Kuro

What Are You Listening To?

Heroes Rise: Paragon City

Z E R O - Z E R O
Z E R O - Z E R O

Location: Financial District, Paragon City
Skills: N/A

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Leaving her alone to fend for herself? Bah. Nancy preferred to fight solo. It kept things simple. There would be no one to worry about. No one to cry over. Her father had already been a victim of the Delgatos. She didn't want anyone else to become a victim of her quest for vengeance, especially some jumpstart kid hero.

As the girl took out the final thug with ease, however, Nancy couldn't help but to feel impressed. Perhaps she was wrong about her.

"Fine," Nancy replied. "I suppose you've earned it."

A sharp audible hiss echoed in the room. The back of Zero-Zero began to transform; machine parts whirling to allow Nancy to eject from the cockpit. Placing the exosuit on stand-by mode, Nancy climbed out and approached the student, who was now carefully inching her way towards the Delgato thugs.

As Nancy approached Madalyne, she would see a girl around her age and height. Where flesh would be, most was now replaced with complex machinery and computers. Her half-robotic face would show little to no expression, as Nancy waited for her reaction.

"This is why." Nancy explained. "These implants are the only thing keeping me alive."

She glanced at the Delgatos, who had since been knocked out on the ground.

"My mother was always tough on crime. She didn't bow to them like everyone else did, so what did these bastards do? They planted a bomb to try and kill my mother. Except it wasn't her that night, and my father died trying to keep me alive."

Nancy arched her foot, and kicked one of the Delgato thugs in the ribs. The tone of her voice grew harsher, fueled by a sudden anguish, as she spoke in regards to the thugs. Clearly, some unresolved anger issues began to rear their ugly face as the memory of her near death experience came back.

"Guess what, assholes! You failed. You thought you could rid yourself of a "problem". Oh no, it isn't that easy. I'm coming for you. All of you. You can't stop the inevitable. I'm going to crush Anthony and his little syndicate for what he did, so stay the hell out of my way!"

The Dead Don't Die.

AJ Beaufort

Location: West Caldwell Streets
Skills: N/A

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There was a sense of calm AJ felt in her dad's response. That she was safe now, away from the monsters that attacked Coach Everett and everyone else. Still, the retelling of past events would not be easy; the trauma still fresh in her mind.

"We... the bus was stuck in traffic on our way to the game," AJ began, "when a car crashed into some other cars on the road. Coach Everett and the bus driver told us to stay put so they could go help them. Mr. Everett pulled someone from one of the cars, but then they..."

AJ paused, clearly uncomfortable. She liked Mr. Everett as both a teacher and coach. Now he was gone, and only a mangled shell of a body remained, left behind to rot on the road.

"They attacked him, dad. Everyone started to attack each other. They were biting and ripping each other apart."

She raised the edge of her sleeve up to her cheek, and wiped away a tear that had begun to form.

"We tried hiding on the bus from them, but they found us. They kept beating and banging on the door trying to get inside. We had to force the emergency exit open to get away from them."

AJ glanced out the window, wondering if any of her friends were still alive out there. She could only hope, given the circumstances.

"We ran as fast as we could, but we got separated from each other. Do you think they're okay, dad?" AJ asked. "Maybe... Maybe I could try calling them. Do you think it'd work?"

Alexis "Lex" Karczewski

Location: West Caldwell, Shell Gas Station
Skills: N/A

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The tension rose to a breaking point, and then snapped like a twig. June broke down, apologizing for her actions. Isaac held tight on the hunting rifle, while Gus, finally with some sense, made a positive suggestion for the group.

"If it stops this from happening again." Lex began. "I just hope the commotion didn't draw any of them to us."

Looking around the parking lot, Lex scanned the nearby streets for any sign of motion. A couple infected had wandered out into the open as far as she could see, which left Lex nervous. Though they didn't seem to have caught their attention yet, who knew how many more lurked out in the neighborhood. Ever since everyone had fled the gas station, it had been eerily quiet. No dogs barking. No cars driving down the street. It was as if West Caldwell had suddenly become a ghost town.

"We've got some company." Lex explained, pointing out the nearby stragglers to the group. Hopefully they would be able to get back on the road before the infected even noticed they were there. "So, lets calm down and try to focus on the plan, okay?"

Kali Nordstrom

Location: West Caldwell, Shell Gas Station
Skills: N/A

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Hobbling to his feet, Isaac grabbed the rifle before June could reach for it. Or so Kali had thought before the woman broke down before everyone, apologizing for her actions in a jumbled mess of words. Though June had apologized, however, Kali took the apology at face value. She didn't feel bad for June. The woman had been rightful called out for trying to swipe the few weapons they had. There were shambling cannibals out on the streets, yet she was about to leave them defenseless against them.

Nope. She wasn't going to let that happen. Even if Kali had no idea how to fire a weapon, she wasn't stupid. A gun could keep them alive—safe from the horrors that already claimed several people she cared about. Even the one that now held the hunting rifle that her elderly neighbor had gifted them as they fled New York.

By then, however, Gus spoke up. For once, the man had a sensible idea, suggesting that the guns be left in capable hands. Kali considered the idea, finding it appropriate. Like Lex had said, giving the rifle (and pistols) to someone else could stop such a thing happening again.

