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 Posted: Sat Mar 01, 2014 3:23 pm
i'lltrycodingL I A M x - x M A E L W I N E
iholdnopromicestothecodethough⇥ the brawns lacking brains
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LOCATION: Streets nearing Library XX HEALTH: Incredibly hungry, otherwise fine XX COMPANY: Hatchet, Zach, Dylan, Emma
Keeping a little Zach steadily balanced, Liam was happily willing to oblige to any direction the group was taking. He was in a good mood, it lifted so easily. He was glad to be there, despite what the mood of others may have been. Zach was surely upset over the past events. This was understandable and entirely justified. Liam could really only help he could raise his own mood. He was no good at comforting others. It seemed as though they were going to be moving, however. Even if he could alleviate the kid of his troubled thoughts, there wasn't much time for it. Dylan was vying for his attention with a new request. Pushing a cart wasn't too difficult a task, was it? He could have told him to do anything and the chances were that he would jump to it. Thankfully, the guy didn't request wasn't something ridiculous. With an eager smile and nod, he did just as asked. It was a heavy weight. Dylan had warned of that. Pushing the cart didn't seem to put much strain on Liam and it was possible he may have had the ability to force it himself, but he would have been far slower. Working together gave them a better pace.
Liam marched on in a merry pace with his new group. He was sure the little buddy on his back was doing alright after some time. They were nearing the Library. It was in their sights, at least. Good enough for him. Nothing had jumped out at them or even tried to confront them. Nothing made a bump or groan. That was looking good. Or rather, it was. At Dylan's comment, Liam paused to see what "three" he had been talking about. Sadly, it wasn't three survivors. Since it didn't look like any one person from the group was concerned about their presence, Liam continued walking with the cart. The zombies hadn't come too close to them and may not have been a great, he assumed. He only really only attacked when he had to. They weren't causing anyone harm, he wasn't causing them any in return. If anything, instead of being bothered and focusing on the infected trio, he picked his gait up and urged his group to walk faster. The whole way, he was silent. From time to time, he reached up with a hand to pat Zach's shoulder as gently as he could manage. It was all he could do for the gloomy boy.
ooc: small posts seem to be normal for Liam (my apologies)
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Posted: Sun Mar 02, 2014 10:41 am
 
Location: outside > library
Condition: fine
Ema didn't know what to think of this group, but she kept her opinions to herself as they made their way to the library. The cart the guy's pulled really caught her attention, though. It rattled a little on the concrete which made her feel very uncomfortable, but that unease easily washed away as she wondered what supplies they had altogether. What was on the cart and what was inside that library Dylan had the keys to.
When Dylan spoke, Ema almost payed no mind. She glanced at the three zombies approaching the dumpster but made no move to come in contact with them. If they were avoidable, then she wouldn't take the time to kill them. That was always her motto. Let's just hope keeping those three alive wouldn't come to bite at their a** later. That'd be regrettable.
"Yupp, just like how I remembered it. Unapproachable." Ema commented as they finally reached the library.
She never did like the place because books and studying were not her thing. Even when the building was nice and clean in its glory days, she still found it terrifying. Now look at it. Trash heaped the entrance and the windows are all boarded up. The tall structure was intimidating and looked like it could fit hundreds of people inside. She'd been inside the library once and knows how large it is.
"You sure he hid out here?" She said with a hint of doubt in her voice. "Did he have a group? Are they in there waiting for him?" of course she was thinking cautiously. People trick each other in order to survive, so she wasn't going to take any chances with this Alexander guy if he planned to lead them here for easy kill. Of course he died saving Dylan, but that could've easily been a mistake.
I don't like this. Ema thought to herself and was chilled to the skin just imagining what laid ahead of them. A big place like that must have zombies hiding around rooms and corners. I'd be damned if I died in the library--of all godforsaken places to die in. But despite her reluctance to go in, she followed Dylan and the others anyway.
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Posted: Sun Mar 02, 2014 8:02 pm
 E S M A I x "E M" xL E S U R E
spacespace☠ the awfully lucky foreigner
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LOCATION: City StreetsXX HEALTH: Alright XX COMPANY: Varyn
Esmai was quick to try to forget what disturbing event she had witnessed. Well, really, all these passed events were disturbing. The whole situation she found herself was disturbing. Everything felt so surreal and distant, despite how it was constantly making itself known and clear. She poked her arm, on top of the gauze. That was real. That hurt. She hadn't forgotten that it did cause pain. Everything as a whole, however. Zombies everywhere. Radiated zombies, at that. What was she supposed to make of the situation? She couldn't entirely comprehend that the world had ended. That everything had ended and it wasn't coming back. People were out of her reach and she'd never see them again. It may have been for the best that she didn't fully comprehend such thoughts. She might enter some form of severe breakdown. She depended so greatly on order. Her eyes remained downcast as she mulled over what had happened so far on her first day. She hardly even noticed Varyn slowing until he was at her side. She was tempted to just turn her head entirely away from him. She didn't want to look like a total sensitive marshmallow. That wasn't working and she knew it.
She directed a confused a look at him after his comment. He seemed to be the one breaking the silence lately. She never asked him to, but she appreciated it. A lot. Even when she had no idea what the meaning behind his words were. Of course there was something not right with the city. There were walking corpses literally everywhere. She waited for an explanation to the second meaning in the remark. He didn't explain what exactly else was wrong, he continued about leaving. She nodded as if she understood. That part she guessed she did. It was almost hope inducing to hear herself included in his escape. She was aware he could take off at any moment and that scared her. Esmai would love to have more company as well. Did he want them? He was obviously the person who wanted solitude. She didn't get time to wonder if he even wanted a group before he made an even more cryptic statement. Her eyebrows furrowed. Something told her that he wasn't shedding any light, even if she asked. She huffed at faced forward again. Fine be it.
Another zombie then stumbled in the way of the duo. Clearly, this one was different. It had to be. She knew not only by it's malformed features, but how her friend reacted to the sight of it. Varyn didn't shoot it on the spot, choosing to grab her and pull them both out of it's vision. Was it vicious? Would it tear them to shreds with it's elongated mouth and dropped jaw? It seemed gangly, but Esmai didn't underestimate it. Whatever this bone-baring zombie could do, she wanted none of it. She was easy to lift. Hell, she was knocked over by wind if it was strong enough. Even with her bag. She froze up and held her breath silently. Her breathing didn't start again until she could hold no more and they were moving as stealthily as possible. The monster was staggering behind them, but was slower than they were. They dodged into an alley then away from the zombie. Esmai lost their route but reckoned they were still taking the original direction. Destination unknown still.
