thecircus | Music prompt meme!

This is an odd one, but still fitting.

You gave me a Pink Floyd song as a prompt, motherfucking doki man.

Sounds like the inside of Initiate's head, haha. Psychadelic voodoo madness + Warzones + Church. The start especially with the wind chimes gives a vibe of a fight oncoming.

War's on, they're hiding out in a place almost churchlike but not quite, readying for that opportune moment to charge into combat?

OR some crazy AU business where Mindy finds herself on Initiate's homeworld and he's helping her on away from his psychotic fellow soldiers?

Ir was not the Arena she expected: an old church, pipe organs and all, was only one piece of this backdrop of religious temples. There were many slabs of broken stone and marble strewn around them, evidence of a world long since abandoning its faith. But relics were left behind, as well as the remainder of what became of those that worshiped in the past.

For the moment, she and Initiate were huddled in a weathered amphitheater, far more exposed than they needed to be, and were facing down zombies. Not just shrugging, gurgling zombies, but fast moving, brain eating fuckers that were rising from the ground with faces like wax, twisting and bulging skins sacks that barely covered bone. It was the stuff of nightmares.

Then again, it was Initiate...and Mindy Macready with a gun. It was too early to count them out yet.

When he'd gone up the pipes, he'd closed his eyes and had already been at bracing for death. Since Charlie, everything's been tricky. It's been different. The thought of the cull, what once was easy, is coated all in a new layer of something he want again to touch. He thought right off he'd be killed and he'd readied for it.

But when he opened his eyes, it was the perfect mix of everything he needed. Their enemies were not each other, they were daywalkers. Daywalkers weren't people. They weren't even animals. And they were the furthest motherfucking thing from being tributes.

And the arena they were in? Churchyard after human churchyard. It's enough of old faith to put hope in him. Enough of a shameful disrepair to spark a small fire of anger. Just enough of each that, as all everyone around braced for the arena with a new found dread, he grinned wide.

He's got a pulled off bit of pipe for a weapon, dead blood already coating it. He's laughing hysterically and can't all help himself. He ain't fucking defenceless this time. With a joyous cry, he leaps forward, swinging the pipe to take out a head. Another is slammed into the ground until is crushed under his fingers. Just like old times.

"YOU EVER FOUGHT A DAYWALKER BEFORE?" He calls.

Braced for death? A little. But Mindy wasn't thinking about dying right now, that was certain. No, the girl's only mission now was to cause as much damage as possible. She had no qualms about killing the undead, no conscience she needed to worry about. She could see it in the Initiate's eyes too. If this was what they had to do, well, it was time for Mindy to break out Hit Girl.

It had been way too long.

The guns she started with first: this was to clear the way, specifically because zombies weren't expecting to get their heads blown off when there wasn't anyone around to do it. It also startled the other ones, considering their usual tactic of surrounding and ripping apart their prey. Mindy wasn't even going to GIVE them that chance, shooting two more and now the blade came out, curved like a scythe and going straight for their bodies, cutting them in half. The age old adage of going for the head she managed when she had the gun: up close, she could still hack them to death.

Well that was one way of working it, he thought as he watched her go between tearing through his own section. Mirth, but ain't nothing has made him feel quite so alive as killing the dead.

"Guess you motherfucking have," He laughs. He ain't need to tell her to take the heads off if all she's got it done already.

He ducks under a snarling thing and swings the pipe out from under. He spins like it’s a dance. And in that dance he brings the lead pipe down harsh. What a beautiful feeling. To take a creature apart with no qualm just like he used to.

Breathing hard, he spares a glance over their prey. “UP AHEAD! You see it? SLIP RIGHT IN THERE, WE CAN!”

It had been a long time since Mindy had the ability to let go this freely. The Arena was never her way to fight: they never let you have what you wanted and half the time you had to watch that you weren't going to fuck it up because of some random bullshit in the flora that caught you off guard. Here was open space, two glocks and a partner. HERE, this was perfect, and she'd revel in every minute of it. Even as fast as the zombies were, getting to Mindy's level was nigh impossible. She had the space, the speed and the agility to rebound after a particularly satisfying lunge.

Now she could let body parts fly and not be bothered. She let out a giggle, singing "Let the Bodies hit the Floor" under her breath.

"Gotcha! I'm on my way!"

He's not sure if he catches the song. He'd probably be amused if all he did. But he catches her laugh and echoes it with a high cackle.

He tears of heads and limbs with his hands. Oh why couldn't every arena be like this?

He leaps up with a theatrical sort of spin up over a couple more daywalkers-- proving just how legit his Carnival really was-- before swinging the pipe at them too. Finally, he flashes her a grin, and says, "Race ya!"

It had been a long time since Mindy had a moment where she could just let herself GO and she did, finding exactly how easy it was to come back to the place where Hit Girl lived, seeing people's shift of movement betray them as they learned how much faster than them she was. There went some hands, there went more heads, and now limbs were used to blind as she delivered the finishing blows, scraping and tearing and destroying any doubt in anyone's mind that Mindy had ever gone soft.

"You're gonna lose that one!" She called out grinning and letting one zombie stumble before she took its head off.

They surely look mad. A pair all up to their horns and lacking, up in the dead devouring. A pair what is laughing like it's all but a game-- playing like they is human children undoubting.

Well, he at least can attest to truth in his madness. Pancracks all on him as they are. He would neither judge nor be surprised if it held in her.

"MORE LIKE YOU'LL BE LOSING DIGNITY WHEN AS HE WIPES THE MOTHERFUCKING FLOOR WITH YOU!"

