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Post by Nexus Wolf on Aug 26, 2008 15:37:04 GMT -5
These events take place a month after current plots. TASA (Time After Sydney's Arrival): 5 hours This is what happens in abiout an hour, your post is what your character does in this hour.
The city was as it normally was at midday, light traffic, people going about their lunch breaks. The day had been warm, and there was a break in the almost never ceasing rain, the sun getting a chance to glow down on the people of Crossover. At around 12:30, rumours had started flying around, talk of crazy people attack other people, huge bite marks and weapon wounds on the bodies. At 12:45 a broadcast went out, the news reporter announcing "the Council urges people not to be alarmed, and though that no details can be released yet, the police are handling the situation, and will no doubtfully have it under control soon." This did not help the rumours, some becoming more extravagant as time went by, aliens, ancient magic's, government conspiracies, all seemed to fly around. The time ticked to 1:30, and another broadcast went out, taking over most channels. "I have a report here that say that... creatures, as best as the can be described, we are not sure what, have begun appearing through out the city. The police say that they are handling the situation, but urge people to remain inside and wait for further announcements..." Just as the news reporter was about to pack up, she seemed to be told something, and returned to look at the camera. "It seems that we have a team in the streets with a report on the situation, over to Kyle." The screen splits to a camera that seems to be moving, a reporter moving along side it. "It appears that these creatures, whatever they are, are coming up all over the place, police are struggling to handle it..." The camera and reporter race around a corner, showing a police blockade, and something beyond it moving towards the line. Police issued warnings to it, bidding it stop, or they would open fire. The camera zoomed in. "My god... they look like.. men." the camera man seemed to compose himself. "They seem to be men, some clad in what looks to be armour. Many carry weapons, and it seems to me that they have wounds and broken parts that would stop.." The police had ordered to open fire, pistols began to sound, the creature the camera had focused on got hit several times, only recoiling a little, resuming its steady gaunt towards the barricade. "I don't believe it! He just took 9 shots, how is he still moving?" A police man turn and spotted the camera, and swiftly moved over, covering the lens, muffled orders to back away and leave could be heard before the feed was cut, returning the screen to the studio. The reporter sat looking at the screen to her side, a look of astonishment on her face. She quickly recovered and summered out a goodbye, screen returning to its normal channel. ((The reason this starts a month after current plots is because it gives you breathing room for alliances etc to set your character up for this ^_^. Sort of a start to show how your characters will react, like what they think etc when the reports happen if they see them, or what they are doing during this time. Some music to help get a feel for it.))
((Brutal will guide this plot along, he is akin to god, so if he says you gun jams, your gun jams. I will update as time goes by, showing the TASA and other bits and pieces.))
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Post by Dexy on Aug 26, 2008 16:25:01 GMT -5
Like the news man said this was the first day of no rain and perfect sunshine, "oh great..." Izzy groaned. It was hot enough without having to wear a big clunky sweatshirt and gloves, at her attempt to cover every inch of her skin. Izzy got up and closed up all the blinds not glancing once outside to check on the civilians. She was terrefied to burn another piece of her skin, she healed fast, but the smell and feel of burning flesh was unpleasant.
She went into the kitchen and opened up her mini fridge which stored containers of red metallic smelling goop inside them, quite obvious that it was blood. To her it smelt of sweet deliciousness all in one little pouch for her to suck on. Granted she loves the rush of hunting, but she didn't feel like leaving today. She reached for one of the pouches and sniffed it, her stomach rumbled with excitement.
She took out a straw and poked the container with it, almost like capri sun. She took the first sip, "mmm.... dear" she said under her breath and sat back down on her couch. She wasn't paying much attention to what was going on the television, but then she heard it. Approximately a mile away, but with her extreme sence of hearing it felt closer. She chugged the rest of her dinnere and looked at the television. Flashes of colors dashed before it.
They were talking about attackers, great... I though I left this behind, she t hought to herself. For a brief moment she decided not to get involved in this mess, it wasn't her fault, but then she saw the men dressed up for battle. Obviously, they couldn't handle this on their own without outsider's help. She dashed into her room and took out her battle gear. A black leather body suit and a belt which had her switch blade and lighter hooked up to, and just incase she hooked up her gun. Not really keen on using a gun she only kept a few bullets with her.
