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Naisha Alexandros


Naisha's trek through the chaotic streets of the slums weren't too different from usual. People walking up and down, heading to do their thing. Aside greeting the people she knew here and there, she mostly kept to herself, silently moving herself forward. It was hard not to notice the looks some people were giving her, especially the riffraff. There were always people who saw her as easy prey. It was the nature of things in the slums. Admittedly she had already taught many the errors of their ways when they came after her, or rather her drones did, but it seemed there were always new self proclaimed thugs all the time that weren't aware of who was who around these parts. Part of it was probably her general attitude of laying low and not making her presence known much. She sighed as she pulled her phone and checked her messages, the time and other misc info while moving herself over to a street stall that was selling junk food.

It was generally slow going for her because the streets in the slums weren't all quite properly layered with asphalt if at all in some cases. It was the reason why she had made her chair with slightly wider wheels as to not get stuck in dirt and mud quite as easily. That and few people generally were accommodating to her and stepping aside so she can pass more easily. Most were out for themselves only after all. With a bit of difficulty and after waiting her turn on the waiting line, she finally next to order herself some food. It was a familiar stall owner and the older man recognized her right away. He was selling hotdogs of some kind or another, she never bothered to ask what exactly was in it. Growing up on the streets made one forget such stupid questions after a couple of nights sleeping on an empty stomach." The usual, Naisha?" The man asked with somewhat of a tired voice as he rested his hands on the stall for a moment.

"Mm, yes. Just make it two and in a bag for later." She replied as she rummaged through her pockets and pulled a small wallet rather than a purse. From it she pulled enough gil to cover the price for two hotdogs and put them in the small tray for coins. The gil made a clanking sound as she dropped it and put away the wallet again.” Everything fine these days?” She asked the man while he was preparing her food.

“You know, the same old.” The man replied to her.” More patrols maybe, dunno. It doesn’t really matter too much for us in the slums at the end of the day, it’s mostly those fellas upstairs that should be concerned. As for me... I'm getting old... I'm guessing I won't be running this stand for too much longer.” He shrugged his shoulders. Shinra controlled the area, but the slums were generally left alone for the most part. Also with the literal hive of people down here, it was nearly impossible to find anyone. What better place to hide than here under Shinra’s very noses.” Here you go, 2 plain hotdogs without any sauces or spices.” The man suddenly said and handed to her a plastic bag with the food. She smiled to him, thanked him and after putting the bag away into her bag, she started moving away again.

The junkyard was already in view in the distance. Honestly it was a dangerous place if you ventured too deep into it, towards the edges it wasn’t overly big problem however. However she knew of the rather wild critters that liked to fill that space and she by herself wasn’t in the mood to fight with them. As she had finally broken away from the crowd and headed for the entrance, she suddenly stopped her movement.” I’d advise you to stop what you are planning right now.” Her voice echoed to the man who was walking with fast pace towards her just moments ago. He was frozen mid step.” It never ends well… Just leave me alone.”

“Hehe… what are you talking, girlie? I’m just trying to help ya.” The rough unkept looking man said. He had a very unlikable look.” Why don’t I help you move about and we can get to know each other better, what do you...” His words were interrupted by something metal flying into an arch and then nearly hitting him in the head. He barely caught what it was at first as a metal looking disc was now flying around between him and his prey. He was about to reach for his weapon before a the disc flew in direct line for him at low height and whacked him right into the legs, causing him to fall to the ground. A rather loud cracking sound was heard when the drone hit the man's leg. It then hovered for a bit, before returning to Naisha.

“Sigh… well let this serve as a lesson to you. And anyone else watching today.” Naisha stated and started moving back into the junkyard. Some parts of the junkyards would be guarded and patrolled sometimes, but as far as she was aware this one wasn’t. She didn’t plan to enter deep into it, but as she rolled her chair into it, she activated her main utility drone. It had a gun and a camera and she had programmed basic watcher function into it similar to old security measures. It took a record of the area and if something changed into it, it gave a signal. Her defensive drone was also hovering still, so she had choices on how to proceed if the need for those arose. With those ready, and hovering on both side of herself, she started moving down between the mountains of different junk, looking for parts. Today she was mostly here for electronics, looking for good chips and boards she could repurpose for her needs. In this case she wanted to build a new drone and needed a lot of parts for it also in general simply so she could live. She mostly made her gil by repairing things like computers and other electronics. She also got gil by messing with Shinra, but that was a slow burner and she had to be extremely careful to not leave an easy money trail right to her doorstep, as such money gotten by messing with Shinra was usually only digital, she rarely cashed it out. She used it also digitally, making sure to leave no trail leading them to her directly. This is why her living expenses for food and the like came from her job of repairing stuff.

