, sending body parts and undead flying. As soon as he destroyed one several more took it's place.

Those around Marcel were cut to bits but still they continued to crawl forward by any means necessary. Both of them were able to keep the things at bay but their efforts could not stop the wave moving around.

Robin spun his way through the crowd towards Marcel kicking and biting where he could. He threw himself over the last wall of undead, landing behind Saber, so they could fight back to back.

"Well Lancelot, funny seeing you here." spin kick "Glad to see you lost the dead weight." punch takes a head off.

[Marcel Labat]

"It's 'Arms' now, not 'Sabre'." Marcel said. He pulled his firearm and fired some energy bursts into the crowd, "Dead weight?" He questioned.

[Robin Jarvis]

Robin halts for a second and watches the shots take some body parts off, doing significant damage.

"Nice, very nice."

Robin jumps into a wide round kick clearing a circle among the dead for himself and Marcel. The attack knocked the surrounding undead down like dominoes, it hadn't destroyed merely stunned them. Both Marcel have a complete view of the street, revealing the skeleton warrior from before (And Frost if he stayed around to watch).