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Surviving: The End. (Season 1) (reboot)

Good news, everybody! Thanks to Fox, I might be reviving a character or two. Debating on Boggs and Martin, but at Arlear "Vilhelm" (what is that, ho? Ew)'s request, I shall have to bring Felix back... With some definite adjustments.

Also, thanks to Fox, I found my old Sig and can be one of the only people on the site who still has a Lillian Thorne original. <3

EDIT: *Reading the IC* Squee, lookie, it's Austin! I could remake him to fit that setting, even... It'd be kinda cool, like a "Meanwhile, in an alternate universe where Boggs never became a pilot..." Maybe I'll just let the cameo live and die in the moment. :p

Surviving: The End. (Season 1) (reboot)

Speak of the devil? Are you referring to Arlear or me? Because if it's me, and Boggs was mine... I forgot who that was O_O I don't have any of my old Surviving characters - they were on my last computer, which... literally fell apart at the hinges. So bad. Wait, was Boggs Austin..? I lose track so fast when it's been so long. :'(

Surviving: The End. (Season 1) (reboot)

I TEXTED YOU TODAY, DIDN'T GET SHIT BACK FROM YOU. Az texted me back, where the hell is your reply?! I'm not a whore! Shoot me a message, we gotta catch up. I'll either do the character(s) tonight or tomorrow. :)

@Azseth Finally got done reading and I must say, how could you question allowing a new black character? If I remember properly, your very first character for this RP was an African-American gentleman, and a close friend to my Southern helo-pilot before the outbreak. I could be wrong, but... that sounds hypocritical! ;)

A Grimm War [Vena Sera & Scout]

"Mhm, I'm perfectly happy with it. Maybe I'll show you sometime," She teased in a half-singing voice. The smell of burnt Grimm was pungent, but showing how much it bothered her didn't feel like an option. Soren had been thorough in killing the creature and Lyra wasn't going to make him feel like he was making her uncomfortable. The girl furrowed her brow, "You can't really burn its soul if it never really had one. Stench is aaallllll monster," She pointed out, only realizing afterward that Ulyssa had been speaking metaphorically about Soren's slightly excessive use of power. "On the bright side, the repulsive smell here might drive away anything that was thinking of taking our dinners too... But I guess we can't be too presumptuous."

"Oh, I'm filthy," Mocked Owyn, rolling his eyes. "What happened to big bad huntress taking the world by storm, hm?" He piled up the sticks he'd released, but left them on the ground as they discussed their options, "And running isn't the problem - it's the fact that you're literally weightless and it's little bit hard to keep pace when I've got more shit to carry and have to worry about not dropping it." Of course he had to defend himself, whether or not she was being serious in her taunts.

At Soren's suggestion, Owyn shrugged and left the fire-ready bounty on the ground, following suit to grab dinner and meet wherever they camped. God dammit, if Lyra shot a firework into the sky to signal them, what kind of thing would that attract? Probably other students - not something they particularly needed right now, either. "Alright, sure."

Lyra nodded, letting Ulyssa share her words of wisdom before responding. "Ooh, yeah, good idea." She didn't hesitate to take Owyn's bundle from the ground for herself before looking to the other girl, "I don't hear any running right now, so we'll either need to get a higher look-see, or pick a direction and start walking until we find any of the stuff... Water, I mean." The Faunus looked around, "Since we came from that way," She said with a nod in one direction, "How about we go that one?" With another nod down the opposite side of the clearing, she suggested a route. The forest didn't have any paths, not that she'd seen so far, so they'd just have to make their own.

The pair walked for a while, but the forest was emptier than Lyra had thought. Considering how much they'd found in the last day, it was shocking to see how void it was of Grimm and animals out this way. She hoped Soren and Owyn would be able to find them, she was starving... Finally, after what seemed like an hour of walking in what felt like a massive circle, she heard the sweet sound of water crashing. "That sounds like a water fall, or a really big river," She observed, looking over to Ulyssa. "Can you hear it? This way," Lyra instructed, pivoting only slightly to chase the sound.

