Leviathan

The Dark Half

No rush everyone. ^^

& as you can probably guess there will be no speech.

i think after a few more posts we will be skipping to morning.

does that sound like a plan?

breakfast/free time to walk about the academy will take place & everyone will be able to actually see what students looks like?

maybe followed by another event?...Maybe.

can't wait to start having the students manifest too.

Deadland Wasteland. [Beware Zombies! They Bite!]

Aww, Winter you should join!!

Ae is pretty understanding & all of us kind of had a conversation about casual rps.

You gotta start somewhere.

If you’re intimidated, don’t be.

We won’t chew your face off…the zombies will do that instead.

;)

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I rushed through some of my post.

Some of it is finicky so I am sorry!

& everyone read right.

Vera kills those cute bun bun pups that Ae likes so much & she skins them to make PURSES among other things.

:}

Twas mean of me but there you have it.

Apologies.

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& damn, just noticed everyone has a nickname for their character.

-must come up with one too!-

& not sure about the shower situation but I am thinking that everyone probably has a wash basin with soap & purge in it to wash the zombie guts off—at least that’s what I wrote.

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Kind of does look like an owl Reap.

Deadland Wasteland. [Beware Zombies! They Bite!]

“My feet are so swollen. I have cankles for Christ’s sake. When is this child of yours arriving?” Whining could be heard from a fair skinned Vera for the hundredth time while wiping beads of sweat from along a blond hairline.

Another sweltering day venturing forward to where this supposed Refuge was allegedly constructed. Years had passed since staying behind those semi-constructed walls. It would be an adjustment living under a roof once again instead of underneath lush canopies of overgrown vines. This change, though undesired, was more than necessary in order to safely raise a bundle of joy; and not too soon as only one month lay ahead before the birth. Motherhood. What did the violence drenched young girl know about motherhood? On the job training would have to do since no manual on the subject existed.

“When the baby feels like it. All this walking isn't helping either love? ” A light chuckle could be heard even though the S’torei tried desperately to muffle it before bursting out in full-fledged laugther at his dirt covered girlfriend hobbling through the dense brush. Many would consider this extremely rude but with humor lacking in this foreboding era comedy was raw and immediately taken when it did make itself known.

“Yuk it up while you can, bastard.” Vera tried retaining an angry sneer but ended up grinning and rolling her vibrant eyes at his deep contagious howl.

All too soon chortles curbed as a massive mutated slim spider like mantis scurried toward them in near silence until its ear shattering screeches gave the beast away. Startled yet composed both readied their weapons and fired after taking aim. This—thing had not been seen by either of the travelers before and Vera nearly had trouble containing self-control in order not to scream as the lime and jet colored pest’s expanded limbs kept increasing speed with ease. Sprinting was practically impossible let alone dodging with such a pregnant belly. Mti tried relentlessly to attract pitch beady eyes his way but it almost seemed as if the varmint sensed the unborn child…and craved it.

Both ill-fated lovers knew they could not outrun this monstrosity. Bullets hardly dented its impenetrable exterior and if mandibles could chuckle in amusement they would be doing just that. Swiftly and effortlessly one raptorial spiked leg impaled Mti’s chest cavity protruding through the other side releasing a red splatter. This event happened so fast there was simply no way to act or kill this giant before it inevitably did draw first blood. Words were spoken by the dying man but were silent as the whole world at that very last moment. Paralyzed, Vera looked on in sheer horror. A calming warm smile spread on her other half’s face as did a single tear, which trailed down his tanned cheek. A guardian angel to return home; if only she believed in heaven. Faith never played a big part in her life and with this incident religion could not be further on her mind.

Then blackness.

Gasping, waking in a cold sweat as both hands clenched into tight fists drawing ruby essence from her palms in regards to an all too real nightmare. Ever since that day she failed to sleep routinely. Sometimes only catching two little hours of sleep and remaining exhausted all the while no less. That’s where that precious caffeine powder came in handy. Much needed alabaster dust resembling cocaine frequently sprinkled onto anything and everything. A few people have grimaced watching the pierced woman add it upon flavored slush and meat but in order to stay alert during her hunting skirmishes...no choice but to give in.

