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I lost power at my house for a few days and I apologize for my absence :)
I love you new avy Sic and I am hoping to put a bunch of work into this on thursday and friday.
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Part 2 of Collab between AnriUSB and Darkraven (sorry for the wait)
The witch had called to Valentina, and so the young girl floated over to her, half afraid that she might bite, and half enthusiastic about her chances to get more things. Of course, the fear in her won out, and she was looking more frightened than anything else. Putting more than an arm's distance between herself and the icy-faced woman, Valentina peered over the store counter where she had flattened a map on, her eye cautiously shifting between the map and the woman, least she suddenly decided to just kill her like she said she would.
Before the young girl lay a worn and unkempt tourist map of Waynesville, Missouri. Many old pen marks were scattered across its surface. A coffee stain had tainted the bottom right corner of the parchment, partial obscuring the town's apparent 'Catchphrase' before the apocalypse. Valentina's one good eye swept across it lazily, impartial and disinterested. The only thing on her mind was the prize that the witch may or may not grant her. Excitement and enthusiasm were long gone. The sparks in her eyes were taken away from her a long, long time ago, one forcibly by a glass shard, and the other by the pain and death of everyone she held dear. Slightly of to the left hand side of the map was a large circle made entirely of red ink. Within it was a picture of a cartoon dog that seemed to jump from the roof of one of the buildings. The witch's finger lay here.
"This is where you are going, and this.."
Her finger then moved down and further to the left, where, on the very edge of the map and by an apparent high way, was the cartoony letters 'Dominic's Gas An' Go'
".. is where you are coming from."
Ivy then looked up to the child and gestured for her to do the same.
Valentina obeyed the witch's instruction gingerly but obediently, like a slave who had been abused and overworked for most of her life, entirely held in the iron fist of another, setting her soulless eye on her captor, trying to hold it there least something bad happens. Whenever her eye would begin to shift away, Valentina would shift it back to the woman again.
Ivy held the child's gaze and explained the next portion carefully, making sure the child understood. "Now, lucky for you, the undead have mostly dispersed from the area in the past while. There are still some stragglers, nothing big, but you are going to need protection." Ivy then set a Sig Sauer P230 on the table in front of the girl. "You know how to use this right?" She asked momentarily before brushing off her own question. "Of course you do, its a gun."
Ivy then brushed away a rebelious strand of hair that had ventured into her vision. "I am going to come with you too the store. I know a good route, only a twenty minute walk from here. Once we arrive however, is when it gets a bit more technical on your part. In the back warehouse there is a small hole in one of the metal gates. The only problem is that it is half my size. I can escort you too the store, but only you can get in and get the goods. Once you are in you are on your own." Ivy set a small stop watch on the table beside the pistol. "You have ten minutes to get in and out, after that I leave and you have to find your own way back." She paused for a moment, studying the girls' response. "Any questions?"
Valentina's gaze had fallen off the witch as she was explaining the mission. The child could not take the sudden explosion of words, but tried to make sense of it all, and got the idea in general. 'Go to the blue building, get in, take it and get out. Being afraid of the woman, Valentina did not dare to speak, and was instead staring at her legs again. "N-no, missus." Valentina managed to mumble out, ensure of how she even managed to think of what to say.
Ivy nodded and continued. "Good, once you get through the hole you will find yourself in a back warehouse, find the black doors with plastic windows and head onto the main floor. From there you should be able to easily find the cashier's desk at the front of the store. On the counter is a strange box, underneath it will be a key. Open the box with the key and take out the envelope. That is the package, do not open it, and do not lose it. you will deliver it to my hands only and when we get back we will arrange your payment." Ivy looked at the girl for a moment and then said, "That's it, we leave in five minutes, be geared up by that time." Ivy then left the girl to her own thoughts and went to prepare her own equipment.
Valentina skittered to the room she was locked in earlier. Closing the door behind her, she began changing into the black clothes, remembering that the woman had said that it was part of the rules to wear it. Having been plagued by both the living and the dead for months, Valentina was able to take off her clothes and put on new ones quickly, transferring her various holsters and 'surprises' into her new clothes. One of the first thing she noticed was that it was colder in the track pants and shirt, but she didn't dare complain.
