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Kingdom Hearts ~ Seekers of Light

And it's out, sorry for taking so long.

Kingdom Hearts ~ Seekers of Light

Ambrose Rothfield

Traverse Town, Third District

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@RyuShura@Double

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Ambrose shook his head, turning his head up to coolly eye the much younger and very, very annoyingly peppy magi. Frowning, he shook his head as he primed his gauntlet to give a good swing as he pivoted around. "There's no way in hell I could teach this to you, you would never learn it," he dryly spoke before turning his attention to the peculiar gray creatures.

Before he could react, he heard the younger announce her own plans in a sense, not bothering to acknowledge her... before flinching at the sudden tap on his shoulder as a warm sensation filled him. The minor amounts of pain in his back had dissipated... did she just? Ambrose shook his head as he tapped the wrench at his side. What a waste...

Regardless, the girl had her own plans, and as much as Ambrose preferred to not take any chances, he was content to do so this time. Hey, maybe she might drop her overly irritating enthusiasm to normal levels after getting slapped around for a bit. Standing in place, Ambrose tensed up a little as he watched the little magi and her cat did a little pose in front of him, rolling his eyes at the over-enthusiasm radiating from her and her cat, watching as it all came to an end.

Time began to move again for the shamblers...

Of course, as it did, he suddenly felt an updraft? No, downdraft? Whatever, she just casted that same spell, but bigger, causing the surrounding shamblers and a few others who got too close to be scooped up into the impending flurry. So this was her plan then, huh?

... hmm, that wasn't to bad of a plan; this was something he could work with. Squeezing his gauntlet tightly, Ambrose cracked his neck, giving his wrench a good twirl as the girl made them both the center of attention, causing the young man to shake his head.

Time to get t'work!

Using all the strength he had within him, Ambrose grasped his wrench tightly with both of his hands before running near where the storm was taking place. Swinging with all his might, he felt the tension in his muscles increased as the mechanic tried to push forward, as each smack resulted in a little recoil - and another destroyed shambler.

As the winds and shamblers died down, the horde surrounding them were cleared out for the most part... great, but now there were the others. "That was a decent plan Twinkles," Ambrose grunted as he rotated his shoulders, grunting as little. "... but we still have others that want our head on a platter."

Ambrose let his gauntlet arm slip off his wrench as he gestured to the other gray creatures. "Hope y'still have some juice in-"

Before he could even react, he suddenly felt a chill run up his spine as he found himself and the magi ensnared in ice! How did, what the... wait, the guy in front of them did that? Oh great. Staring daggers at the hooded individual as he unmasked himself was honestly the only thing he could do at this point...

... AND DEAR GOD, HE WAS WORSE THAN GABS! Seriously, with a face like that and the way he just... presented himself just made him look very punchable... if he wasn't subjected to either being killed or turned into a lab rat. Gods, he just wanted to tell this... whats his face, calls himself Vexen? Babel's to shut up! Honestly, if he was smart enough to finish them off why gl-

... and great, the cavalry is here. The ice immediately broke around him in chunks as they clunked around him. Ambrose couldn't help but shiver a little, giving the younger girl a frown as his teeth shattered behind his lips.

"Yeah, yeah, we're fine, Flowers, thanks for the rescue," he said to Aeris in a nonchalant manner, lacking any sort of venom he would normally have towards most people. Clenching his wrench, he wasn't going to spare any time for any more talking. Focusing on Vexen, he squinted at the man as he balled his gauntlet-hand up into a fist.

"Chatter later, beat down Babel's," he shouted, tossing his wrench directly at Vexen, putting as much force as he could into his chilled arm. "Gab's, with me," Ambrose spoke as he rushed at the Imperator, his gauntlet-hand spread out wide.

And in those seconds, as he supposedly reached out at the man, the machine whirred and sputtered lively as it did before with the shamblers.

Kingdom Hearts ~ Seekers of Light

Will work on a post on the morrow.

[Resident Evil]: ESCAPE FROM RACCOON CITY

I feel like I'm the only one who turtles first then assaults after XD

@Kazemitsu

Keith is just going along with whatever plan the remaining survivors had.

[Resident Evil]: ESCAPE FROM RACCOON CITY

@Dark Lugia I don't suppose there is any more room?

@Dynamo Frokane

I think there's still enough for more people to join in.

Also, finally got my post up; took way too long to finish it up.

[Resident Evil]: ESCAPE FROM RACCOON CITY

Keith Eldridge

[Downtown Raccoon]

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[Jack's Bar] => [Jack Street] => [Jack's Bar]
[Well, Guess It's Time To Leave.]

