Reza watched as Vicar began to make his way presumably out of town. He looked over to the Templar and his sister both of whom seemed to pay him no mind, he saw the beast from earlier come out of nowhere and go towards Vicar. It must've been thankful for being set free earlier, suddenly the gears in Reza's head starting turning and he remembered something that would be of use. "Hey, Vicar did you ever wonder where I would go when you couldn't find me in town?!" Reza shouted towards Vicar, he wasn't sure about the sister and her Templar, more so the Templar. He had a soft spot for the sisters, and was willing to help Vicar for once. "I've a place that can house us for the time, and it has supplies for a week at best!" Reza continues to shout, that last part may have been an exaggeration, but there was plenty of room and some things of use.
Reza was reffering to his hideout just outside of town, landmarked by a large rock, he had never told another soul about it and never planned to, but given the circumstances heay as well. If Vicar could hear it then so could the Templar and his sister, he didn't have much of a choice at this point, that beast however worried him, it seemed friendly enough, no one had been maimed by it yet, but still something unsettled Reza.
Reza took a bite from a hunk of bread he had stolen right from the bag Vicar had been carrying, he knew he didn't notice and he knew it would make him mad, but he didn't claim to be the best thief with out reason.
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Woo, sorry for the lateness. I'll get a post up soon hopefully
Allourprettysongs, I finally went over the updated CS's again and I gotta say I'm glad I'm not the only one who used a musician in more ways than one.
I saw Die Antwoord when they were here in Vegas last month, and I also saw them the first time they came here, good stuff.
I saw Die Antwoord when they were here in Vegas last month, and I also saw them the first time they came here, good stuff.
Alright, things are off to a good start I think.
Corner of 9th and C, Alphabet city
The hushed voices of a few people could be heard in a room tucked in the corner on the top floor of a three story building. Long ago condemned, it was empty save for the four people hiding away inside of it, included in this small group was Sean Davis, he'd found a group of people in this building, all willing to help him knowing full well what he was. Sean carefully peeked out the window and at the corner of the street, the sign read 9th and C, he was close. He'd just walk the rest of the way except one one thing... The military had found him, five maybe six armed men ready to come in and blast him away or worse yet capture him.
Sean took a long drink from a water bottle and then put it into his backpack. They were in the building now, he urged the people to hide somewhere.knowing that the military would just as soon shoot an empowered sympathizer to shoot the empowered they were helping. "Shit! Go, run!" Sean yelled at the group as he smashed a window and clambered out of it on to the fire escape, he looked back in to the building just in time to see a door get kicked and a hail of gunfire tear through the group of people, Sean cursed under his breath and ran up then stairs to the rooftop. He looked around frantically trying to think of what to do next as he could already hear the soldiers coming up the stairs. Then as he looked down towards the street something caught his eye.
The entire team ran on to the roof and prepared to open fire on Sean however they were met only with a trash can that had been tipped on its side, one the soldiers looked down only to see Sean running through the alleyway away from them. Sean ran through the alley taking turns here and there until he ran into a fence he looked for something to concentrate on so he could switch places with it but it was empty much to his dismay. Sure enough he heard heavy footfalls around the corner and before he knew it two soldiers were right in front if him ready to shoot. "We've got you now you fucking freak, get on the ground!" One of them shouted, Sean wanted to act but needed a plan first so he complied and slowly lay down, arms and legs spread out.
"Any witty fucking one liner before I pair the ground with you?" The man shouted pressing His gun to Sean's head Sean looked forward at the other soldier who was laughing "Eat a dick." Sean half yelled at the soldier, who responded by firing his gun, only to shoot his comrade in the foot as Sean had traded places with him, the one soldier yelled in agony, while the other quickly turned around and fired, the other soldiers yelling was cut short as a bullet entered his face and left through the back of his head, as he was yet again switched and shot. The still living soldier fell forward as Sean punched him in the back of the head full force, he then bent over and took the soldiers guns, he threw the rifle over the fence and pointed the soldier side arm at the back of his head and fired. "Thanks, asshole." Sean muttered And slid the pistol into the back of his jeans. He turned to look at the fence, he found the gun in the ground and in an instant he was on the other side and the gun lay on the dead soldiers back.
Sean ran out into the street, his destinatiom was close but he was exhausted from switching and running, he stopped to throw up and take a drink from his water bottle.before pressing on.
