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Sorry. I forgot to mention Friday-Sunday aren't the most productive times for me. It's because I always work full shifts and its busy and writing is just harder. I'll still usually be able to get a post or two to you, but there's probably not going to be much more than that. :(
"Well" Jim said as he covered the top of his head with his hands because he liked his head and didn't want anything to go through it. Not that his hands would do much to stop that from happening. He was well aware of the fact, but did it anyways because he had to do something. "Now' the time we see if there's anything special about us, or if these tats are just a couple of elaborate pranks we completely misread." As if in response Rae's arm glowed and a black dome of shadow surrounded them. "Oh. Well that answers that."

He sat up and glared at his arm. "Alrighty buddy. It's time for you to do something. What can you do?" He stare intensified until his eyes started hurting and the one on the right began to twitch. A light flickered through the yellow lines. He continued and it didn't take long before swirling lightning moved up and down his arm. "Nice! Hey." He turned to his new friend and showed her his arm. "I can do it! Uh. Now what do I do?"
Jim kept up with the woman. Someone screamed ahead of them. So he started moving faster. If there were survivors the sooner they got there the more likely they could keep it that way. Of course this was assuming they could do anything at all, but if not then they would just end up like the rest. That would suck, but on the bright side they wouldn't have to continue life with the burden of failing on their backs. He decided not to focus on that particular bright side as it was a bit depressive.

"Cookies huh? Damn it! I'm starving. Ugh. Now, I can't die. It's a rule right!? One can't be taken out of this world without a last meal? I read that somewhere. Though, technically yesterday's dinner would count as my last meal I no on account of that being more than eight hours ago!" He walked for a moment in silence, trying to think of anything strange, but nothing was coming to mine. Well, nothing out of his unusual, that is. "Uh. Well, yesterday there was a big tortoise in my room. I woke up and looked down and he was just staring up at me. Damn thing was bigger than some dogs. He was about ten pounds."

Jim walked a few more feet before flashes of black light streaked over his head and left purple scorched marks in the building on his side. "Duck!" And he did.
Sorry that was bad. Having a bad case of writer's block t.t
"You know" Almond said, scratching his chin and narrowing his eyes for a better look. "Those things can really move. I mean, they were way on the other side of town when they got out and now, now most of those residential buildings are starting to look really families." He pointed at a red building he passed by every day on his way to work. "I know that one!" He almost jumped out of his seat, but the knowledge of the coffee and hot tea that would fly into his face gave him a pause. "I know that one." He whispered as loudly as he could but the other people in the room didn't turn to him. They kept watching the television. At least the staff didn't. He checked the other woman but she wasn't there. He blinked twice before he looked around for her.

"Hey!" He called as he saw her just before she left the room. "Hey! Wait up! I don't know if that's a good idea." He hurried after her and called out for her to stop running because the soldiers were coming towards them, and were raising what passed for their weapons as they did. "Get down!" Almond yelled! Unsure of what else to do he jumped towards the woman, hoping to get a hold of her and pull her down before those weapons started spitting fire, or molten rocks, or whatever the hell the obsidian men used as projectiles. .
As skittles we attracted the giant sweet tooth babies from the planet omicrun-perceye 8!
"Oh." Jim arched an eyebrow and wondered if he was going crazy. It definitely seemed like a situation one going crazy would find himself in. It was hard to decide if he should hope that was the case or not. Whatever the case was there was still a mission for them, right? Right!? "Then maybe I'm just imagining things. That seems likely." He paused to look at the alley one last time before nodding his head back the way they were going. "Well come, we're almost there. Just a few more blocks."

He started walking again, thinking as he did so. "Hey, so if there really is something that we're supposed to do together, why do you think it ended up being us? I mean, has there been anything odd that happened to you like a strange old blind woman kicking in the hospital door to point an accusing finger at you, declaring you'd be a savior or the world. Ooh! Or some strange, thought to be extinct animals gathered around you once when you were playing outside alone and everyone of them bowed to you?"

Back in the alley shadows slithered out of the darkness.
Almond sighed again. There didn't seem to be anything happening. Something should've been happening. This was the beginning or the end, and all any of the news stations were doing was talking to crack pot religious fanatics or the same military officers over and over again about how much danger they were in, what could be done to make things better, and so on and so on about all the things they needed to pay for that would keep the country, no the world, safe. It was obviously a grab for more funding, but Almond didn't say anything about it. Why bother? Nobody was going to listen to him, and if he did, all he'd get for a reply was a shaking head and a lecture about how he should be more positive. Why? He was positive! There wasn't any doubt at all the military guy wanted money. How was that for being positive?

Something tickled the back of his mind and then he realized there was someone else in the room. He didn't bother trying to hide his curiosity. After all it wasn't anything weird to wonder about who you were alone in a building with, staff excluded. She looked a little familiar, but that was probably just due to the fact everyone came to the same place. Before he could open his mouth one of the waitresses stopped by and put down a cup down the table in front of him. "Here you go." She said without any mindfulness of her duty and then hurried off before he could let her know he hadn't ordered anything else. He watched the woman get back into her group and then shrugged. He turned his attention back to the coffee for a few seconds before deciding it probably wasn't poisoned and taking a quick sip. "Yum."

A few second went by like school children learning to do cartwheels, oddly bumpy before he turned back to the young woman. "What do you think?" He said to her from his table. He would've added more, but he wasn't sure if he was curious if she thought the military wanted more funds or if the world was going to end.

"Oh my god!" It was one of the women from the group. Her face had gone white and so had the others. "They all pointed at the television." It was odd since nobody else was paying any attention to anything else. On the screen there had been the rip, the military forces(infantry, and then tanks with artillery a little further back), but now, right outside the possible wormhole black soldiers were pouring out. At least that's what they looked like from a distance, but several close ups revealed the soldiers weren't people at all. They looked were in the shape of the soldiers, with their helmets and guns slung on their backs, but they appeared to be made of some kind of stone that was much blacker than even Obsidian.

So can I get started on this one, or would you rather we had our characters for the Naruto rp up first?
Something was happening. Deucalion looked around and flexed his fingers. It took awhile for the large man to realize what it was. The temperature was dropping. Normally that wouldn't be cause for worry. Changes in the amount of ambient heat floating around happened all the time. Sometimes in seconds due to clouds or other natural events, but this was way too cold, way too damn fast to be anything less than something completely other worldly. He looked down at the rest of the group, fist balled and waited to see how'd everyone would react. They didn't do too badly, but he would've preferred working with individuals that reacted first and left the questions and comments till well after whatever immediate danger was going on was past.

With a huff he stepped into the ship and took a seat.

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