“Hmm… maybe?” She mumbled as she went to a nearby pile of different junk and rummaged through it, she thought she had seen something but it was a bust. In any case there was a lot of junk to go through, she was bound to find a thing or two of use. Though now the thought of that sweeper schematic was buzzing in her head. If she could get it and build one of those… granted her to do because of it’s sheer scale, but… if she did it would be great tool to use. What’s more she could always make it a more of a transport thing than simple automated weapon. Now her head was filled with thought of her riding a modified sweeper as a combat mech right through the front doors of Shinra and rampaging.” Hehehe...” She started giggling, which probably to any outsider viewer would look rather offsetting cause a grown up woman was randomly giggling in a maniacal creepy manner. Nothing she could do about it though, the thought of using a massive machine to crush her enimies, drive them before her and hear the lamentations of the Shinra officials brought her untold delight.
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Amelia Payne
Location:CMB Graveyard
Skills: N/A
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Amelia caught Ash’s nod and gave one in return as she stood silent vigil now, waiting for everybody to be ready. Admittedly it wasn’t her duty or anything, but again since she had finished saying her farewells already, she found it her duty to be careful of shit going south fast. It practically did every darn time and she was getting a bit nervous that everything seemed to be going too well for the moment. Inside the walled camp she could rest easier, but here, it was apocalyptic setting prime and everything being so calm was nervous.

Ash being a hugger made Amelia raise an eyebrow at brief disbelieve though. She decided the man had probably gotten emotional because of the occasion. She was at least glad he didn’t come over to give hugs here. Suddenly movement by her caused her to tense up as she turned her view around only to see Thalia. Amelia was a bit concerned and also curious as of why the woman was approaching them right now. Did she have something to talk about or something? Something important or about the people who were laying in the graves? Well she was sort of right, Thalia did ask a question. A question that made Amelia blank out of a moment." Ehh...?" She made a sound of confusion and embarrassment and looked at Riley for help, unsure how to deal with the situation. Luckily the world gave her a bone and she heard the call to get back to the bus.

Amelia actually looked a tiny bit conflicted before she started heading for the bus doors with post haste to escape the situation she didn't know how to deal with. As she reached the door and Amelia looked at Bass, she looked at the bat in her hand longingly for a moment before with very much conflicted and reluctant expression she reached slowly to hand it over… Then a moment later with similar, but a more willing manner she handed over the axe as well.

“It was nice while it lasted...” She mumbled to herself as she headed into the bus to their earlier seats where she had left her earlier clothing. Taking her seat, she looked at Riley and then at her hands. Admittedly being back in the bus with the air conditioning was very nice, but… as she grasped empty air with her hands a few times, Amelia frowned and looked at Bass for a moment, before sighing and resting her head on Riley’s shoulder, clenching tightly her clothing. She couldn't wait to get behind the walls again, at least there the urge and desire to have a weapon felt a tiny bit eased... just a bit.

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Lisa Mason
Location: Medical(B)
Skills: N/a
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Lisa’s lucky break with getting let go of work early today kind of fell apart with her doing the rest of the job after all, but she didn’t mind. In fact she was smiling as she was working hard with all the different tools and chemicals to clean every bit of the different rooms and furniture in the basement. With a song on your mind work went faster! She had done this many a time now, being in the camp for a decently while. She’d be done within reasonable time! Hell she even gave it a quick realization that at the current tempo, she’d make it likely with a bit of spare time at the end, about enough to catch a quick trip home and maybe a lightning speed shower… maybe.