The hushed voices of a few people could be heard in a room tucked in the corner on the top floor of a three story building. Long ago condemned, it was empty save for the four people hiding away inside of it, included in this small group was Sean Davis, he'd found a group of people in this building, all willing to help him knowing full well what he was. Sean carefully peeked out the window and at the corner of the street, the sign read 9th and C, he was close. He'd just walk the rest of the way except one one thing... The military had found him, five maybe six armed men ready to come in and blast him away or worse yet capture him.
Sean took a long drink from a water bottle and then put it into his backpack. They were in the building now, he urged the people to hide somewhere.knowing that the military would just as soon shoot an empowered sympathizer to shoot the empowered they were helping. "Shit! Go, run!" Sean yelled at the group as he smashed a window and clambered out of it on to the fire escape, he looked back in to the building just in time to see a door get kicked and a hail of gunfire tear through the group of people, Sean cursed under his breath and ran up then stairs to the rooftop. He looked around frantically trying to think of what to do next as he could already hear the soldiers coming up the stairs. Then as he looked down towards the street something caught his eye.
The entire team ran on to the roof and prepared to open fire on Sean however they were met only with a trash can that had been tipped on its side, one the soldiers looked down only to see Sean running through the alleyway away from them. Sean ran through the alley taking turns here and there until he ran into a fence he looked for something to concentrate on so he could switch places with it but it was empty much to his dismay. Sure enough he heard heavy footfalls around the corner and before he knew it two soldiers were right in front if him ready to shoot. "We've got you now you fucking freak, get on the ground!" One of them shouted, Sean wanted to act but needed a plan first so he complied and slowly lay down, arms and legs spread out.
"Any witty fucking one liner before I pair the ground with you?" The man shouted pressing His gun to Sean's head Sean looked forward at the other soldier who was laughing "Eat a dick." Sean half yelled at the soldier, who responded by firing his gun, only to shoot his comrade in the foot as Sean had traded places with him, the one soldier yelled in agony, while the other quickly turned around and fired, the other soldiers yelling was cut short as a bullet entered his face and left through the back of his head, as he was yet again switched and shot. The still living soldier fell forward as Sean punched him in the back of the head full force, he then bent over and took the soldiers guns, he threw the rifle over the fence and pointed the soldier side arm at the back of his head and fired. "Thanks, asshole." Sean muttered And slid the pistol into the back of his jeans. He turned to look at the fence, he found the gun in the ground and in an instant he was on the other side and the gun lay on the dead soldiers back.
Sean ran out into the street, his destinatiom was close but he was exhausted from switching and running, he stopped to throw up and take a drink from his water bottle.before pressing on.
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I'll just have to sneakily slink by, throw out a couple of stabs here and there, sling some knives and whatnot.
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Hey I'll be able to fight, just you know not as well or often as everyone else!
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Reza was pleasantly surprised that the beast didn't do much, and Vicar had already already made his way upstairs. Not waiting to see what the beast would do, Reza followed behind The guardsman allowing a decent space between the two. Under any other circumstance he would have ran, in fact he would have been gone the second the gate had been opened but something was very clearly wrong. It wasn't until Reza stepped outside for the first time since the incident that he saw just how bad it was.
The air was thick with the smell of blood, you could practically taste. He had to keep himself from vomiting for a brief second. Vicar, a few feet ahead of him trudged through in and plunged his blade into... Something, but he did so hollowly, as as though he regretted it. Reza drew his small blade and kept it close to himself he really didn't know what to expect now. He unconsciously looked around for anything of use but then immediately felt wrong, he'd stolen from the dead before but they were usual long dead by the time their goods were his.
He trailed off a bit from Vicar and after a brief search found a small ceramic jug that was still sealed. He shook it gently and heard water slosh around in it. He unsleaed it and took a long drink from it before looking down at where it had been only to see the empty hand of woman who's body had been torn in an indescribable manner, Reza frowned and splashed what was left over his face.
Moments later Reza was right behind Vicar again who either didn't notice or care for his brief vacation. Before he could say anything and large man carrying a woman stepped forth, and Vicar spoke. He was cold and callous, very unlike himself, which perturbed Reza. He was surprised how didn't recognize them as a Templar protecting his sister. Reza stood silently behind Vicar a few steps struggling to make eye contact with anything other than the ground.
The air was thick with the smell of blood, you could practically taste. He had to keep himself from vomiting for a brief second. Vicar, a few feet ahead of him trudged through in and plunged his blade into... Something, but he did so hollowly, as as though he regretted it. Reza drew his small blade and kept it close to himself he really didn't know what to expect now. He unconsciously looked around for anything of use but then immediately felt wrong, he'd stolen from the dead before but they were usual long dead by the time their goods were his.