Arms outstretched toward the ceiling of a drab living space feeling a tinge of discomfort underneath scarred skin located around her back. Fingers ran over permanent black ink on her neck ignoring ever present back pain as it reminded her of a happier time. Legs kicked off the single sheet over her body, which already began feeling the warmth of the evening. It coated her bare flesh feeling sticky like honey but a few splashes from a sponge soaked in purged water would cool this heat. After gathering simple attire and her necessary supplies from a man-made wooden chest her trader stall would be the next stop.

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“G’day Vera.” Stated one of her regulars matter-of-factly as he witnessed the brooding girl appear around a corner.

Bi weekly this eager man would appear to trade odds and ends in exchange for unique animal hide and the like from the Russian. He was quite the burly lad with a combed short boxed beard and difficult to miss in a crowd but a loyal customer no less. Tinkering, a habit of his though sometimes his creations ended up being useless and from then on remained heavy eye sores. Much to her surprise the rugged gentleman had shown up a week early requesting a present for his wife of twenty five years. Instead of vocally greeting him Vera simply nodded without glancing upward and continued checking the supplies in her military backpack.

“Come to trade, per usual. Anniversary is comin’ up. Wantin’ to make a stew for the old lady and perhaps a purse out of one of those unique critters you sometimes have in stock.” Thick eyebrows squinted in heavy thought before he chimed up and tapped his noggin’ after remembering with a broad finger. “The red and black one. That uh, dog rabbit thing. A Dobbit?”

Unenthused eyes managed to peel themselves away for a second though her hands had moved on to inserting bullets into the charcoal colored gun blade chamber. Silver and gold engraving glinted throughout the flat of the razor sharp masterpiece. This was not her main weapon but my, was it fun to wield in close combat.

“..So I see.” Each word was prolonged and spoken in an all knowing manner but her tone soon changed to a light hearted oh well afterward. “For shame, come back later. I am going hunting now.”

“C’mon Vera. I don’t go to no other vender for my meat and pelts.” Surely trying to sweet talk the frigid woman seemed like a good idea at the time. When that unquestionably failed, however, the guilt was then spread heavily followed by a subtle taunt.

“You know my free time is limited. Who knows when I’ll be back again seeing as your hours are so unpredictable; one would almost suspect that this business isn't very important to ya.” Woolly arms crossed as he shot her a disappointed gaze in hopes of persuading a different answer out of the platinum blond.

“Yes, yes.” She grumbled in agitation not caring in the least of his futile badgering while making a shooing motion with her hand. “Later…you inpatient man.” After putting a few feet between them she added the last disrespectful bit.

Weathered combat boots crunched the soulless earth below with each progressive step toward the wall. Who knew what kinds of things she would run into out there this time? Always hoping for something larger and much rarer then what her fellow competitors killed. This treacherous burden just so happened to be a “regular” type of job in this day and age but something pressed the bluish grey hued female to risk life and limb. Perpetual revenge…something much deeper than what she led on. It consumed the broken spirited single mother but she did not much feel like a mother since her child ceased to be by her side.

Plain clad Vera passed by an obvious Solider saluting a watch guard on her way out through the heavy duty protective barricade. Never stopping or removing a fixed gaze toward the horizon in order to acknowledge each Saviors presence guarding the massive gate. Probably a decent few had already tried their luck out there today and were turning up short. In spite of their failed but diligent efforts, this stubborn individual would not come back empty handed. Her occupation demanded it since edibles and animal parts were in such high demand. If all else, she would end up camping out there even though that would be a horrible last resort in bleak obligation.

Deadland Wasteland. [Beware Zombies! They Bite!]

teehee, no worries! ^^

Deadland Wasteland. [Beware Zombies! They Bite!]

yesh, pretty damn sure there is a spot open still.

we had two open spots.

Fire took one & that leaves room for one more.

almost 100% sure, heh. ^^

Edit: fawk, starter posts are difficult.

i use to write my intro posts so quickly but lately they take a hot minuet. ><'

Deadland Wasteland. [Beware Zombies! They Bite!]

