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Resident Evil Outbreak: File #3

It's September 24th, 1998.

The Midwestern City of Raccoon City finds itself on the verge of a crisis, though most don’t know it.

For the last decade, the leadership of Mayor Michael Warren has led to an era of prosperity of the city. Roads that were long since in need of reconstruction finally had the funds to be cleaned up and repaired, old rotting buildings were entirely renovated, and funding for the out-of-date Police Department found itself enough money to finally modernize to the standards of the looming 21st Century. The majority of such renovations is the result of Warren’s privatization of the city’s infrastructure, though it is through that partnership that the Umbrella Corporation has taken control of the city beyond simple investments and public works. Much of this has kept itself out of the public consciousness, though some reporters have begun trying to unravelling certain layers. But it’s too late.

Umbrella’s experimentation in secret underground facilities had leaked into Raccoon City as evident by contamination. The United States Government, in league with Umbrella’s experiments, reports “strange radioactivity” and begins investigating. Contaimation-related events are discounted as “riots” and most denizens of the city continue with their daily schedules.

This is the last day they will be able to do so. The situation is untenable and has reached critical mass.

You are not Chris Redfield or Jill Valentine, you are not military. You are just a normal citizen of the city who is about to be molded by the chaos of what will become known as the Raccoon City Incident. Good luck.

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Pretty self-explanatory, but this is a Resident Evil RP set during the Raccoon City Destruction Incident, which means we will go through around 7-8 days (IC-wise, obviously) as a group attempts to survive and escape the chaos of the situation.

Characters will be starting out at a semi-upscale restaurant in Raccoon City's downtown before everything goes to hell.

Any questions should be remarked here as I fill out a IC once we have enough people interested.

Pariah Online: A Voyage into the Intangible Aether

Location: City Sewers, The City-State of Thorinn, Aetheria

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Rat was dead. Alja was talking to the survivors.

The rest were getting their bearings as Kalie made sure the rat couldn’t pull a Frankenstein.

Alja’s remark about being close to the nest made sense. Each dire rat was growing stronger-and-stronger as they found them. But as they grew in strength so did this feeling in the air. The Japanese girl had assumed that was the sewer being a sewer, but it felt something beyond the smell of things. Rael tightened her grip on her staff as a response before looking over at the group. In the time before the glitch a three-man with an experienced healer would’ve been more than enough for a “kill the rats in the sewer” quest, but things were different now. Rael hadn’t ventured beyond Thorinn since they returned from the dungeon, but she doubted the normal fauna of the southern wilderness were quite so dangerous, especially to wayfarers with the kind of weapons they had.

A faint sound filled the tunnels, drawing Rael’s attention toward the dark part of the main passageway, parallel to the group.

The sound… running water?

Rael looked back to the group—their backs weren’t against a wall, their backs were against a pit going further down into the depths of the sewers. Before she could say anything she turned back to the opposite direction and saw it. A wall of water. A wall of water that was going to sweep them away and there was no way any of them were fast enough to dodge it. Not even Rael or Kalie. Even if Alja threw up a wall of ice it would not hold for more than a few seconds and there were no escape tunnels to force themselves into.

The water would flush them down the pit and underneath the sewer lake several stories below.

Pariah Online: A Voyage into the Intangible Aether

Location: City Sewers, The City-State of Thorinn, Aetheria

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The snow white hair of the girl who stood in front the assortment of inexperienced adventurers felt a sense of relief. Before the arrival of another group of wayfarers she had certainly thought this might be the end.

She counted them: one-two-three-four.

More than enough to take down a dire rat of this size. She smiled widely, removing from her face any fear she had as she slammed the brunt of her staff onto the sewer floors as a bright light began to surround her weapon. As the mace-wielding woman called out to one of her charges she herself would focus on the rat’s newest target. Before Graves could deal with the pain from the rat’s teeth digging into his shoulder a boost of adrenaline and healing light surrounded his body, illuminating the sewer for a few seconds before dimming back out. As the magic surrounded the man a magical force resonated in a loud 'thwoom' as the rat itself was knocked with incredible force into the wall furthest from the group in the widely-spaced corridor.

A girl with red hair spun her spear around with her brows narrowed. No words were shared as the rat tumbled back to its feet and turned and snarled at the lot of the group.

“Let us, you know, focus on the rat.” She responded to the woman before Yasmin could reply in kind before directing orders to the group behind her. “Is your arm feeling better, un mec?”

The fighter who had been injured when the rat nearly tore his arm off looked to the newcomers and then her, though he seemed more annoyed he was unarmed and that his sword was a few paces away. “Yeah, I’m fine.”

Yasmin nodded, in agreeance. “You show up at the strangest times.” She directed at Alja.