She should have been used to this by now for the last 50 years she was either running or fighting the people that were trying to hunt her, but it seems like everytime she was still absolutely teriffied and didn't know what to expect. She used to work with this girl who could see into the future, which was a lot of help when you are on the run.
In the process of getting ready she grabbed her leather gloves and put them over her pure white hands, they were fire proof, but that didn't stop her powers. She grabbed her black cloak and tied her hair in a loose brade draping it over her left shoulder before puting on the light weight cloak. She slipped into her black shoes and stepped down her fire escape. She stayed in the shaddows, waiting for her time.
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Post by Jon Talbain on Aug 26, 2008 17:12:49 GMT -5
Jon walked into Crossover. (Its been quite a while since I've been here. Not since that whole castle incident.) He walked in slightly further and heard sirens. He lowered his head and sighed. He was in his human form, dressed in baggy urban camo pants and a sleveless black tank top. He looked in the direction of the sirens. "And here I thought it would be calm once i came back." He walked toward the sirens to see what was goin on, his back slung over his shoulder. He ran and got to the scene and saw a camera guy being yelled at by a cop and other cops emptying clips into a.... thing wielding some kind of huge club. Jon looked on interested as the monster crept closer and closer to the men, taking each shot like a tickle. He smirked. "I've seen worse." Jon walked up to the men as theycontinued shooting and jumped over the line of men as they reloaded and looked the creatures over. He narrowed his eyes. (They have an unhloy feel to them, yet they're definatly not a darkstalker.) "Hey, what are you all." The monsters looked at him with dead eyes and simply moaned and kept coming closer to him and the line of officers. Jon shook his head. "I shouldn't have excpected a reply." He put his bag on the ground. An officer stood and yelled to Jon. "Get outta the way guy! Those things are f**kin monster!" Jon laughed. "You've never seen monsters officer? Do you sleep with the light on or something?" The officers looked at each other with weird confused expressions. Jon assumed a relaxed pose and held his arms swaying in front of him. He rushed at a creature and kicked hard into the back of the head sending it to the ground and smashing its skull. The other monsters looked at Jon. A few began to go towards him. Jon smiled. "So you've fight in you then." He got ready to attack again. "Good." The other officers re-aimed their weapons at the creatures still heading in their direction and opened fire as Jon rushed at another monster in armour.
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Post by rulke on Aug 26, 2008 18:24:33 GMT -5
It was nearing 1pm deitrich was tired, he was always tired these days. He has sat nursing his small fire in his hideaway for over two hours. The sun shone through the small window in the side wall. The small fire in front of him was slowly burning down. He had his cup of tea from it which was the main thing. His sword lay in the corner discarded and his cloak hung limply from the concrete wall. He looked different without his big dark cloak, he looked more, human. The only thing that wasn't human about him was his eyes, dark and hollow with no sign of life left in them.
His short wave radio had been buzzing constantly for the past thirty minuets. He had got that radio two months after he had come to this accursed town. Seeing as he was wanted for at least four counts of murder and numerous other offenses he thought it wise to acquire one. Reports of strange creatures had been buzzing around for the past half an hour. Time he went and had a look what was happening. He did not care about what was happening to the people and their miserable lives, he was just feeling curious. He grabbed his cloak and his sword and headed out.
He stepped into the early afternoon sun, it burnt bright into his sensitive eyes. He had been sitting in that place to long. He slung his sword over his shoulder and walked off down the street. As he approached the crossroads he heard gun shots and people shouting. Keeping to the shadows he moved slowly up a set of stairs to his right, going up to a roof top. He ascended the stairs as quietly as he could, making sure no one could see him. He stepped to the edge of the building hading behind a small duct that blocked the view of people from the street.
He sat looking at the scene below him. There was a small police blockade on the corner of the street, sirens flashing and all the police hiding behind cars and doors, and any cover they could find. All of a sudden around the corner walked rows of men, men? could he call them that. He could see from here the patch work of limbs that were dragged along the floor. The smell of rotting flesh hit him in a big wave of nausea. What was strange was that they were covered in armor, he recognised it from somewere he was sure, but could not recall. As the creatures approached the blockade the police opened fire. Bullets panged off rounded breast plates and helms, singing deep into rotting flesh sending the creatures flipping to the ground with a loud metallic noise. He watched with a small amount of mirth on his face, as the amour covered creatures stood straight back up and carried on advancing.