It was only a few minutes away, but it wasn't quite as large as she'd thought when she heard it. Difficult thing to gauge, how much water is actually moving in a rush from such a distance. Thankfully, they were closer to it than she'd realized. A small waterfall poured from atop a small cliff only about twenty feet up, filling a pool that stretched a short distance into the small cove that was likely created by the fall. The rocks at the top and near the pool shined with a bright, wet gloss. Lyra grinned, "Well lookie here... The water looks pretty cold, but the area's nice... What d'you think?" She asked Ulyssa, setting down her stack of sticks and branches. "Should we start the fire while we wait for them to catch up?"

Surviving: The End. (Season 1) (reboot)

WHAT? I texted you about this AGES ago, why was I not looped in? Any of the good ol' boys/girls here? Cause I might just have to give in to the temptation of it... Surviving was probably one of my favorite RPs I've ever been a part of. It would require a lot of thought, but I had no idea it was even happening!

Holy hell, @Vilhelm is that Arlear?!

Of Deceptive Intentions

Iris felt the pressure around her windpipe disappear in an instant and she fell to the floor. All of her weight hit her feet in a moment and her knees buckled, hands instinctively reaching for her throat as she collapsed even further into herself. She wasn't quite prone, but damn near close as she lay completely still, taking in deep breaths and letting them out before her heart could even get the oxygen to her muscles. Control it, she ordered herself, clenching her jaw for a moment in concentration. Her vision was still spotty and her head pounded from lack of oxygen. Her inhales came in twos and threes, like sobs. Ciscera's distaste for Tunay'ruk and magic was more than explained, but Iris knew... she knew that the tigress had fought back - most others had lacked the willpower to resist. While Iris had not been shut out from Ciscera's mind, the female had found a way to make the channel two-way. Typically the other person had no way of knowing that Iris was even looking into them. Either they were asleep, or hardly occupied with anything but their own pleasure. It was interesting, the things that brought some to brothels.

However, Iris re-experienced her entire life from her village burning back to here again in a single moment... Because Ciscera was too aggressive to just let it go and too stupid to understand what it meant. Anger welled up inside of her - how dare that wretched woman invade her like that... After having the gall to try strangling her... How dare she have the nerve to... to, wait... what was she doing? Iris looked up and saw Ciscera sitting in a corner, staring emptily into space. Had the tigress felt real empathy? She furrowed her brow in concentration, sitting up and turning over onto her rear, leaning against the wall as she continued catching her breath. The young fox leaned her head back and closed her eyes. She knew exactly what Ciscera was feeling right now. For a long time, Iris had felt it day after day.

"Countless times, Ciscera," She started, finally looking over, "I've thought... what if I could just go back... What if I could be there again before the raid and evacuate my town, or help them prepare..." She shook her head, "What if I could go back to that river bank and refuse them their... heinous bath... I didn't do it for double rations... I hardly did it because I wanted to be alive... I did it because I knew that I needed to be alive. Whether I'm meant for greatness isn't on my mind, I just knew that if I gave up there, then they would win. They wanted me to say no. I'd seen those two specifically on several occasions during that time in their... caravan. They reveled more in killing than they did in sex. To say no would have been all they wanted - to say I was disobedient and unwilling to cooperate..." The girl sighed and looked sidelong, her eyes glazing over, "I visit that day, specifically... You saw everything, but I know you lived that one in more detail than the others... I visit that day every night... It haunts me whenever I look into the eyes of not just any man, but of any person. Be they Riversladian, Tunay'rukian... I even see it in Shar, and I see it in you.

"Look... I know that the men who did that, who put me here, were Riversladians." Iris turned once more to look at the white tigress across the room, "But I don't hate Riverslade. I don't even actually hate them. I don't know what's in store for me now, but... Those men will get theirs. I've seen it, the karmic justice doled by the world, and I don't have to do anything to make it happen..." The fox brushed off her clothes as she rose to her feet and took a few very slow, thoughtful steps toward Ciscera. She looked down to the tigress and frowned - those eyes had seen and felt everything. They were there to judge and feel everything that Iris had, but not with the same perception. The tigress lived the events as though they had happened to her and she had no control over the vessel in which she traveled. Iris crouched low and looked over the feline's face, searching for... something, though not even she knew what.