He's tall but he's lean. And even that all aside, his height ain't stop him at all from being fast. Motherfucker's get their say on to him no one your size has any right to move like that. Like a ghost. Like a motherfucking wraith unholy. Brings a smile to him.

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Likewise, Mindy found that when this happened, there was no longer being apart from her surroundings, now she was where she'd been a few year ago: hunting down scum and doing away with them. There was nothing here bur adrenaline, a flurry of movement and sound. This was, after all, what her dad had taught her, and what she'd learned from being in Panem too: that you didn't need to see to take out your enemy.

It was like the warehouse again, where death was all around her and her heart was beating hard in her chest. Blood pumped in her ears, but that nervousness only sat on top of surety, of loving that finality that was sure if she messed up. She worked best this way, and showed that in relish. She avoided a swipe in her direction and ducked grasping slicing claws: they were on the floor momentarily.

"FAT CHANCE! I'M GONNA BLOW THESE MOTHERFUCKERS APART!"

Oh, did she not mention the explosives? She was lobbing those at the handful starting to rush her. It'd be stupid to let them get too close.

Was he expecting explosives?

No.

No, he was motherfucking not.

He makes a leap as all not to be in the line of fire and, he has to admit, it throws him off a good minute in distraction.

"You know the fuck what, I ain't even going to bother up on the asking. BLOW THEM THE FUCK AWAY, SISTER. Just don't motherfucking shred me on with them!"

"Don't worry, I got this!" She yelled, and a minute later there were more strewn body parts, and that was JUST from the bombs. Now Mindy was in the thick of things, knocking heads off necks like they were sports balls, going so far as to make her spike on a stick something akin to a hockey stick.

"Goongala!" She yelled, grinning, but that smile didn't last long: there were more of the zombies coming, and some of them looked like they meant business.

Daywalkers look like they meant business? He didn't believe there was such thing. All what they's looked like was meaning for dining.

"NEED A FIRE, SISTER! These bitches gotta motherfucking burn as like Alternian sunrise!"

They need a spark, though fuck if he knew how they'd get.

"TELL HIM YOU GOT THIS TOO. Then give tell on them goongalas."

Essentially, daywalkers being hungry equated in Mindy's eyes to meaning business. Either way, they were being pretty persistent about causing her bodily harm. This was annoying.

"Then let's make these motherfuckers BURN!" A little aerosol, and a lighter, and once one of those bastard got well lit, she cut off the limb and was lighting the bastards up as they got close. Her hands would be pretty heavily singed had she not been wearing gloves.

"Gotta flamethrower?"

A flamethrower. Mirth, he hates those things. Last he dealt with one it was all being when as he got his arms burnt up and down. He'd been left to bleeding indigo and crispy blackness up until he died next. He'd like not to do that again.

It's probably stupid to be on looking around but he does and what do you know, Messiahs supply. He can see an abandoned bit of something just over that hill there. A little bloody like whoever got to having it didn't have it for long.

"WOULD YOU BELIEVE IF AS HE DID? Lead 'em this way, I think we got something!" And he changes course for that flamethrower, battering the dead out of the way until he can dive in for it. He hauls it up and says, "CAN A SISTER CATCH?"

Can she catch? A few scattered zombies later Mindy is flipping like a pro, leaving the in a disarray. That knew she could run, but they did not expect the girl to be this nimble, this full of life that a direct attack was only leading to more parts on the ground than any around her throat or chomping on her tender flesh.

"Toss it!" She yelled, once she was free.

He spares the quickest of mock bows. "As all a sister dost wish."

Then, he hauls it high-- light considering the strength in his blood but not actually all that light for truth. No matter, he trusts she'll deal as all she needs.

He tosses it.

Mindy was no football player, and God knew that she hadn't been in school enough to play in gym. What she WAS good at, thankfully, was maintaining her cool under pressure and steeling herself when the time was right. The zombies were gaining and would be upon her in an instant, so a miss could mean they could overtake her fast. So, that in mind, she stopped quick and saw where the flamethrower was going. She adjusted her distance, saw it fly...and caught it easily.

Which was good, because they were mere feet from her now. She put on a small burst of speed until the object felt right and ready in her hands, then made to look as if she stumbled. The zombies saw their chance.

"NOPE, FUCKERS!" She roared, and let the flamethrower's power loose, torching the ones closest and startling the others. Her fists felt that tremble of heat and knew her knuckles might be slightly singed, but she was moving forward slowly, getting as many as she could.

The show is goddamn incredible. This was the kind of strifing what was up in Messiahs' praising. A perfect symphony and dance and bursting of miracle and destruction all the same. It was amazing and beautiful and he was goddamn impressed.

He's quick to rip the heads and limbs off quick of them daywalkers what are closing in. He rushes it all, and why? Well, he's got at to give proper applause don't you know.

The blood on his hands smacks as he claps on. He offers a whistle and a whoop, then followers after. He's still got a bet to win, afterall.

It's not escaped her notice that Initiate was still challenging her, anymore than knowing that her life could be, with the wrong step, in very real danger. Mindy, however, was in her zone, at her canvas. This was what she was trained for, and once you were in that place, it was a dance with steps you knew instinctively. You slashed here, cut there, picked up a head and bludgeoned one other zombie with that.

In little time, both of the warriors struck fear in their attackers. Mindy was still beheading and severing limbs with the quickness, of course.

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The church setting!

The church setting! With zombies! Heck yes!

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Re: The church setting! With zombies! Heck yes!

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