Fantasy Dark World reboot RP

[ShadowBroker]

The Wardens​

The Third Warden

"Truth be told, I had my doubts like any other. It happens when you are on the field ducking at the incoming fire and see your brothers die for the cause. They fade away in your sight as their life is squeezed away. I thought it through, I fought it to my last breath, over and over. It is only when I realize that once the war is over - our war... the only thing I will have left will be the memory of how many times I died..." - The Third Warden.

The base was a mess, the way-points to enter the very center blocked and the circle around was not helping their current situation. Explosions and what-not of the like continued to suggest the battle within seemed to come to an end. Whoever stood on her way was pushed down to the ground, whoever pointed a gun at her got disarmed and knocked unconscious with the pommel of her sword and whoever aspired to finish her, she would use her dagger to cut the nerves and move on.

As a matter of fact, they were losing their target, the speed-key concept failing them. She could not run any faster than her legs would allow her. She could disappear, true... but she needed so much time to reach the group even then. Later on the speed was of no issue for the duo.

Patrick pulled her up and she did little of resistance, although she was not expecting such a treatment. Her hand held the hilt of her sword not to bother him on his dashing attempt to reach the target. The Third had nothing to say about the way he grabbed her, it served a purpose if anything, Mr.O never actually had any insightful conversation with her like with The Second. Probably because he thought they are all the same and unique at the same time, maybe he ignored that regardless who is pulling the strings, she is still a woman in her perspective... an undying kind.

Once the group was found by Patrick's computer, Third noticed his machinery began to loose on his bio-components only to further allow the possibility of his own survivable. She hop off once he allowed her and brought her sword alongside her only to thrust it on the ground and use it as leverage, setting both of her hands on the guard as she rested right on her position.

She found out the group was not as dangerous as it was... immature. There might be a better word as to describe it, but The Second would be the best at judging. Raw, illogical, unrestrained and unbound. A strange mixture between personalities none of them actually had a purpose to be together more than just coincidence, the pariahs that were brought together only for the fact they were castaway of this brand new world. A few of kind hearts, a few of evil ambitions, most of them without a path and the rest seemed just without a place in this colorful picture... just like herself, The Third. A few new faces, true... and among them she felt as well as new as them.

( FrostFire ) Kore survived, apparently. The First insisted she was in fact dangerous, and that take her head off now would save many lives. ( littleberry ) Snow alongside with her, the fact she is still alive earner the plant-female credit, even if The First little gave a care. ( Syphe ) Sera was the medic and such profession alone gained The Second's favor.( Kiroshiven ) The creature of the shadows was among the group, nor The Third or any other Warden stood in his favor - he just became a name on their list to be haunted, the Third would began to gain information about him before suggesting when to strike, unless he earns their approval. Beside that, the target, Scarlett survived as well, The Third gave her the credit she needed not to be in the list, though only in the name of Patrick, not by personal choice. The rest were either missing or not known to them, regardless that could change rather quickly in little time.

The Third continued to stand in place, not addressing at anyone unless Patrick needs of her.

Iamthemanfish

The Second & Fifth Warden

"Honor, family, brotherhood. We were brought upon this world with the ideology of Knighthood, one lost ages ago, forgotten by history. We never rest, we never stop, we never doubt or stand idle. We move forward and accomplish our task. We save the world from another disaster, from itself. Do not back away if you see us lurking in the dark, sometimes to find the most dangerous of monsters, you have to stare down the abyss... but never let it consume you." - The Second Warden

Keiji continued to rest on the camp The Second and The Fifth formed in order to give him some idea of home. The Wardens were not allowed to bring Initiatives to their bunker and safe heaven, they were paranoid to do so. The training still needed to cover not only physical but mental as well. They had to make sure the child was ready for they were about to ask him after all.

The Fifth and The Second did not have to rest, nor did any of them so they stayed alert around the camp. A few telepathy words were shared meanwhile. None of great importance beside of status and reports that were sent almost instantly. That is when The Second heard a noise but instead of checking it out, he turned around to face the boy resting next to the campfire, "Second - is everything alright?" the child seem not adapted to how The Warden were always restless. The Second did only nod before he knelt before him, "Don't worry, boy. But you must stand up."

The Second took his hand slowly and tendering as he pulled him off his sleeping bag, right afterwards a few arrows were fired from The Fifth's bow as he retreated to their position, the both of them hide behind a car as the bowman continued to return fire to looters that seem interested to steal from them, or so they thought. "We must go, now." responded the Fifth as he lowered himself to both of them, the child began to breath heavily though he began to prepare a piece of paper and create a creature to attack back. However the Second took it from his hand and tear it apart, "An eye for an eye and the world goes blind." the Second insisted as he signed to the Fifth for a moment before speaking back to the boy, "We don't kill the desperate, only those who fall to the chaos. The rest are just weak and unwise."