After making sure that all her equipment was with her, she left the room and picked up the steak knife that she was forced to drop, and the small pistol the woman had given her. Immediately, the girl was seized with the desire to kill, the temptation to rid herself of the witch, the same way that Gretel had stuffed the witch into a fiery furnace. Valentina considered doing the same thing, except with fire from a gun. She gazed down the back of the witch with renewed intensity, every horror that had happened to her returning. Lieutenant Hugh's voice returned. 'You see this button here?' He had said months before. 'Every gun, big and small, has it, just like how you and me, we both have eyes and ears.' Valentina pushed the button, and the magazine was released. Peering into it, she realised that the pistol had no bullets. The feeling left quickly, and Valentina was staring at the floor again.
The witch had called to Valentina, and so the young girl floated over to her, half afraid that she might bite, and half enthusiastic about her chances to get more things. Of course, the fear in her won out, and she was looking more frightened than anything else. Putting more than an arm's distance between herself and the icy-faced woman, Valentina peered over the store counter where she had flattened a map on, her eye cautiously shifting between the map and the woman, least she suddenly decided to just kill her like she said she would.
Before the young girl lay a worn and unkempt tourist map of Waynesville, Missouri. Many old pen marks were scattered across its surface. A coffee stain had tainted the bottom right corner of the parchment, partial obscuring the town's apparent 'Catchphrase' before the apocalypse. Valentina's one good eye swept across it lazily, impartial and disinterested. The only thing on her mind was the prize that the witch may or may not grant her. Excitement and enthusiasm were long gone. The sparks in her eyes were taken away from her a long, long time ago, one forcibly by a glass shard, and the other by the pain and death of everyone she held dear. Slightly of to the left hand side of the map was a large circle made entirely of red ink. Within it was a picture of a cartoon dog that seemed to jump from the roof of one of the buildings. The witch's finger lay here.
"This is where you are going, and this.."
Her finger then moved down and further to the left, where, on the very edge of the map and by an apparent high way, was the cartoony letters 'Dominic's Gas An' Go'
".. is where you are coming from."
Ivy then looked up to the child and gestured for her to do the same.
Valentina obeyed the witch's instruction gingerly but obediently, like a slave who had been abused and overworked for most of her life, entirely held in the iron fist of another, setting her soulless eye on her captor, trying to hold it there least something bad happens. Whenever her eye would begin to shift away, Valentina would shift it back to the woman again.
Ivy held the child's gaze and explained the next portion carefully, making sure the child understood. "Now, lucky for you, the undead have mostly dispersed from the area in the past while. There are still some stragglers, nothing big, but you are going to need protection." Ivy then set a Sig Sauer P230 on the table in front of the girl. "You know how to use this right?" She asked momentarily before brushing off her own question. "Of course you do, its a gun."
Ivy then brushed away a rebelious strand of hair that had ventured into her vision. "I am going to come with you too the store. I know a good route, only a twenty minute walk from here. Once we arrive however, is when it gets a bit more technical on your part. In the back warehouse there is a small hole in one of the metal gates. The only problem is that it is half my size. I can escort you too the store, but only you can get in and get the goods. Once you are in you are on your own." Ivy set a small stop watch on the table beside the pistol. "You have ten minutes to get in and out, after that I leave and you have to find your own way back." She paused for a moment, studying the girls' response. "Any questions?"
Valentina's gaze had fallen off the witch as she was explaining the mission. The child could not take the sudden explosion of words, but tried to make sense of it all, and got the idea in general. 'Go to the blue building, get in, take it and get out. Being afraid of the woman, Valentina did not dare to speak, and was instead staring at her legs again. "N-no, missus." Valentina managed to mumble out, ensure of how she even managed to think of what to say.
Ivy nodded and continued. "Good, once you get through the hole you will find yourself in a back warehouse, find the black doors with plastic windows and head onto the main floor. From there you should be able to easily find the cashier's desk at the front of the store. On the counter is a strange box, underneath it will be a key. Open the box with the key and take out the envelope. That is the package, do not open it, and do not lose it. you will deliver it to my hands only and when we get back we will arrange your payment." Ivy looked at the girl for a moment and then said, "That's it, we leave in five minutes, be geared up by that time." Ivy then left the girl to her own thoughts and went to prepare her own equipment.
Valentina skittered to the room she was locked in earlier. Closing the door behind her, she began changing into the black clothes, remembering that the woman had said that it was part of the rules to wear it. Having been plagued by both the living and the dead for months, Valentina was able to take off her clothes and put on new ones quickly, transferring her various holsters and 'surprises' into her new clothes. One of the first thing she noticed was that it was colder in the track pants and shirt, but she didn't dare complain.
