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🧚🏻‍♀️ The Walking Dead - Year 6 Part 1

@Lady Amalthea Got a post in, m'lady ^^

🧚🏻‍♀️ The Walking Dead - Year 6 Part 1

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Tryke Lockley

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Location: On Her Motorcycle, on the Walker Infested Route to Newnan

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By some stroke of luck, worthy of cheering and shouting, they managed to break through the main hoard. And on the extreme bright side, no one else appeared to have been shoved to the brink of death. Those in the truck didn't look too hot, but to be fair, they didn't look much different when they left Franklin. It was to be expected. Odds were, those in the truck wouldn't make the trip.

But damnit, she couldn't help but hope the sexy one handed engineer survived. She'd already lost her other friend. And as much as she enjoyed the company of her bike, Sheila (as she so lovingly called it) wasn't a great conversation partner.

"Fuck yes," Tryke muttered under her breath, putting away her flamethrower contraption. Unlike swinging a bat, she could only use the flamethrower for a very limited amount of time. It was never supposed to be more than a scare tactic anyways. Readjusting her grip so her bat was back in her hands, Tryke continued her work, attempting to help the truck get through. And from what she heard, soon-to-be-dead Viking Chick Number 2 had a fucking phone.

How the hell did....No, Tryke wasn't going to question it. But if more Viking Chicks were going to show up to help them get out of here without having their asses handed to them by the hoard of undead, that was fine with her. Just peachy, really.

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Édouard Riviere

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Location: Cowering Behind a Car Door (Franklin)

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Édouard pumped his fist in the air at the yelp. He'd done it! He'd protected Sana! A broad goofy smile spread across his face. Maybe sword skills did transfer over to crossbows, then? Nodding at Sana's thanks, Édouard continued to congratulate himself for saving the damsel in distress. However, his features quickly changed back to horror and confusion as Sana raised her crossbow, and ever so elegantly, aimed it at him.

"Sana..." Édouard cautioned, holding his hands up defensively. But it was no matter. Sana released the bolt, and Édouard yelped in terror. Did pretty girls generally shoot at their saviors?

But it never hit him. It whistled by his right ear, and a moment later, a stranger fell dead at his feet. He blinked a bit, blushing with embarrassment. It seemed Sana hadn't attempted to kill him after all. And he now owed her his life...again. It bothered him ever so slightly. He never fancied himself to be a good damsel in distress, but he supposed, he could live with it. He had been meaning to replace Félix anyways...

Somehow, though, Édouard got the notion that Sana didn't want to be his bodyguard. She wanted to be his equal, perhaps his partner--not in a romantic way, of course. "Merci," Édouard replied, thanking Sana for her assistance. "Le mollet..." Édouard commented, taking the pair of scissors, and cutting off the sleeve of his black button-up. Handing it over to her, Édouard nodded down at her leg.

In his opinion, she was too pretty--and nice--to bleed to death.

Translations

Merci = Thank you
Le mollet = Your calf...

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Jack Hudson

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Location: Lagrange Street, heading to Building 6

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Jack nodded, as his best man rose to his feet, putting on his assorted furs. Perhaps this was more where he'd be needed--not out in the road dealing with the walkers or whatever had gone on. Of course, he didn't have any knowledge of explosions or repairs, but he could listen to and follow directions pretty decently. It was perhaps the only thing his high school diploma had been good for, beyond allowing him to join the force--it taught him the simple skill of following what others said.

"Yeah, let's see what's up," Jack replied, joining Bazhooli in the run towards the armory. "'Least we can do to help."

Generally, explosions--or very large booms, at the least--weren't the best sign. And with the problem happening out of the settlement, Jack couldn't help but fear there was some sort of attack. He had lost Sutton in an attack due to invaders, he couldn't allow the same thing to happen here. He had a small little family, with his fiancée and his best man. And he couldn't help but feel like he'd get closer with the rest of the community in time, since they all seemed to be wicked cool.

He couldn't help but muse over what could have happened, of course. The sound came from the armory--maybe they had some bombs down there or something? With all of the advancements this settlement had, it wouldn't shock him too much. But still, he couldn't imagine bombs would go off accidentally? He shook the thoughts of his head. All he could do was show up and see what they needed from him. That was how he could help. It was his superpower, almost--showing up.

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@Nallore Day 7 ^^

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@Remipa Awesome Yup, just like Nallore said. It's your post counter. Once that hits day 8, you're booted from the RP.

Forgot to add this before--outside world is holding together. It's mostly natural disasters out there, but there aren't any government collapses or anything. There are some supernatural events, but 99% of the supernatural chaos is happening in Altsoba.

🦄 Darker Than Black - Merged With T.S.

@Lady Amalthea Hey, it wasn't Cecily, of course I'm happy. :P I play favorites among my characters.

Ronnie though...That sucks :/

🦄 Darker Than Black - Merged With T.S.

Ahhh my first LLA death in a Lady A RP! ^_^

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@Remipa Awesome
Summary: So, here’s the brief version of what went on that’ll detail what your character would need to know. June 20th, there was a town meeting in Altsoba, the predicted center of the Apocalypse. It was jointly run by the Sheriff and the Reverend. At the meeting, the Reverend’s daughter, possessed by a demon, murdered him and attempted to kill several other people. Other similar events have been occurring, with the body count slowly mounting in the town.

The next day, things took a darker turn. Anyone who attempted to leave town was found dead shortly after, their bodies in the woods. The police have pretty much all been killed, and the refugee shelter at the High School is hardly holding together. Mostly kids are there. The real concern was that the dead started to rise, aiming to kill living people with a disturbing single mindedness. Unlike zombies, however, they retained intelligence. Thankfully, all of the risen dead have been destroyed, but not without great cost.