A bandit began to shout with all his breath, "Give up! You are surrounded! Give us your goods and we will walk away."

The both of them knew once the bandits saw them they will kill them, regardless what little they could offer, so the next to be done was rash. The Fifth took the boy from the waist and pulled his hand over his mouth as they ran back into the woods as The Second came out from his hide spot, impersonating an old weak man with a bow on its hand, there was only one sleeping bag, so the bandit bought it.

To be continued...

 

[Tyra]

-= KAIA WINTERS =-
Fugitive | Abnorm | Abandoned Base​

Interacts: Syphe Kiroshiven Drook | Mentions: Clockwork Syringe littleberry FrostFire Tetro Iamthemanfish @ anyone else in the area

It was good to see Sera smile. Even though she didn’t know the girl very well, Kaia couldn’t deny they would make good friends if given the chance. They’d shared a moment back there in that makeshift infirmary room…and for the first time since joining this rag-tag group of Abnorms, Kaia felt like maybe she wouldn’t have to leave afterall. Ryu…Sera…heck even the red-haired little girl had stuck their necks out for her, a complete stranger. Sera was the first person Kaia felt she could trust in a very long time. She deserved to know Kaia was a fugitive and just what she was getting into by helping her…for her own safety…but what would happen if Kaia did tell her? What if Sera told the others and they cast her out in order to protect themselves from the wrath of Prophet-employed bounty hunters? Shaking her head, Kaia dismissed the thoughts from her head. No matter what she decided, now was not the time to have that talk. They needed supplies and to get somewhere safe where they could all regroup and recover.

“Not again…,” Kaia groaned inwardly as Sera once more coaxed her to her feet, “But I just sat down and was starting to catch my breath.” Sighing softly, she gritted her teeth and stumbled after her medic reluctantly. Just then, Sera called out Jackson’s name, and sure enough Kaia caught a quick glimpse of him starting to take off from the collapsed base toward who knows where into the dense forest. Though he turned in their direction at Sera’s voice. Kaia’s gaze flicked back and forth between Sera and Jackson a few times, before the slightest Cheshire cat grin turned the corner of her mouth upward. This didn’t last long though, as next, she noticed the dainty white-haired Abnorm strung up among the tree boughs…Snow? Yes, that was it. Kaia’s mind was still a bit fuzzy from the coma, but things were slowly coming back to her. Her violet eyes then wandered over to Snow’s captor. Her expression turning to one of slight annoyance, she pursed her lips. Kore, she remembered, particularly how fond Ryuji had been of her in the recent past. She’d always been wary of the nature-oriented Abnorm, and now this was just proving her suspicions valid. Poor Snow wasn’t the only one Kore had in her grasp either. It seemed…something else was hanging from the vines also. Tilting her head to the side, Kaia squinted. …what was that thing anyway? It looked sort of humanistic, but…well frankly it was just a bit confusing. “I’m spending too much brain power on this,” Kaia muttered to herself as she shifted her weight from one foot to the other restlessly, still using Sera for support. When Kore started to bicker with the green…person…creature…thing, Kaia rolled her violet eyes. It seemed Kore had obtained a change in personality, somehow becoming quite rude and sarcastic which only rubbed Kaia the wrong way even more. What had happened to her in such a short time? The tiny red head finally spoke, reminding Kaia that she was still there. Scarlett, of course, duh. “Man, I must have hit my head pretty hard if I couldn’t remember a name as easy as that,” she thought to herself. “Need to fetch?” Kaia questioned aloud softly, “Need to fetch what?”

“Well, I’m glad to see that the garden is…mostly unharmed.”

