[Carlisle's eyes flick up to Qubit, relieved to see him tossing the lock aside. He waits by the building for another moment before closing the gap between them, stepping over a spot of blackened, coagulated blood coating the sand.]
As all right as one can be when utterly disgusted. I thought briefly that this one would reach you.
[He looks down at the pair near the trailer doors, both bodies mutilated when they tore into one another. He lifts his foot to stomp one of the writhing corpses, to death, only to hesitate, then put his foot back down. Nope, can't bring himself to do that again. He'll deal with them the traditional way when he's not trying to wrangle as many of the undead as possible. The rest of the mob meanders toward him, several of them covered in the entrails of the one they swarmed; Carlisle's posture tenses as he steps back toward them.]
No no no, you lot wait over there. Away. I don't need you all here.
[They don't budge, all still staring blankly in his general direction. Carlisle glances over his shoulder toward Qubit, indecision in his eyes. He knows how to directly command them, clearly -- the question is if he should, given what happened last time.
He tries to focus his influence on the undead this time.]
Back away, and stay there.
[And with that, the undead do as told, their bodies slow to turn as they shuffle back toward the entrance to the Whole Foods. He looks back to Qubit, his immediate question clear in the look he gives his companion: Well?]
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As all right as one can be when utterly disgusted. I thought briefly that this one would reach you.
[He looks down at the pair near the trailer doors, both bodies mutilated when they tore into one another. He lifts his foot to stomp one of the writhing corpses, to death, only to hesitate, then put his foot back down. Nope, can't bring himself to do that again. He'll deal with them the traditional way when he's not trying to wrangle as many of the undead as possible. The rest of the mob meanders toward him, several of them covered in the entrails of the one they swarmed; Carlisle's posture tenses as he steps back toward them.]
No no no, you lot wait over there. Away. I don't need you all here.
[They don't budge, all still staring blankly in his general direction. Carlisle glances over his shoulder toward Qubit, indecision in his eyes. He knows how to directly command them, clearly -- the question is if he should, given what happened last time.
He tries to focus his influence on the undead this time.]
Back away, and stay there.
[And with that, the undead do as told, their bodies slow to turn as they shuffle back toward the entrance to the Whole Foods. He looks back to Qubit, his immediate question clear in the look he gives his companion: Well?]