Dawnon Aeris said
i like the magic in
Lol you mean alchemy?
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Lol you mean alchemy?
It was exactly 3:09 pm, about 20 minutes since Dean raided the gas station. He came at a fork in the road whilst driving through the forest and turned left, eventually making it onto the freeway where he drove around 35 mph. He made sure to never go above 40 when it came to driving on the freeway, a rule he refused to break. Music played from the truck's stereo, over time Dean collected a few CD's, some were mostly scratched, but only one or two were unable to function. The music calmed him and made him feel somewhat relaxed but to an extent, he couldn't help but feel tense no matter where he was. He lay his head back while watching the road, realizing he had been awake for what? 18 hours? Rest was important to Dean, his next priority would be to setup a safehouse he could stay at for the next few days, he had enough food to keep two people fed for a month if rationed. 2 weeks ago he had raided a supermarket, something he had only done twice before and only encountering 5 infected. When the thought came of where he would make his temporary home he preferred a cozy bed in the suburbs, the thought of it made him sleepy. He struggled to keep his eyes open for a moment.
He drove on for about 10 minutes before seeing a figure in the distance, sitting on the freeway. His eyes widened and his heart jumped: he could see headlights. Dean came to a slow stop about 50 yards from a black hummer, it's engine was running and the driver door was open. He sat, observing the area around him before opening the glove box, pulling out a black bandana and pilots goggles. If someone was in the hummer, they were either injured, infected, or dead, wearing the bandana and goggles was only a precaution, but one Dean made sure to follow anytime he planned to make contact with the infected. He put on the goggles and bandana, tucking the bandana into his shirt before hopping out of the truck leaving his engine running. He reached in the back for his spear. Although he usually used them as projectiles, he had a particular spear crafted from oak and sharp to the tip along with a rope attached so he could hold it over his shoulder, he maintained it regularly, it was a fast, strong and efficient weapon, one he admired.
Approaching the hummer slowly, a trail of blood could be seen from the drivers side leading to the front of the hummer, he couldn't see where it led as the vehicle obstructed his vision. He came up behind the vehicle and could hear a sound coming from the front, one he was all too familiar with. Dean walked slowly around the hummer in a defensive stance, his right hand gripping the top part of the spear and his left the bottom, along with a combat knife that had already been attached to his belt. To his dismay, he watched as an infected lay on its knees, eating away at a body. It was a weird feeling getting used to seeing something like this happen. After observing the creature he smacked the hood of the hummer with the bottom of the spear, immediately the creature turned, locking eyes, or, eye, with him. He had learned over the past year that after one of these creatures eats away at someone, they become enraged, faster and more bloodthirsty, but over time Dean developed a strategy for dealing with them in this state.
He prepared himself as the infected sprinted towards him with it's arms out, he grunted before impaling it's chest with his spear, lodging it inside. Holding the spear inside the creature's chest with his left hand, he reached for his knife using the right, plunging the knife into the creatures skull before kicking it to the floor. The creature lay still as Dean walked up and impaled it once more with his spear. He fell to one knee, breathing heavily as he gripped the spear that remained in the body of the infected. He felt wide awake now and couldn't help but feel sick, which was strange. He had done this more than a hundred times. Than again, maybe that was it.
Standing up and pulling the spear from the creature, he walked over to the body. It appeared to be a middle aged man, bald, his clothes were ripped to pieces and covered in his own blood. Dean grimaced as he slung his spear over his shoulder and turned to inspect the hummer. A truckers hat lay bloodied on the drivers seat and a pair of glasses hung from the mirror. A wave of sadness overcame him as he noticed a small photograph of a girl lay on top of the bloody hat. He placed the photo in his pocket, and realized the window of the car was shattered along with a stain of blood. Country music played from the radio at a low, distorted volume. Opening the backseat, a green army bag lay on the seat. Dean pulled it out, set it on the floor and opened it, his eyes lit up behind the goggles, the bag contained a hunting rifle equipped with a scope, a 9mm, and about 2 boxes of ammunition for both weapons. Zipping the bag up, he carried it with him to the truck and placed it in the backseat, then removed the bandana and goggles, placing them back in the glove box and pulling out a glue stick and a composition book labeled "Dean Armstrong,"
He flipped through the book filled with his own writing and photo's of random people until reaching the most recent page. He pulled out the picture of the small girl from his pocket, and began to glue it into the page, when he noticed that his hands were covered in blood. This was certainly not the first time Dean had seen blood, especially on himself, but the sick feeling came back. He put the journal and glue to the side and placed his head on the steering wheel for a moment before falling out of the car to his knees and began to throw up. Standing up, he wiped his mouth with his sleeve, reluctantly entered the truck, and began driving, slowly around the hummer and bodies. He felt tired, not because he hadn't slept, but because of the life he was now living. He drove onward to the suburbs of Chicago.