Kaia’s thought process was immediately snapped back to reality at the sound of that voice. Of his voice. “Ryuji…?” she murmured softly, straightening up a little as she caught sight of him strolling up into the growing group. As he proceeded to rmto mention Desert Rose, which she could only guess was Vira, and call the plant-like creature Fly Trap, she exhaled audibly with a half-lidded expression. Yep. That was him. It seemed he’d returned to his normal flirtatious self. The last time she’d seen him…Kaia’s mind flashed back to the village in flames. He’d been different…terrifying. It was like his mask turned him into a completely different person. “Did…did he just refer to us as….” her silent thought process trailed off, the flower nicknames making sense all of a sudden, “The GARDEN? He did NOT just essentially call us his harem…” He was lucky she was injured. She had a right mind to clobber him right then and there. Lucky for him, Sera interrupted by whispering a few words of encouragement and leading Kaia towards their new destination. When Sera proceeded to make small talk with Ryuji, Kaia purposely averted her gaze and focused on moving her feet without causing her wound too much pain. It was only when he knelt down before her, causing her to stop in her tracks that her violet eyes met his, as she had no choice. "And you, be careful about how much strength you're exerting. This world isn't kind enough for you to push yourself too hard. Okay?" She flinched slightly when his fingers gently ran through her pale blue locks, but immediately her tough façade evaporated, and she took a deep breath. “Ryuji…back in the village, I…I just wanted to say-“ but then just like that, he was gone again, vanishing into the forest. She scoffed inwardly. Curse him for being so…so…. UGH he was just so infuriating. But why did he get under her skin so much??

Again, she didn’t have much time to dwell on this before even more strangers popped out of the woods, joining their little Abnorm flock of sorts. Where were they all coming from? Were they part of the forces that attacked the base? Kaia shifted her weight again back to her other foot uneasily, suddenly becoming aware of just how many Abnorms were now populating the area. Even Patrick burst into the group carrying yet another individual and sliding to an epic halt. She groaned and rubbed her temples. This was way too overwhelming for someone who had just woken up from a coma not even two hours ago. Not realizing she was straying a bit from Sera’s safety, Kaia took a few steps back, as if subconsciously trying to distance herself from the growing mass of entities. Suddenly her back collided with another being she hadn’t noticed was behind her. Whipping around, she shied away from the young dark-haired man she’d just bumped into. He was a good head taller than her at least, and her gaze slowly trailed upward until they made eye contact. “I-I’m sorry, I didn’t see you there,” she stammered in fearful embarrassment, averting her violet eyes away from his sky blue ones. Then all of a sudden it hit her. She was utterly exposed. In the wake of the collapse of the building and tending to her injury, it had totally slipped her mind. She had no cloak. Heck, she didn’t even have a proper shirt, only a mess of tattered bandages covered in soot that concealed the important bits but left her shoulders, collar bone, and lower stomach bare. Thankfully her long hair would cover the tattoo branded into the lower back of her neck for now, but this was dangerous territory. She quickly clapped a hand over her wrist to hide the alien-looking number sequence tattooed there, hoping to come across more like a sheepish, girly female than a fugitive trying to cover up her marks of identification.

 

[Tetro]

Despite their genuine happiness, all these people were a little overwhelming. Kale giggled again when Fashionista called them a southern belle, and put a hat on them. For a moment they actually felt, pretty. Like they were a proper person and not just some creature. Kale was only able to live with it for a moment before it was quite literally snatched from them. They laughed half heartedly in response, knowing it was a joke but still being quite hurt by it. Kale put some space between them and everyone else, backing up slowly as the feathers and enhanced features they had vanished. Kale listened a little and watched them, for no reason really. But what got their attention was a blue haired girl just as quiet as them at the moment, interacting with a taller man who had arrived. His words only made them roll their eyes. "It's because you didn't smell threatening..." they thought to themselves. But they didn't know for sure if he could be trusted. Kale kept themselves prepared to jump on him at any time if they needed to.

Kale took note of the man who was smoking too. Gross. They made sure to especially keep themselves away from him. Kale moved more away from the group, not really feeling like they belonged with them all. They helped Snow out, so they would stay just to make sure nothing else bad happened. Otherwise this entire mess all would have been for nothing. So they scooted a bit towards her. They were getting quite bored though and decided to pass the time by taking large pieces of bark off a nearby tree and crunching it. Kale made sure to take note of everything said. If they were going to be dealing with these people they were going to make sure that they at least knew what was going on. So far everything seemed quite complicated but they a had a good idea in mind as to who belonged where socially. As Kale was about to take another bite of their fifth piece of bark, they went to politely offer Snow some. Their mother always told them it was good to share with friends. "Want a bite?"