Its in The Refuge hider my dear. ^^

Deadland Wasteland. [Beware Zombies! They Bite!]

Firecracker_ said oh shite don't worry, I haven't been able to work on my app, but he is also a medic, so never fear

Woot, yeah buddy.

I shall start composing a post after work.

Deadland Wasteland. [Beware Zombies! They Bite!]

Since Anima isn't participating we're down a medic.

probably should have kept Vera as one..

where's everyone going to end their posts at?

i am contemplating that currently.

The Dark Half

Headmistress
Upstairs Office
In one of the spacious rooms a brawl seemed to be taking place. Thunderous roars could be heard from some sort of unknown animal. Glass vases and the like could be heard crashing onto walls and marbled flooring. Without warning four gashes sliced through one of the broad doors with ease before retreating sharpened claws after the beast howled in pain. Someone else could be heard scuffling inside the area desperately trying to ward off the foe. This person just so happened to be The Headmistress. Rays of blinding light seeped through the entrance-way crevices leading to another outcry of agony from the creature until she had had enough.

“Be gone from here at once!” Shouted the head of the school with such a commanding voice it could surely shatter a stone statue to bits along with any ear drums standing next to her.

Both sturdy double doors flung open smashing into the walls leaving indentations and also deep webbing across the heavy duty plaster down the long corridor. The large office window exploded spreading pieces of sharp glass across the room. Her rattling voice held enough force to whip heavy furniture pieces across the room and propelled whoever it was out the window without mercy. Though, anyone who entered the mangled room would assume the Headmistress had struggled trying to keep the criminal at bay.

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Scarlet Wraith & Lumen Vale
Grand Hall
Diamond heels focused on copying each movement the Neo Irish made but confidence gripped her too soon resulting in a stab of her heel into his fancy shoe. She grimaced slightly in embarrassment coving her mouth with her hand. Eyes lowered in disappointment for a second before all was forgiven and they smoothly twirled to the center of the room with gradual grace. Shimmering fabric whirled in an entrancing circle as Arty spun the fair upperclassmen who smiled warmly all the while. Surprisingly enough she found herself to be enjoying this dance with this stranger but then his words snapped her back to reality. “Now, would you like to dance towards the door?”

Before an answer could be given a deafening shout followed by a blast drew her attention immediately to the upstairs. A gasp escaped the snowy complexioned woman as did a small jump in surprise at the boisterous commotion. Wearing wide eyes which scanned for the door in an attempt to quickly make an escape, she finally realized that they were dead center in the ballroom. Although a little flustered everyone handled crisis differently and she remained relatively composed in this event.
“You should get out of here Arty, it’s not safe.” Her soft voice suggested as she began to speed walk toward the exit without a backwards glance. She felt terrible for leaving him there and wondered if he found her actions rude but she had to escape. Through this upheaval Lumen’s voice projected to Axel who she could not detect among the startled crowd but hoped he could at least hear her plea.

“Axel, it’s the headmistress!” Lumen informed before seeing a ghostly image scurrying by. She knew exactly who this ambiance belong to and quickly made way toward her, managing to clutch onto Scarlet’s wrist through sheer luck. “Scarling, we need to talk.”

“Please, now is not such a good time.” Scarlet nearly begged and struggled to free herself from Lumen’s tight grip. Her silver speckled fingernails tried to pry at locked on hands to no avail.

“What’s the hurry?” A brow arched quizzically finding it odd she had been fleeing this entire time.

“Please let go of me, you’re making a scene.” In fact Scarlet was sure no one could be less interested I what was happening between them two and more interested in the clamor upstairs.

“No, you can’t escape so easily this time. This is important.” Lumen scolded in ire.

