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I am perfectly fine with that! With all the riots and things going on in the city, currently, I bet he would run into someone. I'll write something up and send it over to you via google doc. That won't be until after work tho, so around 5-ish EST.


Okay sounds good.
@The Savant

Would it be okay if you had some NPCs interact with Jonathan for the time being, and then we can plan on getting some to interact with the other characters?
Alright the Ratman post is up.
@The Savant

THE RATMAN


A lone figure in the city was scavenging around some trash, hoping to find something he could sell. He searched for these items and hummed a song he had heard before. This figure was the Ratman, a local eccentric scavenger. From what he could find, it was nothing worth selling. Although some of the items he could use. He put the items into his backpack while muttering some words. He was elated to have gotten the junk from the garbage. β€œGood, good loot.” He muttered as he made his way out onto the street. He got some strange looks from the few people who noticed him. Giving him a peculiar look, but he didn’t seem to notice.

Jonathan walked down the street while still humming the song that played in his head. His next task was to return home to collect a β€œpackage” to be delivered to a potential buyer. He stopped in front of a television to watch the broadcast. Few other people were watching, and only a few broke their gaze to stare at Jonathan. β€œPretty woman.” He murmured, seeing the woman standing at the podium. He had experienced the earthquakes before; it usually didn’t bother him when it did happen. However, it could be a nuisance. He would have to be careful if he ever scavenged in the caves in the foreseeable future.

As the broadcast ended, Jonathan left the side of the street and returned to his apartment, walking past some civilians and the occasional undesirable deep in their world. He opened his apartment door and stepped inside, locking the door behind him. He walked past some big boxes of things he had scavenged, unpacking the garbage he had picked and putting it into an empty box in his bedroom. He stopped to visit his pets, who were cockroaches inside a glass terrarium. β€œHello, Laurel. Hello, Hardy.” He said, gently tapping the glass. Walking over to his bed and taking out a small box underneath. He pulled out a small vial of white liquid and a needle as he opened the box. Sitting on the bed, Jonathan rolled up his jacket sleeve and tapped his arm with two fingers. When he found a vein, he extracted the liquid with the needle. Soon enough, he injected himself, feeling the constant pain somewhat subsiding. Jonathan put away the vial and needle underneath the bed after he was finished.

His next stop was to grab the β€œpackage” in his lab, which was inside his apartment's spare room. He had gotten the equipment from people in the Gray Market. The drug money he would get from selling would be used for implants, drug equipment, implants, and food.

Jonathan picked up the package he had prepared a few hours ago and put it into his backpack. A few minutes later, after packing a few things in his backpack, he left the apartment, remembering to lock his door again if he wanted his apartment ransacked. This particular instant had happened to him quite a few times. He was told to meet the buyer at a restaurant. The trip to the restaurant was not very eventful. Walking down the street, the tall masked man sang another song. His voice seemed to echo through the streets. His singing was baritone and somewhat raspy.

As he entered the restaurant, he noticed a group of men sitting inside a booth. In the middle of the booth sat a tall asian man with sunglasses. This man noticed Jonathan standing at the entrance and was ushered to the booth by some men who Jonathan presumed were armed. One of the guards walked along with Jonathan to the booth. The scavenger sits down in front of the man.

β€œDo you have the package?” He said curtly while staring at Jonathan. Jonathan chuckled from underneath his mask, nodding his head.

β€œYes, yes, we have the package. Hahaha. All the spice you will ever need, haha.” Jonathan said, which got a strange look from the Asian man. Jonathan took out the little box and handed it to the Asian man. The man took the package and motioned for one of the guards to give Jonathan a small money envelope. Jonathan took the envelope before asking if the Asian man wanted a reading of his fortune. The man declined the offer, which greatly disappointed him. β€œThanks for doing the biz chaver.” He winked and clicked his fingers like a gun at him.

As he left, the Asian man gave him another strange look, probably wondering why he even dealt with him. But Jonathan had the best drugs in the city, so there was some reason to do business with the strange man. Jonathan left the restaurant, whistling. He wanted to spend money on food since he hadn’t eaten since the morning.
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Word Count: 833
Level: Lv: 6 EXP: (3/60)
Location: Dead Zone Hinterlands - Wooded Slope


Harry didn’t seem to Band that he wanted to talk about his former partner. Talking about Kim would only send Harry into a spiral of depression. But right now, he needed to find that missing kid. Perhaps doing this good deed would lift his spirits somehow. As they approached the mansion, Harry looked at the shambling creatures wandering around. He squinted his eyes, trying to see how many of the creatures were blocking their way. The detective arched his back and head forward to get a better look. But he could hear and see something that one of the voices noticed.

β€œYou notice the zombies who look like they have been rotting for two or so years. A gust of wind would be able to bring them down.” Perceptions said, but was interrupted by another voice.

β€œYou can use your prybar to bash these fuckers brains in.” Endurance said before Perception continued speaking.

β€œYes but there is quite a lot of them, so you will have to be careful or you'll be ripped apart.” Perception said, letting out a breath of frustration.