He trailed off a bit from Vicar and after a brief search found a small ceramic jug that was still sealed. He shook it gently and heard water slosh around in it. He unsleaed it and took a long drink from it before looking down at where it had been only to see the empty hand of woman who's body had been torn in an indescribable manner, Reza frowned and splashed what was left over his face.
Moments later Reza was right behind Vicar again who either didn't notice or care for his brief vacation. Before he could say anything and large man carrying a woman stepped forth, and Vicar spoke. He was cold and callous, very unlike himself, which perturbed Reza. He was surprised how didn't recognize them as a Templar protecting his sister. Reza stood silently behind Vicar a few steps struggling to make eye contact with anything other than the ground.
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I just realized I'm in another RP with you, Blackwolf, small world yo.
Also got my intro up.
Also got my intro up.
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Reza stared down at his feet for a moment in silence he wasn't sure what he had just seen, but it clearly wasn't something normal. He felt panicked internally but didn't show it despite no one else being there, he sighed. Reza looked up, of all the times he hadn't snuck a lockpick on him, he was somewhat happy about he wasn't sure he wanted to see everything that was happening. He stepped over to the gate and looked around, the guard on duty had left when he heard the commotion, and hadn't returned, from what Reza saw he probably wouldn't be returning.
Reza went back to his cot and sat down on it. He couldn't quite fall asleep but he wasn't sure what else to do, he needed to think. Surely enough the sweet embrace of unconsciousness covered Reza after a few moments. Reza stood in the middle of a dark field with shadowy figures all around him, it sounded like groaning an yells in the distance when though they were practically touching him. He tried to move but his legs couldn't move, before he knew it the figures were on him and the groans and yells were right on top of him but much, much louder.
Reza shot up as the sound of the gate creaked open. He didn't really have the time to reflect on his dream and the memory of it was already beginning to fade. He looked up nervously and after a second of letting his eyes adjust he saw a familiar figure, it was none other than the viligant Vicar, his favorite guardsman. Except something was different... Reza made direct eye contact with him as he sat up, they were vacant, he had the look of a man who'd lost his soul. They weren't on great terms, as one would expect, but Reza had some profound respect for the man, he had caught him, in fact he was the first to ever catch him. After he said his piece Reza walked over the face him he looked at the keys in his hand, eyeing the one to the chest which contained his belongings.
Vicar handed it to him silently, given the current situation there was little else to do. Before he went to the chest Reza stopped. "I'll help." He said shortly then proceeded to unlock the chest and equip himself. "There was a tense silence before Reza spoke again " What happened?" Reza said with pain in his voice, instead of a proper response Vicar went to the other cell and began to speak to the... Thing that was chained to the wall, he had seen it when he was brought in, and tried to get a rise out of it then, but was met with silence. Whateve had happened it was clear the help was going to be no small task. Reza stood back a bit, his hand on his knife, he wasn't sure what would happen but he often prepared for the worst case scenario.
Reza went back to his cot and sat down on it. He couldn't quite fall asleep but he wasn't sure what else to do, he needed to think. Surely enough the sweet embrace of unconsciousness covered Reza after a few moments. Reza stood in the middle of a dark field with shadowy figures all around him, it sounded like groaning an yells in the distance when though they were practically touching him. He tried to move but his legs couldn't move, before he knew it the figures were on him and the groans and yells were right on top of him but much, much louder.
Reza shot up as the sound of the gate creaked open. He didn't really have the time to reflect on his dream and the memory of it was already beginning to fade. He looked up nervously and after a second of letting his eyes adjust he saw a familiar figure, it was none other than the viligant Vicar, his favorite guardsman. Except something was different... Reza made direct eye contact with him as he sat up, they were vacant, he had the look of a man who'd lost his soul. They weren't on great terms, as one would expect, but Reza had some profound respect for the man, he had caught him, in fact he was the first to ever catch him. After he said his piece Reza walked over the face him he looked at the keys in his hand, eyeing the one to the chest which contained his belongings.
Vicar handed it to him silently, given the current situation there was little else to do. Before he went to the chest Reza stopped. "I'll help." He said shortly then proceeded to unlock the chest and equip himself. "There was a tense silence before Reza spoke again " What happened?" Reza said with pain in his voice, instead of a proper response Vicar went to the other cell and began to speak to the... Thing that was chained to the wall, he had seen it when he was brought in, and tried to get a rise out of it then, but was met with silence. Whateve had happened it was clear the help was going to be no small task. Reza stood back a bit, his hand on his knife, he wasn't sure what would happen but he often prepared for the worst case scenario.
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