I've been reading through this RP even after leaving just to see what was up. I have to say, I would have appreciated it if at least one of you messaged me asking for permission to use my characters. As needed as they were for whatever wizardguy had in mind for this RP, and as short as they were used by him, they are still my characters. I don't exactly feel comfortable knowing that someone other than me is using them.
Sorry if it seems I'm overreacting, but I'm pretty cautious of these things. If you needed me to continue something, you could have just asked.
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"So... the Reapers. Why were you kicked out of their society?"
Raphael remembered how Noctis had acted towards Blithe, calling her an outcast, and how Blithe mentioned several times she hated them and was nothing like them.
Raphael remembered how Noctis had acted towards Blithe, calling her an outcast, and how Blithe mentioned several times she hated them and was nothing like them.
Raphael considered asking Blithe for help in finding out more about his own family and their secrets. He actually hadn't really thought about them much, other than the fact he'd have gone their same ways of using light magic.
"Perhaps maybe one day... soon really. I have new things to worry about though..."
"Perhaps maybe one day... soon really. I have new things to worry about though..."
Michael's mind snapped. Perhaps just in the smallest bit, but it snapped. Unwanted thoughts that Michael had been suppressing since the start of this whole fucked up mess came flooding into his mind. His parents lying dead on the ground with their insides torn out, his beloved avian pet lying on a bloody puddle pouring from its missing head...
Were it not for the gas mask, tears could have been easily spotted in his eyes even at such an inopportune moment. The last zombie that came for him probably would have grabbed him had its groans and snarls not snapped him out of his state of worry.
It ended up as one of the most gruesome objects of Michael's frustration. Instead of simply stabbing it through the head, Michael dodged it and kicked it to the ground like he would a door. Afterwards, he repeatedly kicked and stomped on its head and chest until nothing was left but a gorey mess.
"I want... to go home..." he gasped out. Michael dropped to both his knees. Where were his mom and dad? He began to shudder, his hands tightening over the hilt of the blade. For a split second he considered driving the thing through himself and put himself out of this nightmare. He wouldn't have to worry anymore about his parents, and could in fact probably join them right away...
Were it not for the gas mask, tears could have been easily spotted in his eyes even at such an inopportune moment. The last zombie that came for him probably would have grabbed him had its groans and snarls not snapped him out of his state of worry.
It ended up as one of the most gruesome objects of Michael's frustration. Instead of simply stabbing it through the head, Michael dodged it and kicked it to the ground like he would a door. Afterwards, he repeatedly kicked and stomped on its head and chest until nothing was left but a gorey mess.
"I want... to go home..." he gasped out. Michael dropped to both his knees. Where were his mom and dad? He began to shudder, his hands tightening over the hilt of the blade. For a split second he considered driving the thing through himself and put himself out of this nightmare. He wouldn't have to worry anymore about his parents, and could in fact probably join them right away...
If she's gonna go that way, then she at least better leave one chick for Michael xD!
Michael and and Izzy make the best zombie slaying tag team. The two could be like, assassins/zombie cleaners for hire!
Michael and and Izzy make the best zombie slaying tag team. The two could be like, assassins/zombie cleaners for hire!
You should probably give me a call then :p. Michael is pretty much the embodiment of what I'd do and be like during a zombie apocalypse!
Don't count on any medical experience though. Sure I've taken a few health and biomed classes, but it probably wouldn't do much if someone was in actual desperate need. Come to me for tactics and plans!
Don't count on any medical experience though. Sure I've taken a few health and biomed classes, but it probably wouldn't do much if someone was in actual desperate need. Come to me for tactics and plans!
"I can relate. I don't know much about the true powers and secrets of the... group I was expelled from."
Michael had taken up on John's suggestion of locating a map to find the control room. It had taken nothing buta mere two minutes to find one of those lit up displays ccontaining a map of the mall's floors and their layout. Complete with a handy "You are here" arrow, the control room was only made difficult to get to by the zombies roaming around.
Michael suggested that they take on only the smaller groups of zombies consisting of at least five. Larger groups would have to be avoided to save energy and avoid any casualties, and if the bastards were in the way, leading them away to create enough room to charge through was the next best thing to do.
It was fun. Michael actually did feel like a cross between Agent HUNK with his full head gas mask and the assassin Daud with his dragon blade. He felt empowered, and the adrenaline rush lasted him through all the way to the control room.
The fucking flesh eaters were everywhere, and already had begun to break down the only thing between the man in the room and their group of slobbering corpses.
"Come on you disgusting fucks! There's free, unblocked food right over here!"
Hopefully that would get there attention and lead enough of them away to give the control room guy an easier time. Michael and John would handle the zombies that came in their direction. With one fast and hard thrust of his blade, the massacre of corpses begun again...
Michael suggested that they take on only the smaller groups of zombies consisting of at least five. Larger groups would have to be avoided to save energy and avoid any casualties, and if the bastards were in the way, leading them away to create enough room to charge through was the next best thing to do.
It was fun. Michael actually did feel like a cross between Agent HUNK with his full head gas mask and the assassin Daud with his dragon blade. He felt empowered, and the adrenaline rush lasted him through all the way to the control room.
The fucking flesh eaters were everywhere, and already had begun to break down the only thing between the man in the room and their group of slobbering corpses.
"Come on you disgusting fucks! There's free, unblocked food right over here!"
Hopefully that would get there attention and lead enough of them away to give the control room guy an easier time. Michael and John would handle the zombies that came in their direction. With one fast and hard thrust of his blade, the massacre of corpses begun again...
"Glad I could help," Raphael says with a smile. If she was going to help him if and when the time came, she should be prepared as well.
"What exactly did you want to know?"
"What exactly did you want to know?"
"No problem," Raphael responds. He waited for Blithe to finish examining and reading the tome.
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