Lady of Lore

The Risen: Fear the Fallen

Name: Briana Argent

Age: 27

Born In: Chicago, Illinois

Resides In: Boston, Massachusetts

Family: Younger sister, Katie, MIA. Older brother, Jeremy, MIA. Father, Calvin, MIA.

Occupation Prior To Outbreak: Program leader at Soul Shelter, a refuge for the homeless, impoverished, battered people of Boston founded by Briana and her older brother, Jeremy.

Current Status: Alive, Immune

Terminus Release: Initially? Home, in my apartment, watching the chaos on TV with the rest of the world. But I knew it was coming before then. I was sitting in a tiny Thai restaurant on Charles Street when I got the call. My dad was in town. But he was doing that speed-talking thing he does when he's anxious, I could hear the fear in his voice. He wanted to meet me. I told him where I was, he burst in the door minutes later, and I will never forget the look on his face when he took my fork full of pad thai, put it down, and shoved his glasses back up his nose. I'd never seen that look on anyone before. It scared the hell out of me.
He paid my bill, literally threw the money at the waiter and dragged me out of the restaurant back to my apartment. Only after I'd locked the door and sat down, bewildered, did he tell me what was going on.

Except he didn't really tell me anything. It was too much information to process, too many details spat at lightspeed. Hours until an attack? Something about a bioweapon? Death, mutations, dead rising, Michigan, a cure, everything was explained in the USB…
All I caught before he slammed the syringe into my thigh was that everything was about to change. And then I blacked out.
I woke up fourteen hours later to a dark apartment, no father, and a tiny USB chip on a thin silver chain wound around my hand. I called Grant immediately. I tried called my dad, but the line was disconnected, and mom's cellphone was off. Plugged in the USB, but it wouldn't open unless it was a specific computer in 'Station 7 Labs', which I could only assume was connected with the Michigan thing.

I had the TV on when Grant arrived, waiting, watching, hoping it had been some kind of bad dream. Only after the first news reports rolled in, after the nightmarish scenes started flashing across the monitor did I tell Grant everything I knew, which honestly wasn't much. I couldn't figure out why my dad had drugged me, or why the injection site hurt like a bitch. All I knew is I needed to get to Flint, Michigan.
We left the city, started heading west.
We have a long way to go.

Gear: Grant carries most of the weapons. I had no idea how to use any of them, but I learned pretty fast. I usually keep the machete strapped to my back. My brown leather messenger bag holds a surprising amount of crap, and the USB hangs around my neck at all times.

Journal Entry One:
Boston, June, 2018

It's been one hundred and twenty-four days since The Outbreak, but who's counting?

Everything happened so fast. No one knows exactly how or why the Terminus virus was released, or who pulled the trigger on the proverbial gun, but within weeks most of the world's population was gone. Not everyone died. Most that did rose immediately after, filling our streets with ravenous nightmares. We were so unprepared. No one knew what to call them or how to deal with them, and not all the methods devised in a hurry worked long term. They say everyone carries the virus inside them, even those that were seemingly immune to the airborne form. They say in some places, the animals are changing now, that the virus adapted to affect the animal kingdom, but instead of killing them it mutated them, made them faster, stronger, smarter. They say the more the animals feed on dead human flesh, the more powerful they get, so now we burn the bodies we drop.

They say a lot of things, though.

Survivors roam dead countryside and brave the dangers of the cities to resupply, their only goal to survive. Keep moving, stay vigilant, be smart. We fight the rambling dead, we fight the mutated animals, but we fight each other, too. There are no laws anymore, no judge or jury, no one to reign us in and keep us civil. Fear rules the world now. Fear of the dead, and fear of the living. It's kill or be killed, trust no one, watch your own back, and for those few that still retain some kind of humanity or moral compass, it's even harder to keep living.

…No, not living. It's not living. It's enduring.

But I refuse to just…survive. I don't have a solid plan, I don't have any idea how I'm going to get to Michigan and I have no idea exactly what I'm going to do (or what I'm going to find) when I get there. But I know it's up to me to fix this. After all…

I know who ended the world.

I know why it happened.

I know where the cure is.

And I'm going to fix it. I'm going to fix…everything.

The Risen: Fear the Fallen

Boston, June, 2018

It's been one hundred and twenty-four days since The Outbreak, but who's counting?

Everything happened so fast. No one knows exactly how or why the Terminus virus was released, or who pulled the trigger on the proverbial gun, but within weeks most of the world's population was gone. Not everyone died. Most that did rose immediately after, filling our streets with ravenous nightmares. We were so unprepared. No one knew what to call them or how to deal with them, and not all the methods devised in a hurry worked long term. They say everyone carries the virus inside them, even those that were seemingly immune to the airborne form. They say in some places, the animals are changing now, that the virus adapted to affect the animal kingdom, but instead of killing them it mutated them, made them faster, stronger, smarter. They say the more the animals feed on dead human flesh, the more powerful they get, so now we burn the bodies we drop.

They say a lot of things, though.

