Nonsense, Voltus! Show us what you got! :D
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All right. Bio. Let's do this.
Started RPing when I was about 12. Since then, I've become exceptionally more literate. I like me some SciFi, some spooky horror, and any sort of Dystopian setting.
In the real world, I'm a moderately interesting person. I'm majoring in Microbiology and minoring in philosophy. I sew corsets, knit warm fuzzy things, and never have enough money to travel to the places I want to see.
Started RPing when I was about 12. Since then, I've become exceptionally more literate. I like me some SciFi, some spooky horror, and any sort of Dystopian setting.
In the real world, I'm a moderately interesting person. I'm majoring in Microbiology and minoring in philosophy. I sew corsets, knit warm fuzzy things, and never have enough money to travel to the places I want to see.
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Nonsense, Voltus! Show us what you got! :D
Minor continuity error, methinks.
Let's say that this went down:
Morgan entered the store.
Infected chased her.
Infected got distracted by someone yelling down the street. Yay food!
Casey smashed through the boards to enter.
Ian targeted the infected as it moved down the street, rather than right outside the convenience store.
Does that work?
Let's say that this went down:
Morgan entered the store.
Infected chased her.
Infected got distracted by someone yelling down the street. Yay food!
Casey smashed through the boards to enter.
Ian targeted the infected as it moved down the street, rather than right outside the convenience store.
Does that work?
He mentioned in his post that he was attacking infected that had previously been trying to break into the store. So as far as I can tell, that seems to be the case, IInflex.
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10 yrs ago
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Written violence does not phase me. I'm fine with all manner of unpleasantness. XD
Real life stuff indeed, combined with taking on way too many RPs at the moment.
I should have something up tomorrow. :)
I should have something up tomorrow. :)
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Moon revelled in the time she was allowed into the main area. The cell where she spent most of her day was mildly claustrophobic. There was no room to explore in the confined space. It had taken her only hours to cast a sonic gaze around the space, memorizing every crack, every crevasse, in the wall. And, worst of all, the damn room echoed. When she was allowed to leave her cell, half of the time it was only to enter the arena. Given the choice, it was truly a toss-up as to which one she despised more. At least fighting was a challenge. It was stimulating, even if it was terrifying. In the cell, there was nothing to do but sweep a sonic gaze endlessly over the same surfaces.
So the few hours each day when everyone was let out, it was a treat. Moon savoured the time. She kept a low profile, moving easily through the crowds. She didn’t cause trouble, and she didn’t let people know she was there. The Dragon girl was a ghost. She could see no one, not with her vestigial eyes, and it was as though no one could see her either. Moon wandered, letting each of the life forms register in her mind. She could tell the difference instantly between a human and an Ebolorian. Between all the various forms of humanoids. She recognized a person’s life presence as easily as, perhaps even with more ease than, the sighted could recognize a face.
So when a new arrival of fighters arrived, Moon often picked them out well before any of the other fighters. Such was the gift of the Dragons. And the Rhevarian girl…she stuck out like a flame in the blackness of night.
Moon watched from a distance. Her eyes stared sightlessly off into the distance, but her mind was focused on the form of the alien girl, escorted by the Ebolorian guards. She watched from a distance as the entire events unfolded. The Rhevarian made an attempt to aid another, a young Arian who’s life Moon could feel weakening with each blow from the guards. But it came as total shock to her when the Arian girl disappeared.
She blinked in shock. To a Dragon, death registers in an entirely different manner than for other races. One instant, the girl was there. The next, the glow that was her life had vanished. Snuffed out as a gunshot blasted through the entire area. It was as though a part of Moon’s own awareness had vanished. She was there…and then she was gone. Dead. No more life force registering in Moon’s mind. It took her several moments to get over the shock of sensing a death. Other prisoners in the crowded space bumped into her. For a brief while, she was jostled in the crowd she normally would have woven her way through with ease.
Finally, Moon shook herself. Where was the Rhevarian now? That bright and distinctive life force radiated from elsewhere. By the post in the centre of the entire space. Moon took off, darting her way through the crowd. The Dragon was nimble, and once again flowed through the crowd like water over smooth stone. A low hum emitted from her throat bounced back to her, painting a sonic image in her mind. The Rhevarian was tied to the post, an Ebolorian guard poised over her with an electrified whip.
She debated intensely. Intervene, and risk her own skin…or stand by and do nothing. But that hadn’t stopped the Rhevarian from trying to help the Arian girl. The second the first crack of the whip pierced her ears, Moon’s mind was made up.
