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 Posted: Mon Mar 05, 2012 9:55 pm
Coraline seemed nervous; unsure of herself. Or maybe this was just
Xavier's imagination.
"That's actually a very good idea." He assured her. "I'll run it by Prometheus."
But Xavier discovered that it would Icarius accompanying them; not
Prometheus. Xavier didn't mind this all too much, but he sure was enjoying
Prometheus' company more than Icarius.
On the other hand, Icarius seemed more fit, and maybe even stronger.
But Xavier couldn't just make assumptions on this; he didn't even know Prometheus.
Xavier waited around while Icarius went through some clothes in a bedroom.
Once he returned, sporting more modern clothing, Xavier laid out a piece
of paper on the kitchen table in front of Icarius and Coraline.
"I found a map. It only shows a small part of the city, but we seem to be here."
Xavier said, pointing at a small dot near the center of the map.
"Now, it looks like there's a gun shop here," He indicated a few blocks away.
"A supermarket only a few minutes from there, and a bunker of some sort. I say we stick to the gun shop, and the supermarket, Look for any supplies we can find. Agreed?"
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Posted: Tue Mar 06, 2012 6:48 am
 As Coraline looked at the map that Xavier put out, she saw how small the city was. It never seemed like it was small to her, but she is just one little person.Coraline grabbed her axe off the counter and put it on her shoulder. "well then lets go." She gives a smirk and walks out the door.As she walks outside she see's the streets empty, which was a good thing. As she waits for Xavier and Icarius she looks down the street seeing the gun shop at a far distance. She keeps a lookout for it just in case any infected come by it.
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Posted: Tue Mar 06, 2012 8:45 am
"People might look at you a bit funny, but it's okay..."
Iridaeon pressed open his apartment door. His pupils constricted at the blinding sunlight. "This is weird..." He looked back and forth down the streets, and there were no signs of life anywhere. "Hello? Can anyone hear me?" He walked down toward the nearby convenience store he liked to visit. He was met with a rather gruesome and macabre sight. Bloody handprints were smeared across the glass doors. He was struck with disbelief. He walked up to the door and budged it open. There was a pool of blood collected at the entrance of the store. "Excuse me? Is anyone here?" He heard a soft guttural growl directed toward him. "Hello?" He turned in the direction the growl came from to see a despondent man with a vicious expression and blood dripping from his mouth and clothes standing motionless in the corner. The sight alone was terrifying. Iridaeon did not move an inch. "...Hello?" he quietly said again. "RARGH!" The beast let out a high pitched war cry before lunging. Iridaeon moved towards him and swiftly took him to the ground. "Don't come near me, a*****e!" He got up while holding the beast down. He kicked it in the face as to make sure it stayed down. Iridaeon stood there over the zombie for what seemed like hours before the zombie let out another soft grunt. It rolled on its stomach where it seemed to struggle to lift itself up. Iridaeon grabbed a baseball bat from an assorted items rack and hit the zombie over the head with it. With the zombie unconscious, he went and retrieved a few goods from the refrigerated goods section and put them in his backpack, and left the store without looking back.
"Artists are allowed to be a bit different." - Bob Ross
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Posted: Tue Mar 06, 2012 10:41 am
Icarius took a moment to look at the map and paused a moment when
Xavier's touching of the map didn't cause a change in it. He felt the material
at the corner of the map with a smile. Paper, he mused to himself and
kept the giddiness of all this old-fashioned technology to himself as
Coraline headed out. "For all we know, both locations are going to have been
looted to high hell, so finding guns there would be unlikely, but ammunition
may be physically there for you two. I just need to find a good sunny place to
rest my cartriges."
Icarius winked at Xavier before heading out after Coraline. The reason he'd left
his suit with Prometheus was because his suit really had no protective value,
unlike his Navigator's suit. The Fighter suit only had padding and necessary
installments that would allow him to live if he were stranded in space.
Provided it's own heat and oxygen for a short period of time, but wasn't burn
or puncture proof like Prometheus' suit. His own suit would provide as much
protection as what he was wearing right now; jeans and a light sweatshirt.
Icarius thought he saw someone walking out from along the streets and
stayed close to the buildings in the shade as he switched the hockey stick
to his left hand and pulled out his gun with his right. He aimed at the man,
though he didn't fire yet, for the strange figure didn't seem to be threatening,
at least not at the moment. Icarius had already proven to be a heartless
killer, even when he thought that the zombies were human, so he wasn't
worried about actually shooting the figure than drawing attention to his own
small group. At least he was thinking this through.