STATS & INVENTORY

[HP: 100/100]
Slot 1: empty
Slot 2: empty
Slot 3: empty
Slot 4 Memento: [Bridge Camera:] Your trusty ol' camera... well, not that old, but still. If you scrapped some stuff together, could it be possible to modify this?

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A Couple of Hours Earlier

Uurrgh... how much did he drink this time, seriously? The blonde boy moaned and groaned over what felt like a whole friggin' hour, but he was probably in such a sorry state for what, like five minutes? Pressing the palm of his hand against his forehead, Keith slowly rose up from the... wooden landing he was lying on? His vision was spinning a bit as he gradually opened his eyes and blinked a little. He didn't even bother to try and recognize his environment as he sat there, trying to recover for the most part.

The first thing he tasted was the sterile dryness of his mouth as he eyed the multiple shapes that littered this... this was definitely a bar. There were a couple of human looking shapes - patrons and servers... ugh, hello horrid breath, his old friend. Propping the arm onto the counter that held his head up, and raised his other hand up. "Blegh... mind if I get some... water," he groggily sputtered out before letting his arm fall onto the counter with an audible clunk, his head falling back down.

A few seconds later, he felt a smooth surface touch the tips of his hand. Moving his head up, he blinked for a bit before slowly grasping the glass and chugged it down, bit by bit. Pressing the glass back onto the counter, he raised a hand, weakly smiling, ""th-thanks for the water mistur...

"Miss."

"... right, sorry 'bout that miss," he mumbled, slowly shaking his head so he would get this friggin' headache off his... head. Removing a hand from the glass, he pointed directly at a temple on his head and swirled his finger around. "I'm sorta outta' it... jus' give me a bit and I'll be outta' here..."

With that said, he lurched a little more, turning his head down to the bar, making himself comfortable for a bit... it's too bad a little Southern Comfort wouldn't make this all better...

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...

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After an hour or two of resting, watering himself down, and a piss here and there, he felt rejuvenated... well, for the most part. The pangs of pain in his head had decreased to a very, veeery tolerable amount and he was more than ready to find out how to get back to those apartments! His friends had to be there, right? Downing one more glass of water, paying off whatever he owed, he excused himself from the bar stool before going into a lengthy stretch.

From what he observed, most of the patrons were gone, and only a few people remained. The ones that stood out, however, were a group of people who looked anxious... it was as if they had the devil at their heels. For now, it didn't matter, as he walked towards them at a leisurely pace. Just as Keith was about to pass them, he noticed something rather... peculiar.

The blood he noticed trickling down one of their arms was rather... fresh... i-it was better to probably ignore it... rude'n all to ask about what happened. Pretending not to notice anything, Keith tipped his head away, eyeing his supposed server and giving the lady a polite, but nervous smile. "Th-thanks," he murmured, nearing the door.

"Hey, y'aren't plannin' on goin' out thar', are yeh?"

Keith froze mere seconds as he was lifting his arm up. Were they talking to him? Another one of their group members? Yeah, yeah, the latter had to be it! No reason some randoms would holler to some guy leaving the bar, right?

"Oy' Cameraman, y'got cotten in yer ear's," the voice said one last time. Oh gods, please don't let this be like last time, please don't let this end like last time. Slowly turning his head around in their general direction, Keith tried to avert eye contact as he kept his head bent downwards, staring at the floor.

"N-no, nothing like that," he sputtered almost mutely, unnoticeable chewing at his lips and rubbing his thumb against his balled up hands fingers.

"Well, don't, else yer gonna get yerself killed."

That... gave him some pause... was this a subtle threat, or was it because of that whole "cannibal disease" thing he heard of... He begged that it was the latter as Keith nearly made eye contact with the fellow, popping one of his eyebrows up as he mused over it all. "Uhm... are y-you talking about the cannibal disease this city is havin'?

"Disease," one of the others forcibly chuckled, their voice tense. "That's jus' putin' it lightly... it's more like a damn epidemic!

... that couldn't be true, right? I-it wasn't that bad... I mean, that menagerie of people were mostly... fine... He stayed quiet for the majority of this all as the on-goer continued to make a mountain out of a molehill, saying how their landlady was eaten alive and myriads of other things. Honestly, they just sounded like a raving madman at this point... which would of been fine if it wasn't for the look plastered on their friends faces...

"It was all like that.. erm, uhm, that one Romero movie," the same speaker spoke, snapping their fingers trying to recall it as they focused on the windows. Hmm.