Thalia_Neko littleberry

 

[Not Calm]

Te Akiri 'Kotiro' Matiu
// Thalia_Neko // n/a

Lost. Lost. Lost; lost in the woods. Surroundings comprised of sparse foliage. American woodlands. Typical America woodlands. They all look the same after three years. They all act the same. "Except the Californian redwoods. That's different. And, credit to American woodlands, some trees are white! How fancy is that? Almost like home. Almost. Half the size." A slender boy spoke his thoughts aloud in the woods, aware that nobody was around to hear his ramblings. He'd give his flesh and blood to be back home again; to see those trees, feel the foliage and talk with those who shared his culture. America was dull and repetitive, like its inhabitants. Most Americans tried to kill him soon as they'd laid eyes on him. It was due to sheer luck and coincidence that he'd survived as long as he had. He stuck to the wilderness now, careful not to repeat past mistakes involving interaction with the locals. Still, his newly adopted way of life had its downsides. Every American woodland looked the same! Every square mile held very few landmarks. If he weren't vigilant he'd have gotten lost months ago. It was only a matter of time, though, that he'd lose track of himself and end up in a position like this. "Lost. Lost. Lost; lost in the woods." A comforting phrase with a dark truth behind it. He couldn't find his camp. All his supplies, spare clothes and memories from home left to rust and wilt in America's hands. He'd been walking in circles for hours now, and the sun was beginning to set.

Still, he wouldn't abandon his ways. Even if his belongings were forever lost, destined to overgrowth and reclamation by Mother Nature, his isolation had kept him safe for many months now. Less can be said for Americans. Humans had been unkind to him since his arrival. Unkind and confusing. He knew nature. He bonded with nature. Nature had, as far as he could tell, adapted to the new atmosphere on Earth. The Dark World hasn't harmed plantlife as horribly as everything else. Humanity couldn't say the same. No, humanity was befallen by a plague. America had it much worse than Kawau. Americans received their dosage of radiation en masse, and it changed them. It changed some of them, at least. It brought disgusting disfiguration and unnatural powers. Unnatural powers were never meant for humans. That's why they're unnatural. Unnatural powers drive humans mad. They turn on one another. They're untrustworthy now, all of them. Scary. He'd given up hope, albeit temporarily. He needed a break, and staying away from humanity is exactly what he needed.