Just as expected, Esmai didn't anticipate that after turning around a building Varyn would walk in front of her. She kept walking and bumped into him softly. She uttered a small apology, hardly over a whisper, as she took a step back. Once again, she was confused. She looked up to him with her head cocked to the side. She awaited his reasoning that never came. His head swiveled in all directions, but she didn't feel he was scanning the area for danger. Correct her if she was wrong, but might he have been looking for something specific? She looked as well. He was still blocking her path. He didn't specifically say to stay quiet and she didn't feel danger. She in turn tried to peek around him just to know what was happening. Whether this was successful or not, she eventually did get to see what he had been blocking her from. She paused before it all registered, then focused solely on the man who was clearly never a zombie to begin with. His condition was revolting. He was a person and she could tell right away that he hadn't been dead for long. While she had been sympathetic to men and women shot down before, seeing someone unaffected by mutation and infected laying on the floor hurt her. So much more. He had been a survivor, just trying to struggle and live like she had. Like anyone else. He couldn't make it. Nobody saved him. This man was a stranger and Esmai had never seen him once before in her life. She didn't know him and had no connection to him, but she was the kind of person who loved everyone. This didn't help how she reacted to the sight of this torn up man who's name she didn't know. She wanted to cry, honestly. The edges of her lips twitched downwards. Better judgement told her it wasn't the time to be emotional over a total stranger. As a distraction, she shifted her gaze to the hulking mass of zombie that had caused the end of that man. Another Brawler? Varyn had finished his inspections by the time she moved on to the zombies. She didn't spend nearly half the time he did on them. She saw the large one, hide littered with deep gashes. She couldn't tell if a zombie had attacked it or not. She didn't want to tango with what had hacked away into it and brought it to it's end. The next zombie was thin. It hardly looked dangerous, but had been bashed to death anyways. Whatever had killed the Brawler did not kill this thing. Looking over it, she blurted the first of an array of questions. It seemed the time to be asking. "What are these called? And the one we saw before, with the bones showing?" She waited for the answers to these. She expected he would at least explain that, if not the previous mysterious message. He owed her neither, but she would appreciate it.
Afterwards, she backed away from the scene, her tone turning solemn. She wanted to start walking again, just to keep moving, before she continued with her last questions. It seemed a bit off-topic. "Are zombies sentient? Are they aware of what they're doing? Why are they doing this? Do they feel remorse or pain?" They all came in a string. With these inquiries, she shouldn't have expected he would know the answers. He knew a lot about the zombies, mutated and not, so she thought he may have the best guess.
ooc: In his defense, everything is confusing for her these days >< No problem!
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Posted: Sun Mar 09, 2014 3:41 pm
Dylan Reynolds
☢I'm Not Hiding, I'm Living:☢ In the City Streets
☠Group:☠ Liam, Zach, and Emma.
☠Get Pumped:☠ Get Inside.
☠I Hate Thinking:☠ I don't have time for this...
☠OOC:☠ ((...))Ah, hell. Forget the zombies. Now was a time to just get inside. The big guy was still silent, Emma was still going over anything that could go wrong, but at least the kid was quiet. What a weird group. "Yeah, this is the key to it right here. Oh nah, Alex wasn't staying with anybody. Besides, he saved my life and was freakin' surprised to see any other people." He answered all of Emma's concerns easily and quickly, not wanting to wait for the zombies to reach them. He was glad that the big guy was still pushing the cart despite the zombies, but he was also surprised at just how exceptionally strong the guy was. He had no doubt that this blonde-haired kid could push the damn thing himself. Oh well, it didn't matter. They made great time.
Dylan grabbed the keys out of his pocket and slid them into the door. He carefully unlocked it and wasted no time on opening up the door to reveal an empty library. There were very few supplies left, but everything was nice and tidy and clean. The teacher had really kept everything very well during the crazy times. He smiled and then helped push the cart inside. Once everyone was inside, he closed and locked the doors. Once that was done, he let out a slow exhale and ran a hand through his hair. "First off: Thank you for coming with us Emma. Second, thanks for stopping with the waterworks kid. And... Liam, thanks for killing the crap outta that big zombie that killed Alex. I'm actually surprised you could kill that damn thing. Oh yeah and the cart, thanks for helping with the cart." He looked around and saw that everything seemed orderly.
"Okay, we need to come up with a plan." he said, looking around at everyone. "So why don't we all eat a little something and try to brainstorm?" He took a granola bar and a bag of peanuts, then a bottle of water. He then sat down and ate slowly, mulling over some ideas in his head.
[[OOC: SORRYSORRYSORRYSORRYSORRYSORRY. This is gonna be real bad like this for a bit but I'm trying I promise!]]
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Posted: Sun Mar 09, 2014 4:12 pm
Location: Outside the Park
Survivors Affected: Liam, Dylan, Emma
Name: Zachary
Encounter Type: Companion
Danger Level: Low
NPC EVENT- Zachary Zach was scared about the zombies, but no one else seemed to be. He was confused and scared, but if Liam wasn't scared then he shouldn't be either. He still really didn't understand why the other boy had to kill Buddy. Buddy didn't hurt him, and didn't hurt Liam either. Buddy didn't really do anything. He sniffled but kept quiet, not wanting to make the new girl or boy angry. He felt the pat from Liam and smiled, feeling a bit better now that he knew the big boy wasn't mad at him. Soon enough, he started to drum on Liam's head with his frigid little hands, pretending he was playing with bongos. He still kept himself quiet and didn't hit very hard at all. Once they had gotten inside, the zombies seemed to just mill around out in front without much aim to what they were doing. It was almost as if they stopped following the survivors after they could no longer see them.
Once Dylan was thanking everyone, he felt a little better about being with the group. The boy wanted to say something, but he knew that being quiet was good too. Then he whispered to Liam, "Can I have one of those apples?" while pointing down at the small red fruit in the pile of supplies in the cart. He noticed that the other boy had started to eat, but not much. That reminded him of what his father had said. He spoke rather softly, but he tried to make it loud enough so that his suggestion was heard by everyone. "We should... we should ration the food. So... so we take only a little at a time and then it'll last longer." Then he hid a little behind Liam's head, afraid of some backlash or yelling.