He walked away back to his small hideout. This was not his fight, he would deal with this later. As he turned around and walked away he heard blood curdling screams of agony and death.
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Post by jeanrain on Aug 26, 2008 20:17:22 GMT -5
Ermetico had put in more nights for his hotel he had to get another room since he had a guest with him now (dam my weakness to faires, what were the chances that the man she was searching for was one of my summons) Ermetico laid back on his bed he was getting a bit more rest before trying to leave the city again
Aria was sitting on the other bed she was staring at Ermetico "can he come out now?"
Ermetico tensed alittle (just hearing her speak messes with me) he sighed "in time Aria i wish to leave this city before i try anything else large scale, i told you that already" he opened his eyes alittle and glanced at her. he began to feel a pull on his wrist a small crystal glew on his braclet (i can't look at her, he'll force his way out if i do) Ermetico closed his eyes and turned his back to her "you should get a bit more rest we're leaving tonight"
Aria nodded "ok......can i play alittle music before i rest"
Ermetico gave a slightly annoyed sigh "fine"
Aria smiled alittle and began to play
Ermetico found himself starting to nod off finally he feel asleep
Aria reflected on what had happened since she arrived in the city she gave a small glance at her wrist, fortunatly covered by her arm warmers two new scars had graced her wrist for 2 months she didn't want anyone seeing them, she had seen people in this world who were outcasted for having similar ones
*on the streets*
Azriel was traped in his spirit form he had encountered a number of the creatures and had a few to many close calls he was searching for someone, anyone that could explian what was going on, or atleast another person just to be near
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Post by maltaverunia on Aug 27, 2008 17:30:12 GMT -5
Rebecca had just been quietly reading away in the library which she had been doing so often since the bizarre encounter with Harley and Joker. She wanted to learn so much more about the American culture that she didn't grasp completely. Reading books by authors such as Mark Twain and Kelly Armstrong gave Rebecca great insight into the mind of America, it's seemed no different to many of the other places she had been apart from being so new in years.
She currently reading about the American Civil War, wondering which side Oregon was on to see if she had stopped in the right state of USA, after all no-one wants to be in the losers territory. The story of the southern states reminded a little of home, peoples who's ideology went against the norm and were therefore cast out and quashed against the great steamroller that is social conformity. She always seem to be in such places, where individuals were frowned upon, where the sheep mentality was king above all else.
The Librarian had a small TV playing, after all it was just the two of them in the building and Rebecca never minded everytime the kind old gentleman asked her. He was watching the news, keeping up to date with current affairs that rarely had anything to do with him. He was one of the few people that took Rebecca seriously and looked after her kind-heartedly, even allowing her to stay in the library after closing time, knowing for well she had nowhere else to go.
The voice speaking on the little television seemed distressed about something, Rebecca couldn't keep up but whatever it was, it bothered the old gentleman too. He hurriedly left the desk went over to her and said quietly "You must stay here, it is the safest place to be now, I am going to collect some of the townsfolk who walk the streets, I'll be returning to you soon, I'll lock the door behind me." and with that he began to trot off to the door. "Why are you going?" Rebecca shouted after him, wondering what had shaken him up so much. He didn't reply however, he just walked through the doors, pulling behind like he said he would. Just as she reached the doors, she heard the key turn in the lock and she was alone.
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Post by rulke on Aug 29, 2008 8:11:21 GMT -5
A bell sounded, Jet ran out of the school gates his bag slung over one of his shoulders. Why today? why on a nice sunny day had he gone and left his d*mn homework at home. Jet rounded the corner onto the main street and began to run home. The sun was beating down furiously on him as he ran it was making it difficult for him to run easily.
He paused for breath as he ran on to the main shopping street of crossover, he stopped and stared into a small TV shop on the corner. Every TV was showing the same thing, police blockades with police aiming their guns down streets. What the hell is going on today? so many police about, this is just weird. He set off Jogging back home, he still needed to collect him homework in time to get back to school for afternoon classes, no matter what was going on with the police.
Halfway down the street the entire city erupted into gunfire, he could hear gunshots not just in the distance but just round the next corner. This was getting more bizarre by the second, he had to at least go check it out. As he rounded the corner onto one of the nearest police blockades his eyes widened with shock and terror. Advancing down the street on the police blockade were men in suits of armour. And i thought my day could not get any more bizarre he told himself.