Civilization confused him. Humanity confused him. Abnormalities confused him. All of it, all of America, confused him. Still, he didn't hate it. He didn't mind the repetitive woodlands; they'd kept him alive for so long he couldn't bring himself to hate them anymore. He didn't care if someone was a little abnormal; they're still human! Humans aren't horrible, but horrible things happen, and sometimes humans act horribly because of it. What happened three decades ago? It was horrible. It's effects now are even worse. Madness can, and should, be expected of the general population. After all, they're only human.

~~~

"Oh my- no!" Kotiro threw his arms in the air, breaking into a sprint towards his supply cache. A brown wolf was rummaging through his berries! "Go! Get!" He yelled out, picking up a stick on his way over and swinging it violently in front of him. The wolf took a defensive stance, its muzzle covered in blue and purple berry juice as it growled. "Come on! Stupid dog! Mangy mutt! Filthy animal!" Kotiro straightened his back and spread out his arms, holding the stick in front of him to defend against a potential attack. The attack didn't come as expected, though. The wolf began to whimper and whine, promptly scurrying off shortly after Kotiro changed his stance. Smiling, Kotiro let out a celebratory "Whoo!" that echoed through the woods.

Still, his essential supplies were ruined. His bag was tore, his berries all either tainted or eaten, and most his medicinal leaves had at least been licked. "Damned animal..." 'Damn' was one of Kotiro's favorite words since arriving in America. Such a unique, versatile word to express frustration! He didn't have such interesting words back home. Most that bared similarities had been banned before his birth to maintain the purity of the Tribe.

While assessing the damages to his supplies, Kotiro heard many footsteps behind him. Many footsteps. Pawsteps? He turned slowly, maintaining a crouched position. He found three or four wolves inspecting him a few meters away, hiding amongst the foliage. Who knew how many were there that he couldn't see? Again, very slowly, he began putting things back in his torn bag. Big things like his tent and tools would have to be picked up later. Right now, Kotiro needed to run.

As soon as he heard more pawsteps behind him, Kotiro scooped up his bag and ran. More pawsteps followed. They'd be faster than him, and the woodlands were their natural hunting grounds. It'd be an impossible escape. He ran in the direction of the sun, hoping it would light his path. He jumped overgrown roots, weaved between trees and scouted ahead with his eyes. Nothing. Woodlands for miles, probably. He turned abruptly, hoping to throw off the predators behind him, and an amazing sight came into view; a house! Just beyond the treeline was a green field, lush with overgrown grass and hills, and off in the distance he saw the silhouette of a home! A rather large home, too! If he could just stall the wolves for two minutes he might be able to reach it and find safety. Just maybe.

Kotiro turned to face his predators, only to be knocked to the ground before making a move. He felt teeth tearing at his clothes, pulling at his skin. They went for the legs first, hoping to immobilize him. "No! Agh, off! Get off!" He squirmed, putting his fist inside a wolf's mouth in an attempt to stun it. The wolf pulled back, giving the boy hope. He twisted his body so he was on his stomach and gripped a tree with both hands, abruptly pulling himself forwards. The remaining wolves pulled back for a moment to assess the situation, giving Kotiro time to slip his bag off and continue running. He lost everything, but maintained his life for a little while longer. It wasn't the first time and it certainly wouldn't be the last. He should've done it sooner... He'd be in less pain.

Running up the hills was painful. He had four or five bite marks on his legs. Bad ones, too. One bite landed him a nasty wound in his upper left arm as well. He could treat them with the proper supplies... Supplies he'd held in his bag. All he could hope for was a friendly face behind the door to the mansion in front of him.

Once he'd arrived at what he presumed to be a rear door (since it appeared to lead into a kitchen rather than a proper entryway,) Kotiro gave two or three brisk knocks with his unbitten arm with low hopes and a long face.

 

[Thalia_Neko]

Vira

He was finishing wiping off her face. Which had been stained with dried blood. She had a bandage over a bruise on the side of her face, and bandages around her forehead for something similar. She leaned forward, so he could check her back bandages. Meanwhile she was lost deep in thought. 'My power... ' She closed her eyes, at the exact moment he touched her. It looked like she was wincing in pain, but it was a different sort of pain the dark-haired woman was feeling. '..It failed me..' she solemnly reiterated in her head. Her fight with Big One flashed through her mind, as if she had been a mere observer. Yet the hits she felt then, and felt repeated in her mind now, hurt like hell. The very hits that the man beside her had taken such time to address, clean, medicate, and bandage.

"You're lucky," he guessed, as he felt around her chest, being respectful of her womanly features. He continued flatly, despite his surprise at the state she was in, as he inspected her, "No broken ribs." Frankly that was miraculous. She still hadn't told him what happened; as distant and difficult as always. However, by the state he found her in -he could easily guess. Though, he did question the fact it looked like she fell from the sky. Not that he was imagining he'd get any answers from her. Same old Vira. Did she ever change? "You took quite a beating," he stated, rubbing some medicant on her, before he pulled out some gauze to wrap around some bruise or wound. He reached for the wet rag and rang it out, before wiping another injury on her, washing off the red. That he once again rang out into the pool of water, turning it pinkish. He then repeated his previous action, applying some medicant, before wrapping that injury up, too. "Care to tell me about it?.." he asked, leaving that hanging in the air, as he continued his dutiful doctoring.