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Posted: Sun Mar 09, 2014 10:43 pm
Location: City Streets
Survivors Affected: Esmai
Name: Varyn
Encounter Type: Companion
Danger Level: Low NPC EVENT- Mysterious Survivor It wasn't like Varyn to keep acting like this. It wasn't his duty to protect this woman, especially not emotionally. Hell, what happened to the trial-by-fire? He was a bit disappointed in himself for such a change in demeanor. Oh well. There wasn't really a thing he could do about the situation except for focusing on making sure they lived. He almost let out an annoyed laugh at the notion. He was no longer thinking for only himself. If this got him killed, he'd be pissed. That is to say, if looking for other survivors that weren't women got him killed he would be livid. After all, women were far more important to the survival of the human race than most knew. In fact, he only knew of two people who even knew that secret- and one of them was dead. As far as he knew, he was the last person alive to know the true nature of the infection, the world, the human race, and what it took to survive this apocalyptic nightmare. He was sure others must have some of the information but was very doubtful of their awareness and critical of their judgement in this time. After all, he had once been a helpless lost boy before Al found him. He shrugged off the thoughts and memories... yes, they were memories, weren't they?
He was quite pleased- and surprised- with Esmai's reaction to the whole morbid scene before them on the concrete. Two dead mutations and a dead survivor. It was a shame- the man had been doing so well on his own, too. No time for remorse. It was definitely time to move on and figure out where the other two had gone. He had known this particular survivor to hole up in the Library, and so he assumed that the two (or more) that he was with had probably retreated there as well. Checking the man's pockets, no keys were found. Certainly that was where these survivors were. He wondered if he had them documented or if they were people he had not seen yet. He was by no means new to the City and had been over every inch several times. Even so, this girl had managed to hide from him for all that time until she was stumbling around the streets. It was nice to see that she wasn't as much of a mess as she had been when he had first came across her. She had even shot some infected without being prompted to do so.
A voice- her voice. Questions. He nearly grinned behind his mask. She was getting a lot better, even asking the right questions. He followed her gaze over to the Stalker. At least she seemed to identify the mutilated mutation in the side of the building as a Brawler. She probably remembered their earlier encounter and was able to recognize it- that was very good. "That is another mutated infected. They're called Stalkers. As the name suggested, they follow humans around. This in turn tends to attract zombies toward the humans- both mutated and normal. That's what I'm figuring happened here." He took a pause to face her before answering her second question. He had contemplated telling her more about the Stalker but decided just to move on. "That tall one that was in the street earlier is called a Howler. When they see a human, they howl at the top of their lungs, calling all zombies towards where they are. It's best to let those ones alone unless you can silence them without drawing any attention to yourself." He contemplated telling her why these zombies acted the way they did, but then her next questions stopped him.
He stood there stock-still for a good minute as he contemplated telling her the truth about the infected. They way she had asked and the tone that she used did not give him confidence in her ability to handle the answer. For the first time in a long time, he felt terrible telling a lie. It was only blatant to him, but nothing in his voice or body language gave him away. "The only zombies that can be considered sentient are the Hoarders. They act like humans and gather zombies to a spot to kill survivors. Other than that, no. None of them are able to process a thought beyond punching, kicking, or biting... depending on the type of zombie." He added in quickly: "Hell, some of them can't even walk right." He grinned behind the mask, making the gesture useless. "The zombies are no more aware of what they're doing than a plant is about its existence. They're doing this because they're programmed to kill non-infected. It's just the way the virus works." So many lies... why did she have to ask so many important and perceptive questions. It would probably incapacitate her ability to survive if she knew any of what was real. "They can't feel jack. You can chop off their arm and they won't even know it's missing. On top of that, they don't have the brain capacity to give a damn about anything they're doing, let alone any more complex cognitive processes."
He began to walk off in the direction of the Library, waving her forward. "C'mon." he said calmly, "Let's go find some more people." He took his time walking stealthily through the streets, picking his way across the City until the Library was full in view. There were a few zombies milling around the streets in front of the large ornate building. He crept up to the first of the three and lopped its head clean off its shoulders, allowing it to drop to the ground with a dull thud. This caught the attention of the other two infected, one of which who turned around to watch its view roll and come into contact with the ground. Its body followed suit soon after while the other zombie swung out. The mysterious survivor ducked and parried with his blade, slicing through the undead's rotting arm. It tried again to hit him but he nimbly side-stepped the awkward attack. Another slice was sufficient to split the monstrosity in two and leave them with a clear path the the Library. As they approached, the survivor pointed to the door and looked to Esmai.
"Would you like to do the honors?" he asked, gesturing for her to step forward to the ornate double-doors.
[[OOC: Yeah this is ridiculous for me... I'm not used to posts being so darn late. :c]]
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Posted: Mon Mar 10, 2014 5:19 pm
E S M A I x "E M" xL E S U R E
spacespace☠ the awfully lucky foreigner
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LOCATION: Library EntranceXX HEALTH: Alright XX COMPANY: Varyn
Howlers and Stalkers. Esmai was lightly amused by their names. The way they were called was too simple. If she didn't know better, he would have thought he was making them up on the spot. Brawlers that brawl, Shriekers that certainly did shriek, Zombie Cannibals that ate anyone they saw, Hoarders that hoarded, and now these two? She initially responded to the two with a quiet snort before she continued with her serious questions. Howlers. They howl. Stalkers. They stalk. That shouldn't have been as entertaining to her as it should have been. She accepted the explanations and moved on, like he had.