Several buildings across town have been burned down as well, and at the prison, everyone was killed by a serial killer. There is a large group currently taking shelter at the Church, another group is near one of the burning buildings, and another group is at Crypt manor.

Common Knowledge:
You can read that in the lore tab in the OOC, for what’s true in this universe. However, no ordinary person has extensive knowledge of the supernatural. Only hunters will be well versed in the lore, or other supernatural creatures.

Town Leadership:
There’s no official position on refugees, mostly because there isn’t really any leadership. Everyone is fending for themselves at the moment.

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@Witch Cat @BlueSky44 @Pundii @Nallore

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As Eudora exits the Church, no omens are presented to her, good or bad. The scent of Sylvia's body may waft out to her from the car, but her journey back towards the woods is decidedly pleasant. Stepping onto the sidewalk, as she heads towards the woods, the elderly witch will nearly trip over a small tricycle, the appropriate size for a small child. The small Radio Flyer bike has been knocked over--but hey, of all the things to happen today, finding a little trike isn't the worst that could happen.

Meanwhile, within the confines of the Church, the entire place is abuzz with activity. Liam and Sera are either hearing voices or having visions, while a licensed psychiatrist stands idly by. Hanson is way out of his depth, Aloise is attempting to her best in a situation she was not prepared for, and Dr. Chang is exercising her fine collection of swear words. However, they are not alone in the Church. A small boy enters the front door, coughing and spluttering.

"I can't find my dad..." the boy wails. Seraphina will recognize him--it is the little boy from the woods. Fortunately, he has not spotted her yet, instead remaining fixated on Trevor. He screams again, and if the windows had not already been shattered, the glass would have burst. There is a terrible energy about this child. But after all, what else can be expected from the antichrist?

"For the love of Christ..." Dr. Chang grumbled, seeing the little kid wander inside of the Church. There were various cuts and scratches on the boy, and with the blood clinging to his clothes, he'd definitely need some looking after. She shot a glance at Hanson, and in a moment, the reformed Satanist sprang into action, hurrying his way over to the antichrist. Had Aloise not been attending to Liam, the ex-marine would have assisted as well.

"You should be good now, crazy," Amy said, finishing up her work on Sera. "Take it easy. Don't fuck a demon or anything, and you should be fine. No alcohol either." And while Dr. Chang did not let it on, images and ideas were flashing through her mind. They were not of her own design, entirely foreign to her. Lucifer whispered to her soul, attempting his very best to weaken her resolve, and to possess her form.

For now, the doctor did not give in. But how long would that last for?

"Liam...Thank you," Aloise replied, smiling bleakly. Truthfully, she wasn't at all certain what Liam's vision meant. But she had a fair hunch--it was probably the possession of Amy Chang. There was a bitter likelihood that the doctor would get in, Aloise understood that much. However, her eyes drifted over to Seraphina, with a frown. "How can you know Sariel's dead? You can hear angels?"

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"Yes, that would pose quite the issue, would it not?" Azrael mused, but she made no movement. Jade continued to hear the cry of the hellhounds, and while it was more distant than it had been before, it was ever present. Azrael had made no move to stop them, and for a moment, it sounded like the Angel of Death chuckled. "If you are incapable of dispatching a few hellhounds, then I am afraid you are of no use. Dispatch of my brother, Darren Owen and Jade Corentine. I believe you have two hours before my brother's pets come for her soul."

And without any showy flashes or terrifying booms, Azrael vanished. Jade blinked and the Angel of Death was gone, but curiously, something had been left behind. A second angel blade. "Wicked," Jade whistled, picking up the blade. "Looks like we've got to kill the bloody devil, then? This day is just fucking fantastic." The building apparently agreed, groaning as it further collapsed under its own weight. Jade raised an eyebrow, glancing at the decimated structure.

"So what do we do then? Invite the devil over for fish and chips? Spot of tea?" Jade asked, glancing back over at Darren. "Do we tweet at him?"

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Of all the places in town for the devil to be, Crypt Manor was altogether unsurprising. As the Crypts were fussing with the corpse of the guardian angel, the possessed body of an old man hobbled up the steps, cane and all. He rapped twice on the door, his body covered in sores, and slowly turning to ash. Not all vessels can contain the power of the devil--and this one was rather shoddy, hardly able to contain him for more than an hour.

"My dear Belladonna, I have a favor I've come to cash in on..." Lucifer crooned, as Mercurial opened the door. The young Crypt girl was expressionless. "I can assure you, I am not Belladonna Crypt. But since you are evidently the Prince of Darkness, the mistake is understandable. Even monsters have flaws." Mercurial stepped aside, and Lucifer chuckled slightly, before entering the home.

"Why, Lucifer! It has been too long, too long," Belladonna said, her lips curling slightly. "How I miss your dark crusades. Tell me, what devilish favor may I assist you with?" The old man coughed slightly, blood spattering itself on his wrist. The meatsuit was wearing out, all too quickly for the Devil's tastes. "Word is you've obtained the blood of Amy Chang...I require some portion of it."

Belladonna glanced at Javier for a moment, but only her eyes moved. She fished the bloody vial from her possessions, her fingers curling over it. Whether or not she would give the blood to the devil was unclear. Perhaps she was waiting for direction from her family, but Belladonna was too independent for that. The woman was likely mulling it over.

Mercurial, however, was far more blunt. "I was unaware the devil used something as childish as a blood ritual. I suppose this is why you should never meet your heroes, isn't it?"

Post Deletion Request

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Thank you!

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@Remipa Awesome Will give you a reply once on my laptop

@Pundii: You are rapidly approaching day 8...