Valhalla

Verthaven: Moved to a higher level of existence

Whoops! Forgot about Ratchet, adding that in right now.

Verthaven: Moved to a higher level of existence

Malik Tobias Wright

@Mr Allen J@ToadRopes

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The Fiends bladed arm raised high as Malik gave one last push and shoved his niece out of the way. Unable to do anything other then turn around and watch the blade come down on him, he felt his heart ram against his chest as he watched the woman grin, 'Shit! Shit! Shit!' Considering himself minced meat, a hard crack to the side of the Fiends head threw her body to the side and into the street with a heavy thump. Staring at the woman's crushed head in disbelief, a soft voice pulled his attention up as he made eye contact a teenage girl, "... Hi."

Swallowing hard, and making sure his body wasn't really in pieces, Malik finally responded with a shaky voice, "Th-thanks." If she hadn't stepped in just in time, he knew his time would have been--literally--cut short. Glass fell from his back and cracked beneath his shoes as he slowly stood. With the additional cuts on his back, and a few in his legs, his body trembled as his mind replayed the near death experience over and over in his head.

Kiara was already standing behind him. Still crying, small cuts covered her legs and hands from the glass on the ground as well. She was in worse shape then him though, and once she caught sight of the Fiends limp body her stomach flipped. As his niece turned and puked on the street, Malik grimaced in disgust before taking her hair into his hands, "Let it all out, it's okay." This was bound to happen. Bodies, blood, and scattered items littered the street around them. The sight of it made Malik's skin crawl, but he knew it must have been worse for his Kiara. Everyone had been taken by surprise, even the police and NEST agents that were stationed around the festival. If the Fiends were looking for a massacre then they sure as hell got one.

Once Kiara was finished emptying her stomach, Malik took the last of the napkins in his pocket and cleaned her face. Eyes red and puffy, a large frown was pulled down her face as she spoke through small hiccups, "I wanna' go home.." Answering her pleas by lifting her into his arms, Malik rubbed her back in a more or less useless attempt to comfort her, "I know. We're going now." This was way too much for her, and Malik needed to get her to a hospital now. Glancing up at Jen and Ratchet, he gave a small nod before introducing himself, "Name's Malik, this is Kiara." Grip tightening around his niece, another girl, the same one who had passed him on rollerskates earlier, raced across the street and up to Jennifer.

"Jennifer, I'm so sorry, I should've checked behind me more often and not gone so fast," As she apologized, Malik began to take slow steps back, his eyes glancing down the street towards the enterance of the festival, "I don't think we can stay here very long,"

Malik nodded in agreement as he already began to head down the sidewalk, "She's right. Let's get going before any more of those things catch up with us."

Verthaven: Moved to a higher level of existence

Working on a post now!

Verthaven: Moved to a higher level of existence

Aaand posted. I've placed Malik in a spot where I believe Ratchet or Jennifer could jump into action, or his arm could get chopped. Not really leaning towards the latter, but either direction should be interesting.

Verthaven: Moved to a higher level of existence

Malik Tobias Wright

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Once the first bullet rang in the air, Malik acted on instinct. Wrapping his arms around his niece and pulling her close to his chest to shield her from any stray bullets, his body fell into a low crouch. Kiara's terrified cries mixed together with crowds screaming creating a deafening ringing in his ears that made his head spin. Chest tightening, and fear setting in, thoughts reeled through his mind a mile a minute as the crowd around them scattered in a frenzy. On the verge of hyperventilating and getting caught up in his anxiety, Malik turned his head up to look for the source of the gun fire but was quickly put down by a sharp crack to his jaw.

Thrown back from the force of the hit, the back of his head hit the concrete with a smack as Kiara was pulled down with him. Hitting the ground, her body scrambled beneath Malik's limp arms before running away into the crowd. Stunned from the hit, the world around Malik was a fog. Sounds mixed together in an incoherent roar only to be overpowered by the loud and painful throbbing in his jaw and head. Vision clearing with every blink he took, the giant silhouette above him finally became clear as he stared down the barrel of a gun.

"Any last words, motherfucker?"

Head throbbing, and anxiety knocked out of him with the hit, Malik felt adrenaline and anger swirling in his chest now. "Yeah, I got somethin' to say," Behind the Fiend a small food cart trembled with movement as the masked gang-banger waited for his reply. Middle finger raising up between his head and the gun, Malik flicked his wrist, "Duck."