As she rapidly went through the available tasks at hand, she recalled her first days at camp. How different her life back then was. Fresh out of the wastelands, suspicious of the surroundings, in a new unfamiliar enviroment. She had to admit that at first she didn’t think she’d stick around Medical for too long, who’d guess that she actually had a fancy for the subject and study so well. Just one of the many unexplained mysteries of the world. If she had realized this passion before the end back during her early days, would she have had the chance to become a doctor or a chemist? Maybe, who knew, not her. Does she care now, not really. She actually didn’t dislike her time spend as a mere housekeeper or maid or however anyone would choose to call her back then. And it could very well be the reason why she’s still alive right now!
Naisha Alexandros


Naisha groaned as she stirred awake from her dream." That dream again..." She mumbled, placing a hand on her face, hiding her eyes from a blinding light. After a few moments, the blinding light proved to be the screen on her computer terminal. She was still in her wheel chair, sitting in front of the PC. Seemed she had fallen asleep while browsing the web. The sound of faint music could be heard from the headphones that had slipped off her head in her sleep." Aghh... ugh..." She groaned and pulled away from the desk, resting her back against the chair, letting her head hang back as she stared at the ceiling for a bit.

She was in her home, a somewhat cozy little place in the slums. Cozy might be an overstatement, but it had what she needed and was cheap to get through...a hmm completely legal means. Her home consisted of 2 garages that had the wall between them demolished to form one big space. Cheap, sturdy and well... hard to find. It also served as a convenient place where she could freely work on all her drones and machines since a decent part of her income came from repairing machines. As such one of the garages was her living space and the other was the work area." What time is it...?" She mumbled, looking at the clock on the screen, grimacing and pulling the wheel chair away from the desk, moving it over to the small walled off area that served as bathroom and rest room. It had convenient railing for her to hold for support and after, with quite a few struggles, pulling herself up to a standing position she walked to the sink, washing her face, before deciding to get a shower. She still smelled like machine oil and turpentine.

About an hour later, she walked back to her bed with her cane for support and picked one of the spare sets of clothing she kept folded in the nightstand. As she started putting on her new set of clothes, her eyes lingered on the big scar that was on her chest. The uneven darkened skin and the sharp edges. She could recall the moment her mother's blade pierced her back then... Why did she hide her away back then? Naisha often wished that her mother stayed with her even if it meant getting caught. She was fine with dying with her parents... now she was alone... all alone. Shinra took everything." ...SHIN...RA..." She ground her teeth, as she clenched her hand and fingers across the scar, leaving deep red marks where her nails slid across bare skin. With eyes filled with bloodlust, her heartbeat sped up. She could hear the pulsating sound inside her head. It almost hurt to be honest, but eventually she calmed down enough and resumed dressing up. It's been so many years... yet she wasn't close enough to getting revenge. She wanted to speed up, but then another side of her stopped her. If she got sloppy, she'd die before killing anyone of importance. She needed to get a grasp to kill one of the high operatives... yes. One step at a time.

Standing up once more, with a bit of a trembling hand she pulled the wheel chair over and settled in it just as she felt her legs starting to strain." I... should be resting more." She eventually concluded at the apparent general lack of energy she was facing. Lack of sleep and not too great diet often left her with somewhat of a lacking health, even more so. With a frown she moved to the fridge and pulled an energy drink and a store bought sandwich, not the most classy meal, but beggers can't be choosers. Besides she wasn't a good cook. With those in place she moved back to the computer terminal. In a way it was her baby, she made sure it was tapped into the network at a place that wasn't close to here, in fact just for that she had set up a few hundreds meters of cabling. Origin of the signal if it was actually ever traced should lead to another building some distance away, giving her ample time to bail. Of course she never planned to be traced to begin with.

Putting on the news to play, she started to browse the usual networks after going through the security motions of setting up the system to appear as if accessing from another town, setting redundant fake traces and all the other good stuff. Finally accessing with a fake ID, she started to look through an anonymous network. She had snatched some Shinra data last time she got into their network, a bunch of banking data, she made utmost sure they hadn't realized that one. She hadn't touched a gil from those accounts. The moment she did, they would be all over it and the banking codes would be changed. So it was use once only deal. Of course it was also possible they were aware of it and were waiting for someone to use those bank account codes for them to crack down and capture. She had felt she gotten them a tad too easily after all. So for those reasons she preferred to just sell those off, if someone else got snatched, not her problem... maybe she'd sell it to AVALANCHE... they likely needed the funds. So she set up her own post to advertise the need of people who could launder big amounts of stolen Shinra money.