He hid behind some bins when the police continued to open fire, round after round of bullets were buried deep into the mens bodies, yet each time most of them just got straight back up and carried on. Jet was shacking, the adrenaline and fright were pumping through his veins. He had to get home right now, however his legs felt like jelly and everytime he tried to move them they would not budge. He sat there for only a little while longer as he saw the first guy in armour reach the blockade. It was only then that the smell hit him, it smelt of rotting flesh. He looked even harder at the the men attacking the police officers, they weren't men at all, they might of been once but not anymore.
He saw the first zombie thing reach the blockade, he grabbed at the police officer, ripping through his jugular blood spraying everywere. Jet was sick, he vomited into the bin beside him. Time to leave he told himself, right now!. He mustered all his mental energy and forced himself to run away from the blockade, he had to get home, he had to make sure his family were safe, thoughts of his forgotten homework lost.
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Post by maya on Aug 30, 2008 16:16:18 GMT -5
The lunch-time rush was as busy as ever, Maya and two other bar staff were rushed off their feet, but the kitchen staff, more so. She had opened the pub at 11am as usual, in plenty of time to serve lunch. It began as any normal day, a few customers arriving for opening, followed an hour later by people taking their lunch break. However, a little while later, Maya began to pick up on tiny snippets of conversation, stories of odd folk roaming the town wearing ancient looking armour, carrying rusted spears and swords. One woman even told her friend how she watched one of them attacking someone on the street. Frowning slightly, Maya turned on the television that was mounted on a bracket secured to the far wall. The screen flickered into life showing an unscheduled news report, the presenter calmly reassuring townsfolk that the situation was under control and not to be alarmed, a story she didn't believe one bit, however, the situation didn't seem so serious as to warrant her looking into it herself. Leaving the channel on, she returned to serving customers and chatting about what could possibly be happening, trying to calm people as much as possible.
Around 45 minutes after the original broadcast, the news reader graced the screen again, now looking slightly more frantic than before, urging the inhabitants of Crossover to stay inside, before cutting to a journalist out on the street. Maya gritted her teeth as she watched the report, the pub falling into a stunned silence. She turned to the sea of frightened faces, all of them looking to her for instruction. "OK everyone!" She shouted, "I think it would be best if everyone to stay here, it could be dangerous to try to go home just yet." A few people tutted, and reached for their coats. "Screw this!" one slender business man shouted out. "I'm getting out of here!" A large proportion of the crowd nodded in agreement and made their way to the doors. "I can't stop you," Maya called out, "but please, don't leave, you'll be safer off the streets." But they ignored her warnings and left the safety of the pub. Sighing softly and shaking her head, she reached around the archway that lead to the back rooms of the pub, and grabbed a cordless telephone. "For those of you who don't have a mobile phone, use this one to call your loved ones, but please form an orderly cue to use it." She placed the phone on the bar and turned to her two employees, "I think it would be better if you guys stay here as well. Please look after these people and try to keep the pub secure, don't serve any more alcohol, water is free as usual and provide meals on the house. I'm heading out to see if I can help at all." She turned back to the customers "No more alcohol will be served today. Given the circumstances, everyone needs a clear head." A few groans rippled through the pub, yet on the whole, most seemed to agree. "I'll provide free food and water as long as you all need to stay here. She disappeared off into the kitchen to inform the rest of the staff of what had happened.
A few minutes later, she returned to the main room and grabbed her swords from beneath the bar, still in their scabbards. She buckled the belt around her waist and crossed the room to the doors, drawing the heavy bolts across. "You should all be safe in here." She addressed the 20 remaining patrons, "I'm going to take a look outside." She walked back around the bar and under the arch towards the back door. Reaching into her pocket, she pulled out her mobile phone and called Scythe's number, holding it to her ear as she quietly pulled the door open. She stepped out into the ally behind the pub, heading towards Zach's gun shop.
