Donk

Colonial

I ain't yer homie, pal. I've posted, what do you wanna do?

Colonial

It took about half an hour for the land to stop spinning rapidly. The remnants of that morn's breakfast were thrown up in the dirt, grilled trout with a side of grilled trout and for desert? More grilled trout. Enjoying the taste of fish as he might be, Pilsky couldn't help but wish he had a bit more variety to his diet. He stood up slowly from the log he had taken as a seat. The corners of his vision still wobbled, but he was getting better as time passed. He bent over to pick up a small crate, the contents of which being a huge load of shellfish he intended to sell at the market. Their meats would be certainly worth something right? That was, if there still was a town. Pilsky really had no idea what things were like in Uponhill. The whole place could just be a burning wreckage ransacked by natives and he hadn't known for weeks. That, or the place could be a thriving industrial town, complete with giant factories and roving fields of food. You never know. Along with the box, he tucked the strap of a small leather sack that held various fancy looking shells. Those he would sell to anyone foolish enough to want to make it into jewelry or a necklace. He had spent the last night scrubbing them up and making them shine, so they had better be worth the effort. Along with those was a small lunch of grilled trout... and a bit of carrots! His feet stamped down onto the earth as he made his way through the forest towards the town. Pilsky had made sure his rowboat was tied up, quadruple knotted, so he had no worry of someone stealing it. It was only after twenty minutes of walking did he make his first discovery. A dandy little cabin with a fast growing field. A man standing in it waved to him, and he waved back. It felt weird seeing a person for the first time in oh, say... two months? It was surprising how quickly the time had passed and how he hadn't gone mad at being alone for so long. Other than brief trips to the land to gather up water, and maybe a bit of scavenging for berries and what not, he had been on the ship alone for the major of his stay at the colony. After he had passed out of sight of the cabin, he stopped and stood still, not knowing what to do. He shook his head and slapped himself on the wrist for stopping. Things were very different as he reached the actual town. It was extremely different from the first months. It actually looked like... a town. People walked around doing their daily chores and he was shocked by the sound that emanated from it all. He was used to the relative silence of the waves and the seagulls that haunted his deck. There was some semblance of an inn, that or it was a boarding house. There were more things as well, from a tanner to a seamstress, to even a blacksmith that had a interesting man walking away from it. The doctor. Pilsky barely remembered the man, but he knew one thing, and that the man was a doctor. He looked around for a moment, wondering if he should tell the man. For the past few weeks, things had been going south for his teeth. His gums had been growing red and bled slightly from time to time, that and his teeth, though not in amazing shape to begin with, had begun to rot slightly. "Oi, doc! Doc, over here!" He called as he jogged over.

Colonial

<Snipped quote by SirBeowulf> Where's mah post, boy?

@Byrd Man

Soon, soon. Give me time, matey. I'll work on it tonight.

Heroes of Beacon - the Next Chapter

Aye have posted. Steak's on the menu, boys!

