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One Month [Zombie Apocalypse RP]

Ved
After helping him up, a very serious look spread across his face.
"The Nazis were fascists, and if you align yourself with them I will gut you like the pig you are."
He said quietly, his grandparents were Jewish, and had been inside Nazi concentration camps, so he had a very stern view in regards to Nazism or Fascism. He knew that not many people were well versed towards what fascism was, so he had grown patient in explaining it, but after he explained it, they would have one last chance

Turning to Finn, he clapped his hand on the sode of the boy's Neck.
"Good to see ya, you alright?"
He asked with a wide smile, he liked the kid.
"The other two ditch ya?"

One Month [Zombie Apocalypse RP]

Ved
As he charged, he saw things unfold in slow motion, which was common in situations that got his blood flowing with adrenaline. He watched as the man drew out two arrows and held them like pointed daggers, aiming directly towards him. Instead of continuing to rush forward, he moved to the left of the man, and dropped down to his knees, sliding with his right leg extended, hooking onto the mans Ankles and pulling them out from under him.
"Speaking with an aimed weapon is Fascism, not reasoning."
He growled, standing up, looming over the downed man. Then doing the unexpected, and offering a hand to help him up.
"Act as a fascist again, and you will be crushed, not debated. "
He warned lowly, he would allow a single second chance to anyone who acted in a manner similar to Fascism. It was a common mistake in this wasteland, and he would correct them, but only once. If they did it a second time, they would either be crushed, or left for dead.

They Are Among Us

Ved
Taking her hand he knelt down, blowing deep pure smoke into her mouth and nose. At first it had no effect, but then it slowly began to force a drowsiness upon her, and within about 45 seconds she fell asleep, dreaming of what life was once like prior to the European Infestation.

A young boy, about 14 years of age stood facing you, his eyes bright and smiling, before grabbing your wooden hand and pulling you along. You were still very young, only about 1200 years old, and often spent your days playing with the other children, Human and Kapre. As he ran he let go of your hand, and you jogged lightly to keep up.

A loud crack sounded, like that of lightning, you look up to see if it was storming, but the cloud was clear. You look back to the young boy, and as your eyes meet his there is another echoing crack, and you see a splatter of red on the ground, as the boy falls in front of you...

You hid, the white men had found your home and you knew if they found you you would be gone in a second. It was a week after you had recieved your pipe and they had come, swinging axes and shooting, killing anything that was in their path. One neared your tree and you felt a wave of hatred wash over you, and you leapt down, tearing into him and the others that came running in the sounds of screams.

Minutes latter you stood over the fallen bodies. Perhaps now, they would stop sending humans to attack your home...

Your forests and kin had been decamated, the once proud lands of your people were occupied by hundreds of thousands of humans, all completely unaware of the crimes they had commited against your kind.



The pipes magic wore off, and she would awaken in the arms of Ved, a few dozen feet in the air, high up in an old tree.

One Month [Zombie Apocalypse RP]

I'd just like to make it clear that if you want to interact with Ved, he acts like a cornered animal when he feels threatened. He isn't just some big brute, he can easily be reasoned with, just not if he is being aimed at by a barrel or bow.

One Month [Zombie Apocalypse RP]

Ved
He had just stood up from zipping the bag when he saw the man come around the corner with a drawn bow aiming for his chest and stomach area.
"You ain't too smart, are ya?"
He asked with a low chuckle, then chucking the heavier of the two duffle bags, dropping the lighter, and sprinting forward, his shoulder aimed for the mans ribcage. No matter what, the bag would either take the shot or throw it off. It was up to this man whether or not he could get out of the way fast enough to avoid being plowed into the air, and then the ground soon after. Ved was moving like a tank, not too fast, but fast enough to be a real threat.

One Month [Zombie Apocalypse RP]

@thesagaofluke
Have him stick around Ved, he'll learn quick enough.

One Month [Zombie Apocalypse RP]

Ved
His heavy boots thumped away from the direction the others were heading, towards the garden supplies section. Unsurprisingly they were nearly overflowing, and he quickly found a surplus of what he needed. Lifting the bottle he double checked the name and ingredients 'Spectacide; Stump Killer- 100% Potassium Nitrate' Satisfied, he put every bottle he could see, five in total, into a large duffle bag. Moving a bit down the aisle he found a 5-pound bag of a powder labelled Elemental Sulfur, and placed it in his bag as well. Moving to another Aisle, he found a single large bag of charcoal and place it into his duffel bag. Finally, he grabbed a small heavy duty grinding bowl.

Grabbing another bag, he moved to the home improvement section and filled it with as much PVC pipe, caps, and glue as he could, as well as a few hundred feet of single strand string, a solar powered drill, several large boxes of nails, a pipe-saw, and a pair of scissors.

One Month [Zombie Apocalypse RP]

Ved
"Good luck surviving with that knife and those pansies."
He called after him with a soft chuckle, his boots thumping as he walked down to the sports section, searching for a tin of boot polish and a baseball bat. He'd do good to have a weapon that would but a few feet between him abd the undead, he came close to getting bit before.

As he searched, he encountered a pile of remains, presumably human remains, on the floor, some of the half eaten and others untouched. He knew what that meant, that horde of undead earlier wasn't the enire pupulation of infected at this location. He slipped his hands into his flight jacket pockets, slipping the brass knuckles over his fingers in preperation.

They Are Among Us

Ved
He smiled gently as the vine grew, standing up, he offered his hand for her to take. He wanted to take her to the forest, and show her what humanity had done, and ask her what there was he could do to regrow his homeland and reintroduce his people to their native lands. He had over 800 years to think of a solution, and he could not find one. Perhaps his mind was too simple for a complex answer.
"Please, come with me."
He requested, his hand still outstretched, Waiting patiently.

One Month [Zombie Apocalypse RP]

Ved
He had stood silently throught the entire encounter, keeping an eye on the woman with the bow. As the second newcomer came and began barking suggestions, he growled silently to himself. He was an Anarchist and a Socialist, meaning that authority did not exsist, nor did seperation. Everything was done by the people
as a whole, or it didn't happen at all.

Walking near Lydia, he turned to her, grabbing her bow and chucked it in a solid motion, then as if nothing happened and continued walking. He through it far enough that if she drew it on him, he would have enough time to round a corner into an aisle before the arrow was even fired.
"Threaten me again, and you'll find yourself looking like one of the Infected back there."
He said with a chuckle, knowing that he would likely be capable of it. He knew the others were intimidated, not many people can survive that number of infected with an automatic rifle, let alone with a pair of brass knuckles and fist knives.