After making sure that all her equipment was with her, she left the room and picked up the steak knife that she was forced to drop, and the small pistol the woman had given her. Immediately, the girl was seized with the desire to kill, the temptation to rid herself of the witch, the same way that Gretel had stuffed the witch into a fiery furnace. Valentina considered doing the same thing, except with fire from a gun. She gazed down the back of the witch with renewed intensity, every horror that had happened to her returning. Lieutenant Hugh's voice returned. 'You see this button here?' He had said months before. 'Every gun, big and small, has it, just like how you and me, we both have eyes and ears.' Valentina pushed the button, and the magazine was released. Peering into it, she realised that the pistol had no bullets. The feeling left quickly, and Valentina was staring at the floor again.
where'd ya move too?
sorry everyone, I lost power at my house for a couple days, back now.
did I miss anything?
*looks*
That is surprising O.o
did I miss anything?
*looks*
That is surprising O.o
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I am le back!
Sorry all, my power went out ;P.
Sorry all, my power went out ;P.
boop, going to update a few things soon, got a few days off work.
If you have anything in particular you want updated let me know via pm or post here :)
If you have anything in particular you want updated let me know via pm or post here :)
Sage said
Nice job anriu
thx dear, I personally thought it was beyond horrible xD
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Waynesville, Missouri, 2:23pm, Dominic's Gas An' Go
The chill afternoon air nibbled its way into his bones. A light snowfall had settled in and the sky showed signs that it would worsten by nightfall. The man's mood had dampened since setting out early that morning. Supplies were becoming harder and harder to come by, and with winter settling in, the stress of fighting for survival was beginning to wear him. He knew that there were other stashes of food in the city, but almost everyone was either infested by the undead, or crawling with raiders. As if the zed weren't bad enough, even fellow humans had turned against them. Dylan gritted his teeth in frusteration, "Fucking Christ!" He exclaimed in frusteration, kicking a stray can that had been nestling calmly in the snow bed with his right foot.
As he neared the gas station, his eyes were greeted by a lone figure in rough winter clothing. Ivy, she had an intuition for keeping track of him, it was uncanny really, how she was always waiting outside when he returned. She seemed more pumped than ussual. Most days he would be greeted by no more than a simple nod and a short word of greeting. He could tell something was off, she seemed, chipper... It was strange. The snow storm picked up as he stepped neared the station, it was almost a damned blizzard. He cursed silently to himself, growing ever closer to the HQ.
He through a furrowed brow at Ivy, who responded by punching him in the arm. "Why the long face kiddo? We got good news."
"Well aren't you talkative today? You catch the happy bug or summin? Alot of strange infections be floating around these days, I might be forced to put you down." He replied with a clever smirk.
"Ha ha.. Look who suddenly got a sense of humor.. could have used that a few days back," She smacked his back and opened the door for him "Your throne awaits milord." She gestured in a rather unneccessary matter, it had been months since she had let him in with that smile, hell the last time she had done that was back at the pet store.. He raised a suspicious brow at her and stepped in.
"We both could have," He retorted, shooting her a curious look. She was acting strange, and he wanted to know why. "So what has you so chipper? I seem to recall that winter has a tendancy to put you into a slump."
"It does," she replied with a smile, "but a little somthing has gotten me out of that slump."
"Don't tell me...."
"That's right Dylan, we got ourselves a bug.." Dylan couldn't help but smile at this, perhaps things were turning in there favor...
[[Note: 'Bugs' Are human survivors that are still considered 'civil' by Dylan and Ivy, meaning that they are trustworthy enough to take on as companions, or young enough to be saved from depravity. 'Roaches' are hostile human's, mostly raider's, that have completely given into their animalistic needs and have become no better than the living dead. That is, in Ivy's eyes at least.]]
Missouri, Unmarked CDC Facility, 1:05pm.
Freedom...
It was so close..
And yet...
Marrie turned to the voice that had called out too her. It was a kind, soft voice. A voice that at one time may have comforted her, but now all the young girl saw was an obstacle. Another obstacle between her and freedom. She looked into the eyes of the woman with her own, once bright but now dead, eyes. The gaze she shot her was one of desperation, of loneliness and lost faith. All she wanted to do was scream, but for the life of her the words would not form. A lump the size of a mountain sat in her throat and refused to budge. Her mouth simply open, and out came silence...
She seemed to grasp for the words like a widow would for her broken home. Her mouth convulsing slightly each time she tried to emit some sort of sound. Eventually she simply stopped, and so did everything else. She lost herself in that void of emptiness she had come so close to escaping from once more. Why? There it was.. the question that had haunted her for three whole months. Why.. Why.. WHY!!??