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Posted: Tue Mar 06, 2012 11:29 am
Kary couldn't help but let out a cheerful expression as she once again rode on the back of the cyborg girls. This is even better than any carnival ride ever! She looked down to the streets, zombies starting to gather where they once stood. However, it was one zombie in particular that caught her attention, one that stood away from the rest, as if it didn't belong. Kary couldn't tell at first, but something about this zombie struch a certain chord in her, one she thought was buried forever in the deepest parts of her heart. A thorough study, and it was all too much for the little girl. "K-Kyle...?" As she continued to stare at the zombie, its pale, somewhat green skin and lifeless eyes sticking out like a sore thumb, she realized it could be no other. The realization struck Kary, and slowly, she began to slip, her arms unable to hold on. She fell, down towards the ground. She seemed to be in some kind of trance, unable to call for help, or even realize she was plummeting to the hard ground below. All that came to her was memories of her brother. "I'm gonna get you!"
"Just try, slowpoke!"
The two dashed through the forest, almost oblivious to the danger, but they were capable enough to get out of it by speed alone. Their mother and father followed as best they could, often wondering which side of the family heir two children got their personalities from.
"Ah-HA! the boy called, lunging for his younger sister, but missed as she deftly leaped high to avoid his grasp.
"Come on Kyle, are you getting old?" she taunted, then giggled as she sped along.
"I'm gonna get you Kary!" Kyle said playfully. Though both were faster than any normal kid their age, Kary still had the upper hand, as her smaller build provided more agility. He continued to dash after her, ever mindful of their surroundings, when suddenly he stopped. He often did this to locate where Kary was by sound alone.
"Peekaboo!" she called, hanging from a tree branch. Kyle, meanwhile, let out a yell as he stumbled backwards, eventually falling on his rump. Kary giggled again.
But Kyle had a surprise. Slowly he got to his feet, then swiftly lunged again, grabbing Kary and pulling her from the branch. "Haha, come here, speedy!"
"Eek!" Heehee, stop it Kyle!" Kary called out, laughing all the while as Kyle tickled her rolling around in the grass. She flailed her legs, as they were her reflex whenever she was tickled.
"I don't believe I looked over...here!" Kyle said, tickling another part of Kary, who continued to laugh.
Soon enough, both calmed down and stood up. They started to hear weird noises, which was a sign to get out of there, and so they dashed back to the city. Hopefully they would find their mother and father.
The two now were huffing and puffing, pressing up against a wall where a dumpster sat. Kyle pressed a hand gently over Kary's mouth, and lifted a finger to his. Kyle had ears like a tiger and the eyes of a hawk. He developed these traits to hun his sister down and to spot any enemies nearby. His jet black hair was in its usual style, half-covering his right ear with a short, spiky tail sticking out the left. Kary often wondered if it was natural or if he did it himself.
Kyle peeked around the corner. He saw and heard nothing, the previous moaning faded. "Alright, we're safe for now."
Kary, however, was not as content. Tears started to form in her eyes, and Kyle knew that look all too well. "What about...mom and dad?"
Kyle sighed. He hated answering this question. "Mom and dad...they've..." he was struggling for words, because he knew Kary was witness to both events, or at least, figured as such. He knew she saw her father go, but their mother was a different story. He could only answer her question one way, and never knew the outcome no matter how many times he said it. "They're...captured. But whatever's taken ahold of them, isn't letting them go easy. We need to set them free, you and me Kary."
She sniffled. "And how do we do that?"
"I...don't know." Kyle sighed. "But what we need to do right-" he stopped himself, silencing Kary again, as he looked down the streets. He heard some moaning, though minimal. Only one voice. Still... "Come on. he whispered, taking his sister's hand as they ran through the streets again, darting through alleys and passageways. He stopped, however, when he turned a corner, and five zombies were already down it. He looked behind him, and a pack slowly crept up. Sweat started to form on his brow, and he darted down a zombie-free street, Kary following.
They entered an open area, and Kyle frantially searched for a way out. Frustrated and cursing under his breath, he told Kary "Looks like we're penned in."
"What do we do?" Kary asked, panicking and worried.