"Ciscera, be present. Don't live in a past that isn't even yours to mourn. Don't regret actions I didn't take to prevent being here. I'm here because time is a valuable thing, but a few wasted, ruined years of life is better than bringing them all to a screeching halt... for what? Pride? Dignity? No, those are burdens of the soul." The vixen smiled softly, though it contained pity. "I have shame, but it's mine to carry and I'll be damned, damned, if I let anybody else add to it save for me.

"I think you should rest, it looks like you've had a long day..." She finally pointed out, "And I'm sure none of this really helped." The fox offered a hand to her to help her rise and reach the bed, if she so chose.

A Grimm War [Vena Sera & Scout]

Lyra hopped easily out of the tree and landed without so much as an 'oof' to indicate that she'd hit the ground. She folded her bow in half at the limbs and placed it on her belt stretching out as Soren recovered from his attack. As he muttered something about using his semblance, she looked at the Ursa on the ground and back to him. "Oh. My. God. Was that your semblance? That was so cool! I've never seen one that... uh... big, I guess. It was awesome!" She chirped, almost bouncing with excitement, "It was still alive and in half, but you just punched it and... like... exploded it, or whatever. I wish I had a power like that!" She looked at her palm and flexed her fingers, a little embarrassed that she only had the same callouses as everybody else from the use of her weapon, but there was no other kind of power running through them. Not like that. She could manipulate her aura fairly well - certainly better than Owyn - but it still only did so much. Plus, it could be really dangerous, so she tried not to use it too much.

"I got two boars, actually. And they looked really yummy. So I wanna cook at least one of 'em right now," She reported giddily. It had already proven to be a pretty excitable afternoon for her and she realized her hunger only a moment before her stomach let out a low roar to let her know that she needed to fill her stomach pronto. She rubbed her hands together, "Aww... we don't have any spices or anything... But I guess just cooked meat would be more than enough..." Branches cracked and leaves rustled not far off and Lyra pivoted on her foot, crouching low and stabilizing with one hand planted on the ground, ready to charge. The tension could be seen easily in her stiff tail and lowered ears as her lip curled back slightly. Lyra only realized how animalistic the actual pose was when Ulyssa came through the treeline, ready to fight. She breathed a sigh of relief and rose, embarrassed, to stand on just two feet.

The girl rubbed the back of her neck, thankful only that she hadn't also been growling. "Eheh, hey there, Ulyssa. Nah, yeah, it's uh... taken care of. Dead as a doorknob," She noted, kicking the burnt flesh absently. "But these boars are gonna be pretty hard to carry back. Maybe you and I could take one and Soren could... I guess... lug the other? Did you guys set up camp?"

Finally, Owyn came through the trees and dropped his bundle of sticks, putting his hands on his knees, "God dammit, woman... Run off while I'm trying to carry these things?" He asked, shaking his head, "Geeze... What a pain..." He shook his head and looked at the carnage of the Ursa, nodding in approval, "Wow, Soren... That's impressive, taking down a whole... Big ass Grimm."

"I helped," Lyra pointed out, scowling and crossing her arms at her brother.

"Yeah, I'm sure. Hey, uh... we didn't set up a camp yet, so, I think it might not be bad to do it somewhere around here. What'd ya catch?"

"I caught two boars, and now that you're here, you can help carry them wherever we set up for the night," She chimed in, smirking cockily.

A Grimm War [Vena Sera & Scout]

There it was, the roar of an Ursa filled the forest as flocks of birds took to the sky in fright. Lyra's ears bent back slightly as she picked up her pace from a walk toward the sound. As she came through the clearly, she was standing behind the massive form of a red-eyed cretin that resembled only a bear in its silhouette. She watched it recover from stumbling back for a moment, trying to regain its wit. Soren's brute strength came as a clear surprise to the Grimm, that was for sure, but the Ursa didn't falter for long as it moved to attack again. Lyra let out a high-pitched whistle, halting the monster. She wasn't far from it and it took little more than a shake of her hands and flourish of the wrist for her claws to turn back into her hunting bow. It was unnerving to think of how close it had been to the boars - had it been looking to hunt their prize too?