Her entire world became one word, the meaningless endings she had attached to it absent, all she could do was focus on it. She couldn't help but turn all of her focus towards it. She was broken, broken by a world that had forced her into hiding. Never before had she felt this despair. It was akin to losing ones' self, and that is what she did. She lost herself to her own turmoil. Deep within an ocean of swirling emotions and a singular, repetitive question, she was lost, and at this moment there was no way to retrieve her.
So the empty shell that was once Marrianne Ellenheart grieved, tears welled up from deep within her soul and poured out of her body. She ran, unthinking toward the woman who had innocently reached out to her in concern and buried herself their. The warmth envelopped her and after a long while her wails become cries, and even those fell too whimpers, until there was nothing but silence..
And the beating chest of the woman before her....
The chill afternoon air nibbled its way into his bones. A light snowfall had settled in and the sky showed signs that it would worsten by nightfall. The man's mood had dampened since setting out early that morning. Supplies were becoming harder and harder to come by, and with winter settling in, the stress of fighting for survival was beginning to wear him. He knew that there were other stashes of food in the city, but almost everyone was either infested by the undead, or crawling with raiders. As if the zed weren't bad enough, even fellow humans had turned against them. Dylan gritted his teeth in frusteration, "Fucking Christ!" He exclaimed in frusteration, kicking a stray can that had been nestling calmly in the snow bed with his right foot.
As he neared the gas station, his eyes were greeted by a lone figure in rough winter clothing. Ivy, she had an intuition for keeping track of him, it was uncanny really, how she was always waiting outside when he returned. She seemed more pumped than ussual. Most days he would be greeted by no more than a simple nod and a short word of greeting. He could tell something was off, she seemed, chipper... It was strange. The snow storm picked up as he stepped neared the station, it was almost a damned blizzard. He cursed silently to himself, growing ever closer to the HQ.
He through a furrowed brow at Ivy, who responded by punching him in the arm. "Why the long face kiddo? We got good news."
"Well aren't you talkative today? You catch the happy bug or summin? Alot of strange infections be floating around these days, I might be forced to put you down." He replied with a clever smirk.
"Ha ha.. Look who suddenly got a sense of humor.. could have used that a few days back," She smacked his back and opened the door for him "Your throne awaits milord." She gestured in a rather unneccessary matter, it had been months since she had let him in with that smile, hell the last time she had done that was back at the pet store.. He raised a suspicious brow at her and stepped in.
"We both could have," He retorted, shooting her a curious look. She was acting strange, and he wanted to know why. "So what has you so chipper? I seem to recall that winter has a tendancy to put you into a slump."
"It does," she replied with a smile, "but a little somthing has gotten me out of that slump."
"Don't tell me...."
"That's right Dylan, we got ourselves a bug.." Dylan couldn't help but smile at this, perhaps things were turning in there favor...
[[Note: 'Bugs' Are human survivors that are still considered 'civil' by Dylan and Ivy, meaning that they are trustworthy enough to take on as companions, or young enough to be saved from depravity. 'Roaches' are hostile human's, mostly raider's, that have completely given into their animalistic needs and have become no better than the living dead. That is, in Ivy's eyes at least.]]
Missouri, Unmarked CDC Facility, 1:05pm.
Freedom...
It was so close..
And yet...
Marrie turned to the voice that had called out too her. It was a kind, soft voice. A voice that at one time may have comforted her, but now all the young girl saw was an obstacle. Another obstacle between her and freedom. She looked into the eyes of the woman with her own, once bright but now dead, eyes. The gaze she shot her was one of desperation, of loneliness and lost faith. All she wanted to do was scream, but for the life of her the words would not form. A lump the size of a mountain sat in her throat and refused to budge. Her mouth simply open, and out came silence...
She seemed to grasp for the words like a widow would for her broken home. Her mouth convulsing slightly each time she tried to emit some sort of sound. Eventually she simply stopped, and so did everything else. She lost herself in that void of emptiness she had come so close to escaping from once more. Why? There it was.. the question that had haunted her for three whole months. Why.. Why.. WHY!!??
Her entire world became one word, the meaningless endings she had attached to it absent, all she could do was focus on it. She couldn't help but turn all of her focus towards it. She was broken, broken by a world that had forced her into hiding. Never before had she felt this despair. It was akin to losing ones' self, and that is what she did. She lost herself to her own turmoil. Deep within an ocean of swirling emotions and a singular, repetitive question, she was lost, and at this moment there was no way to retrieve her.