After dealing with that annoyance, she was just about to leave the network and go dig around the junkyard for parts when a specific post caught her attention." Prototype Shinra Sweeper? Really?" She mumbled to herself and investigated the post, rather... well crafted post. The code also seemed authentic for Shinra. She knew, after hacking into their networks so many times, if she couldn't recognize the coding style she'd be blind and might as well retire. So... from the avaible preview, authentic code and possibly authentic sweeper schematics. The code itself she didn't really care that much about. She could code her own, the schematics however did pick her interest. Somehow she felt iffy however, it was too... coincidental. Why on earth would Shinra schematics clearly prototype appear on the market. However Naisha did see herself using some of the mech's elements to incorporate into her own drones. It didn't hurt to at least get some info about the offer if she was careful. So she sent a message to the person who set the offer, expressing her interest and giving them the address to a secure anonymous chat where they could discuss further along with a time to begin the discussion. With that she took her phone, set secure access to the chat and headed for the junkyard where all manners of machinery and metal scrap were tossed at daily basis. She wasn't after anything specific, she'd try her luck and see what pops up. Going out of her place she locked the door behind herself and started slowly moving down the streets. She wasn't using the chair's motors and controls, better save those for when they really mattered after all. Batteries couldn't be recharged on the fly and if she needed to escape from someone or something she'd need all the juice in them she could get.

Some of the people whom she met were familiar faces from living here for such a long time so she waved at them and exchanged greetings and other pleasantries like asking what was going on, where they were going and so on. All in all, she was a slum kid after all.
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Amelia Payne
Location:CMB Graveyard
Skills: N/A

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Amelia had just finished her spoken and unspoken words to James when she felt a squeeze on her shoulder. To her surprise it was Ash. She gave him a sad smile in return as he went to have his words. She in return stood by Riley with weapons quietly in the ready in her hands. Listening to Ash talk, Amelia recalled events of the past. Many a fond memories resurfaced for a brief moment before she closed her eyes and calmed herself. The past was the past, she had to let go. As she pushed the memories aside, she felt rather calm and renewed actually. Having finally gotten some proper closure.

Overlooking the people, they were all doing their thing. Some speaking, some not. Her eyes lingered on Ash for a bit as he was finishing his words about James before moving on to be on overwatch duty as well. Amelia was honestly worried at this point. Nothing was going wrong so far… Having survived both the Franklin attack all the way back before Newnan and then Newnan’s fall later, she simply couldn’t leave the paranoia that something was going to happen. It wasn’t as terrible as it was initially after the fall of Newnan, but it was still there and likely will forever be. Still she noted the guards they had with them weren’t reacting or appearing worried either.

Her eyes darted to the bus, wondering if she and Riley should get moving in that direction in advance. She was about to suggest it to her love, but then after another moment decided not to. In these situations, safer place tended to be among the group. They were all armed after all. Finally she found herself content enough simply standing slightly to the side near Padreman. As long as there wasn’t concern among the escort group, she supposed she shouldn’t worry too much. And if Padre or Daytona weren’t making them dash back to the bus, it should be fine.

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Lisa Mason
Location: Medical(B)
Skills: N/a

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Lisa threw a glance at Mary as she was putting away the suit and nodded.” Figured as much. Will get to it, who knows I might actually get to enjoy a bit of the break today.” She replied with a smile, hanging out the suit and leaving the place so Mary could lock it up properly. All in all, today was a productive, if a bit hectic day. Between moving around the buildings, while not too much time was lost, it was just enough to eat away at the day, so if she wanted to finish the rest of the rooms in the basement, she’d better be fast worker.

“Well, it’s going to be a busy time for me. Not that I mind. I do like working and learning~” She grinned, hearing how her schedule would proceed from now on. When she wasn’t learning, she’d be supervising and teaching the new guy. Well Manny seemed like learned enough fella, so it shouldn’t be hard for him to get used to the cleaning duties. What she was more interested about was the practical trade she’d be learning on the medicine side. She really hoped all that medicine wouldn’t be in great demand soon. For it to be available was a good thing, to be in the needed was not.