She leaned to the side so that she could catch a glimpse of Soren and nodded - thankful that he'd shown the ability to hold his own. The Faunus caught sight of the Ursa's partially severed arm and she flinched slightly - the limb was only attached by some flesh along with black-doused muscle and tendon reaching across the gap of opened wound, barely holding on. How did the thing still manage to control it? Did Grimm even have a sense of pain, let alone any kind of science behind their muscles' control?

Lyra dropped to one knee and pulled an arrow with a starch-white, rounded tip out, almost like the one she'd used to light a fire earlier, and pulled it back against the string of her bow. "Cover your eyes!" She shouted as she released her grip on the string and turned her head just before it made contact. The tip burst on the monster's cheek and released a dazzling light - even in the shade of the trees, it was stunning. At this point, the beast was more than a little bit confused, but the temporary blindness would only last for a short while, it would gain its wits about it soon enough. Soren had to act - Lyra's arrows could do little harm to such a large beast and she didn't want to use more Dust-infused ones than she had to.

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Owyn quirked a brow, "Your semblance, eh? That's pretty good, mine's still pretty freaking exhausting... But it depends on how much I use it - like anybody else, I get tired out by it a lot faster as I use it more. Eh, we all find some way to make up for something, right?" He shrugged, "I guess I can respect the simplicity of the blade though, there's nothing wrong with it... But y'know, you see some Hunters have these massive freakin' things; I don't know many people who don't have some kind of range in their weapon. Even mine reaches pretty far when it splits, but I guess I don't have some fancy-ass gun built into it or anything. But I don't remember using the word subpar."

He shrugged as they started looking for a place to really settle down, carrying the load of branches and twigs that they'd collected. A roar filled the woods and Owyn furrowed his brow, "Dear god, what did those two get themselves into..." Without a doubt, it sounded like a Lyra problem. "I hope they found something worth fighting over - sounds like a pretty big fight."

Avatar: The Price of Freedom

Siku refused to give him the time of day. He clearly didn't know the first thing about water bending, let alone science. The amount of water in the air was so slight that harnessing it was an ability acquired only by masters and only useful when there were no other options. Katsu was off before she had even heard the child. She furrowed her brow at the sound as it finally reached her - the hell was it? She placed a hand on her sheath and started after the Avatar, hoping to God they weren't already facing a trap in the form of a child. She came to a halt just behind Katsu.

A young boy of no more than six rested in the back street, his face buried between his knees. It sounded like he was holding his breath every few moments before it was let out raggedly. He looked up, wiping at his face when he saw Katsu, though his eyes remained bloodshot. "O-oh... Uh... I..." He sputtered, flinching as though each word hurt to say. "M-my dad... he said to run... So I did... There were men... He tried to tell them to leave..." He tucked his face back into his knees, "But... they just came in. I don't know what they want... I think my family's in trouble..."

Siku's lip curled back slightly, a gentle scraping sound coming from her sheath as she drew her dao. "Let's get going, then," She said, still wary of a possible trap. She felt paranoid, but it wasn't like she was going to abandon the boy either. In this quiet town, though? Who would be attacking his home? She lowered her voice beside Katsu, "Right behind you."

The boy flinched, staring at her sword and starting to crawl away slightly. The intimidating glint of the bright steel was off-putting as the set sun and already-bright moon struck its surface. When he noticed Asha, however, he lightened up, feeling calm when he realized that a young person trusted these two enough. And the white-haired man gave him a sense of security too, though he knew not why. Siku, on the other hand, was giving him chills and he shakily rose to his feet.

"This... this way," He said, moving at a brisk walk down the road. He led them out into the open street, down a few roads, and right outside the edge of the town on the coast. The ocean stretched far off into the distance, shimmering under the light of a million stars. Beneath its surface, countless fish of countless varieties swam, blissfully unaware of how easy it could die within the next few minutes. The water lapped hungrily at the shore's edge, never getting any nearer to swallowing it than it was with the previous lick.

"It's the one on top of the hill," The boy stated, pointing ahead. It didn't seem like much from the outside, but looks could be deceiving. He took off up the hill for the home, but as he was about to shout, Siku grabbed his arm and put a finger to her lips.