So the empty shell that was once Marrianne Ellenheart grieved, tears welled up from deep within her soul and poured out of her body. She ran, unthinking toward the woman who had innocently reached out to her in concern and buried herself their. The warmth envelopped her and after a long while her wails become cries, and even those fell too whimpers, until there was nothing but silence..
And the beating chest of the woman before her....
wonderful too hear :)
I am actively updated and editing the OP to make it as organized as possible for when it launches. Any feed back you have would be much appreciated.
Also,
Boop.
I am actively updated and editing the OP to make it as organized as possible for when it launches. Any feed back you have would be much appreciated.
Also,
Boop.
Sam~~~
Samuel felt power surge through him as the onikage he had slain fell limp on his chest. A feint Electric charge began to build in his body, and, much akin to a static shock, released into the air around him. A burst of light followed and Samuel felt something, a new power, a power that made him all the more interested in his new found fate. He concentrated, and with some effort he was able to cause a spark of energy to travel into the body of the dead man. He smiled darkly at this, Yes Samuel, soon you will find that much more power will follow...
Samuel stepped away from the body and out into the street, for now his hunt would end, but soon, he knew, it would start again and with this next hunt would come even more power. He smiled at the thought and began whistling a tune too himself as he made his way back to the Winters' estate. The night air left him with a feeling of freshness and bliss, tonight had been a good night, and many more would follow it...
Ariela~
Ariela had slowly recovered from the surprise of her shift in form. She wondered at what Artemis could be planning, What did this evolution mean? How had she even obtained it? These and many more had filled her scattered mind with doubt. Not only that, but the ring that had previously been melded to her right index finger had been replaced by a black gauntlet that emitted an eerie red glow from within. This, along with her transformation and Artemis's sudden appearance had cast a shadow of doubt in her mind, but only a shadow. Ariela still trusted Artemis, he was her tutor after all, and her reason for living. For that reason she would continue on as his emissary, bringing his judgement to the world of mortal's. His Verdict had been death to all who lived, and she had gladly taken up the responsibility of enforcing their punishment. "Humans" She spat, "They will all pay, every last one... That is why I am here, Why I gave my freedom for power.. Yes.. Together we will watch the world burn.." Within her she felt a silent approval, as always he never spoke, his will was enough to show her the way.
Ariela stepped into the abandoned street. For once Artemus had willed her not too kill, no, for now she was to bide her time. She had been tasked with growing her power, and she would bend to her master's will.
He had saved her...
Shown her the truth..
She could not even comprehend disobedience.
Samuel felt power surge through him as the onikage he had slain fell limp on his chest. A feint Electric charge began to build in his body, and, much akin to a static shock, released into the air around him. A burst of light followed and Samuel felt something, a new power, a power that made him all the more interested in his new found fate. He concentrated, and with some effort he was able to cause a spark of energy to travel into the body of the dead man. He smiled darkly at this, Yes Samuel, soon you will find that much more power will follow...
Samuel stepped away from the body and out into the street, for now his hunt would end, but soon, he knew, it would start again and with this next hunt would come even more power. He smiled at the thought and began whistling a tune too himself as he made his way back to the Winters' estate. The night air left him with a feeling of freshness and bliss, tonight had been a good night, and many more would follow it...
Ariela~
Ariela had slowly recovered from the surprise of her shift in form. She wondered at what Artemis could be planning, What did this evolution mean? How had she even obtained it? These and many more had filled her scattered mind with doubt. Not only that, but the ring that had previously been melded to her right index finger had been replaced by a black gauntlet that emitted an eerie red glow from within. This, along with her transformation and Artemis's sudden appearance had cast a shadow of doubt in her mind, but only a shadow. Ariela still trusted Artemis, he was her tutor after all, and her reason for living. For that reason she would continue on as his emissary, bringing his judgement to the world of mortal's. His Verdict had been death to all who lived, and she had gladly taken up the responsibility of enforcing their punishment. "Humans" She spat, "They will all pay, every last one... That is why I am here, Why I gave my freedom for power.. Yes.. Together we will watch the world burn.." Within her she felt a silent approval, as always he never spoke, his will was enough to show her the way.
Ariela stepped into the abandoned street. For once Artemus had willed her not too kill, no, for now she was to bide her time. She had been tasked with growing her power, and she would bend to her master's will.
He had saved her...
Shown her the truth..
She could not even comprehend disobedience.
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