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[AND ONTO THE PLANE COMES OUR ERSTWILE HERO, SHAMBLING ABOUT IN AN APPARENT DRUNKEN STUPOR AS HIS ZOMBIFIED REMAINS FIGHT THE POWERFUL URGE TO DEVOUR ANY AND ALL WHO APPROACH HIM]

Shut the bloody hell up you fuckin' loon!

[CRIED OUR HERO TO THE SKY, SHAKING A MIGHTY FIST AS GENERIC HEAVY METAL (TO BE DETERMINED BY DERO WHENEVER SHE GETS HOME) BLARED IN THE BACKGROUND, LENDING WEIGHT TO HIS HEAVY THOUGHTS]

I said shut it! Oi!

[WRACKED BY THE OVERWHELMING URGE TO FEED, OUR HERO FALLS TO HIS KNEES, CLUTCHING A STOMACH GROWLING FOR THE FLESH OF THE LIVING, CURSING THE WORLD FOR HIS PLIGHT]

I said shut up, you damn div!

[MEANWHILE, CHEETAHS ARE HUNTING THE STREETS OF HIS BELOVED MANCHESTER, SEEKING OUT WARM BLOOD AND FLESH. CAN OUR HERO OVERCOME HIS OWN INSATIABLE NEED, OR WILL HE BE HAVING DESERT -- WITH HIS DI AS THE MAIN INGREDIENT? AND WILL HE EVER STOP WASTING BULLETS SHOOTING AT THE SKY?]

[ooc; The long-awaited Manchester zombie post! Sorry for the delay, folks. Have fun tagging zombie!Gene and making up scenarios with the cheetahs still in Manchester. Also: I will be tagging slowly, as I am posting this from work, so have fun amongst yourselves. And oh yes, the narrator is BRIAN BLESSED so, those who can hear him? Have fun.]

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Mmm, no.

Yes.

Too bad, Mr. Hunt. Technically, you are still in my employ - thus I can't keep away from you.

You lost my business the moment you kidnapped me you piece of shit.

Then your team is no longer safe, Mr. Hunt. [he grins politely] How long do you think it'd be before I found where every one of them lived? Oh, certainly, you're allowing me to live in Manchester, and I am playing by your rules, but that could easily change. Think very carefully about it. The only thing keeping Manchester safe from me is our deal.

[oh, that was the wrong thing to say. I HOPE YOU LIKE BROKEN NOSES, MASTER cause you're getting punched]

Don't you ever threaten my team, you lousy piece of shit!

[and his nose is busted! goddamn. and black blood oozes from it. the Master steps back, eyes almost entirely black] Then you had better think about what you're doing before you back out on our deal, Mr. Hunt! Turn your back on it and you will find every single person who works for you dead!

You touch anyone on my team and you'll be lucky to be able to move, you right bastard.

You either work for me, or I kill them and anyone else in my way!

You wouldn't dare!

Don't try me, Mr. Hunt! You know that I would, and with little hesitation! Each and every death would be on your head, as you could have prevented it!

[Goddamnit, Master] I'm not betraying my city to you.

[there's a growl in his voice] You'd betray nothing. In fact, you'd be taking measures to keep a known madman and killer from harming the people in your city; from harming your team.

But rest assured, if you cut your ties with me, you will regret it, and I will be certain of that.