A quick sonic sweep of the ground revealed just what she wanted. A hefty chunk of stone lay near her feet. She grabbed it, scanned the ground again, and selected another. Moon grinned broadly, taking up a position as near to the post as she could without being obvious. The Dragon belted out a polyphonic note. The pitch carried for several seconds, gradually attracting more and more attention. Finally, the sound waves bouncing back to her painted the picture she wanted to see. The Ebolorian guard had turned his head to find the source of the obnoxious noise. And when he did, Moon let the first of her rocks fly. For a blind girl, her aim was exquisite. The stone chunk hit the giant guard square in the jaw, and she heard a satisfying crack. She belted a second note, this one higher, and lobbed the second rock.
She took off at a sprint without waiting to determine if it made contact or not. If the guard gave chase, she would have the upper hand. Her ability to sense everyone in the crowd, instantaneously, let her weave her way in between people without a second thought. There was no getting lost. There was no chance of running into a person. If he gave chase, Moon would double back and free the Rhevarian girl from the whipping post. She let out a few more polyphonic notes as she ran, teasing the guard, daring him to pursue.
She would handle the consequences later. For now, Moon only knew that she needed to help, in whatever small way she could. She prayed her hasty plan would work.
So the few hours each day when everyone was let out, it was a treat. Moon savoured the time. She kept a low profile, moving easily through the crowds. She didn’t cause trouble, and she didn’t let people know she was there. The Dragon girl was a ghost. She could see no one, not with her vestigial eyes, and it was as though no one could see her either. Moon wandered, letting each of the life forms register in her mind. She could tell the difference instantly between a human and an Ebolorian. Between all the various forms of humanoids. She recognized a person’s life presence as easily as, perhaps even with more ease than, the sighted could recognize a face.
So when a new arrival of fighters arrived, Moon often picked them out well before any of the other fighters. Such was the gift of the Dragons. And the Rhevarian girl…she stuck out like a flame in the blackness of night.
Moon watched from a distance. Her eyes stared sightlessly off into the distance, but her mind was focused on the form of the alien girl, escorted by the Ebolorian guards. She watched from a distance as the entire events unfolded. The Rhevarian made an attempt to aid another, a young Arian who’s life Moon could feel weakening with each blow from the guards. But it came as total shock to her when the Arian girl disappeared.
She blinked in shock. To a Dragon, death registers in an entirely different manner than for other races. One instant, the girl was there. The next, the glow that was her life had vanished. Snuffed out as a gunshot blasted through the entire area. It was as though a part of Moon’s own awareness had vanished. She was there…and then she was gone. Dead. No more life force registering in Moon’s mind. It took her several moments to get over the shock of sensing a death. Other prisoners in the crowded space bumped into her. For a brief while, she was jostled in the crowd she normally would have woven her way through with ease.
Finally, Moon shook herself. Where was the Rhevarian now? That bright and distinctive life force radiated from elsewhere. By the post in the centre of the entire space. Moon took off, darting her way through the crowd. The Dragon was nimble, and once again flowed through the crowd like water over smooth stone. A low hum emitted from her throat bounced back to her, painting a sonic image in her mind. The Rhevarian was tied to the post, an Ebolorian guard poised over her with an electrified whip.
She debated intensely. Intervene, and risk her own skin…or stand by and do nothing. But that hadn’t stopped the Rhevarian from trying to help the Arian girl. The second the first crack of the whip pierced her ears, Moon’s mind was made up.
A quick sonic sweep of the ground revealed just what she wanted. A hefty chunk of stone lay near her feet. She grabbed it, scanned the ground again, and selected another. Moon grinned broadly, taking up a position as near to the post as she could without being obvious. The Dragon belted out a polyphonic note. The pitch carried for several seconds, gradually attracting more and more attention. Finally, the sound waves bouncing back to her painted the picture she wanted to see. The Ebolorian guard had turned his head to find the source of the obnoxious noise. And when he did, Moon let the first of her rocks fly. For a blind girl, her aim was exquisite. The stone chunk hit the giant guard square in the jaw, and she heard a satisfying crack. She belted a second note, this one higher, and lobbed the second rock.
She took off at a sprint without waiting to determine if it made contact or not. If the guard gave chase, she would have the upper hand. Her ability to sense everyone in the crowd, instantaneously, let her weave her way in between people without a second thought. There was no getting lost. There was no chance of running into a person. If he gave chase, Moon would double back and free the Rhevarian girl from the whipping post. She let out a few more polyphonic notes as she ran, teasing the guard, daring him to pursue.
She would handle the consequences later. For now, Moon only knew that she needed to help, in whatever small way she could. She prayed her hasty plan would work.
