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DEAD ISLAND 💀🌴

^@Vaeltaja

It wasn’t until Elijah got through the door with the second woman, and the door closed, that she realized she’d been holding her breath. During those eternal seconds, she’d heard a commotion behind her but had been too fixated to look. Now she turned and saw the panicked man, whom she’d guessed was trying to close the door early, pinned to the floor by a new guy that she vaguely recognized; there was also a woman about her age trying to convince the second fellow to let the first guy up.

As the collective adrenaline rush started to ebb and one of the, apparently French, women thanked them all, Eliza felt a rather strong need to just scream for like an hour; but unfortunately or maybe fortunately that wasn’t really possible. Not trusting her self to speak for a bit, she thanked the security guard with a pat on the shoulder. Her arms went slack and her fingers lost their strength, causing her to drop her bar. The world seemed to fade out for a moment, before a voice beside her made her focus.

”Huh, what?” It took several seconds to her brain to process what he’d said. ”Sorry…kinda zoned out there for a moment.” Absentmindedly she ran her fingers into her braided mass of hair to scratch her head. ”My vacation? Well it started on a shitty note, before all this, and has been downhill since…”

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^{@XoXKieroBombXoX}

She felt…old. Granted none of her new compatriots seemed that much younger than her, but she could tell she was the oldest one there. She watched them as the filtered in, the red-head with a chip on her shoulder, the short kid with eyes that seemed older than his face and the tiny boy with a lever-gun who was trying to pass as as a girl, and doing quite well. The only thing that’d given him away was the fact that Aden had had a chance to watch him approach from some distance, the way he moved wasn’t right; that said, Aden didn’t really care, though she questioned the practicality of the skirt.

The stoic man, who’d been there when Aden arrived, spoke of them heading out as the gate groaned open. ”Aye,” She said, standing and slinging her scattergun over a shoulder. ”Best we should be about it. Got to earn that princely sum they’re paying us.” As this played out, there was a slight twinge of jealousy in the back of her mind, because while she’d been observing the other Hunters, she’d sensed Gamas interacting with the other Spirits, something she wish she could do. At times she’d pressed her ‘friend’ for information about its kind, but it was never overly forthcoming.

As they started moving, she angled over besides the boy in girls clothes. Aden was a bit tall compared to most women, but next to this boy she felt like a giant. ”Aden,” She said conversationally, extracting a hand rolled cigar from a tin and lighting it with a battered lighter. Once it was drawing properly, she blew a stream of smoke straight up before making a motion towards the lever gun. ”You have much time with that iron? Been thinking about getting one myself.” She reached back and patted the butt of her scattergun. ”This is all well and fine, but sometimes a bit more range would be nice.”

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Aww, okay then.

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@Undying Curiosity Are Spirits capable of seeing/interacting with one another?

DEAD ISLAND 💀🌴

^@Delphio

”Got it!” She replied as Elijah went after a woman who seemed to be moving like she was out for a stroll. Breaking into a bit of a run, she clapped the security guard on the shoulder as she passed. ”Fall back to the door!” Without waiting for a reply, she reached the door and pushed by another woman. ”Clear the doorway, give ‘em space!”

Just inside the office she looked about briefly and spotted movement, some older fellow was making a dash for the door control panel; she could read the panic on his face. ”HEY!” She shouted, using her Army ‘command’ voice. ”Touch that and I break your fucking knees!” Turning back to the door, she made ready to help if needed.

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-Last Night-

It was late in one of Honorfire’s less than stellar neighborhoods and music echoed out of a disreputable looking bar and into the worn streets around. The music swelled as the door crashed open as a fellow slammed through it and tumbled onto the sidewalk, coming to rest in a pile of refuse. While certainly still alive, it was plain he wouldn’t be moving under his own power for sometime. A silhouette filled the doorway, as Aden Chernus stood there with a triumphant smirk as she straightened her marginally ruffled shirt.

“Was that really necessary, Aden?” A voice asked over the dull murmur of voices as she turned back inside, closing the door as she did. ”Hey, it’s not like I killed him.” She replied, heading towards the bar. The bartender, who’d questioned her just shook her head as she poured a drink for another customer. ”Y’ could ’ve just said y’ were a Hunter, I mean, don’t you lot get some sort of crest to prove that? I’m sure if you’d pulled that out he’d ‘ve apologized..maybe even bout you a drink.” ”Maybe Sheena, maybe.” Aden replied, reclaiming her drink from where she’d set it on the bar. ”On the other hand, he was talking shit and you know I couldn’t let that pass.”

Sheena, the owner and sole barkeep of the Honor’s End, a rough and tumble dive bar built right against Honorfire's outer wall, just shook her head and rolled her eyes. Aden was a long time regular, and unlike many of the others, she paid her tabs. ”So,” She said, starting to wipe down the bar. ”Where you off to? You’re only this ‘fighty’ just before you head out.” Aden laughed and downed her third, or was it fifth, beer of the night. ”Oh, it’s a bad sign when your barkeep knows you so well.” They both shared a chuckle, before Aden got a little serious. ”Nothing too major,” She lied. It bothered her a bit, lying to someone she did actually consider a friend, but it was what it was. ”Just a patrol to the city’s southeast…rumor of a concentration of demons, so we’re gonna do a little scouting.” Sheena blanched a bit at her words. ”Hey don’t worry,” Aden said with a grin. ”My tabs all paid up after all!” Despite her obvious worry, Sheea laughed and reached out to cuff Aden in the shoulder. ”Very funny you ass, but seriously, do stay safe.” ”Always.”

-Now-

Aden yawned and grimaced as the hangover pecked at her. ”Laugh it up you ass.” She muttered to the human-shaped silvery figure ‘walking’ beside her. Gamas never spoke, but she could sense what it was thinking or saying, and right now it was most amused. Reaching the North Gate, she spotted what could only be another Hunter; the only other people nearby were the on duty guards, and civilians tended to avoid the areas near the gates when at all possible.

”Yo,” She said by way of a greeting. Propping herself against a wall, she did a once over of what little gear she was carrying, before taking the scattergun, which had been slung over a shoulder, and ‘racking’ it to load a shell. Then with deft and practiced hands, she slowly pulled the bolt open again. This time she re-seated the shot she’d just loaded, before tucking another round taken from her gear, under the bolt and onto the lifter. That done, she eased to bolt forwards before flipping the gun upside down and feeding a new shell into the magazine tube. All loaded up, she captured the gun’s hammer under her thumb and pulled the trigger, easing the hammer down once it released.

All that done, she dropped onto the bench beside Zyrick with another yawn. Gamas stood in front of the man and seemed to be studying him.

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Fair enough, wanted to be sure so I didn't mess anything up

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@Undying Curiosity Should we post, or would do you want to fill your [Reserved] spot first?

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@XoXKieroBombXoX Just saw Undying's comment, and the gun-nerd in me compels me to speak up. If you want a (relatively) high capacity firearm that is compact and easy to use, go for a lever action rifle.

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@Undying Curiosity When were you thinking of starting? Or are you still wanting to see if anyone else wants to put in a CS?