"Uh, N-Night of the Living Dead," he mumbled out just loud enough for them to catch as his constant fidgeting continuously increased.

"Right, yeah, tha's it!" They gave a particularly loud snap, pointing in Keith's direction, putting the spotlight onto him. "So, fer yer own safety, it's best if you hold out with th' rest of us."

As much as there was a cannibal disease reported, he still had his doubts over how bad it was. He nervously shook his head, shrinking away towards the door as he reached out towards it. "I-i'm sorry, but I c-can't; I've gotta find my fr-friends," he mumbled, fumbling around with his camera a bit as he sped out of the bar, hearing one of them plead for him to stay.

"Hey kid, hold on, you d-"

"Jus' cool it Gerry," one of the group members sighed, walking towards the bar and nonchalantly took a seat and called for a beer. The person known as Gerry was dumbfounded.

"There's no way he's g-"

"Listen, we gotta focus on us, so we shouldn't worry about 'im," the person said, before taking a small swig, letting out a breathy "ah."

"Besides, soon'r or later, he'll learn like the others after gettin' his ass chewed out," the person shrugged and shivered a bit before downing another bit of beer.

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The air felt a bit chillier as the young man stepped outside... maybe that was his intuition telling him not to doubt those folks and head back inside? Keith took one step forward, perishing the thought as he slowly looked around. There... there wasn't a soul in sight, surprisingly... then again, it did sort of make sense.

Goosebumps formed on his skin, patting them down as he carefully trudged out passed the strewn cars and into the opening. Most of the street was barren, save for a few... hobbling people? He could barely make out some of the silhouettes in the street, but clearly there was an inhuman air to them... people infected by the cannibal disease he presumed.

"Looks like their nervous system is shot... poor guys," he mused, breaking into a light enough sprint as he passed by as car. As he studied the car and the shambling humans, his skin grew hot, Keith's heart felt like it was going to pop out of its chest as he gave pause for a few seconds.

He whipped his head around, taking the view up behind him and... oh holy shit... it... it wasn't as bad when him and his friends came here! There were a couple of more vehicles strewn down the street, some abandoned, broken, and tipped over pieces here and there... but for the most part, it looked as if a storm blew over... and what made it even worse was the amount of people congregating farther down the road... they were all moving similarly to those up ahead, but for the most part, they weren't trying to tear each other apart...

Keith had his doubts, finding it pretty peculiar that they were acting in a certain way. Shoving his hands into his pocket, he decided to go away from what he assumed was north away from the crowd of people and went south... which lacked most of those afflicted.

Every time Keith neared one of them, he ducked behind some vehicle, getting out of sight as he listened to the bits of shuffling and... oh god, that smells. Squeezing his hand into a tight fist, Keith suppressed the urge to vomit as well, listening to the wheezing of it all, his teeth chattering as he continued to duck down. When he was for certain he was in the clear, he slowly lurched forward, taking one small silent step after another before shuffling at a swift rate before the cannibal infectee could catch wind of him.

Eventually, he took shelter behind another banged up vehicle... except there was blood partially staining the window. As he lurched over, he stood as still as he thought he heard something rapping and tapping at the window. Yeah, no, he wasn't having any of that as his breathing began to pick up. Crouching down, he slowly backed away from the car... before discovering what was causing that ruckus.

His pupils dilated in utter horror, uttering a rather loud "Jesus," in surprise before realizing what he has done and slammed a hand onto his mouth. Sadly, that was too late with that bridge crossed. Scrambling to get up Keith, didn't bother looking back, noticing those so called "cannibal's" slowly limping towards him.

He got a fresh look, one after the other as he made a mad dash past each of them. Just like the one in the car, they all had similar looking cataract-like eyes, obvious signs of necrosis on their face, and other crap he didn't bother remembering at the time because he was not putting up with this bs!

As Keith sprinted back to the bar, he came to notice a couple of things... mainly over the fact that the huge horde he was avoiding earlier had gotten even closer than he saw previously. That's all he got out of it as he looked to the side, noticing a similar, dimly lit establishment with the letter J set on top.

The student didn't even bat an eye as he stumbled forward, his breath dry as he dispersed from the sight of those cannibal's... th-they were still cannibals right? Not something outta Romero's movies, no! "They're just sick, avoid contact," he repeated in raspy breaths to himself as he stumbled forward towards the light, lurching forward as panted and grasped at the door.