Still, Kali wanted to play it safe. She wasn't going to give up anything until June was stripped of the firearms she tried to steal. The rifle was one of the few things that stood in between them and the infected that now were wandering the neighborhood, as Lex pointed out. There had to be conditions in place, more than what Gus had suggested, for her to give up something that could keep them safe.

"Once June gives up the pistols," Kali replied, laying out her demand. "Then someone can have the rifle. But not until then."

Online Pokémon Dice System

@goodboycardinal If you're going to recruit on RPG, the project has to be hosted on RPG. Site rules.

Word association Game!

Cog

the alphabet game. lol

Apple

How high can we count before a mod gets involved?

238

The Dead Don't Die.

AJ Beaufort

Location: West Caldwell Streets
Skills: N/A

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Still frustrated, AJ waited in the backseat for her mother to get in the car. No matter what she could've said, it seemed like her mother had long since made up her mind on how they were going to survive this new pandemic. AJ wished her mother would just listen to what she had to say for once; to take her opinion and concerns into consideration and not just ignore them.

Hiding in the apartment was a stupid idea. They were surrounded by people. The things that killed Mr. Everett easily forced their way onto the school bus. It would be only a matter of time before they found them upstairs, and then they would all be dead. AJ didn't want to die a cruel death like Mr. Everett had, nor did she want her parents to die, either. The thought of it was gut-wrenching and terrified AJ. If those things found them, the only way out would be downwards—right into the jaws of the apocalypse. And her mother was okay with that?

"Dad?"

AJ looked up, her eyes reflecting in the rear view mirror. Her tone felt uncertain; shaky and nervous.

"We're going to be okay, right?"

Alexis "Lex" Karczewski

Location: West Caldwell, Shell Gas Station
Skills: N/A

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One by one, Lex began to search the vehicles for any supplies that might've been left behind by their owners. The first car she searched proved empty, and the second vehicle had been locked.

"Maybe if I..."

Lex considered breaking a window. She thought back to the museum, and how they reassured her that her bosses wouldn't fault her for allowing such actions. In the end, however, she decided against it. Though they needed these supplies, the sound of broken glass or the alarm was bound to draw more of those things to the gas station. No one was certain how many lurked outside the gas station, outside the one that the officers had ran in to take care of. It'd be essentially ringing a dinner bell.

The fourth car she searched had been locked as well, and the sixth had been full of useless junk. The third and fifth, however, were just sightly better. One had a few odd snacks, which Lex eagerly grabbed for their group. She knew it wouldn't get them far, but more food was better than nothing regardless of what it was. The other vehicle had a bunch of abandoned clothes, which after some debate, Lex made the choice to take as well. She had a spare set of clothing, but Lex had no idea if anyone else in their group did. If anything in this pile fit someone, then it was worth taking. Who knew how close the nearest laundromat was to Gus' cabin, after all.

Yet as Lex returned triumphant, basket of clothing in hand, she found the group back at square one screaming and yelling at each other. Some had even called to take up arms in defense of whatever slight had happened.

"Woah, woah!" Lex called out, hurriedly dropping the basket near the MRAP. She wasn't quite certain what had happened, but clearly the tension needed to be diffused before people got hurt. "Let's all calm down, alright? No one needs to get hurt."

Kali Nordstrom

Location: West Caldwell, Shell Gas Station
Skills: N/A

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Kali was thankful that Flynn was willing to help. It still pained Kali that Isaac had been bit, but there was some relief she felt that Flynn was willing to take charge where she could not find the strength to do so. Though Isaac may have been her boss, he was still a close friend. Kali didn't know if she could handle losing someone else, but if it did come to it, she wouldn't be alone in her burden.

"Thank you," Kali spoke, finally cracking a weary smile.

Kali then turned to Liana, who had just stepped out of the MRAP.

"I don't know, Liana." Kali admitted. "They say the bite turns you... into those things. That means Jeff... Isaac... Marvin..."

Her voice began to trail off. The fact that so many people she knew or cared about were going to turn into a cannibalistic monster didn't feel real. But it was, and it was bound to happen anytime soon. Jeff and their neighbor were left behind in New York. Were they mindlessly wandering the city's streets, hungry for blood, like the man that attacked Lex? There was no way she could know, and the thought ate at Kali.

Before she could say much more, however, all hell broke loose.

Unbeknownst to Kali, June had taken the chance to snatch the officers' guns and hid them away in her bag. Thankfully, Billie had caught June in the action, and rightfully called out the woman as she blockaded the MRAP's exit. Still, blocking the exit wouldn't change much; not when the person in question had held not one, not two, but three loaded handguns on their person. If June was planning on leaving guns-blazing, there wasn't anything stopping her from turning Billie into swiss cheese.

Except one. One little thing; a gift from an elderly neighbor.

"Isaac!" Kali exclaimed. "The rifle!"

Do You Have RP Pet Peeves?

If not wanting to hand the reins of my RP over makes me selfish, then damn, I'm selfish. The only way you're going to get that co-GM spot is if you're someone I trust, like @mickilennial. Otherwise, that RP will die with me and me only.