His reaction to the next questions weren't terribly odd, but he did pause for a longer time than she anticipated. She wondered if the answer was something she didn't want to hear. Maybe he was considering how to word it? Was he going to coat it in sugar to make it easier to swallow? She knew she needed that, but she almost didn't want it. It didn't seem like him be that easy on someone, either. Or maybe it was. Lately, he was acting significantly... softer. He wasn't calling her out like he had when they met, at least. The air around him didn't seem as unwelcoming or frigid. In her opinion, it just felt lonely. Nonetheless, he was stuck with her now. By the time he started his answer, her eyes were firm on him. If she could have been, she would be meeting his eyes and listening for any sort of inflection in his voice. She was finding herself watching a mask instead. She didn't expect him to lie to her, so anything he said she simply took without hesitation. In all honesty, it was best to lie to her. If she knew the truth, she would never be able to cooperate in the current situation. She would balk at every encounter with infected. It didn't matter if one was charging at her with malice intent. She couldn't raise a finger to them, let alone a gun. If she knew they had conscious minds, she would even stop others from hurting them. She wouldn't just be a hindrance, she'd be a danger.
Since she was sure that they were mindless, minus the Hoarders, she shouldn't feel guilt in laying them to rest. She would be doing them a favor, wouldn't she? She didn't nod in response to his comments and her face didn't change. She continued to stare at him as he explained further. She sighed through her nose after he mentioned their understanding of pain. Esmai hadn't realized she was holding her breath that entire time. She had been expecting the answers something painful to bare. She couldn't say she was relieved, but he could have told her something much worse. Like the truth. Successfully tightening the wool over her eyes, they began to move on. She mentally confirmed what she had just learned to memory: Only one type of zombie was conscious. The rest were mindless. None of them feel pain. The virus that swept them away was designed to enforce all this and push them to attack all living lifeforms. This was what she was walking away with. She had assumed that all lifeforms were killed. She hadn't seen or heard one animal the entire time she was out. She certainly hoped they weren't able to be infected as well. Maybe zombies had just beaten them away. They could very well have been hiding outside the city, right? Right? That wasn't really relevant and she could ask about them later. She was eager to move her feet again.
She followed Varyn in suit and her expression lightened. New people sounded great. In fact, it was exciting. Slowly, a grin grew on her face. She dearly wanted to see faces that lived as well. The further they walked, the faster she could feel her heart racing. People were alive. Alive. It was killing her to walk to stealthily, to be slow. At times, she subconsciously walked faster than Varyn and passed him. She would then realize she shouldn't be leading, considering she had no idea where they were going, and slow herself to either walk beside or behind her companion. Luckily, she hadn't been forward when they came to three zombies stumbling about. They were hardly an obstacle for her friend, who sliced through them as if it was nothing. He didn't even get a scratch as he brought the trio to the ground with only a blade. Once they lay still, Esmai watched the large, grandiose, building before them. She tucked her hair behind her ears. She could almost say she was nervous as they approached.
Esmai flashed a wide smile at Varyn and nodded. "I would." She didn't know who she expected to see in the building, and despite knowing anyone she would recognize was at a large distance away, she couldn't help but imagine one of them might be in there. She pushed against the doors. They didn't budge. "Oh." She soon found that they were locked and she wasn't getting in. She paused to consider this. Before waiting for a response from Varyn, she knocked on the door. In hindsight, she thought she should have done that in the first place. The residents may have no appreciated a stranger waltzing into their Library. They locked the front doors for a reason. After politely rasping on the door, she waited for one of two things. For Varyn to act or for the survivors supposedly inside to.
ooc: I feel like I missed something in this post and will totally change it if I did
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Posted: Mon Mar 10, 2014 6:15 pm
  Loretta Degas & Xenia Manchezler  Loretta smiled as Nitori settled down next to her, happy to have the girl close to her. She ruffled the girl's hair affectionately as she settled into a comfortable silence. She noticed Cain kept glancing over at her and Xenia, as if they were going to try eating Nitori when his backed was turned. Which they didn't. They both weren't cannibals or zombies, as far as each of them knew. So Nitori as quite safe. Though Xenia didn't really seem to be giving off such a vibe. Every time he glanced at them she stared in his direction with a cold gaze. She wasn't too happy on being around so many people so suddenly. She did not trust these people, not even Loretta. She also wasn't looking forward to spending a huge chunk of time going to the mall with this crowd. She would much prefer to fight alone without the hindrance of others. As if sensing her distress Loretta turned to the woman on her other side and patted her shoulder in a comforting manner. Only this seemed to annoy her further and she shrugged off the hand lying on her shoulder. This seemed to disappoint Loretta and she turned away with a slight, childish pout. Since Xenia wouldn't talk to her then she would just ignore her as well. Not that Xenia minded one bit. Actually, she rather liked it when Loretta obviously made it know that she would no long communicate with the other woman by turning away from her slightly and not even acknowledging her presence. Good, one less idiot to deal with.
Since Loretta was no longer trying to strike up a conversation she could then listen to debate that was just starting. Everyone had something to say regarding the trip to the mall, offering up different solutions or ideas in hopes of helping. She didn't have much to offer. She wasn't here long enough to give much advice on what to do and she really just couldn't think of anything. Her brain refused to offer anything of importance, instead just lying dormant in her head as it did nothing but soak up what was being said by everyone else. Either way, what ever they decided she would back them up best she could. That's all she wanted, was to help. Then sleep. Because she was exhausted and she felt like whatever would happen in the next few hours deserved sleep once it was done. Thank goodness she could run on practically no sleep at all. She had pretty much gotten used to that. So, since she had nothing to say and decided that she would simply go along with what ever was decided, she pulled Nitori closer and rested her head on top of hers.
Beside a quiet and practically useless Loretta Xenia stared at each person as they all said what they felt needed to be said. She agreed with some things and disagreed with others but never said a word. No matter what they said she had this feeling that they were still going to the mall. Of course once everything was said her suspicions were confirmed. Theories that the virus could still infect you were shot down, the names of mutated infected were mentioned, and weapons were revealed. Among other small things. She wanted to mention that there were plenty of mutated that he had not listed that she knew of (though she was still learning of new ones, especially today) but said nothing. It was too far into the speech anyways. He certainly did know how to give a speech, she would give him that. When he finished, offering a vote, she glanced at a dozing off Loretta. She scoffed softly in annoyance and jabbed the other woman in the side with a finger rather harshly. She couldn't help that small amount of pleasure she felt when Loretta nearly left the ground in her small jump of surprise. Trying to mask the smile that threatened to creep onto her face, she pointed one finger at Wilhelm. "Pay attention," She hissed softly. There was no reason to be so mean but, hey, its Xenia. She's just made that way.