Her eyes diverted to the side, the outside world beyond the window mirrored in her glassy gaze. Not a peep from her. She didn't even whine or make a noise when he touched her injuries. He was sure they hurt, and stung fiercely when he applied the medication. Not a single sound. Worrisome. Wringing out the rag once more, turning the bucket dark red, his tired, old eyes peered up at her from the top of his spectacles. Had she grown even more distant in her age? He ventured once more, "Vira..?"

That made her eye twitch, and she even turned her head slightly. "There's nothing to tell," she answered dismissively, turning almost completely away from him this time. She heard him sigh loudly, scooting his wheelie chair around to face her. He brushed some of her loose black hair out of her face, staring at her, until her eyes moved and finally connected with his.

"Vira. You know you can talk to me about these things. I care about you -"
She interrupted him, "Just finish."
He looked like she had slapped him when her words were finished. He then closed his eyes, said, "Very well," and got back to work.

'...Failed me. My power.. ' She gently shook her head. Ever since.. then -her power had subtly got stronger. Or she had forcibly made it stronger, by training it. She could thank her father for that. He really drilled her hard. It paid dividends in the long run, but back then she recalled hating him, hating the pain she was forced to endure. Hating the pain he made Ellie feel, when he trained her. Hating Ellie, for being so weak. Hating Ellie for holding them both back.

'It didn't fail you, Vira,' a voice spoke up. Speaking of Ellie..

She 'blinked', and opened her eyes into a darkness, with Ellie standing there in front of her. Her head was inclined down to stare at the short light blonde girl. Vira gestured over her entire body, covered in nothing but bandages. 'Then what do you call this?!' she 'shouted' at her sister. 'I nearly died, Ellie! If it weren't for Anesha's wish power..'

'Jackson was there.'

Vira waved her hands, 'Gah!' She growled, turning aggressively away from Ellie. 'Useless! Jackson was useless! Big One was strong enough to snap him in half, too! He would've killed Jackson, if the idiot got in the way. Then me. Then everyone else!' She drew her body in, hand reaching across her body, grabbing her other arm, rubbing it. It was easily the weakest and most pathetic Vira ever looked. Luckily it was within her own mind, where no one could see. With head hanging low, eyes downcast, she murmured, 'Face it. My power failed. It isn't all it's cracked up to be.. '

'You thought yourself invincible?'

That question made her look at her sister in surprise -just hearing it. Casting her gaze away, she mumbled and shrugged. 'Iuno.. No..! Of course not... That's stupid..!'

'Vira.' Ellie managed to chastise her, with a single word.

The taller female winced. 'Stupid.. stupid, stupid, stupid.' She tilted her head, clenching her teeth, closing her eyes. 'I thought I could count on it... I thought my power.. my power.. my power...'

'Your power what, Vira?..'

'I thought my power was the one thing I could rely on!! But, no! It's useless!!' she 'shouted', rounding back on Ellie, chest heaving with heavy breaths, eyes wide, angered, but shaky with unfallen tears. Then she saw: she was alone. 'Ellie..?'
'Ellie?..'
'Ellie!'


Meanwhile, Vira's head lulled, and she fell back on the pillow, making the man scoot back at the suddenness of it, as he had been in the middle of inspecting her bruised shoulder. "Vira?!" he gasped out in concern, leaning over her. He poked her a few places, moved her, opened her eyelids to look at her eye. He leaned back, sighing heavily, before putting away his tools. Just needed rest. That's all. He scooted his chair, and got up. That's when he heard the knocking from downstairs.

Raising his eyebrow, cocking his head, wondering who that could be, the man readied to go check. He gave one final look at the woman laying in the bed. He then turned and left the room, wiping his hands. Moments later, he appeared downstairs, in the kitchen entrance. He had that same bewildered look on his face. Why wasn't this man using the front door? It was on the other side of the house.. He opened the door just barely, asking, "Yes? What do you want? Who are you?.." He noticed immediately the wounds on the man. Then he peered beyond the man there. A moment later, his tune was much softer, as he opened the door wider, gesturing for him to come in. "Quick, get in. Come, come!"

"Can't be too sure in these times.. Now who are you?" he asked, quickly gathering up some tools in the drawers here in the kitchen. It seemed he had another patient. What were the odds?

Not Calm

Tela "Fashionista" Powers​

"Dating??!?!~" she chimed, head flicking his way, eyebrow raised, as if she didn't get his meaning. "Silly, koala! This girl's so cute! I'm sure she's ready for a boyfriend, too! You need a girlfriend, she needs a boyfriend..~" She did the little 'back and forth' dance with her eyes and hands. "See~ee?? Is perf!!" she squeaked. Her hands clenching, as she hopped up, while crunching the forest floor, as she landed back on her feet. The motion flopped her white pigtails so adorably.

She glanced to the side, when a male's voice spoke up. "Huu~uuh? Hey oblivious peeps!" she pointed at the guy standing on the fringes. "There's a noisy guy there." She didn't recognize him as a leftover goon from The One. "Is he wit yews?" She leaned towards no one in particular, 'nudging' with her elbow. She loud-whispered, "He's kinda creepy." You'd think someone like Fashionista wouldn't be bugged by 'creepiness', considering Hector.

Kiroshiven Kallo
@ everyone

 

[Syphe]