Heroes of Beacon - the Next Chapter

Aurellius had been a tad disappointed at not having chosen to fight the cougar type Grimm, but had been placated by being able to watch the fight that ensued. It was amusing to say the least. Slightly disappointing that the creature was only a youngling, it would've been certainly nice to watch a full grown one rip people to shreds. Of course, when invited to fight his own Grimm, Aurellius grinned happily. As he stood up, carrying the bulk of Ascalon on his shoulder, he stepped onto the grass five or so meters from the monster. The bovine beast was a sight to behold. His eyes widened slightly as he took it in, noticing its thick muscles and strong legs. It reminded him of those old Cowboy holo-vids he had watched as a child. Aurellius looked back to the crowd of students. "Anyone got a lasso? No? How about a red cape? Nothing?" He shrugged as he turned around, staring at the bull. Shrugging his jacket off of his shoulders, he dropped his weapon onto the ground as he stepped forwards, holding the jacket like an improvised cape. The bull snorted slightly as he waved it around, ignoring him completely. Aurellius stamped his feet, trying to get it to do something. Anything. The cow grunted in response. With a scowl, he tossed the jacket to the side and scooped up Ascalon in one quick motion, the weapon beginning to whirr as he held down the trigger. "Respond to this, asshole," Aurellius said as the minigun began to fire. The weapon began firing, explosively propelled bullets launched towards it. The two second burst collided with it, peppering its flank with bloody holes as it let out a scream of anger and began charging towards him rapidly. Having been satisfied, he threw the weapon to the side and scooped up his jacket again, running at the beast with fervor. He stopped on the drop of a dime, spinning slightly as the bull charged through his feint, going past his flipping jacket and stopping itself, nostrils expunging air as it suddenly stared at him. Aurellius stayed still for a moment before suddenly backing up, tempting the Grimm to charge at him again, only to be halted by a step to the side as he positioned himself next to his weapon. He flipped a switch as he grabbed it, the gun transforming into a lance as the bull passed him again, only to be on the receiving end of a quick stab. It roared with pain as he penetrated its thick leather, grinning as he dug it in deep before pulling out to avoid being gored by its horns. He stabbed at it again, cursing as the tip of his lance glanced off the beast. He backed off just in time as its sharp horns flew inches past his face. He turned and flipped another switch, activating the jets on his pack. The bull screamed yet again as fiery red dust covered it as Aurellius was launched away. Spinning in midair, he landed ten meters away, stopping himself and flipping the Grimm off. It snorted angrily and charged yet again, and Aurellius responded with something stupid. He pole-vaulted it. His weapon dug into the soil as Aurellius flipped over the head of the Sitting Bull, landing backwards on it with a grunt as the beast sent Ascalon flying. With no hesitation, he turned around, hands wrapping around its horns and his thighs clamping tight. It bucked, legs kicking backwards as he held on, letting out a whooping sound as he let go with one hand, waving it around as the beast began kicking. With a grin, his semblance activated, any pain in his body trickling away as he grabbed onto the Sitting Bull's left horn. Aurellius began pulling with all of his strength, ignoring both the popping sounds coming from his muscles and the bull's new cries of pain. With a horrible ripping sound, its horn was pulled out of the socket, blood spurting out of the newly created hole as the bull screamed more. Flipping the horn around in his hand, Aurellius brought it down on the beast's neck. Its scream cut to a gurgle as a large gash was opened in its jugular. Aurellius kept on stabbing, the beast's bucks slowing down until it finally collapsed, blood pumping weakly from the newly created holes. Aurellius hopped off of its back, hands bloody. "Well. That certainly was fun, I'm gonna keep this as a souvenir if nobody minds," he said, holding up the horn.

Hailstorm

I was wondering when you guys would decide to find a more efficient means of transport. I look forward to seeing the adventures of the SZ Bob! By the way, be careful with the guns please. I wanted to try to keep auto and semi-auto guns as scarce as possible. My goal for this RP was to put some twists on the common post-apocalyptic genre, including keeping the fighting format mostly melee to make combat more visceral and personal. I'm not saying "BAD! No guns!" but make sure not to overuse them. I wish I knew where Uffizi's gone to...

@The Red Zephyr

Yeah, yeah. You also gotta keep in mind that the van is also owned by a DERB squad, and DERB probably has better access to weaponry. Most of the shit in the explosivo pile is busted beyond repair, too.

Under the Red Sun

-snip-

@UrbanEvolution

Y... you forgot... me... ;_______ feels

Heroes of Beacon - the Next Chapter

Still no ships for Aurellius and Diamond. Shame. Anyway, time for Aurellius to join the rodeo, I'll get a post up by tonight, I assume I can fully control the animal like Kray did?

Heroes of Beacon - the Next Chapter

-shit's cold, yo-

@Lugubrious

Meanwhile, in Ohio.

Under the Red Sun

<Snipped quote by Ink Blood> Shut up ya stupid eukaryote. #apbiojokes.

@Maxx

The mitochondria is the powerhouse of the cell, motherfucker.