"I'm thinking." but before he could plan an escape, several zombies jumped from a nearby rooftop. "Get down!" he ordered Kary, taking up a fighting stance.
"Kyle..."
"I know, I know." he was thinking as fast as he could, the zombies closing in. "Run."
"What?"
"I'll distract them, you get out of here."
"No! I won't let you do it!"
"Kary, listen, I love you, but the only way I can protect you is by letting you run for safety. If you stay..." he paused. "What I mean to say is, you're the remaining family I have, and me yours. I'd rather die to protect you then let both of us fall victim to these monsters." Kary looked at him with wide eyes, showing both concern and love. "So run. Be free. I'll hold them here."
After a moment's hesitation, Kary fled down a street, Kyle's voice taunting the zombies behind her back. She only turned around when she heard him cry out in pain, the zombies all over him. She fled, with no particular destination. She would never forget her brother's sacrifice. Even if it would haunt her later.
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Posted: Tue Mar 06, 2012 12:01 pm
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“No, but you said that you were at least able to do something, right?” She watched him, blank. “Surely you can cut something… or hold something. It’s just metal.” The woman knew that Verra wasn’t strong, he had made that obvious. He had even said that she was stronger than he was, so that’s why he had stuck with her for so long. Still, she had to admit… It was a bit amusing to find someone that useless. He was still better than Blondie or Bartholomew in his insanity.
Sighing softly, she shook her head before lifting the metal. “Just hold this. I can get the pieces that I ne-“ Her eyes narrowed. What was that?
As she bent down to see just what had landed beside her, her hand didn’t go to the gun, but instead began to move a bit, fidgeting. Something was out there. “Verra, be on guard.” Before she could finish the words, the scream of ‘look out’ came from somewhere and she hissed, bringing her hand up with a snap. The voice wasn’t one of theirs, but for now they had more pressing matters. “You said you could fight? Get to it. This is gonna be bloody.” The zombies were… intelligent? Well, ********. Wasn’t this just a lovely little thing? They were surrounding them, trying to ambush them. No, this no longer was a try. They had been ambushed. Wonderful.
Another snap and a flame went onto a zombie, torching it. She had to be careful, not use the fire too much. It wore her out, set her anger too high, and there was too much around that was flammable and could make a big boom. No need to alert more, but at least zombies didn’t like fire. It gave her enough time to bring out her gun. As long as nothing came up behind her, she was good. “You got my back or are you running?” She spoke to Verra, not looking at him as she shot. Most hit, but… was that ********/>
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Posted: Tue Mar 06, 2012 3:07 pm
 Lucius Cypher ۩════════════════════════۩
"Where there is Distress, therein lies a Story.
Where there is a Story, therein lies a Will.
Where there is a Will, therein lies a Soul."
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Lucius simply observed from his height. As the humanoids below entered battle, the zombies moved in. It would seem that someone was controlling the zombies, or at least being tactical. The first group to charge where what Lucius was accustomed to seeing; lightly clothed and rotting humans. But they seemed to be fodder for the rest; Lucius counted about five of them. Other, one who had not attacked yet, seemed to be a bit more protected; crude armor was attached to their clothes, like dinner plates and sheets of metal. Lorem never saw zombie do that, but still, their armor was not that impressive. they did, however, see to grasp the concept of melee weapons, as of the few fodder that charged out held either a bludgeoning tool or something that made hold a sharp edge, like a shattered bottle or a rusty knife. Lucius looked around some more, and saw one particularly large zombie; not beyond human limitations, but still, quite the big one.; Twas a six foot tall undead, wearing what looked like a man-hole cover as a chest piece. But he seemed to be holding a large object; some assortment of junk, held together with what appeared to be rope. It was much to large to be swung around... That was when he saw the bruiser heave it above it's head. The zombie was planning on tossing the giant jagged ball into the survivors, and from the positioning of some few the other zombies who did not charge, they planned to do the same. "But how? Never have I ever seen them be able to do that..." Lucius saw one other. This one as majorly different; it was the junk-clad zombie from before. Lucius had a closer look, and he could see that this one was more then junk-clad; he was actually armored. Lucius saw that underneath all the improvised plates and trash, the zombie seemed to be wearing a vest of sorts. Lucius remembered seeing some humans wear it; it absorbed the blows from the bullets, effectively saving them from it. The zombie also had a helmet, which was both elaborate and protective; it wore what seemed to be an animal's skull, plated and reenforced with objects that must have came from the scrap yard. He carried a crude looking sword, almost as large as it was.