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Post by Anonymous on Aug 31, 2008 21:48:44 GMT -5
Jester sat on the roof of a building. sh*t had gotten real the past few days, and its been getting worse. He sighed. "It looks like darkness seems to be growing here as well. It covers the world returning it to where it began." He heard an empty laughter. A dark voice spoke to him. "Why so morbid today? Realizing the truth of this life and ready to give me back my body?" Jester shook his head and laughed. "Nope, jus felt like talkin to someone and knew that'd grab ya attention." The voice made the sound of a sigh. "You bore me. Oh look, some people are being ripped to shred and beaten to a pulp. Theres something good to see. Gives me that cold feeling we love so much." Jester got up and looked down. A few people lay dead on the street, ripped to pieces or beaten to a bloody pulp. Surrounding the corpse were four strange looking people, they seemed dead and decaying, dressed in odd armour, some with weapons. Ice blades grew off his arms forming fin blades. He jumped down, rolled to cushion the fall and cut two in half at the waist and stood as the ice turned to daggers coming from his hands. He rushed and stabbed one thru the skull and slashed thru the side of the others head. The creatures fell motioless to the ground. The two that had been cut in half crawled toward him. Jester threw te daggers into the creatures head and they stopped moving. He looked at the creatures and began walking. "Can't let this get any worse. Darkness must be controlled"
Wesker walked into the town and watched the carnage begin to unfold. A monster ran at him and swung a sword down at him. Wesker side stepped and grabbed the creature by the arm and broke it off. He tdropped the arm and grabbed it by the neck and remaining arm and lifted it into the air. He looked the creature over. "Hmmm, a reanimated corpse. It's features do not match that of any current virus strains." A look of intrest flashed on his face for a moment. "A new strain perhaps?" The creature let out a loud moan. Wesker moved his hand up onto the creatures head and crushed it then dropped the body. "Whatever it is, I'm going to learn how to use it." He began to head towards a high point on the city for a good point of view. He noticed many other creatures randomly appearing and chasing people slowly. Police tried in vain to hold off the creatures. He smiled to himself. (Reminds me of the good times in Racoon City.) He got to the clocktower and ran inside. He pressed the elevator up buttom and stood still waiting. A few other people walked behind him and waited as well. "The door opened and they all got in. Wesker waited at the front of the elevator next to the door. The doors closed and they started up. Elevator music began playing. He folded his arms and waited, slightly annoyed. He looked to the man next to him. "So what do you think these things are?" The man shrugged. "I don't know and I don't want to think about it." Wesker sighed. "So stengy." He looked forward and kept waiting. He tapped his foot a bit to the tone. The door opened and everyone got out. Wesker stepped outside and jumped up onto the roof of the tower and climbed up the the very top. He got to the top and pulled out some binoculars and looked around the town with them, waiting for something to make itself noticable.
Nny walked in the back alleys of the city. Ahead of him loud music played. A few punk looking guys were smoking pot with a stereo next to them blaring loud music. As Nny walked by he covered his ears. The loud music was annoying him. The punks laughed at him. One of the punks took a hit and spoke in a huffed voice. "Whasa matta noodle? Ss too loud fuh ya?" The group laughed. Nny turned to and walked to them. "I was going to let you live. You see I'm on a little quest for some form of peace but idiots like you keep me from getting ANYWHERE!!" One of the others opened his mouth to say something and a hook went into his mouth and ripped thru the back of his neck and thru his neck. His head lulled to the side and his body fell. "Don't interupt me!!" He turned to the other two, each had a horrified expression. "Now, as I was saying, I was going to let you live but thanks to your little comment making my life even the slightest bit more of a joke, I'm going to take your lives. Appreciate the warning and embrace your last ecstacy of life." The girl with them screamed and knives impaled her to the wall. Nny pulled out a short sword with a smiley face on it's hilt and cut her head off. "Shut up!! Its already loud enough with your god d*mn music blasting my ears!" The one who made the joke dropped his joint and staggered backwards. "I-i-it was jus a joke bra.... take it eazy..." Nny pulled a knife out of the girls body and threw it into the man's shoulder. He fell back wards holding his wound and Nny stepped on his chest. "Just jokes can be taken the wrong way. You don't know who I am and therefore can't cast judgement like that." He stabbed into the man's chest and slowly dragged it up. "Now shut up and leave me alone!" He dragged it thru the man's heart and he stopped moving and lay still, dead. Nny pulled the sword out of the man and put it into his jacket, he had blood marks on him. He took the knives and put them into his trench too. He pushed the stop button on his cd player and kept walking. He turned around. "And quit smoking that stinking poop plant!" He turned again and felt a hand on his shoulder. He grabbed the sword again and spun around and slashed thru the hip of what grabbed him. "Don't tou-" He stopped and looked down at a creature. It looked like a zombie. He started poking it with the sword. "Um... what are you?" The creature moaned and reached. Nny cut his hand off. "Don't touch me." He started off. "Wonder where the zombies are coming from." He smiled. "I wanna see whats making zombies!" He ran off toward the center of town.
