Malikoy

The Walking Dead: The ties that bind.

Mark ran into the alleyway, avoiding the debris and dead bodies, avoiding to trip over, but it was too damn dark. He was still thirsty, his throat in utter drought. Rachel paced behind him, the horde approached slowly, but it wasn't their speed that was Mark's greatest concern- it was their number. The walkers kept groaning and dragging their broken feet, their rotting hands, and what is left of their decapitated limbs on the dark concrete. It was dark, Mark was struggling to catch breath, thirsty.

Mark wasn't a big believer in signs, or in miracles. He was a good and kind person before the apocalypse, the kind that'd give his neighbor and expect nothing. He do so out of his own drive for righteousness and goodwill, never in the name of religion- or God. But once the nearby restaurant's neon lights fired up like a Christmas tree amidst the barren dark alley, Mark took it as a good enough of a miracle. The illumination was followed soon by human noises, and a young voice tearing through the bleak night,

"You two! Come help us!"

Mark took a quick look backwards, the horde was closing in, they were slow, but eventually they would be where he stood. Rachel was there, looking at him, he looked back at her. "We stick together now." He comforted her, he comforted himself. He grabbed her hand, "let's go." He approached the broken window of the restaurant, the neon light briefly blinding his sight, he could make two silhouettes, one was close by. The horde still marching towards them.

Mark gestured Rachel to climb the window, he assisted her, carrying her and hiving her support as she climbed over. He followed soon after.

Hogwarts: Legacy of Lord Voldemort

Numerica said
I was thinking an Arithmancy teacher, an alumnus of Slytherin house who graduated in Harry's second or third year and was apprenticed to an American arithmancy Master, and stayed in America to avoid becoming entangled in the war by her former house mates.It would be cool if the staff person for Head of Slytherin House was open, but I will not lose my interest or character idea if it is not, or you simply want that to be an NPC.My other idea is for a muggleborn, extremely studious, Hufflepuff..Sorry it took me so long to reply, I forgot to subscribe to the thread, and thus did not notice you'd replied...

That sounds interesting, and of course you are more than welcome to take the position for Head of house Slytherin. It would be intriguing to see a different branch of magic on the spotlight, might have reconsidered if you settled for dark arts. You are good to go, the OOC should be up in the next 18 hours.

The Walking Dead: The ties that bind.

It's only Mark and Rachel outside now, and thanks to Jason we are no longer. Gonna write up my post in an hour or something.

*DUN DUN DUuuun*

Okami

Grifhan was slowly walking around the forest, looking for another of his kind, a female.
Suddenly the sight of a Wolf and a Cat caught his attention, he approached the wolf.

"Safe? What makes you think you are safe here?"

Okami

Haha Kinda :>
Awesome! ehh Grifhan, I'm a lion. *Rawr*

Star Wars - Shadow of Rebellion

Chev said
Hey Malikoy, the escape pod already hit the ground and Zirex is already out blasting Imperials. I just thought I'd let you know just in case you didn't see my post.

Don't worry mate, I read Zirex's parts, they were my favorite so far actually. With the humor and all.
I only wrote that because what happened with Eric happened a few moments before Zirex's pod crashed down, I am kinda catching up, so that post took place a little while in the past.

Okami

Hai :3

Name: Grifhan
Animal: Lion
Gender: Male
Fur/feather/scale and eye color: Black fur, shiny but faded green eyes.
Hissatsu: Can release dark 'mists' - Darkness.
Personality: Keeps to himself, but quite gentle and easygoing.
Background: Grifhan was wandering the lands to look for the Kimieka he is destined for, a female Lion of the dark.

Star Wars - Shadow of Rebellion

Eric was in the second Maw team that was supposed to land nearby the mines, handle the fuss of freeing up the slaves and avoiding expected death. The first LAAT of the Maw team made it just barely outside the city, unharmed by the shitstorm in the sky. The lasers that went up and blasted most of the rebels' LAAT's and fighters were shut off for a mere moments before it came back blasting the skies of Belona. Eric's second Maw team wasn't as lucky though, it was blasted into pieces by one of the turbolaser turrets. The LAAT came crushing down on trees just close to the city, most of the rebel fighters were brutally injured, unable to move. Eric was shot away in the blast and fell on a car just a couple steps away from his team. He landed on his back, breaking his rifle and injuring his neck badly. He was groggy and barely could latch a grip onto consciousness, he fainted for a few moments before he was awaken by the thundering explosions of the rebel Y-Wings and Imperial TIE's, the sky was a painting for smoke and fire.

Eric managed to get up, he tried to slowly move his neck but screamed when he made a half turn, he could only face forward. He also felt a wet wound in his back, the rifle had broken into pieces of shrapnel and one of them pierced his lats. He took off what was left of his rifle and threw it away, angry and wounded. He walked over to his team's LAAT and found a couple dead, a couple dying, and one resting against what used to be a wing.
"Shitty LAAT's, this is embarrassing." Eric said, he joked but had a grim and rigid tone.
"Danny And Maven are dead, the rest are barely hanging unto life, I'm good enough to carry a rifle and cover them till a support unit or something arrives," said the young rebel resting against the wing, his voice breaking. Afraid.
"Look around you kid, it is fucked up, there is no support unit. Gimme that rifle, and take my pistol. Guard the boys, and try the commlink." Eric said.
"No it's okay, I will look around for something, here take it." The young rebel handed his rifle to Eric, and got up to check on the other dying rebels.

Just as Eric was about to turn his body around and walk into the nearby building, he was struck hard by the butt of a gun, his neck burned like the skies of Belona. He screamed loud, as his neck muscle clenched him down, nerve-endings torturing him. He looked up as he tried to stand, there was a storm trooper standing before him, broken armor and blood gushing out of the holes. The trooper slowly aimed at Eric's head, muttering, "You rebel scum."
Eric made a quick grab for the gun, the storm trooper strayed his aim, shooting his own foot. Eric got up, neck hurting him badly, and lunged at the trooper with full momentum- and prejudice. Eric repeatedly battered the trooper's helmet until it broke in and bathed in scarlet blood. Eric stood back, holding his neck, bracing it with one hand. He took out the rifle, trooper still breathing, and shot his chest. He looked back, he apparently missed the sound of his team getting shot when he was knocked down, and screaming for the pain in his neck. They were dead, all of them.

"You Imperial scum." He uttered. An escape pod came crashing down from the sky, landed a couple blocks away.

Star Wars - Shadow of Rebellion

The battle is more intense than I expected it to be, this is mad! I wanted to post when I was done traveling around, but I managed to find time, writing up a post now.

The Walking Dead: The ties that bind.

Not the best way to meet each other, but so far all the initial encounters were peaceful, so a chaotic encounter would be a good deviation I guess.