No sooner had Morgan managed to knock over the shelves than another sound echoed through the empty convenience store. She nearly jumped out of her skin at the sound of wood snapping. Turning, she could see that someone was breaking in, smashing through the boards that held the store's windows shut. Oh god, it got in. Thinking it to be one of the infected, she scrambled away.
She quickly hid herself, crouching down behind the nearest shelf that she hadn't managed to knock over. She was silent, too scared to even breathe. The seconds seemed to tick by painfully slowly. Any moment now, whoever had broken in was going to charge. She had seen people killed by the infected before. It was not pleasant. That's what's going to happen to me, Morgan thought, and tears of fear stung her eyes.
But instead, a voice called out softly. A man's voice. "Hello? I know you're in here."
Her held breath left her lungs in a gasp of surprise. If possible, she crouched even lower behind the shelf. There was a person in here. A living person. Not an infected, but not much better. She knew that she had to stand up, approach him, ask for his help to reach Memorial Park...but she couldn't do it. She clenched her hands tightly, trying to find the courage to bring herself to stand. What if he's dangerous? she questioned herself. What if he thinks you have something valuable. Food. What if he attacks you for it? What if he doesn't need any allies?
Before she could ask herself any more 'what if's, another voice sounded, female this time. "Both of you shut up. Move toward the back of the store, quiet and quick. Do it now, and make no sound. Say nothing until you are here."
Maybe it was the fact that it was spoken as a direct order. Maybe it was because Morgan was now more scared of what would happen to her if she didn't follow these directions. But this time, she moved. Her hands shaking violently, Morgan stood and moved towards the source of the female voice, and away from the male one. She reached the back of the store quickly, and saw the girl who had spoken. The split second of eye contact that Morgan made allowed her to register long, dark hair, and Asian features. The young woman waved her forward, gesturing to the back room. Immediately, Morgan's gaze flitted down to the ground. Again, she seemed to freeze for a moment. Thank god she'd been ordered to keep quiet. It took away any pressure she might have felt to force herself to speak.
She forced herself to move once more, following Lian's directions and moving through to the back room. Once inside, she turned and found an empty space along the wall. Morgan backed up against it, crossed her arms tightly over her chest, and stared at a single point on the ground. Slowly, she inhaled, and then exhaled, calming her frayed nerves.
She quickly hid herself, crouching down behind the nearest shelf that she hadn't managed to knock over. She was silent, too scared to even breathe. The seconds seemed to tick by painfully slowly. Any moment now, whoever had broken in was going to charge. She had seen people killed by the infected before. It was not pleasant. That's what's going to happen to me, Morgan thought, and tears of fear stung her eyes.
But instead, a voice called out softly. A man's voice. "Hello? I know you're in here."
Her held breath left her lungs in a gasp of surprise. If possible, she crouched even lower behind the shelf. There was a person in here. A living person. Not an infected, but not much better. She knew that she had to stand up, approach him, ask for his help to reach Memorial Park...but she couldn't do it. She clenched her hands tightly, trying to find the courage to bring herself to stand. What if he's dangerous? she questioned herself. What if he thinks you have something valuable. Food. What if he attacks you for it? What if he doesn't need any allies?
Before she could ask herself any more 'what if's, another voice sounded, female this time. "Both of you shut up. Move toward the back of the store, quiet and quick. Do it now, and make no sound. Say nothing until you are here."
Maybe it was the fact that it was spoken as a direct order. Maybe it was because Morgan was now more scared of what would happen to her if she didn't follow these directions. But this time, she moved. Her hands shaking violently, Morgan stood and moved towards the source of the female voice, and away from the male one. She reached the back of the store quickly, and saw the girl who had spoken. The split second of eye contact that Morgan made allowed her to register long, dark hair, and Asian features. The young woman waved her forward, gesturing to the back room. Immediately, Morgan's gaze flitted down to the ground. Again, she seemed to freeze for a moment. Thank god she'd been ordered to keep quiet. It took away any pressure she might have felt to force herself to speak.
She forced herself to move once more, following Lian's directions and moving through to the back room. Once inside, she turned and found an empty space along the wall. Morgan backed up against it, crossed her arms tightly over her chest, and stared at a single point on the ground. Slowly, she inhaled, and then exhaled, calming her frayed nerves.
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10 yrs ago
Forum: Casual Roleplay
Oooooh so excite! I really do want to see this take off.
Looks good to me. I'll let Cheznor reply before I get another post up. But hopefully that happens, because I'm on a bus for the next six hours, and typing up a post would be a welcome distraction. XD
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