"Sounds fair to me," Xenia answered, loud enough to be heard. With her answer said she looked at Loretta, who still seemed to be trying to get over being jabbed in the side. She recovered quickly enough and nodded a yes.
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Posted: Mon Mar 10, 2014 7:30 pm
i'lltrycodingL I A M x - x M A E L W I N E
iholdnopromicestothecodethough⇥ the brawns lacking brains
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LOCATION: Streets nearing Library XX HEALTH: Incredibly hungry, otherwise fine XX COMPANY: Hatchet, Zach, Dylan, Emma
On the trip, Liam noted in the dullest sense possible that the girl seemed to be a worry-wart. She asked a lot of questions that weren't aimed at him or Zachary. The two of them remained silent during the exchanges. He listened to the short story Dylan gave Emma about the previous man who had saved his life. He sounded like he had been a pleasant guy. Had been. He wasn't doing much moving anymore, now was he? That didn't seem to faze Liam, however. So he kept trotting forward with the cart clanking beside him. He was entirely aware of the sound it was making, but it didn't occur to him that it could possibly attract attention, like it had to Emma.
The brainless brawns of the group began to smile again when his little buddy relaxed. He had nothing against becoming an instrument, even if he was going to be a percussion instrument. That was fine by him if it made Zach happy. His hitting wasn't in a violent manor and he was being gentle enough. It would have taken some stronger hits to bother Liam, anyways. Eventually the group made to their destination. The building was large and loomed over them more and more the closer they got. Liam sized up the Library before they entered. It was awfully big. On one hand, it didn't look too welcoming. On the other, there was nothing to make it look too menacing. So it was safe, he guessed. Dylan seemed to trust it enough. He could have, of course, been leading them right into a trap. Liam didn't know this guy. Still, he didn't doubt his motives.
It was pretty nice inside, he thought. No spooky scaries popping out. It was eerily void of human action. Since he was originally from this city, he'd been to many of buildings at one point or another. He'd definitely been to the Library a number of times. With each visit, the place was always hosting a number of people. He never stayed long enough to get to know the people who traversed in the place, anyways. He would usually only be there during an errand for someone else. He scanned the room over silently. Yup. They were the only ones there. He let the cart go when Dylan was content with it's placing.
He nodded at Emma when she was thanked. He agreed. She was going to be important he was glad to have this stranger-friend with them. He also agreed that it was nice that Zach was no longer crying. He tilted his head to try and smile at the kid. And finally, he was thanked, too. He responded with giving Dylan a thumbs up and a cheery, "No problem."
He half turned to Zach's whispering, then to the fruit he pointed to. That's right. He's hungry. They still hadn't found his father or dinner. Well, an apple was going to have to tide him over, wasn't it? The cart had a handsome amount of supplies. Nobody would miss an apple or two. He handed one up to Zach, then took another for himself. There was no way just one apple was going to satisfy someone of Liam's structure, but it was a start. Before he got to eating anything, Dylan was talking. The only two people in the room useful for brainstorming were him and Emma. Then Zach spoke up. In the middle of his sentence, right about the time he suggested rationing food, Liam's stomach interrupted him with a growl. It had impeccable timing. Rather than let it continue rudely gargle over the kid, he tried feeding it the apple. Someone else was going to have to answer.
Maybe by the someone who was knocking at the door.
ooc: hue! they aren't late at all, you're just very busy at the moment! tis okie dokie
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Posted: Wed Mar 12, 2014 6:48 pm
Location: library
Condition: fine
Yup, the inside looked just like she remembered it to be. The only difference is that the decor were all worn out and in need of serious cleaning. The library wasn't as luxurious as it was in its prime. That's just plain sad.
After they cozied up a bit to the idea of being indoors, Dylan went out of his way to boost the group's moral. Ema didn't know when it was she started to feel annoyed by such positivism. Maybe it started way back when people kept saying things would get better when in reality it wouldn't. Everyone was doomed to die a pitiful death. The goal was just to die in a less horrifying way--at least that's what Ema believed.
"Share those." she said as she grabbed a handful of peanuts from the bag without asking. "If you want a plan, how about food rations for starters?" Ema growled, completely oblivious that the little kid had quietly suggested it earlier. She was not in the greatest mood right now. For some reason, despite agreeing to tag along with the group, she felt ticked off.
She broke open the shell and ate the nuts inside. When someone started knocking on the door, she nearly choked. Zombies? The undead was her first guess, but she quickly waved the possibility away because no zombie would knock on the door in that polite-like manner. Ema swore that kids on Halloween knocked more viciously than that!
She rounded the corner and peeked slyly through the window blinds. Survivors. Two of them--a man and a woman. Who do they think they are coming here without even saying anything? This situation reminded her of neighbors who randomly drop by to ask if they could borrow a cup of sugar. The only difference now is that the neighbors could be potential threat to the household. Just one glance at the guy made Ema feel uneasy. He looked stacked. Dangerous.
Ema rejoined the group and shook her head. She made a shh sound as she put her finger to her lips. 'Don't open the door!'
she mouthed out. 'Unless you want to die.' and she made a gesture of slicing her throat using her finger as a pretend knife.
But really...what were those people doing here? Did they follow Ema and the others to the library? Are they friends of Zach and Liam?
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Posted: Wed Mar 12, 2014 9:59 pm
Location: Abandoned City
Known Survivor Population: 12
Season: Late Summer
Time of Day: Late Afternoon
Weather: Mild
Zombie Concentration: High in Specified Areas, Low to None elsewhere.
Known Mutated Zombie Population: 0
Danger Level: Very Low, but Rising
Multi-NPC Event Zachary didn't mind being ignored or not heard, but he was really nervous because the new girl seemed really angry and kinda mean. She took the new boy's snack without asking and yet he didn't seem to mind. The confused little boy looked to Liam, whose stomach growled fiercely out of hunger. It made Zach giggle a bit but he soon quieted as Dylan responded to Emma's inquiry. Dylan was going to credit the little kid, but Emma didn't seem like she was in the mood for pleasantries and team appreciation. He hadn't moved when she had swiped some of his snack and continued to munch on it, still in thought. "Yeah, that's definitely got to happen." He muttered through chews, "We can make it like a two-item rule per person per meal, two meals a day. That should make this last for a good while, ri-" He heard a rap on the door and Emma seemed to seize up like she had almost inhaled some of the food. She certainly was jumpy today. Zach's heart skipped a beat and he jumped a little before starting to involuntarily shake on Liam's sturdy shoulders. He let out an uneasy whine and then whispered, "L-Liam?" The boy was downright terrified and didn't know what to think or do. He slowly bit into the apple and tried to stop himself from making any more noise. Dylan's face hardened, wondering if the zombies had finally caught up to them.