This life is never uneventful, isn't it? Not too long ago their new found base had been totaled, alongside all of Sera's hopes and supplies. A frown crept onto her face as she takes inventory on how much she lost in that building -- albeit not much, but all the more important. Sera didn't even have her backpack with her. Really, the only thing she could call her own was her life and the trusty knife resting in a little holster on her waist. Oh, and Kaia is her patient as well. The fact that she froze her injury was a neat little trick, it should buy some time until they could get to a place where she wouldn't have to move much -- taking advantage of the stuff in Patrick's bag.

"Glad to see the old geezer is still kicking." She said with a subtle chuckle. "You know, smoking is bad for the kids." If he actually stopped smoking though, Sera will become a heavy chain-smokin' commando.

Rummaging through the sack without being too intrusive as possible, she took note of the basics. 'What I am really looking for are tougher gauze and medical tape for a heavy duty patch-up... but of course, there is nothing of the sort. There never is! All there is are just random assortments of gauze and there seemed to be a roll of dusty duct... tape... wait.. Oh Kaia... enjoy the frozen treatment while it lasts...' Stowing some of the gauze and the tape into the larger pockets located lower down the leg, Sera returned the bag with a genuine "Thank you."

Moving along to another person nearby, it seemed as if they weren't really what met the eye. Kale seemed to be enjoying herself(?) talking to Fashionista. The way they talked, adopting fake accents was entertaining to listen to. Admittedly, Sera was guilty of many instances of teasing a friend of their way of speech. There's something she isn't going to be sharing to the younger children, but boy were their reactions hilarious; save for the more physical reaction. In any case, Sera held her tongue here, but listened to the conversation Kale had whilst her surprisingly beautiful feathers were spread out behind. An interesting person to say the least. She felt guilty of how she may have come off earlier, but to be fair: they'd just got away from a near-death situation. The timing could not be worse but what's done is done. But what happened next was absolutely priceless!

"Want a bite?" Kale held out a piece of bark from a tree that they were munching on. 'Poor tree,' Sera thought and stopped, 'Not sure why I thought that. Maybe Kore is rubbing off on me... speaking of her though, hopefully she doesn't notice someone snacking on one of the trees...' Turning her attention back to Kale's offer, Sera grinned widely and could not contain her laughter. "S-sorry, Kale. I'm not laughing at... laughing at you haha!" Bringing a hand to cover her mouth, Sera took a moment to recompose herself before continuing, "That's very nice of you Kale, I'm sure Snow appreciates the offer, but we don't really eat that part of a tree." She gave a apologetic look, before adding, "Maybe if you come along, we'll get another chance to share food. That is, if you don't already have a place to get to."

Sera raised her voice to call out the rest of the group, reminding them that they should get going. Seeing with all the commotion, no doubt that they had attracted attention, possibly even incurring more gang raids -- just speculation but anything can happen at this point. To follow through, Sera stepped forward in the direction that Scarlett and the other people had taken. As she helped Kaia move along however, she noticed her trying to make herself smaller. It really did not occur to her until now that coverage was indeed an important concept, with the usual exceptions. There was also another detail.

"I understand you wanting to cover yourself. My bad for not grabbing something for you before we left the building. Though, I have to say, I wasn't aware that a girl's wrists should be covered." She said in a joking tone.


Tyra
Iamthemanfish
Tetro
Thalia_Neko
littleberry
@ everyone within earshot of Sera

 

[Not Calm]

Te Akiri 'Kotiro' Matiu
// Thalia_Neko // n/a

The wait to see if anyone would answer the door was agonizing. Horrifying. He'd hate to break into a potentially occupied home if nobody did come to the door... It might be his best shot at survival given his injuries, though. The next building could be miles out and the wolves could still be tracking him. Only time would tell. And it did! Footsteps came from inside, starting high and slowly getting lower as if someone were walking down a set of stairs. Perfect! Amazing! Provided they didn't shove a gun in his face upon opening the door, or save themselves the hassle and just shoot him through the door. He could see the man approach through a small window in the door shortly after hearing his steps. Kotiro was having a hard time telling if the look on the man's face was cross or confused. Likely both given the current situation.

The door cracked open enough for the man's voice to be heard. His voice was quick, as if he wanted the encounter to be over as quickly as possible. He probably did. A stranger showed up out of nowhere and bloodied his backyard; it'd be reasonable for Kotiro to be turned away. The man's mood changed fairly quick, however, presumably upon noticing the wounds left by the feral wolf pack. His voice became warmer, albeit with some added urgency. Thankfully the man was willing to let Kotiro into his home. His large, elaborate mansion home. How fun! He'd enjoy it a lot more if he weren't oozing crimson.

Kotiro found a barstool next to a counter in the kitchen and sat, wincing a little as the weight was lifted off his legs. As the man repeated his second question, the oddity of the situation dawned on him. He'd hardly ever had to explain himself before... This could get awfully elaborate.

"Oh.. How much are you interested in hearing? It's a good story if you have the time! If we're going with a minimalist's approach, though, I'm Te Akiri Matiu. Kotiro works, th-" The boy gasped in pain, cutting off his introduction, followed by a short hiss, "Wolves? You have those. In abundance." He continued in an attempt to explain his wounds. His speech was quick, adding to the sense of urgency present.