He drove on for about 10 minutes before seeing a figure in the distance, sitting on the freeway. His eyes widened and his heart jumped: he could see headlights. Dean came to a slow stop about 50 yards from a black hummer, it's engine was running and the driver door was open. He sat, observing the area around him before opening the glove box, pulling out a black bandana and pilots goggles. If someone was in the hummer, they were either injured, infected, or dead, wearing the bandana and goggles was only a precaution, but one Dean made sure to follow anytime he planned to make contact with the infected. He put on the goggles and bandana, tucking the bandana into his shirt before hopping out of the truck leaving his engine running. He reached in the back for his spear. Although he usually used them as projectiles, he had a particular spear crafted from oak and sharp to the tip along with a rope attached so he could hold it over his shoulder, he maintained it regularly, it was a fast, strong and efficient weapon, one he admired.
Approaching the hummer slowly, a trail of blood could be seen from the drivers side leading to the front of the hummer, he couldn't see where it led as the vehicle obstructed his vision. He came up behind the vehicle and could hear a sound coming from the front, one he was all too familiar with. Dean walked slowly around the hummer in a defensive stance, his right hand gripping the top part of the spear and his left the bottom, along with a combat knife that had already been attached to his belt. To his dismay, he watched as an infected lay on its knees, eating away at a body. It was a weird feeling getting used to seeing something like this happen. After observing the creature he smacked the hood of the hummer with the bottom of the spear, immediately the creature turned, locking eyes, or, eye, with him. He had learned over the past year that after one of these creatures eats away at someone, they become enraged, faster and more bloodthirsty, but over time Dean developed a strategy for dealing with them in this state.
He prepared himself as the infected sprinted towards him with it's arms out, he grunted before impaling it's chest with his spear, lodging it inside. Holding the spear inside the creature's chest with his left hand, he reached for his knife using the right, plunging the knife into the creatures skull before kicking it to the floor. The creature lay still as Dean walked up and impaled it once more with his spear. He fell to one knee, breathing heavily as he gripped the spear that remained in the body of the infected. He felt wide awake now and couldn't help but feel sick, which was strange. He had done this more than a hundred times. Than again, maybe that was it.
Standing up and pulling the spear from the creature, he walked over to the body. It appeared to be a middle aged man, bald, his clothes were ripped to pieces and covered in his own blood. Dean grimaced as he slung his spear over his shoulder and turned to inspect the hummer. A truckers hat lay bloodied on the drivers seat and a pair of glasses hung from the mirror. A wave of sadness overcame him as he noticed a small photograph of a girl lay on top of the bloody hat. He placed the photo in his pocket, and realized the window of the car was shattered along with a stain of blood. Country music played from the radio at a low, distorted volume. Opening the backseat, a green army bag lay on the seat. Dean pulled it out, set it on the floor and opened it, his eyes lit up behind the goggles, the bag contained a hunting rifle equipped with a scope, a 9mm, and about 2 boxes of ammunition for both weapons. Zipping the bag up, he carried it with him to the truck and placed it in the backseat, then removed the bandana and goggles, placing them back in the glove box and pulling out a glue stick and a composition book labeled "Dean Armstrong,"
He flipped through the book filled with his own writing and photo's of random people until reaching the most recent page. He pulled out the picture of the small girl from his pocket, and began to glue it into the page, when he noticed that his hands were covered in blood. This was certainly not the first time Dean had seen blood, especially on himself, but the sick feeling came back. He put the journal and glue to the side and placed his head on the steering wheel for a moment before falling out of the car to his knees and began to throw up. Standing up, he wiped his mouth with his sleeve, reluctantly entered the truck, and began driving, slowly around the hummer and bodies. He felt tired, not because he hadn't slept, but because of the life he was now living. He drove onward to the suburbs of Chicago.