The final member of the trio remained quiet, though she looked a bit battered. She imagined the group did not expect that the monsters in the sewers would be so strong, and in their defense neither did she. Dire rats had been decidedly weaker before the glitch, but she supposed everyone was on equal footing now; including the monsters. Had this been a more dangerous area she wasn’t sure she would’ve been able to save Lando’s arm or saved Farrah at all and she unlike these three had been playing the game a lot longer. Still, she wondered if she should've advised them not to take this job. But then again, if she did not volunteer to go with the three they would probably be all dead.

She took a light breath as the fight continued.

Heiseina: Memories Long Forgotten (CLOSED)

I joined but I can only see one channel apart from intros and rules!

It’s called Lethe I think it’s for another RP

@JessieTargaryen

That's just a premeasure so I can maintain the flow of my server. You should be given the member role now.

[RTD] Vayrgroedt: The Tratiené Settlement Project

@BangoSkank@TGM

@Vatonage

My post should be up tonight/tomorrow.

Heiseina: Memories Long Forgotten (CLOSED)

And here's an invite link to the Discord, if you aren't in there already!

@Cybermaxx

It's technically a sub-channel. But yes.

Heiseina: Memories Long Forgotten (CLOSED)

Fujiwara Chiasa

_______________________________________________ // INFO P E R S O N A L D E T A I L S Full Name - Fujiwara Chiasa Age - 19 Gender - Female Occupation - Apprentice Tinkerer // PERSONALITY P E R S O N A L I T Y Cold Chiasa is geared toward the harshness that she was raised with and as such has been taught that the best way to react to things is with a cold harshness and icy disposition. She can be seen as relatively standoffish due to this, though at the very least one can expect a degree of honesty rather than the usual degree of political niceties someone born from the major families tends to exhibit. Patient The Fujiwara Family is conservative with a strict sense of family values and it took a long time for Chiasa to figure out how best to defy said expectations. After all, anything to do with the outside world was forbidden. The road to becoming a tinkerer was difficult due to this and it shows in her interactions. Explosive personalities and harsh words do not prick away at Chiasa’s armor nor does anything that she could find unpredictable. Sarcastic While Chiasa is certainly patient and sometimes approachable, it is not out of character to say harsh, well-calculated words meant to dig at another person’s expense when she is irked. In her philosophy it is best to react calmly and utter your annoyance in a productive way and control the situation. // SKILLSET S K I L L S E T Scavenger Chiasa is one of the few allowed to scavenge in the old world ruins that dot the outskirts of the valley, though she has never seen greater marvels than what the Master Tinkerer has. There are many dangers in such places and you need to keep your ears open, your feet soft, and wits about you. Sign Novice Chiasa’s elders made sure that the newly appointed signkeeper taught her for a few years, as it was important for those of noble blood know how to consort with the elements. As Chiasa got older her aptitude moved to machines over signs, though she continued to study signs that would help her in her craft. She is no adept or master of signs, but she’s likely more attuned than some others. Tinkerer The old machines linger the old ruins of the world and Chiasa has come to be studious in knowing them and knowing how to make new machines out of them. She has personally aided Anayo in her endeavors and has come to become skilled in her own way of understanding what things are and how to utilize them.

Physical Description The Fujiwara Family is one of the more important families in the great valley. While not being descended from the Takamori directly, there is a certain pride in Chiasa’s appearance despite foregoing honorable distinctions and choosing the life of a tinkerer. Chiasa’s hair is as dark as midnight and her eyes do not stray far behind, becoming like amethysts that have long since lost their luster. Her hair is well combed, though held together with metal bindings to keep it in a ponytail at pretty much all times. What could be said most of all is Chiasa’s expression, or well, lack of a smile. She walks heavy and she comes with a heavy sense of entitlement. She’s about average in height as well, though with how she carries herself it is hard to remember. Her fists curl at the first sign of irritation and her brows narrow with even the most minor of irritations. When she isn’t upset she still looks prickly as a thorn. Essentially, a normal Fujiwara. Character Conceptualization Chiasa’s grandfather, Fujiwara Ichiro, often tells an old story. It is a story that Chiasa has heard told throughout her whole life. The Takamori betrayed the Fujiwara and nobody cared. Had it not been for the pacifistic policies passed they would certainly have met the end of a blade. But was the story that Chiasa’s grandfather told the truth or some kind of bitter story told through the generations to breed resentment and stoke the fires of rebellion? Fortunately Chiasa has never cared for traditions. She spit on the face of her family with marriage arrangement after marriage arrangement and even before that sought to learn about the old world in lieu of anything her family wished for. This was clear since the very first day she asked about the outside world and the weird gadgetry that the tinkerer of the village would haul in to work on some new project. The strange music the tinkerer would play at festivals inspired her even further, though for some reason her family tried to curb her interests in such things. “It’s unladylike” they’d insist before going into expectations of family and tradition. The Fujiwara directed trade, crafted sake and umeshu; they did not mess with the old world. Chiasa was not her mother or sisters. She liked the old world. She wanted to know about places beyond the valley. She would do anything she could to know more things. When she was a young girl she asserted herself and demanded the tinkerer make her an apprentice. After much persistence and her own family’s interference complicating things she never thought she’d actually get the chance to learn about machines of the past nor how to make things from them. Her family eternally disappointed, Tinkerer Anayao took in the girl. She’s still not satisfied all these years later… but that’s just how Chiasa is. Other Information TBD