Emma was the first to really react, heading over to the window and sneaking a peek outside. Dylan was about to whisper a question when the girl spun around and shook her head and gave them the silent gesture. He nodded and wrapped his hand around the bat by his side. He had stopped eating for the moment since he was concentrating on listening for any voices or movement. It seemed almost as time was slowing to a crawl. He read her lips with absolute clarity and looked over to the big guy and the boy. They seemed to be fine with being quiet for now. His eyes flicked back to the door. This was't good, and it might be enough to drive the kid into a full-blown mess of crying and screaming. Dylan slowly moved towards the window to get a look for himself.
The survivor waited for a voice or a noise or a movement. He cracked his neck from side to side, slipping the machete back into its sheath. His eyes caught a small movement in one of the windows. The blinds fell back in place. Someone had checked to see what was outside and now had the advantage. As he waited for some sort of reply or signal, he looked over at Esmai. He tapped her hand with one of his fingers to get her attention and signaled to the window in a quick and slight motion. He was certain that there was someone inside now- but how many was a better question. If they were mercenaries looking to ransack, they were probably outnumbered and outgunned. The survivor had left his newly acquired sub-machine gun back at the safehouse. He sighed, but made it inaudible. It wouldn't be good if Esmai got nervous. He was getting impatient, however. Then there was more motion by the window. He turned his head so that he was facing the window, and the figure jumped out of sight. They were being watched. That pissed him off. He took a few steps to the door and slammed his fist on it three more times, much more aggressive than the taps that Esmai had issued.
Dylan had moved over to the window and caught a glimpse of a slender girl who had seen better days and a tall mossy... bush? That was one of the most bizarre get-ups he had ever seen, but then the top swiveled towards him to reveal a gas mask of some sort. He pulled back from the window in surprise as his heartbeat raced. He swallowed a hard lump forming in his throat and turned back to Emma, Liam, and Zach. Everyone was still quiet, but he knew he had been seen. The man could not have not seen him... there was no way. A frown tugged on the side of his lip before three loud hits on the door echoed through the quiet and empty Library, causing him to freeze in place. He could feel pinpricks of sweat forming on his neck and saw Zach huddle closer against Liam's head. He had no idea who they were, he didn't know what they wanted, and there was no way that the guy that looked like a walking patch of grass just wanted to chat. He could have sworn that he saw the guy put away a machete before looking over to the window. This wasn't good. He looked around the room for ideas, all the while tightening his white-knuckled grip on the bat. Zach was so scared that he thought he was going to pee his pants. The knocks got really loud and scary like zombies, but he knew he couldn't go potty because then he would have gone on Liam and that would be bad. He closed his eyes and smushed his face against the big boy's head in a minor attempt to hide and not look.
Still nothing. Still no answer. Esmai, watch our backs." He moved forward to the door and reached into his pocket, producing a few interesting looking bits of metal. With these instruments, he began to insert them into the lock on the door and move them around methodically. Within a number of seconds and some tinkering noises, the bolts in the lock could be heard popping open. He had successfully picked the lock to the Library door. He opened the door and stood between the foyer and the streets outside, his eyes moving across the room behind his back. The large man that was around the Park was here with a little boy he had never seen before. They seemed to be rather close and on their own side of the room. There was a girl and a boy on the other side, probably not even old enough to be out of high school yet. He did not move at all, letting his masked presence fill the doorway. Then he snapped to get Esmai's attention and waved her forward with him.
Dylan stepped in front of Emma.
The survivor took a step into the Library.
Zach looked up and then buried his face in Liam's hair once more.
The survivor fully entered the building.
Dylan raised his bat.
The survivor spoke.
"So you're all still alive. Good. It's time to go."
[[OOC: Okay, I had to do this because s**t was about to get real crazy and convoluted. This was definitely the easiest way to do it. Sorry if it's a confusing read.]]
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Posted: Thu Mar 13, 2014 4:10 am
L I A M x - x E S M A I
LOCATION: Library XXCOMPANY: Dylan, Ema, Zachary, Survivor
Liam reacted fairly later than the rest of his companions had. While they all jumped to the knocking at the door, he didn't recognize it as a threat and so did not respond as such. While Dylan had been responding to Ema, who repeated what Zach suggested in a far less welcoming tone, Liam ate comfortably. And by comfortably, he practically inhaled it. It was gone when the knocking began. He only realized that the group didn't bode well with the polite tapping when Zachary became distraught. His small friend was quaking with fear. If he was afraid of whatever was on the other side of that door, Liam decided he would protect him from it. He was starting to proclaim himself as a form of guardian until they managed to find his father. Still, the gentle knocking didn't seem to be too ominous. He didn't understand why Dylan and Ema were so on end about it. He didn't understand that absolutely anyone could be behind there. Any number of people with any number of intentions. Those intentions could b either good or bad. One couldn't tell by just the way they knocked.
While outside, Esmai waited patiently. She knew that anyone would be frightened to approach an unknown and unseen figure. She was aware that it may have just sounded like a milling zombie who happened to bump into the door at the right angle a few times. Maybe a Hoarder causing trouble. She was content in waiting, unlike the survivor she was working with. Unaware that the girl on the other side had spotted the duo through a window, she continued to watch the door while listening intently. Just for some form of movement on the opposing side. Nothing. If there was anyone behind there, they were being quiet enough to not be heard. Her smile faltered. Were there even survivors? She quickly side glanced at Varyn before forward again. She trusted his judgement.
Liam tensed further as Ema returned and made some motion. He didn't read lips, but her hand signal was clear enough to understand. He shifted from foot to foot, then finally grabbed for the hatchet, still bloodied from the brush up with the Brawler. He didn't hesitate in drawing it fully and adjusting his grip until he was handling it with a clear intent to actually put it to use. He was then focused solely on the door.