Athinar said
Thunder, are you okay? >.>
You stole my spotlight, bro, you think just cus you're Kasus's favorite you can do what you want around here? You can literally go to hell.
Rose said nothing to the man, she did not wish to further escalate the situation and kept her posture. Although she decided to respect her fellow Guildmates and fight by their side when needed, she felt this would not be the last time she and Alaric would be involved in some type of conflict. As he turned away Rose let her arms down, and observed the Guild Hall along with those in it.
The whole building had an air of chaos for a moment, but that seemed to die down as others went about themselves. Rose couldn't help but feeling energetic all of a sudden, after throwing a chair in a mans face and standing up to the likes of Alaric she could feel somewhat of an adrenaline rush. She wished to participate in a quest, but there appeared to be none at the moment, so she decided the best thing to do at the moment was explore is explore the Guild Hall and become familiar with the rooms and such, possibly get to know the other newcomers she didn't get the chance to speak with.
Rose turned to Swift, "It seem's like there isn't much to do right now, I was going to explore the Guild for a bit, do you want to join me?"
The whole building had an air of chaos for a moment, but that seemed to die down as others went about themselves. Rose couldn't help but feeling energetic all of a sudden, after throwing a chair in a mans face and standing up to the likes of Alaric she could feel somewhat of an adrenaline rush. She wished to participate in a quest, but there appeared to be none at the moment, so she decided the best thing to do at the moment was explore is explore the Guild Hall and become familiar with the rooms and such, possibly get to know the other newcomers she didn't get the chance to speak with.
Rose turned to Swift, "It seem's like there isn't much to do right now, I was going to explore the Guild for a bit, do you want to join me?"
Hodfred's words were encouraging, but Rin couldn't help ridding the uneasy feeling.
As Hodfred spoke of beyond the forest Rin's eyes lit up, he had no idea Hodfred had thought of what lied beyond. Usually this was a rare thought that occurred among the wood elves. Rin was relieved to know he wasn't the only one who thought life was more than just living in a forest praying to the Pure One. He embraced his culture, but embraced adventure more so.
"I agree, Hodfred, do you wish to leave the forest?"
As Hodfred spoke of beyond the forest Rin's eyes lit up, he had no idea Hodfred had thought of what lied beyond. Usually this was a rare thought that occurred among the wood elves. Rin was relieved to know he wasn't the only one who thought life was more than just living in a forest praying to the Pure One. He embraced his culture, but embraced adventure more so.
"I agree, Hodfred, do you wish to leave the forest?"
Same :)
I thought my old username, Thundercat was taken, but it's not. So I was wondering if you could make an exception for the username changes, but if not that's fine. Just wondering if anybody would be willing to change it real quick. I assume it wouldn't take long and it would make me like really happy.
But if not I understand.
But if not I understand.
Oh no my mistake, I think Enrique and Card Captors character need to respond
I think everybody gave their response?
About the posting order, I think it would work if all characters involved in a specific situation respond to the plot before somebody makes a post. If that makes sense?
Like if three characters are on a mission and bandits appear, you can your response and wait for the others to respond before posting again, but if your character isn't involved with the mission and doing something else, you can post. Really it's just common sense, I think the only reason everything got jumbled is because everybody is in the process of introducing themselves but also interacting with others at the same time.
Do ya feel me.
Like if three characters are on a mission and bandits appear, you can your response and wait for the others to respond before posting again, but if your character isn't involved with the mission and doing something else, you can post. Really it's just common sense, I think the only reason everything got jumbled is because everybody is in the process of introducing themselves but also interacting with others at the same time.
Do ya feel me.
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