"Sh." She hushed, releasing him and bending a stream of water over her left arm as she started up the hill, looking at Katsu before nodding toward the front door. She was going around back. "Asha, up top," She instructed, "See if you can find a way in up there, or come through a window when you hear us going in, alright?" The swordswoman crouched and gave the house a large radius as she moved around the house, coming up to the rear door. For a moment, she debated knocking, but finally decided to just slowly open the door. The little boy stood directly behind Katsu, however, feeling safer with him. Siku crept through the door with her blade at the lead, taking small steps into the first dark room. Her eyes narrowed in the darkness, Where... is everybody?

A Grimm War [Vena Sera & Scout]

Lyra nodded, "Got it. Be careful, I'll come after you and lend a hand as soon as I get these things taken care of." She reached into her quiver and toyed with a few of the tips, deciding which would best do the job for catching as many boar as possible. On second thought, the girl pulled a normal arrow from her quiver. They'd be here longer than initially thought, so she had to conserve her dust usage. This was new... she'd never taken the life from something that wasn't inherently evil, but rather would act as a means for survival. The empty pit that was her stomach had started to signal hunger, but she still wasn't exactly starving yet.

The arrow clicked easily onto the string of her bow before she dropped out of the tree, her boots hitting the ground with more finesse than she honestly believed she had. The leaves hardly rustled, even as Lyra lowered herself onto one knee. The entire world around her turned black, save for the few boar spending their day in the clearing ahead. She focused solely on her breathing and those creatures, her gaze sharp and merciless. One side of her - the innocent, wealthy girl raised by a family of a high-class, sophisticated people - didn't honestly want to take a life. The other side, however, was a lot hungrier and a lot less sympathetic to the cause of a few pigs who could barely think, let alone feel. Just the thought of them made her mouth water, her tail twitching ever so slightly. There was a gentle creaking, audible only to the sharpest of ears, as she pulled her string back and bent the limbs of her bow. The stronger of her two sides won today, and would likely always win as she released the cord and, in the next instant, watched a boar roll not once, but twice over from the impact of an arrow to the side of its head. The life had left its eyes before it even hit the ground, but Lyra didn't let the others run as she kicked to her feet and snapped her bow, the genius design allowing the two limbs to form into a pair of devastating claws around her hands. It took the other creatures a moment to realize what had happened, or what was happening, and in that time, she was already standing over a second prize breathing a sigh of relief as her hunt came to an end and she let the others run into the trees.

With a grunt of effort, she released the legs of one of the boars, letting it lie beside its former herd-mate as she stretched out her own back. "They're so heavy... geeze..." And the smell of Ursa still lingered. It was actually much more prominent now and the stench kind of burned her nostrils, if only slightly. Most people just found Grimm to be off-putting, but to her, one as big and significantly more rank as an Ursa, it was significantly more foul. It couldn't be far off, but it was strange that she couldn't hear it - certainly if Soren had attacked it, it would have made some kind of roar...

The girl looked at their two boars and sighed, "If anybody touches you, they're dead," She told them, as though they could hear or cared at all. She broke back into the treeline and started after the 'scent' - slowly and with measured steps this time, her eyes peeled for Soren.

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Owyn shrugged, "I'm sure that father her both think that Beacon will help her 'overcome it,' I honestly think her becoming a Huntsman is only going to make adjusting to society a lot more difficult. I'm sure you've seen how some of them adapt to being around... less talented people. It's not easy knowing you're the strongest person in the room at any given time, I'm sure. It's a lot of pressure," He explained, "Guess we won't know until we see it." Ulyssa started to explain her own life situation and, to be honest, Owyn wasn't entirely disappointed by the story. Everybody here was supposedly special or talented, but she seemed to have a real promising background. "Mistral's a nice place... Been there a couple of times with my father. My parents were Huntsmen, but father's a real good swordsman and has a lot of friends in the profession."

He looked at her blade as she chopped branches and limbs down, allowing him to pick them up and carry them to the next tree when she finished. "I am curious though... That sword's nice and handy and all, but... Isn't it a bit... I dunno, simple? I mean, with two parents who are hunters, I would be under the impression you'd have something... Uh... Flashier," he noted curiously, quirking an eyebrow.