Lucius should have spent more time on his own surroundings then observing the zombies, as one was right behind him. It did not noticed Lucius, and continued to do so even after the brainless corpse knocked Lucius off his perch and right dab into the hot zone. Lucius was thoroughly cuaght off guard, so much that he reverted to his larger blob form. This attracted the attention of one of the zombies, who rushed in and tried to shank him. It didn't work. Panicking, Lucius did the first thing that came to mind; grab the zombie and eat it. It went down quickly, but now Lucius was like a rock in a hard place; behind him, some strange survivors who may or may not try to kill him. In front of him, zombies that will try to kill him. He opted for the zombies. The large bruiser that was carrying the jagged junk ball stood near the edge of a junk pile, and was about to toss the junk ball down into the group.
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Posted: Tue Mar 06, 2012 3:15 pm
 Sydelle WestYou're not a hero, you're a liar...
Sydelle was content to let Grr do the fighting for her, but of course there was only one of the creature. Several of the walking corpses found her scent appealing. At least that's what she assumed happened, as they began shuffling in her direction. "Oh, fine." She muttered, gripping her daggers more tightly. "If I must." She struck out at the nearest of the cretins. They fell easily enough, although the woman was not nearly the fighter the troll standing a few feet away was.
...you're not a savior, you're a vampire.
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Posted: Tue Mar 06, 2012 4:12 pm
"I know, I know, just keepin' in mind my, uh, physssical limitationsss." Verra grunted as he was made to heft the bit of metal. "Vigilance, and all that..." He shifted his weight from foot to foot; he was uncomfortable. The scrap pile was a really fantastic place to set up a trap, or an ambush.
No sooner had the thought crossed his mind than movement filled the yard along with cautionary shouts. "I'm gettin' to it, darling," he snarled, irises spinning madly. Damn the hodge-podge of junk they were standing on, and damn all the shadows it provided -- there!
The alien's grin was impossibly wide, but his eyes were angry. He whipped out two laser beams, aimed, and pressed the triggers. A zombie that had been shuffling toward them suddenly halted. Nothing appeared to have gone wrong, until a companion knocked into it, and it tumbled to the ground, revealing that it had been neatly quartered. "Do I look like I'm running?" he hissed. "Alssso, sssince when do the shhhitpiles know how to plan ambushhhes? Or make goddamn armor?"
He knew that neither Tora nor Sydelle nor Bartholomew would be able to answer his questions, but Verra, ever the complainer, knew that shouting, especially during a stressful situation, could be quite cathartic. All thoughts of tranquility vanished from his mind, however, when a gigantic black blob of stuff tumbled to the earth in front of them. If he had been some sort of lesser, uncultured being, he might have gone off screeching about the thing; as it stood, he'd been ******** by things nastier than this. It was a bit worrying when the blob outright swallowed a zombie rather than simply dispatching it, but Verra wasn't one to discriminate on the help.
"Their armor can't ssstop lasers," he shouted to anyone who might have been listening. "Don't shhhoot the armored onesss, leave 'em to me." Even as he spoke, a beam cracked through the ceramic covering a zombie's chest.
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Posted: Tue Mar 06, 2012 5:12 pm
"Huh?!" Desirae had felt Kary slip and fall as she had leaped from one building to another. She turned around to see Kary falling. "Oh no! Kary!" she exclaimed as she pushed herself off the side of the building and raced toward Kary with her hand outstretched. It was close, But Desirae grabber her hand in time and pulled her close whilst still in free fall. "Nothing to push off of! I hope we make it!" she thought to herself as she held Kary close and slammed hard into the ground causing a small crater. She stood up straight with Kary still close in her arms and unharmed; "Thank goodness."
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Posted: Tue Mar 06, 2012 5:17 pm
Xavier followed Icarius and Coraline out of the gloomy apartment building and on to the abandoned street. He took a quick glance around to make sure there were no infected. The coast seemed clear; for now.
Xavier heard Icarius mention something about finding guns would be difficult, but maybe they could find ammo for him and Coraline. He also heard something about "cartridges" and "sunlight."
"Well, does your weapon have any charge in it now? I mean, I haven't checked the time in a while, but I don't think it's gonna be sunny for... at least a couple hours." Xavier said to Icarius, as they started walking down the street.