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Post by Jon Talbain on Sept 1, 2008 2:08:47 GMT -5
Jon jumped back and caught his breath. His clothes were torn and he had blood on him. He was breathing heavily. The undead kept coming, the only breaks being when there were less of them for a while. "Where are they coming from?" The anchor that was here had since been killed off while his camera man caught it all on tape and was now recording Jon as he fought. (Not something I like but I don't have time to deal with him right now.) He turned to a sword wielding zombie followed by other zombues rushing at him. (But I've got prior engagments to deal with.) He rushed at the sword wielder and slammed his fist into its chest and brought his elbow down and raised his knee to crush its skull. The body fell to the ground and he moved onto the next one. Jon had been fighting for a good few hours now and it was starting to get annoying. A few of the cops ran off when it got too bad, others broke down mentally. The stronger ones had been swapping out ealier, but it was becoming to the point where they all where needed, and to top it off they only had so much ammo. They were starting to run out. Jon grabbed the spear being thrust at him by the pole and pulled it forward and spun on his toes and slammed his other foot into the monsters head and crushed it in on itself and knocked the monster to the side. He spun the spear and held it ready. He smirked. "Personally I prefer staves and nunchucku, but adaption is good too." He swung at the creatures and continued fighting. (If this keeps up like this I'll have to turn.) He plunged the spear thru the skull of a beast and swung it so the beast flew into a few of its comrades. He breathed heavily. "But I doubt I can fight for much longer like this..." He assumed a ready position andheld himself in a central position as the creatures began to surround him, the remaining officers, and the camera man. The camera man turned to a few officers. "What would you like to tell the public?" The cop shot a few rounds into a creatures and reloaded quickly. "I love you Hilda... I'm sorry for not being with you..." Jon swung in close and slammed the side of the spear into a monster and senr it wheeling to the side and snapping the spear. "You speak as if we are nearing death." He hurled the broken end of the spear into a monsters skull. "We will survive, of that I have no doubt. You humans have a way of doing that." The camera turned to Jon. "Who are you anyway?" Jon stood in a ready position and rushed into the monsters. "I'm a monster as well." He began to resume the grand fray that he was in while the cops circled and countinued shooting as the camera man filmed it all.
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Post by lupuscollas on Sept 1, 2008 7:55:27 GMT -5
sparx had mostly been spending his time either in the pub or wandering the streets looking for electrical pieces anywhere; bags on the floor, rubbish bins and even the bins outside any major electrical store in town.
it was just a normal day in the town when he was checking a bin outside a T.V store and saw the news reports, "now wasnt the best time to be outdoors" he thought. He hurried quickly to the lucky pub only to find the doors shut, it was unlike maya to be out on a normal business day unless she'd seen the reports on the T.V too.
He tried to keep to the quietest points of town taking care to avoid contact with anything human, what were those creatures on T.V and why wouldnt they stay down when they were shot. he then remembered the armour are they machines he thought it would explain why they didnt die.
his curiosity got the better of him and he went to one of the police barracades confronted with a wave of rotting human skulls convinced him that no machine would let itself get into such dis repair and he hurried quickly from the site.
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Post by sebek on Sept 1, 2008 15:06:48 GMT -5
Zorin was walking back from the forest. He often went out there, to practice his skills or just for the solitude. Today it had been a bit of both. He had felt the need to escape the town for a few hours and he had felt a strange urge to work at his magic. It had been a warm bright morning, the forest full of life, of course it always was, but on gloomy days it wasn't quite so apparent. As he usually did he found a quiet place to build a small fire, near the stream. That way he was able to practice all his elemental manipulation skills, Earth, Air, Fire and Water. Of course he never did anything of enormity for fear of detection. Despite living in crossover safely for a while he still retained his old caution.