“I said let go of me.” With that, Scarlet’s hues flared a tinge of eerie red as did her heavy duty choker wrapped around her slim neck. Lumen immediately let go and listened for what was about to take place with a spot of fear. She had made an awful mistake trying to force the opalescent clad Junior to speak. Arched windows began to shake from invisible vibrations until they erupted inward and lashed violently toward every figure in the ballroom. These chucks could easily slice through flesh and Lumen had to do something or else a massacre would transpire. She cast both hands out pushing air toward the center of the room. A glistening diamond barrier spread over the students, semi visible to the naked eye. The glass landed upon this protective shield instead of the defenseless. After razor sharp pieces fell upon it the secured cover configured into celestial stars after it was finished, and gradually tumbled over each body and evaporated. Lumen turned back to see if Scarlet was still there but no sign of the girl could be found.

“Damnit, how?” Lumen cursed under a heavy breath to herself and cast a worrisome glance across the span of the golden Grand Hall.

“Is anyone hurt?” She yelled across the room.

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Faust
Tordred Maze > Male Dorms
Everyone turned at the sudden sound of timber snapping even though they were expecting one more group member to arrive. This curious figure covered in dark attire was not who the hideaways were waiting on, and the blonde haired woman calmly stood narrowing harsh hues in vexation.

“Faust, it’s that man again. Best we leave.” However, before anyone moved so much an inch their friend emerged from a different path stained with vibrant red.

“Haden?...You look terrible.” She commented to the golden haired brute that stood at least six foot four.

Hands roughly wiped away vibrant ruby smears located on his sculpted face free of facial hair. He pulled up the collar of a grey shirt and continued to rub the warm blood off as so it could no longer coat his fair skin. Underneath surface scratches were wide scars. From the looks of each embossed mark they were acquired long ago, and the azure eyed man had multiples of these decolorized imprints.

“What the hell is a Freshman doing here?” A deeply agitated voice resembling a growl spoke forth. This would not be the first time his jade eyed friend brought a stranger to crash the party. Given he did introduce Trinity, the flaxen haired woman in the feathered trench but he was otherwise a horrible judge of character.

“Lost a fight did you?” Faust snickered without remorse. “Relax, he’ll fit in just fine. You have no faith.” A hand glided through layered dusky hair, a sign of annoyance toward the visible alpha in this band of misfits.

“Take him and get out.” Haden threatened, stepping forward closing the gap between him and the upperclassmen in a snazzy emerald tux. He did not appreciate being the last to know who would be joining them. With this year already starting out so badly, traitors were a constant.

“Enough! We all need to leave, now. The night watchman is here.” Trinity pointed a long fingernail at the shadow still present clearly dumbfounded why everyone was fighting with this unwelcome man looming about their gazebo.

“Shit.” Haden cussed aloud. “Fine, meet me back at my dorm but I don’t want to see him there Faust. I mean it.” He and Trinity sprinted off in another direction disappearing into opaque fog. They would surely meet up with Liam again though the idea of that did not please Haden in the least.

“C’mon Liam, follow me.” A hefty sigh released as Faust motioned for Liam. “…Apologies, Haden isn’t exactly the most welcoming guy in the world but I am sure with time he’ll adjust to your company. In all honesty we could always use another body; there aren’t many people you can trust here.” He picked up the pace until coming to a full-fledged dash. They had seen this figure before wandering like a phantom through many walkways. No one knew who the masked vision was but everyone assumed his duty was to scare students out of the maze.

After a few minutes of running tirelessly the exit appeared and Faust could be seen smiling as if nothing had happened, and didn’t even bother explaining the matter either. “Well, that way to the male dorms or that way to the Grand Hall. Up to you but I must leave. See you around? Oh, and watch your back Liam.” He said with an impish grin before tossing another cigarette to the newcomer. He could be seen placing both hands in his pockets while strolling to the stone building for a rather late meeting. Faust was intrigued by the Freshman though he could not put a finger as of why. Time would tell if the stranger would fit into their odd little group and he was hoping that this attempt was not in vain. As their numbers continued dwindling it was only logical to start recruiting again.

The Dark Half

I will be responding to Acacia, Arty, & Liam tomorrow.

& anyone else who happens upon the upstairs.

& no worries Lillium.

thought your post was perfectly fine. ^^

Edit: typing my post now.

in three weeks my schedule is going to change so my posts will be even later.

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