Xavier took the time to survey their surroundings. The road seemed to be cracked in spots. Cars lined the road, some on fire, some simply abandoned. Every building had an eerie appearance, as if those who lived there were still inside. Xavier didn't want to think that far.
To take his mind off what might lay in the buildings around them, he looked ahead; down the street. A few newspapers rustled lazily in the breeze.
And then Xavier noticed a figure appear.
He didn't need to say anything however; Icarius did that for him.
He stood there frozen, awaiting a response. (( I think we should run into zombies up ahead. We haven't made contact with any so far, and we're out on the streets so it's a good idea for a fight or something. What do ya'll think? ))
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Posted: Tue Mar 06, 2012 5:44 pm
As the small group was walking Coraline looked at the building's. They looked terrible, walls falling apart no door's crashed window's. It was like they were at war, when they really are.As they keep walking Icarius and Xavier stopped. Coraline looks to see a shadow like figure, she gripped her axe, ready to fight if they attacked. But once it got closer it didnt seem infected but she still kept her guard up.
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Posted: Tue Mar 06, 2012 5:49 pm
Kary came back to her senses from the shock of the landing. "Huh?" she said, blinking several times and then rubbing her eyes for good measure. She noticed there were zombies around them, though not an immediate threat, and turned her head, to which she would've regretted, as the zombie that bore resemblance to Kyle, her one and only brother, just stood off in the distance. She went to move for him, but found something kept her from doing so. "Nngh! Let me go!" she said, not knowing who was holding her. She kicked with all of her might and tried to wrench herself from the person's grasp. "That's it!" she yelled, digging out an axe and twisting her body, ready to sever off the person's head. She stopped when she saw Desirae's face, shock on her own that she didn't notice beforehand, and suddenly the world came back to her, the past releasing its bonds. She turned to Kyle and saw a zombie, not her brother. Tears started forming in her eyes. His screams. His pain. His pledge. She had forgotten, for a time, what she had lost, but also gained. "Kyle..." she said softly, lowering her head. Before Kyle's turn, he had always told her to be strong, and push through the hard times. She needed that extra bump to get past this one. Slowly, she slipped from Desirae's hold and walk over to Kyle's zombie state. It didn't even reach out or even yell, it just stood there. Somehow, it seeemed both of them knew. "Oh, Kyle, what did the world to to you?" she gently put a hand on its cheek, to which it still did nothing. Kary sighed. "You were always looking out for me, you had my back, and now..." she couldn't even bring herself to finish the sentence. "But I will do this." she dug out her pistol, and pointed it straight at Kyle's forehead. "I will free you." Kyle smiled, showing his ugly yellow teeth as a bullet exploded his head, the body falling to the ground, lifeless. Kary looked down at the corpse, then up at the sky. "Be free. I will find mom and dad somewhere." After a moment of silence, she turned to Desirae. "Will you help me bury him? I just want to put his soul to rest."
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Posted: Tue Mar 06, 2012 6:48 pm
"People might look at you a bit funny, but it's okay..."
Iridaeon stopped in his tracks. He had sensed another person's presence. He wasn't exactly sure, but he felt as though he was being watched. He looked back and forth across the landscape, paying particular attention to the shadowy areas. He couldn't point anyone out apart from the darkness. He turned back and entered an abandoned video store that he had just passed. He thought he would go inside and perhaps find another exit to lose his stalker.
"Artists are allowed to be a bit different." - Bob Ross
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Posted: Tue Mar 06, 2012 8:26 pm
Icarius watched the figure disappear into a store, and sighed softly; he had
been hoping for a fight. He looked back at Xavier to respond to his earlier
asked question. "I have three cartriges, and I've only used up one for the
moment, so I should have enough charge for whatever we come up against in
the near future. I will need to recharge in a while, but for now I'm not
concerned. besides, this stick may prove useful in closer combat situations,"
he replied before he rolled his shoulders back and continued walking. Though
he didn't seem to be on guard, he was watching the store that the other man
had gone into out of the corner of his eye.
"We should keep going... that person doesn't appear to be infected, or it
didn't spot us," Icarius said with an indifferent shrug, not interested in helping
the guy out if he was a survivor. He wanted to get things done, and doing a
little side-venture would be distracting and possibly counter-productive.
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