He arrived back at the cafe he was staying at, Petes Eats, owned by Jets parents, just after midday. It was lunchtime and the cafe was getting busy. Zorin tended to avoid the cafe itself when he wasn't helping out there. He entered through the back door and headed for the kitchen. He moved quietly and easily among the cooks working at the steel worktops and the stoves and ovens. He found some bread and some cheese in the store room and took it upstairs. Zorin settled in an armchair in the lounge and munched on his bread and cheese, it wasn't much but it was all he felt like eating. The fish from that river really were to good to miss, he thought, smiling to himself. After he finished his small meal Zorin headed out again. He disliked being indoors for a long time.
Zorin crept cautiously along the city streets, he could hear gunfire but sporadic now. The stench of death reached his nose, around a corner he same across one of the road blocks. It was carnage there were bodies and trashed and burning vehicles scattered everywhere and the stink of blood was strong. Something emerged from an alleyway. It was a huge thing stinking of decay and clad in armour. Zorin felt a fury and repulsion writhe in his gut, this monster was an abomination whatever it was. The thing turned towards him, Zorin reacted instinctively, drawing on his power he began stirring the flames of one of the burning police cars between himself and the creature building the fire higher, he began stirring the air around the fire spinning it into a tornado of flames. Standing with his arms raised above his head Zorin capped off the biggest conjuration of his life sending his whirling firestorm rushing towards the beast, there was a smell of roasting flesh then moments later it was all over. Zorin fled not stopping until he reached the alley behind the cafe where he stopped to catch his breath before slipping inside, heading upstairs and shutting himself in his room.
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Post by maltaverunia on Sept 1, 2008 17:01:52 GMT -5
Nathaniel had been making his usual routinely visits to the people of Crossover, stopping by to help some of the older and more infirm members of the parish with the chores and general work around the town. Since his arrival the church services were slowly growing in number, so many of Crossover seemingly losing their faith in the Lord. He had managed to tidy up the place a little bit with the help of a few others and had now made enough of a home that he could deal with most needs. "Best get back to the Church, after all, anyone could be waiting for me, it wouldn't do to have no kettle on for them now would it" he told himself as he left an old lady he had been speaking to. As he walked down the street back towards the church he saw squadrons of police travel past him quickly in the opposite direction, towards the centre of town. "Now what the devil be going on over there?" He thought, not really sure whether to intrude or not. "Guess it's best to leave the ol' boys to deal with it" He said as he continued to the church, needing a fresh brew.
Just as he reached the turning before the church he heard a very recognisable sound coming from the graveyard next to the church. "So, you little blighters have come to play have you, about time we had some fun" He shouted as he readied his staff to strike the first zombie coming towards him, luckily enough these had just struggled to get out the ground, not particularly dangerous but enough in numbers. "Hope you've brought friends me lad, you'll need them" as he struck out at the first zombie to reach him, hitting it square in the jaw with the crucifix on his staff...
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Post by Nexus Wolf on Sept 2, 2008 20:37:32 GMT -5
Scythe had gotten back to his place in the abandoned factory after making a short trip into town to find some bits and pieces. Now that he had a job sort of, he could start getting things he needed, spare parts and pieces to make the some of the stuff he couldn't buy. Town had been really busy, and something seemed out of place. But people tend not to talk to a 6'4" man in a huge black cloak.
He bumped the bag down in the small room he had started to use as home, the place looking a little more cosy then it had a month or so ago. Then again, for a cyborg, comfort wasn't really that important, so even a prison mattress was cosy. The wall were adorned with some paintings of Scythe's own hand, something he had taken up in his spare time and had begun to rather enjoy.
A TV sat on the desk, which Scythe flicked on while he found room for the bits and pieces he had found. He enjoyed the background noise, and he normally left it on a news channel, so he could keep an eye out on the city should something start happening. He had started to do that recently, he'd picked up Maya's and Zach's love for the city of Crossover, and their want to keep it safe, especially seeing as at least ever week something tried to hurt it or the people...
Whilst sticking a few sheets of steel behind the bed, the channel had a bulletin, the news reporter's voice drowned out in the background against moving sheets of metal. But as the report moved to the reporter on the streets, Sevens attention was caught, sitting down on his bed and watched the scene unfold.
