Zmerr

Of the Last of Us

"I'm sorry. It's not that I couldn't READ the signs. I just thought they were old." Zmerr scratched his head and chuckled nervously, kicking himself for letting his naivety almost get him killed. "I was running low on food and needed to stock up for the winter. I must apologize again, because I believe the shortage of female deer is also my fault. I've been stocking up since spring." He chuckled nervously again. He gave the man an apologetic grin. "I didn't know." He kicked the ground. After a moment, he regained his stature and looked at the man again. "I came here because it's the only place the Chipped haven't followed me to yet. I managed to make them really mad. I would leave this place if I could, but I'm afraid they'll find me and kill me. They seem to not have noticed this island yet. I must have been here a year and a half already. I'm starting to get nervous."

Of the Last of Us

"YOU'RE deer? I didn't even know deer could be tamed." Zmerr snorted a little in surprise. "It wasn't in any kind of fenced in area. It really is hard to tell what belongs to whom." Zmerr stood up and brushed the dust off of his thin leather armor. "Come to think of it, it's especially hard because I didn't even know I wasn't alone here. I honestly thought you were a Chipped. You really should be more careful. Scaring something could be life-threatening, you know." Zmerr adjusted his blue cloth tunic and leather pants. "Anyways. You're human, yes? Clearly not chipped because one of would be dead by now. Why are you here?"

Of the Last of Us

And I suspect they are just as vulnerable as a human might be in their flesh form, yes? She's cleared. I like her. :)

Of the Last of Us

Zmerr only stopped long enough to take the jerky out of his bag. He knew that if he stood in place too long, whatever was tailing him could take the opportunity and pounce. He perked his ears again, listening for the sounds of movement or breathing. The stalker had stopped moving, but there was the sound of tired lungs working to fill themselves. It sounded like a Chipped. This was not good.

"Hello?" Zmerr asked in a demanding voice. He reached to his side for his pistol just in case, but didn't draw it to show the other person he wouldn't attack first. "I know you're out there. I also know you've been following me for some time." He surveyed the area around him. He couldn't see very far for the thick trees and foliage. "I promise I won't shoot-" There. He pin pointed the location. "as long as you don't attack me." He did one more look-around to be sure his follower was alone. He was.

The Crescent Academy

Zmerr tends to overthink. Even if Cadmus isn't hiding anything, Zmerr might still see it that way. It's just in the nature of his people.

Of the Last of Us

Zmerr heard another rustling, but this time it was too quiet to be a deer. His jungle survival skills kicked in and he began looking for places to hide as he ran along. He was going back to his home to get something to take the deer back with.

The rustle sounded again. It seemed as though he was being hunted. His big ears perked up naturally, increasing his ability to hear. He couldn't quite pin point the source of the sound or what was making it, but it was definitely following him. He didn't dare stop. He knew all too well that stopping would put him in more danger. But he also knew that if he went home, whatever was following him, would find out where he lived. The best thing to do, he decided, was to keep wandering until he lost whatever it was.

Zmerr knew the layout of the part of the forest pretty well. He'd laid out markers in case he got lost, but only he would be able to recognize them.

He looked up at the sun to determine the time. It was getting pretty late. His stomach growled. Zmerr dug into his pack and pulled out homemade jerky. He was always prepared for this. After all, being a small creature roaming the jungle made him a big target for predators.

Of the Last of Us

Zmerr peered around the wall of the deteriorating building. He gripped his plasma pistol tightly, prepared to use it at any moment. A few bushes at the edge of the forest shook with unnatural life. Zmerr was hoping it was dinner but was prepared for a Chipped. Maybe even an army of Chipped. Being small, he was often the first to be sent on scouting missions. Also, his years roaming the jungle had made him proficient in spying, shooting and running.

The shaking got stronger, more violent. Zmerr pulled the pistol out of it's holster and readied it to shoot. An antlered head soon poked out of the foliage and cautiously examined its surroundings. It didn't notice Zmerr.

Zmerr took a few silent steps around the wall. He carefully placed the pistol back in its holster and the snapped the rifle off of his back and shot at the deer. It looked as though he hadn't taken aim, but he had years of practice. It hit the animal right between the eyes. It had looked at him when it heard the sound of the rifle coming out, but it hadn't had enough time to run.

The Crescent Academy

Zmerr ate his breakfast quietly and alone. He took his time. He knew he had a lot of work to do today, but he just wasn't in the mood for it. He paid little attention to his food and kept an interested eye on the students. There really was an interesting mix of members. People from all different parts and different environments. He saw reptilian people huddled in groups with thick clothing all the way to wolf people tearing out their winter fur. The diversity was intriguing and somewhat what peaked his interest. The researcher inside of him started to kick in.

He wanted to know why the board has started selecting such different people. They used to be specific to only a certain few people groups. Things were starting to come together. The green fire, the higher and more diverse enrollment, the scarcity of board members. Cadmus was hiding something from the students. Something big. Zmerr could understand why. There were probably ten, thousand or more students alone. Including staff, well over twelve thousand people on campus at any given moment. If news of something serious got out, it could be disastrous.

But at the same time, it would be necessary to have twelve thousand magic-using bodies to protect the Academy. But how effective could an army of mostly freshman be? Was Cadmus hoping the danger would not show up with in the next few years? Or maybe he expected that he could take care of it on his own and was just preparing. Zmerr, trusted that Cadmus knew what he was doing and that things work out with the smallest amount of casualties possible.

Of the Last of Us

I'll do that in the morning though. After traveling all weekend, I think I might fall asleep and never wake up...

Of the Last of Us

So I was thinking, I could start the beginning of the IC and you could fall in whenever. I will still leave space open for new characters.