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As he entered the familiar area, he noted that it was a lot more... populated than before. Shrinking back, he kept his head down as he passed by the duo lurking near the front door, listening to presumably the owner of this bars proposition. Taking a seat near said duo, he slumped down, sitting himself on the floor as he looked at his camera, firmly holding it as he rubbed it a bit.

... ok, get it together and focus Keith! His breathing began to slow down a bit, thinking on the huge amount of... zombie's to the north and how there might be more hordes like that was not a very comforting thought... hell, even this old man's "pep talk" wasn't enough to get him out of this frightened rut...

... well, at least until the old man brandished a shotgun, indicating even more so that they needed get to work providing some coverage for this place or get out. Shivering he buried his head into his knees, thoughts going to the fact that he had to go back out there and possibly get his ass killed to keep this place safe...

"Well fella's, y'heard the man, if we gonna stay here, we gotta make sure this place is packin' heat," a familiar voice spoke up, followed by other grunts as the stools began scooting out of the way and feet began to pick up, coming towards them. Coming out of his sorry state, Keith peered up, noticing the group of guys and girls heading out.

"... h-hey," the young man spoke up in a muffled voice, grabbing the attention of the person in the back. The man paused for a second, looking down on the student before chuckling a bit.

"We-hell, lookie who came back; get yer ass chewed out," he quizzed, amused as he watched the young man shake his head. "Well, coorse' y'didn't, you're still livin'... now whazzup?"

Pressing his hands against the flooring, Keith weakly pushed himself up, averting eye contact with the much older looking man. "U-uh, there's a h-huge crowd of them up the street outside of h-here," he murmured, blinking a bit as he shoved his hands into his pocket, leaving his camera dangling from his neck. "... th-that's all."

The man gave a nod and uttered a thanks before leaving the bar behind, easing the door onto its frame... great, now he was definitely in a rut.

"Crap... h-hey, you two," he anxiously murmured, staring in the general direction of a greased up fellow and the musclebound man with a cap. "Y-you don't mind if I, er, tag-along, d-do ya?"

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@Dark Lugia@Kazemitsu

[Resident Evil]: ESCAPE FROM RACCOON CITY

I should of gotten my post finished earlier since people are at the bar already (ended up starting him out there, but wandering off to try and get back to the campus).

Also, shouldn't we use the character sheet tab or no?

[Resident Evil]: ESCAPE FROM RACCOON CITY

So question, how much health do our characters have exactly?

[RESIDENT EVIL]: Escape From Raccoon City (Zombie/Post-Apocalyptic RP)

It's interesting...but the time limit kind of sets me back since from my experience on this site. People post ungodly slow!!! (Most rp's I'm in it's like every 4-6 days before someone actually posts) Otherwise...I'm curious about weapons. Is it just guns and the knife or can we potentially use other weapons?

@Kazemitsu

@Kazemitsu I think it's in game days and not real life days if that's your issue though I'm not positive.

@rocketrobie2

It's in game days, I'm positive... because it has been one day since the first post and not a whole lot of people have exactly posted yet (will probably churn out one tomorrow or Friday). So yeah.

As for your other question about weapons, my characters first weapon is essentially a camera that is used to stun or blind zombies... however, it hasn't gotten to that state yet. For one, it needs a flash before it can do anything special, so yeah.

Kingdom Hearts ~ Seekers of Light

Ambrose Rothfield

Traverse Town, Third District

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@RyuShura

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Peace and quiet... well, as much peace and quiet he would get with the whirring of his contraptions and the listless splurges of water traveling through the pipes. Adjusting his glasses, a young man sat at the forefront of this shop... if you could call such a place a shop. For the most part, he was busy making adjustments to a large, brass gauntlet, brushing away some sweat that trickled down his forehead as he tightened one of the braces on one of his weapons.

Of course, as he was working, something managed to break his focus on his work, causing him to scrunch his eyebrows as he looked up for a brief moment, eyes peering beyond the stained glass and bars outside his workshop... before swiftly getting back on track and back to work. Humming to himself he leaned in close, calibrating and modifying a few features added on - didn't want the thing to break from too much pressure and such.

And even after all that the noise he heard outside became even louder... seriously, what was going on that was so important?! Grunting and groaning, Ambrose mumbled a few curses as he gradually made his way towards the door, slouching over as he massaged the center of his temples with two fingers. Leaving behind a smudge on his forehead and peered out the smudged up window... and... uh...

"... well huh, that ain't something you see e'ryday," he mumbled, adjusting his glasses by gently pushing them to the bridge of his nose. Were these things heartless just like the rest?