Esmai returned her attention to her fellow companion when he prodded her hand. He motioned to one of the windows. She wasn't sure what was wrong with it for a moment, but then she thought she had seen the blinds shifting. Someone must have recently stirred them. Ah, so there was at least one person there. "Hmm." She continued to stare the window down in case that someone returned. Inconveniently, she was distracted and looked away when the second survivor checked their visitors. Esmai jumped when Varyn then pounded on the door with more force than she had. Even she was startled by the sound and she saw it coming. The poor survivors on the inside. They must have been frightened by then, she assumed. After the reverberations on the door withered away, the silence continued. There was a stalemate on either side. Since it seemed the newcomers weren't going to answer the call of their house guests, the house guests were going to let themselves in. "Got it." She turned from him and the door and stepped away. He needed space and she needed a better place to watch from. She scanned over the street for movement, but found nothing. In less than a minute's time, the door was unlocked through tinkering.
Esmai entered behind him and took a sweeping look around the room. She was unfamiliar with this building and had no clue where anyone could hide. However, it appeared as though the only survivors were the ones in the immediate area. These people didn't look like they appreciated what just happened. No, not at all. To one side, there was a young man and woman. No older than teens. The man brandished a bat. To the other side, a far larger man with what looked like an ax who immediately spooked Esmai. There might have been a kid on his shoulders. She didn't take the time to examine every person present. She would have time for that later. The survivor was verbally directing them. She was smiling again and hoped they would comply.
At least Liam was gullible enough to. He lowered his weapon. It was time to go. He wasn't sure if he was supposed to go or not, so he glanced between the bush-man, the mini miss, and his group. The new two didn't look as much of a threat as he was thinking they would be. One looked like a bush, for goodness sake. How bad could he be? And the girl wore an honest disarming smile. He took half a step back to let his group decide the next course of action. He didn't consider what Zachary might have thought of these two. He didn't ask.
ooc: Works for me
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Posted: Mon Mar 24, 2014 2:04 pm
Location:
Condition: fine
Ema jumped from the loud poundings on the door that she knew without a doubt was from the man. Boom. Boom. Boom. Then silence. She didn't have to look at everyone else to tell they were probably as freaked out as she was right now. It felt like they were all just waiting for the outsiders to come barging in any moment. She was already thinking up all these crazy scenarios that ended up in torture or death.
The knob jiggled from someone messing around with the lock. Ema held her breath. She had no choice but to watch.
When the man came through the door, Dylan was quick to act. Before Ema realized what was going to happen, he stepped in front of her with his bat clutched in his hand.
"So you're all still alive. Good. It's time to go." that was the first thing the man said. It both infuriated and confused Ema to the point her mind felt blank.
"Don't listen to them!" she growled toward Liam as he lowered his weapon, but kept her eyes locked on the strangers who had forced their way into the library. "What do you want from us? Why should we leave this place? I don't know about you, but I won't trust someone who has no problem breaking into our place. Did you follow us here?"
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Posted: Sat Mar 29, 2014 10:01 am
Location: Abandoned City
Known Survivor Population: 12
Season: Late Summer
Time of Day: Late Afternoon
Weather: Mild
Zombie Concentration: High in Specified Areas, Low to None elsewhere.
Known Mutated Zombie Population: 0
Danger Level: Very Low, but Rising
Multi-NPC Event Dylan stared down the survivor with as much of a menacing and intimidating look as he could, even raising his bat to a ready position as he prepared to fight- or protect Ema. He glanced over at Liam momentarily in surprise as the big guy seemed to lower his hatchet. Did he know them? Then the big'un hesitated and took a small step back paired with an almost immediate warning from Ema. Despite her paranoia, she was quick on her feet and smart. He knew they shouldn't, or rather couldn't trust the random strangers that had so suddenly made an entrance into their seemingly safe sanctuary. The woman by the strange camouflaged man was just standing there with a kind smile. She didn't seem to do anything but look around the room and didn't even say a word. It was almost like a standoff, except that Ema had seemed to already take command of the entire situation. He had no idea what the people wanted or how they had even managed to find them. It didn't make any sense to him. They had done so well watching out for anything dangerous that it seemed impossible that anyone could have followed them. Was it all a coincidence? No... the man had said they were all still alive. Why did he say it like that? Did he somehow know all of them? He looked around at the concerned and hostile faces around him. No one in his group seemed to recognize or trust them at all. So why was this stranger acting like he knew them already? Something didn't add up.
Zach was hunkering down behind Liam's head until he heard a voice speak. It was a man's, and it sounded scary. He peeked around Liam to see a young lady and a big bush. He was very confused now. Why was there a bush in the Library? Everyone else seemed to not like it so much. When the big boy relaxed a bit, he whispered, "Do you know them, Liam?" He was pretty scared.
Varyn was not surprised by the small girl's outburst, but he was a bit surprised with how easily the big guy with the hatchet seemed to relax. He wondered for a moment if Esmai and the big guy knew each other, but he shrugged off the thought. She probably would have tried to say something by now if she had known the man. In mere seconds, he was able to deduce which one of these survivors had killed each of the zombies at the previous encounter. He was impressed. It was pretty damn difficult to go toe-to-toe with a Brawler... especially without a gun. He grunted in disapproval of having so many questions asked of him. He didn't like talking. After a moment of tension and silence, he removed his machete from his person and slammed it into the ground, burying the tip into the wooden floor. This cause Zach to jump and Dylan to tense up. That's when Dylan added a question to the growing list. "You said we're all still alive... as if you already knew us. I've never seen you before in my life. How do you even know who we are?"
Now this began to just get plain irritating. Kids. Always with all the damn questions. He decided to answer them all in order. "I thought it was simple enough from my first statement. You all need to come with me." His voice was calm and devoid of emotion. He wasn't really angry at anyone but the people who were about to destroy this place... and himself. "This whole City is no longer safe." His answers were blunt and precise, only giving out as much information as needed. "In a manner of speaking, I did." Technically he had followed them here, but not int he way they were thinking. "I've lived in this City before any of you showed up. I've seen every last one of you-" His voice cut off as his head turned to see Zachary. He knew that little boy. Almost instantly, he pulled out a large manila folder and opened it. He searched through the pictures until he found the picture of the boy and his father- just as he had thought. He had met the boy's father, a delusional man who wanted to survive and find his son. He had told the story of how his son had been infected by the virus but had come back to life. They had been separated when the military came in to try and restore the order and he had been trying to find the boy ever since. His father had claimed it to be a miracle, while Varyn knew better- the boy was definitely a Zombie Hoarder. It was probably best that he keep that information to himself for the time being. He didn't want to start an all-out panic among the clearly agitated individuals of the group before him.