Harry thought he could try to avoid them as best he could. But there was a real possibility that he would need to fight these creatures. The very thought made Harry start sweating profusely. Luckily, they did not engage with the creatures and continued to Curien Mansion. As they came to the gate, Harry stood beside Band.

β€œYeah, it looks like it. I could try to pick the…” He stopped speaking as he noticed Band punching and opening the locked gate. β€œCool.” He muttered with a grin. He wished he had a huge robot arm just to punch doors open.

β€œYou can get a robot implant if you cut off your arm.” Pain Threshold said, but Logic spoke up.

β€œIf you do that, you won't be used to solving this case.” Logic said, wanting to make sure Harry didn’t do anything stupid.

Harry clapped his hands, impressed by Band’s feat of strength. He looked up beyond the gate, gulping loudly as his legs started to feel like jello. His Composure spoke up to try to keep him from running away. β€œYou must stand your ground; you have made it this far. Just keep going; you can do it.”

Harry took a deep breath and nodded, feeling his courage come back. He then walked along with the others into the courtyard. The whole place gave Harry the creeps. His eyes moved towards the group of undead shambling around the courtyard. Being surprised by Band rushing into the crowd of zombies. The thought of going into combat with the undead scared him considerably. He was afraid of being either infected or torn apart by the horde. But the idea of doing nothing was equally as perturbing.

When deciding to do something, Harry would jump into action. But before that, he removed his mesh shirt and jacket and put them into his plastic bag, taking out the prybar before setting it somewhere safe.

β€œRIP AND TEAR UNTIL IT IS DONE!!!” Endurance yelled out as Harry let out a loud, bellowing scream. As he ran into the group of the undead, he jumped off Band’s back and towards the horde. Slamming his prybar into the head of one of the zombies before turning towards the others.

Uppercutting the closest zombie unintentionally, its head popped off its neck. β€œDRAGON UPPERCUT!” He yelled out. This caused his Endurance to cheer Harry on. Encouraging him to keep beating the shit out of the undead. The words β€œMake them your bitch.” were the words his Endurance said to help keep Harry going.

β€œAre you okay Dog?” He said to Amaterasu if she had joined in on the fight. He would continue fighting once he had gotten a bark or woof that she was okay. Turning around, he noticed another shambling dead approaching him. Doing the splits and punching the nearby zombie in the balls. β€œTESTICULAR TRAUMA!” He yelled out. At first, he thought this attack would work, but it only confused the zombies. Harry noticed his pants now had a huge rip in the taint area. Harry quickly tried to get back up, kicking the zombie with a backflip. β€œSONIC KICK” He yelled out while he performed the kick. The kick sent the zombie into the air, and it landed a few feet away from Harry.

He turned his attention to the other zombies that were coming towards them. Harry ran towards them, kneeing a zombie in the chest. β€œLION KNEE!” Yelling out as the zombie stumbled backwards. Harry turned his attention to the other zombie. Grabbing the zombie, performing a string of German suplexes before finishing it with a piledriver. β€œDYNAMIC BOMB!” The piledriver caused the zombie’s head to explode, spraying Harry with a mixture of blood and brain.

Then turning towards the other person that had joined them. "Ah shit it's another one. KILL IT!" He blurted out loud. Although this undead seemed more friendly then the others. Perhaps they could be of assistance.
Posted. Sorry it took so long.
@mattmanganon

Taivas


Taivas walked into the tent; He looked quite annoyed by her calling him Han again. β€œHow many times do I have to tell you my name isn’t Han.” He enunciated every word, looking more annoyed by her every second.

Taivas’ eyes peer over towards Clayton, and his face grimaces. He feels the man is up to something but doesn’t know what yet. But he doesn’t like the look he is giving off to Dotty. β€œI’m not his brother…" Taivas says with a growl in his voice. He shook his hand briefly, but his handshake was very aggressive β€œTaivas.” He said, glancing at him. To Clayton it looked like Taivas was studying him. There was something about Clayton that annoyed Taivas greatly. β€œAnd no, she’s not my daughter; she's just a nuisance.” He said, glaring at Dotty.

β€œI could use a drink.” Taivas was glad to have something to relieve his headache, which Dotty had caused him. He took the glass and took a big swig, somewhat enjoying the burning liquor going down his throat. He made a face of disgust as he drank it. β€œYou're studying these monkeys? Are you some sort of biologist? You don’t look like it.” Taivas said, looking at the gun Clayton had.

A look of horror came over as Dotty was starting to sing. β€œAh shit…not again.” Taivas moved back, feeling like he was in some sort of hellscape. He tried to rush towards Dotty to clasp his hand over her mouth. But he was not quick enough as she started her song. Looking horrified as everyone was beginning to sing. Fighting the urge to stab himself with his keyblade.

As the song started to end, Kerchak ripped open the flaps of the tent. He looked pretty annoyed, mainly looking at Turk. Grabbing her by the arm to bring him to his side. He started beating his chest and letting out an ear-piercing roar. This seemed to be mostly directed at Tarzan.
@The Savant

Okay i'll start work on a post, and DM you if I have any questions.
@The Savant

Okay The Ratman is up. Do you wanna discuss via DMs where he could start in the story?



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