Ambrose squinted, rubbing away at the unclean sheet of glass to get a better look... and from what he discerned, these things were in no way heartless... they weren't amorphous enough. He tilted his head, squinting his eyes as he stared as the plaza became overran with... whatever these uniform, gray things were.

He backed away, stretching for a moment. Looks like he was just going to have't wallop them, just like those bands of heartless he faced a couple of times on Ratcheon... shouldn't be too much of a challenge, bashing them over the head with a wrench would work.

Backing away from the glass, Ambrose lightly sprinted over to the table, discarding his greasy gloves and exchanging them both for a singular black glove. As he tossed them over the counter, he knelt down and began rummaging through the drawers and grasping at his huge wrench underneath and threw it onto the counter, causing some of the tools to abruptly cling and clang.

Bringing his right hand up, he began to rub down the gauntlet he was working on, the invasion of...

"Shambler's," he thought to himself, mentally recording that name base on the odd way they moved... speaking of.

As the bespectacled young man finished cleaning up, he heard some banging at his brass sutured doorstep. Musing to himself, he quickly shoved one hand into the socket and flipped a small switch inside. Suddenly, the gauntlet seemingly came to life, bursting with small tinges of light as it powered on.

Giving his right hand a few familiar swings, he set his glasses near the same place where he placed the grimy gloves and strapped his goggles onto his face. Moving his hand over, he tightly grasped the heavy, club like wrench and picked it up as if it was nothing and slowly made his way towards the door.

Bastards better of not screwed up his home...

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As the houses were invaded from the outside, the thin gray creatures uniformly stayed in formation, save for a few who were prodding at the window, or the two that were banging on the door. Eventually after no answer, the funny little fellows proceeded to break from their original formation, forming a thin line of two, readying as if to ram the door over.

Of course, that plan when out the window as the brass door slowly creaked open with a loud squeak that probably wouldn't drown out the screams in the district... and hiding behind it all was the tall young man, Ambrose.

As he hid, his breathing was shortened, his pupils dilating a his heart pounded against his chest. His grip never faltered as he waited. Waited for them to march on into an ambush... well, as best of an ambush as he could set up.

His ears perked up to the sound of footsteps coming in... and the moment he saw one of the gray creatures, the formation mostly toppled over, most of the peculiar beings, retreating outside as a few of their allies dissolved into nothingness. His arm was stretched outwards after that pivot and punch... and he wasn't stopping there.

Dashing just a hair, Ambrose quickly approached one of the fallen creatures and gave it a quick punt, causing a few of them to move out of the way of the tiny gray missile... which proceeded to slam and hit some of the others, causing them to disintegrate as well. He had to keep moving.

Ambrose proceeded to run forward, lunging at one of the creatures, who proceeded to dodge his obvious and projected attack... but that wasn't the point of his assault as he continued forward, interrupting a few of their allies as he blithely charged for a bit before stopping and swinging his fist around in a pivot, knocking away any potential creatures that might back attack him...

... and surprise surprise, none of them even tried to go in for the kill. Next thing he saw was them compiling into a small group, forming a small half-circle as they approached him. Ambrose could see where this was going... and looking around the rest of the plaza for a brief moment told him that there was no way he was going to get out of this unscathed due to the flood of them around here... even though some of them were preoccupied with barging in and rounding up some of the inhabitants here.

But there was one thing of interest as well as he began moving back, the remaining gray creatures whimsically striding toward him - the figure at the center of this all. Hm... Ambrose could only ponder on it for a brief second before he felt a sharp brisk bit of wind behind him. What the heck? Since when did he step into a downdr... oh. It was her.

Grimacing, as he eyed the young girl, he took note of the enemies behind him and began walking forward a bit, looking up as he endured one of the jabs into his back before jamming his elbow backwards, knocking it away.

"Ey' Twinkles, watch where yer aimin'," he shouted at Raily on the lampposts, wincing a bit after that attack as he kept tabs on the creatures now targeting him and her...

Of course, the group sulking towards Ambrose had now merged with the group that was trying to capture the magi, both being encircled and entrapped by the shambler's... well, mostly him. With his back against a lamppost, there was only one thing left to do.

Holding his right hand containing the gauntlet up, he spread his fingers out so the palms of the gauntlet could be seen. As he clenched his huge wrench with his left, he furrowed his eyebrows behind the goggles as he let out a small breath of air. Without uttering a single thing, his gauntlet whirred and sputtered a bit, causing seemingly nothing to happen...

... except the assailants surrounding the duo seemed to come to a full stop, animation suspended by nothing as they stood as still as a statue. Wouldn't be long until they started moving again...