Survivors roam dead countryside and brave the dangers of the cities to resupply, their only goal to survive. Keep moving, stay vigilant, be smart. We fight the rambling dead, we fight the mutated animals, but we fight each other, too. There are no laws anymore, no judge or jury, no one to reign us in and keep us civil. Fear rules the world now. Fear of the dead, and fear of the living. It's kill or be killed, trust no one, watch your own back, and for those few that still retain some kind of humanity or moral compass, it's even harder to keep living.

…No, not living. It's not living. It's enduring.

But I refuse to just…survive. I don't have a solid plan, I don't have any idea how I'm going to get to Michigan and I have no idea exactly what I'm going to do (or what I'm going to find) when I get there. But I know it's up to me to fix this. After all…

I know who ended the world.

I know why it happened.

I know where the cure is.

And I'm going to fix it. I'm going to fix…everything.

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I might be the guide, but I'm not the god. Feel free to throw your own flavors into the pot, my friends. I intend to make this life a living hell for all of us. No mercy, no solid plans. I do have a skeletal plot in my head to help us with direction, but I'm always up for shifting things around. Share ideas here! I know we have the FaceBook chat, so this place is more of an extra foundation for our little world. But feel free to use it accordingly.

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This Role Play is currently: CLOSED
(but feel free to read and post your fangirling all over our OOC!)

X-Men: The New Era

Attendance will be spotty this whole week, but I should be back in business by the weekend. <3

X-Men: The New Era

Still poking my head in here frequently. :) @ShieldsOfWar , I could try to take on a 'teacher' 'guide' role if you'd like, give us a little direction and things to respond to. <3 I know everyone is busy but we had such a cool thing going here, would hate to lose it!

X-Men: The New Era

Will definitely wait for Professor Mark to fill us in a little more before I respond. Otherwise, it'll be another 10 posts of everyone responding to everyone responding. :P

X-Men: The New Era

I have the flu but I promise I'll get a post up tomorrow?

@ShieldsOfWar

Feel better! <3 2017 flu does not mess around.

X-Men: The New Era

We still doin' this? :) Are we waiting for more posts from people? I know someone's on vacation, I think.

X-Men: The New Era

<Snipped quote by Lady of Lore>How does one even get their vehicle like that to begin with?

@Burning Kitty

I bet I could do it without much effort. :P My driving skills are worse than my boomerang-throwing abilities. Which, to say, are nil.

@Lady of Lore Awesome post!

@ShieldsOfWar

<3 Appreciate the love! Can't wait to watch everything unfold here, we've got a great group.

X-Men: The New Era

She felt ridiculous.

Lorelai had been hovering like some kind of reedy wallflower outside the conference room for the past five minutes, hand frozen on the handle, watching the other students through the thin window in the door, and she felt absolutely ridiculous.

It wasn't nerves. She'd worked all of those out of her system during orientation, and while a few of the mutants were a bit 'boisterous', most had been amicable enough. This school was a new experience for all of them, whether you were thrilled about it or not, and that simple element of the Ashford Institute undeniably bonded them, student and teacher alike.

It wasn't that she didn't want to be here, either. She did. More than anything, Lorelai wanted to be right here, right now, close to the answers she needed, safe from the outside world and the outside world safe from her. This place had been a beacon in the storm for her, her only chance to try and control what she was so something like Nigeria would never ever happen again.

And perhaps that was it. That's why she was hesitating opening that door and stepping into that conference room. It would mark the end of an era for her, the beginning of more uncertainty, another massive change to her already upside-down life. There'd been moments during the past few weeks where she'd grappled with herself over the feeling that she might not be ready for this, although she'd have some degree of control over her situation this time. But the fact remained that beyond these doors… anything was possible.

And she had two choices.

Open the door and trust in the mysterious but messy ways life guided all.

Or turn around and leave for good, right now.

As it had irritatingly often in the last few weeks, a verse from Proverbs rose from the smoldering ashes of her Christian faith and swam through her mind. "When you go, your way shall be opened up before you, step by step." Her father's homily about taking a leap of faith in life followed, echoing against her numb soul. Perhaps it was God's intervention, reminding her, coaxing her gently, reassuring her. Or maybe it was just the traumatized mind of a survivor scraping for some kind of hope.

Whatever it was, Lorelai was turning the handle and stepping through the double doors before she'd made a conscious decision. Because a leap of faith was all she really had now.

She tried not to make an entrance, closing the doors carefully while the other students did…whatever they were doing. Showing off? She'd just made it for the tail end of Temperance's speech, her heart going out to the girl as she loitered awkwardly in the entrance, blocking the doors for anyone else coming in or going out. The blonde folded her arms across her chest, a defensive posture, hoping no one asked her to 'show and tell'. Hopefully the staff would be by soon to tell them why they were here, because Lorelai had her doubts that it was for any X-Men purposes. They were so young and untrained, everyone here was, and they had years to go before they could be anything close to what the X-Men were.

They were bound to find out soon, either way.

X-Men: The New Era

Me on my post right now:



Halfway done and still trying, I promise I'll get it up there as soon as I can!

Edit: DONE! Posted. Unhappy with it, but it was time to just get SOMETHING up there.