"Wha-" Before the Fiend could finish his sentence the food cart smashed into his back with a hard crunch. Body flying overhead and into a vendor behind Malik, the whole set was torn down as the broken cart and the gunman crashed through the wooden support beams. Rubbing his jaw and slowly pushing himself up from the ground, Malik stared at the limp body beneath the pile of debris. "Asshole." Licking the blood off his busted lip and spitting on the pile of rubble, Malik stumbled back and searched around for his niece, "Kiara?" Searching for her blue dress amongst the unfamiliar faces rushing by him, Kiara was nowhere to be seen. Fuck! Why hadn't he noticed she was gone earlier!?

Panic setting in, his eyes darted around the chaotic festival, "Kiara!" Stumbling to the side as a middle aged man shoved past him, Malik called out her name again, "Kiara!" Taking off in a run down the street, goosebumps rose on his skin as horrible thoughts ran through his head. The idea of finding her shot, or dead fueled his adrenaline as he sprinted through the panicking crowd. Out of all the days shit had to go down, it had to be today! Since it was just them going to the festival Malik had suggested going to the zoo instead, but his niece just had to insist coming here. It was already stressful enough being so close to Eagle-Rock, but now a fucking riot had to happen.

"Kiara! Kiara, where are you?" His yells were drowned out by the screams and gunfire around him. Ducking to the side and hurrying to the sidewalk, a girl on roller skates raced by him followed by a boy and two other females. Stumbling back and watching the group come to a stop a few yards past him, a familiar cry pulled his attention to the right. Huddled in an alley way, Kiara sobbed in fear as scrapes covered her arms and knees. Relief washed over him like a wave, but before he could call out to her, something else caught his attention.

Looking like something that came out of a horror movie, a mutated Fiend stalked its way down the sidewalk. "What the fuck!?" Its veiny flesh, and the awkward bumps of joints in its elongated knees made Malik's stomach flip, but as it noticed his niece in the alley way, his blood ran cold. Mid sniffle, Kiara's crying was immediately silenced and her eyes widened in horror once the stilted Fiend stopped in front of her. Her little head craned up, taking in its beastly shape until her eyes stared at the gas mask. "KIARA!" Clouded by terror and unable to hear her uncle's call, Kiara inhaled deeply and began to scream.

In a blast that rang through the street, windows near the alley way Kiara was in shattered as the street rumbled from the heavy vibration. With the shriek focused on him, the powerful noise caused the Fiend to cover it's ears, and stumble back in pain. Crouching beside an empty food vendor with his hands over his ears, Malik gritted his teeth together in concentration as he focused on a green trash bin in the alley way beside his niece. 'Come on, you piece of shit! Move!' Arm stretching out, the heavy bin shook with influence before sliding forward, "Gragh!" With a forceful cry, Malik swiped his fist to the right propelling the giant bin into the Fiends legs. Mangling its joints and body as the heavy metal crushed it into the building opposite of Kiara's position.

The action caused Kiara to grow silent as her wide eyes slowly shifted to Malik. Panting heavily, sweat beaded down his head as he held out his arms for his niece, "Kiara! Come here!" Sobbing once again, she raced into his arms and clung to his neck, "Malik! Malik, I wanna go home! I wanna go home, now!" Lifting her into his arms, his arm wrapped tightly around her back as his hand laid atop her head in a tight hug. "I know, baby! We're going home right now, okay? Just keep your head down and hold--Shit!" Pulling her to the ground as he fell back, a curved--Was that bone!?--blade sliced over their heads and sunk deep into a brick wall. Pushing Kiara out of his arms as the woman struggled to get her mutated appendage out of the wall, Malik shoved his niece towards the group behind him as the Fiend pulled the blade out of the wall with a sharp tug, "Run!"

Marches of Man: the Black Shields. [ALWAYS OPEN]

I'll have my character posted either tonight, or early tomorrow!

Verthaven: Moved to a higher level of existence

I'm working on a post right now to interact with Ratchet and Jennifer. So I should have that up soon.