“Mmm… disinfectant smell… yeah. I better finish quick, so I get the chance to grab a shower.” Lisa chuckled and started walking, heading for the stairs.” Never a better time than the present!” She added and headed down to the basement level once more, making a direct line for the storage area where all the tools and chemicals for cleaning were kept. Putting on a pair of gloves she prepared herself for work. They had already done the worst of it earlier with the plasters and so on. Other rooms didn't have plaster splattered about, so it should be quicker to clean!
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@FalloutJack no worries. ^^
great! I will attempt to whip up the character within a short notice! By the by, the discord link has expired @_@.
Hello there, I'm pretty interested in this RP, been on a final fantasy brainwave for a while now. Mind if I attempt to join?
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Amelia Payne
Location:CMB Graveyard
Skills: N/A

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As everybody left the bus and they got ready to start moving, Amelia carefully held her weapons as she watched Riley prepare hers and with Atticus telling them to follow, she started walking. The graveyard was rather… well calm? Her eyes scanned the obvious direct surroundings and she barely felt anything as she saw the many different tombstones and the occasional tree. Her eyes narrowed at the way everything was rather lit up by the blazing sun. Quite different from what one would usually think off when they think of a graveyard.

Normally people would think of dark, gritty, possibly misty and shady. Perhaps even humid and unsettling with distant crows. A very cliché like appearance. This seemed so different, probably because of the climate zones she supposed. What was even more curious was the distinct lack of feelings and opinions at well a graveyard. Suddenly she realized that for all that graveyards represented, they felt like a place where one can truly be at peace and quiet. With the lack of Walkers so far, it felt rather… okey.

With the world’s default state nowdays, Amelia finally realized that places like cities, villages and other such locations of life and civilization previously, now felt a lot more scary and connected with death than this graveyard. Her thoughts had kept her mind occupied all the way to the location of the people they came to visit. Overlooking the graves, Amelia looked at the priest and shook her head lightly.” I’m personally in no need of anything special. Thank you.” She told him as she walked over to Jame’s grave and stood about a step away from it. Looking at the dates on it, her mood twisted somewhat and she sighed.

Amelia didn’t say anything aloud, what she had to say to him, she kept in her mind. Final goodbyes were said a long time ago, before he even died. She just didn’t want to face the finality of it until now. The saying that time would heal all wounds was to at least a degree true. She did miss the man, but it was already so long. At least he had a proper resting place.” I missed you, so glad for this chance to say proper goodbye. It’s time to accept reality, sadly.” She said quietly making a step back.” Not sure when and if I will be able to come again, so… Until next time… one way or another.” She said taking a deep breath and turning around. She didn't need loong time to say final words, now she had a more important task. Be ready for shit to hit the fan.

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Lisa Mason
Location: Medical(B)
Skills: N/a

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“I thought so.” She said to herself with a smile, hearing about her new schedule arrangements. Back to learning and working, not that she complained really, she might have initially, after years of completely following no rules rather than her own, but in the time since then, she actually grew to appreciate the structured living in the camp. Living with other people and following societal rules or at least those that still applied, made it easier to maintain a better outlook on life and she was all about that!” Seems I’m going to be kept busy for a while, guess it’s time to push back my requests to arrange traps for a while.” She chuckled, there went her hobby.

Not waiting to be reminded, Lisa hurriedly complied with Mary’s order and made a direct line to the door, leaving the lab. Once it was locked, she started to take off the lab suits, not the most comfortable things to wear, but it wasn’t terribly bad all things considering. At least they weren’t outside in the heat! She was glad to be out of the suit.” So I get the rest of the day off?” She asked, a bit confused.” Well I won’t complain about it, many thanks for it.” She told Mary with a smile and nodded.” Doing this while maintaining absolute calm might take a little bit of practice and experience, but point noted. I will keep my calm as much as possible.”

“On that note, are you sure I shouldn’t at least finish up what was left from the other spaces down in the basement? We didn’t finish the entire usual space of the basement aside the lab for the blood tests, because we went to the boat.” She asked, taking her work ethic to heart. Still if Mary and the other people calling the shots really wanted her to rest now, she wouldn’t mind it at all. She fancied herself some lazying in bed and maybe going for a game night afterwards.
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