Dylan was very confused now. How could this guy have seen everyone here if no one had seen him? How did he follow them? It didn't make sense. Better to figure out some things now while the stranger seemed talkative. "How did you even follow us anyway? I never saw anyone behind us." That brought a huff of frustration from the survivor. Dylan was still on edge and didn't know what the guy was capable of.
"Unabridged version then." he said suddenly, turning his head to face Dylan and Ema. "We were heading out looking for other survivors when we came across a Howler. We ducked into an alleyway and took the paths around until we came to an open section of the street. It just so happens that the body of the guy who lived here in this Library was lying in that intersection along with two mutated infected corpses. After I looked over the area, I noticed a few bloody boot prints heading off in the general direction of the Library. Also, there were no keys on the guy's body, suggesting that someone took them to gain entrance to the Library." He then gestured over to Liam and said, "So this guy killed the Brawler with his hatchet and you killed the Stalker with your bat." He let his arm rest by his side again as he continued. "I figured that with two different mutated infected and two different types of injuries on their bodies that there must be at least two other survivors heading to the Library. I also knew you weren't mercenaries since the only dead human of the group had wounds that directly correlate to getting mauled by a Brawler. Then we headed over here, killed the zombies out front and came to your door. When you didn't answer, I let myself in. I saw the two of you peeking out through the blinds at us, so we knew that you were definitely here." He stopped and crossed his arms in front of him. "Satisfied?"
[[OOC: Sorry about the late posts and all, s**t's going down. Fast. Had some not too great experiences recently and it's not looking well from here so far. Hang tight on my responses, folks. I'll try my best to get them up ASAP. EDIT: This is probably the fifth time I've tried to work on this response. I may have come across some good fortune, but my posts will still take a decent amount of time. I'm not out of the woods yet.]]
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Posted: Sat Mar 29, 2014 4:49 pm
L I A M x - x E S M A I
LOCATION: Library XXCOMPANY: Dylan, Ema, Zachary, Survivor
Dylan and Ema were taking initiative in acting on the newcomers, unlike the dolt and the child riding him. It was a good idea to question the intents of the strangers, honestly. They could be anyone. Liam didn't recognize either. No the bush, not the girl. He was just gullible and the man had a certain commanding tone to his voice. Enough that Liam felt impelled to comply. He only got to lower his hatchet long enough for Ema to yell at him. He raised it to it's previous position, but held it with less aim to do harm. He looked between her and the new two as she spat out an interrogation. Her voice was acidic, in his opinion. Liam wanted to recoil in some degree. He stood his ground. He wasn't exactly picking up on the amounts of hostility carrying around the room. It mainly came from his team and was directed to the intruders. He had thought nothing of what the man had said previously until Dylan and Ema pointed it out in their strings of questions and accusation. Before they asked these, however, there was a small voice from behind him. Zach was far more scared than Liam realized. He could lie to him and say yes, he did, but the idea didn't come to mind. It might have eased Zach's concerns if he had. But that lie would easily be snuffed out and not worth it's weight. It wasn't going to be a problem soon enough, anyways. So he just shook his head and tried to turn and look at his small friend. "Nope." He whispered in response. He returned to glances flickering between the others in the room.
As always, Varyn was right. If Esmai had known any of these people, she would have done something extremely cliché and predictable. Predictable for her at least. Probably something similar to running for them with open arms. She made no move to embrace any of these people. Not one of tem was a familiar face. The other blonde was being questioned of this, she thought. She just heard the big guy say nay to the child on his back. A kid! A living, breathing child! She couldn't think of a word to match the elation she felt in seeing a young surviving in a place like this. It must have been his older brother carrying him. They looked almost alike, didn't they? She wasn't sure. The kid was hiding most of himself. She was just going to assume blood relation and leave it at that. The sudden driving of his machete into the ground put her on alert again after making her jump.
Boy, those teenagers really did spit out a number of questions, didn't they? They made Esmai feel a tad uncomfortable. She didn't know how Varyn was going to react to them giving such a hassle. She wasn't confrontive like this when they met and she followed him without much suspicion. Then again, personalities obviously differed in the room. And these four didn't seem as desperate or pathetic as she. Her smile lowered when the barrage of remarks were made. Actually, she with them brought up, she wondered the answers herself. She looked up to her friend for the answers. They weren't as important to her as they were to the strangers. His reply abruptly finished as he caught sight of the kid. Was he as mystified as she was to see a child again? Hard to tell with that mask on him. He continued to unveil a folder and shuffle with what was inside. She wasn't at the correct angle to see what he was searching through so spontaneously.
Liam didn't enjoy the reaction the man had to seeing his small friend. He wasn't sure why and he wasn't sure what that response meant, also. He shifted on his feet and twisted slightly to try and obscure the view the masked bush might have of little Zach. He was aware that his small buddy was chilly. The kid was hanging if him, of course he felt that his body was cold. Liam was just used to others being cooler than him. The big guy was practically a space heater. Plus, there wasn't anything he could really do if it ever occurred to him that his friend was much colder than he should be. He was freezing cold, in fact. That should have struck some concern.
Esmai was curious to know the reasoning for that all, but the subject was moving on. The still nameless redhaired boy had a few more questions. She wasn't in the place to answer them, so her silence continued while Varyn replied with the story that brought these strangers entirely up to date with how they were found. Was the big guy a teenager? He was awfully tall to be. She couldn't tell entirely. She was bad at guessing age most of the time. She couldn't tell what her companion was, either. It didn't matter and it wasn't currently relevant. She was preoccupied with the fact that nameless big boy was the one who downed a Brawler. And without a gun. Just that bloodied hatched he carried, raised slightly. Her eyes locked on it. She wasn't so sure she trusted this one now. She remembered damn well what facing off with a Brawler felt like. Esmai would prefer not landing herself on the blade side of that hatchet. Both Esmai and Liam waited for those in lead to give direction.
ooc: I hope the fortune stays with you! Over the river and through the woods, it'll be over soon
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