Pariah Online: A Voyage into the Intangible Aether

Location: The City-State of Thorinn, Aetheria

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The royal messenger had no intentions of taking anything from Kazuki and bid him farewell, aptly suggesting that they get their funds together for the imminent taxation.

As Kazuki figured out what was best to do, on the other side of the city Sif and Benkei had finally arrived at the local blacksmith after a long walk through the town square. The brown-haired girl had been unsure about the dungeon venture since the conversation was tabled and Siegfried knew she had been second-guessing herself. The older of the two siblings had uncharacteristically not been present when Benkei asked Sif if she wanted to join him on his walk into the market districts of Thorinn, deciding himself to wander the streets by himself.

The conversation between Benkei and Sif was fairly normal for the two of them, though the ever-changing world seemed to be a topic of constant concern.

When they arrived at the market blacksmith they were greeted by a man with raven hair and a wide smile.

Sif knew him quite well. She remembered tiny details a lot, especially regarding people and NPCs her brother commonly engaged with. Her brother took pride in his profession and Iedic, the blacksmith in question, was someone she had seen often. She gave an immediate wave and greeted him by his name.

The brown-haired girl knew while Iedic was a general blacksmith, but he often worked in conjunction with other denizens. If he couldn’t fix a sword he’d refer someone to a weaponsmith and if he couldn’t fix a few patches of armor he’d send someone to an armorsmith or master leatherworker. She doubted Benkei's armor was in so poor shape that they would need a specialist. But she supposed she would have to see how much it would cost them and if Benkei needed anything else from the blacksmith in question. However, she did wonder if Iedic had seen her brother. She still hadn’t seen him since breakfast and he hadn’t gone with Rael to the sewers with Kallie so she had a degree of worry given the effects of the glitch and his talent for getting into trouble.

“My friend here needs something from you, Ieddy.” She had uttered before looking over to Benkei whom likely wanted to get started with the business about fixing his armor.
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Location: City Streets, The City-State of Thorinn, Aetheria

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The Fraternity’s Hall of Drox had been the second guild opened after the defeat of the accursed Striga Queen thousands of years ago.

It was adorned with beds of flowers and paintings of serene gardens. It was the third largest building in all of Thorinn, only bested by the Royal Castle in the center of the city and the Grand Cathedral which overlooked the market square. Alex and Seele had seen it many times before. Thorinn was the home of all wayfarers who followed Drox and it was in the fraternity hall where they had been introduced to the world at large. The trip from the Laughing Worg to the hall itself had taken a good amount of time, though they were fortunate to not run into any unseemly distractions.

Well, outside of Alex not knowing how to navigate the city.

It wasn’t an uncommon issue. Very few of Pariah’s populace were entangled with the world’s lore and could name particular historical events. After all, most people treated the world like it was some game. A place they could go to shut off their brain and have fun. The glitch happening a few weeks ago had changed little about people’s empathy and interest for the world itself. For some, it had already made them act worse. Both of them had seen how it people in the Worg had handled it.

As the two were let into Drox’s gates this became even more apparent as it became clear how many new players had picked Drox, how many old players had panicked, and in general how both sides had begun to treat the Drox compound like a refugee center. There were plenty to interact with, but the main building itself was where the specialists and important denizens that ran it resided. Should they decide to look around the courtyard they could engage with the crowd of people, though it was probably for the best if they asked the denizens what they could do to help.

It was an uneventful afternoon, but it was at least probably better than being in the sewers...

Traversing the tight tunnels into the major pathways of the Thorinn Sewers was hard enough, but for people toting large or long weapons it became evident how difficult it was when you were running full speed toward someone who needed your help.

Fortunately for Graves and the others, this would not be a situation they would play on repeat in their heads like it had with Enos and Aaginim. A group of inexperienced adventurers had crowded themselves in a corner as the third of the group stood in a corner beset by another dire rat. This one was heftier but also quicker on his feet, but much like the other passage they had come from the four members of Benkei’s group found themselves with another threat that appeared to be not much of a problem. Though as Graves and Alja would discover, it was a rat that was noticeably stronger than the one they had taken down only minutes prior.

Something didn't feel right. And it wasn't the rat.

Heiseina: Memories Long Forgotten

Heiseina: Memories Long Forgotten

Too much tension leads to a broken nose, land-thief.