Verthaven: Moved to a higher level of existence

Malik Tobias Wright

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"--and you know how I said Mrs. Rossi let us have a class party, well Elizabeth ended up bringing cupcakes and cookies for everyone, and this other boy in my class named Jonathan ate all of them! Mrs. Rossi was so mad at him and--and before she could yell at him he ended puking all over her dress!"

From the house to the trolley station, and the many miles that separated Priscilla and Rosalina isle, Kiara had been talking nonstop. Stuttering over her sentences, and gasping for air in between words, his niece was talking faster then she could think. She talked about her friends, her school, her teachers, and finally her last day of third grade. Which happened to be a week ago. All of this was not news to Malik, however. He had been told this story at least four times in the past week, and by now he could comfortably repeat the story word for word. It didn't even matter that they were at the summer festival, or the fact that they were currently eating lunch, Kiara just kept going, "So Mrs. Rossi started screaming and then Elizabeth started to puke and this other girl in my class named Terra started to pu--Oooh.~"

Lowering a two scoop cone of mint chocolate chip ice cream before his niece, Malik forced back a sigh of relief once Kiara stopped talking. He loved his niece more then anything in the world, but right now, Malik just needed a few minutes of to focus on his own thoughts. Handing five dollars to the vendor, Malik patted the truck in thanks before leading his niece to an empty bench beside the food truck. "There, you like that?" He asked, giving his tea can a shake before cracking it open. Without a word, his niece nodded in reply as she merrily ate her ice cream, humming happily with each bite.

Kiara had been talking about the Festival since it was announced last month on TV. It was supposed to be a family trip but with his grandparents arthritis acting up, and Imani's never ending busy schedule, it was just the two if them. Malik didn't mind really, considering he hung out with his niece quite a bit. But what he did mind was having to take money from his grandparents. He didn't have a job yet, and with no source of income Malik was broke. It had taken quite a bit of coaxing from his grandad, and a hard shove from Kiara for him to finally accept the money, but at the end of it all it made him feel pathetic. When he was working for Moses he had so much money. So much that he didn't even know what do with, but now he didn't even have a penny to his name.

His grandparents were at that age where he believed they should be enjoying their final years, and using their retirement to go through their bucket list. Instead, they were still raising kids, and spending their money on other things besides themselves. It made him feel like shit every time he had to ask for a buck, so now that he was in the heart of downtown, Malik was determined to get a few job applications before they headed home. Besides, his grandparents weren't going to be around forever, and Kiara was going to need someone to take care of her.

"Is Imani still going to meet us?"

Pulled from his thoughts suddenly, Malik threw an uncertain glance at his niece before taking out his phone "I.. think so." Flipping through his text messages, his thumb tapped on his sister's name before lazily tapping out his message: '[Hey, you still meeting us at the Festival?]'

His younger sister Imani was almost always busy with school. If it wasn't classes, it was training, and if it wasn't that then she was doing some sort of extra curricular activity to keep her busy. She was a smart girl, but Imani's dedication to the academy often left her little time to be with family. She had told Kiara the night before that she would try to make the Festival, but her promises were always hit or miss and Malik knew better than to take his sisters word for it. Still, that didn't mean he wouldn't to get a hold of her for Kiara's sake.

Sending the text, he tucked his phone into his pocket before standing up from the bench, "Come on, K. Let's go play some games, and try to win some prizes." Even in a tank top and shorts the heat was beginning to get to him. "Can you eat and walk at the same time, or is that ice cream gonna' give you trouble." He asked, holding out his hand for his niece to take. "No, I got it." She said, furiously licking her cone. Unfortunately ice cream was already melting down her hand, while small splotches of mint ice cream dotted her floral patterned sundress. Malik was prepared however. Left pocket filled with napkins, he cleaned off Kiara's hands, face, and dress before taking her hand and being tugged behind her.

Marches of Man: a medieval RP set in 'Broacien'

<Snipped quote by Valhalla>

If you create a character that is just as good as last time, sure! Just don't leave again. :P I could've used you in that last one.

@Partisan

Aye, aye, captain! I'll be here for the long run this time.

I'm working on a character now, but before I put anything concrete I'll wait for the rest of the info to be done.

The Dreamwalker Project

I'm gonna have to drop out of this, sorry everyone. Best of luck to your roleplay, Condor!