The report drew to a close, leaving Scythe sitting there, a little stunned by this. He knew exactly what Zombies were, the company had... ties with the umbrella cooperation, that is to say, he had been trained to eliminate many types of creatures that seemed to appear from them. A little bit after the report, as Seven was getting some equipment together, his mobile rang. The Screen read Maya, Scythe hit the receive button quickly, and listened to an urgent sounding Maya on the other side.
"You seen the news there Scythe?" Her accent had gotten a bit thicker, it tending to show more when she got stressed. "Yes, I was about head to Zach's and pick up that stuff I ordered a while back, I think I'm going to need it." His own was almost none existent, only the slightest hint of an American twang to it after his time in Crossover. "Ok, I'm heading that way now, I'll meet you there." Scythe could hear her breathing as as she walked, the odd sound of the city creeping through. "Ok, see you there Maya." He hung up, placing the phone in the packs that he now carried, strapped to his thighs and attacked to a belt around his waist. There were two empty parts strapped to his legs, layered up, looking like they held a fair number of slim flat objects, and a sheath hung from the back of his belt sideways, though nothing sat in it.
Grabbing his cloak, Scythe headed out of his room, locked it, and ran up to the top of the building, reaching the rooftops in no time. It was often faster to travel this way across the city, and he remained mostly unseen.
Jerra was bored, really bored...
The day had been dragging along as Jerra dangled a leg in her swimming pool, even if it was a nice hot day, rare in Crossover, meaning a rare chance for a dip for some people, but she never really did like pools that much, made her tail go puffy. The house was great, she had bought it seeing as was going to be in town for a while, sort of a break from her travelling and treasure hunting. But now she was bored....
She wondered into the house and grabbed a nice cool drink, fanning herself with a hand. She flicked the radio on, feeling like dancing a bit as she made a nice smoothie, but as she flicked through the channels, all there was was boring boring news. She sighed, and left it on a channel, hoping the news would end soon so she coulds listen to something. She moved to the fridges and grabbed some oranges, a mango and some a pineapple, peeling the oranges, slicing and dicing the mango and pineapple, sticking them in the blender with some other stuff.
The News rattled on, something about something happening in the city, as Jerra put a straw in the glass, drinking some of the orange coloured concoction. Her ears a pricked up at the sound of gun shots. "Ooooo, now that's music to my ears, something interesting to go watch!" She rushed over to the living room and grabbed her sword from its stand, drink still in hand, and ran over to the door, hitting the security panel as she past.
She hoped in her car and headed for the city centre, the wind sweeping past her, her ears swept back, the motor revving deeply as she pushed the accelerator closer to the floor, she loved the thrill of speed, dodging amongst the traffic. Her drink sat comfortably in the drink holder.
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Post by brutalmisfit on Sept 4, 2008 19:11:59 GMT -5
Zach sat behind the counter of his little shop, drinking coffee and watching the news. His brother sat beside him, a smoking cigarette in his mouth, his feet propped up onto the counter as they listened to the reporter speak of the horrific beasts breaking out from under the city.
"I told you, you're bad luck man." Mike said, taking a drag from the butt. Zach simply shrugged a shoulder, sighing quietly as he took another sip of the steaming liquid. Wincing, he placed the cup down onto the table; it had nearly burned through his teeth, it felt.
Feeling the hair form on his tongue, he walked over to the door to lock it. Before he could, a loud knock came at the door, making Zach jump nearly a foot into the air. Feeling his heart beating in his ears, he picked up a short barreled revolver from the table, the silvery steel shining from the light of the fluorescent bulbs hung from the ceiling.
Slowly, he opened the door, expecting to see a rotten body willing and able to bite at his face; instead he saw a much more pleasant sight. "Well aren’t you a sight for sore eyes? Come on in Maya."
As Zach spoke to the girl, Mike heard a knock on the back of the door; probably that odd looking dude that worked at Maya's pub.
Still, Mike had to be careful, things around the city had went heywire, and one never could tell if anyone would be a freind or an enemy in this kind of situation. Mike pulled his Defender from his waistband, and slowly unlocked the door.
Surely enough, it was Scythe, "Heya ya big weirdo, how's the weather up there?" Mike smiled, opening the door to let him in, "Be quick about it, seems we're in a bit of trouble. You'll be happy to know that order of yours came in."
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