"Absolutely love your kitchen, by the way."

 

[Thalia_Neko]

"Thank you. Ha, I know seeing a kitchen such as this is a rarity in these days..." He shrugged-shook his head. "Hell, let alone a mansion! Haha!" he joked, as he noticed the darker-skinned male took a stool and sat near a counter. "Uh, no, sir, we should go up..." He shook his head. Nevermind. It would undoubtedly be better to address his wounds upstairs in a proper seat and/or bed, not to mention, take a wash in a bath, but the boy was already sitting there, obviously waiting for help. Which was odd... Did this guy know he was a doctor?.. No, that was probably just a bit of paranoia kicking in. Curse this world! Making people paranoid about even the most innocuous things! Not to mention.. the other guest upstairs. It was a mystery how she would react to seeing a total stranger like this. She never took to it well in the past...

"Heh, often in my profession, do I hear people's stories; if you wish, you may regale me with your tale while I..." He held up the gauze, the medication, and the rag he had just wet at the sink. Yes, he actually had running water. How'd he manage that? Anyway, he paused, as he scooted closer on a stool of his own, setting the supplies on the counter. His old man whiskers curled into a grin, and his wrinkles smoothed out. "Doesn't 'Kotiro' mean 'girl'?" he asked with a joking undertone. "Are you a Pacific Islander?" the old man questioned, as he began looking over the bite on the boy's arm. He began to clean the bite on the boy's upper left arm, while taking note of the other four or so bites around his legs. "That's unique: a rarity among these parts! Why are you here, if you don't mind me asking?" the old man inquired, while finishing up washing the bite, splashing a bucket with water, now tinted pink-red. He proceeded to disinfect the bite wound, and apply the medicant, while finishing up by wrapping it all up. "Now, if you don't mind, sir," he said, pointing towards the boy's legs. "Impressive you managed to make it here with those wounds. Not many would have the tenacity to continue on with their legs tore up like that..." his own praising tone lowered, as his mind drifted to another who he was sure who would endure such wounds.

Not Calm
@ everyone

 

[Not Calm]

Te Akiri 'Kotiro' Matiu
// Thalia_Neko // n/a

A chuckle escaped Kotiro's lips, nearly masked by his heavy breathing, as the man made a remark about the oddity of his mansion. Really, having such a home was a rare sight nowadays that if Kotiro had been in any worse condition when he'd seen it he'd have thought it to be a mirage; like an oasis in the desert. He could see now, with absolute certainty, that this oasis was real. Though, he figured there was a small possibility he was unconscious in woodlands he'd been attacked in... His escape did seem awful dreamlike, after all. Oh, but whatever! There's no reason not to relish in a situation like this. This happens once in a lifetime nowadays!

Kotiro smiled at the man's remark about allowing him to tell his tale. He happily opened his mouth, ready to start from the start, but was cut off by running water. His eyes widened and his mouth shut. Last time he'd seen running water was halfway across the country! This place was starting to feel awful familiar; The Mansion House on Kawau Island provided refuge for the sick and weak in the Tribe back home, and this held many similarities. It made him smile. When the man returned from the sink with supplies, a stool, a grin and a comment his smile faded a bit in embarrassment, "Oh. Well, yeah-" The older man likely didn't hear Kotiro's hushed response before making his next comment. "Yes, to both. I'm surprised you know the language! I came from New Zealand, around-" Kotiro hissed through gritted teeth, his eyes tearing up a little as the man began cleaning the wound on his arm. He made sure not to squirm too much. He knew how annoying that could get.

The man continued asking questions, something Kotiro was thankful for. Anything to keep him distracted from the searing pain in his arm. "I'm part of a small group that was sent to America, scouting for places to migrate the tribe. We sent scouting parties all over. America was..." The boy drifted off for a moment, trying to focus on anything but the pain in his arm, "it was a bad choice. A mistake." He finished his statement as the man wrapped up the wound. Phew... one down.

"I think the adrenaline was what kept me moving. I couldn't feel it much until I stopped moving when I got here. I'm lucky, though, if a bit greedy... Greed put me here." He should've left his bag in the woods to keep the wolves occupied much earlier. Maybe he should've just left it where it was initially... Needless to say, there was a lot he would change about the situation if he could.

 

[Drook]

Henry’s eyes widened at the man’s response. Even if she was tough like the rest of the group he wasn’t sure if leaving her by her lonesome was the greatest idea. “Taking a hit like that may require immediate medical attention. Even if she’s strong she could suffer from severe injuries if she’s not a regenerator like the redhead from before.” His words showed his concern for the woman. Though he had just met her he felt like he owed her a debt. After all if she had no pushed him out of the way he would most likely have a whole through his chest from the previous attack. He also felt bad for misleading her about his true intentions about coming to the base. It was part of the reason why he spoke the way the he did towards the young lady when she apologized for attacking him early. His voice showed compassion and sympathy towards her reasoning, but at the same time it was obvious he was scowling her.


“There’s no reason to apologize to me though I doubt that I can speak for everyone else. You were trying to protect your family which is indeed admirable, but I expect you to make better choices in the future. You put a lot of lives at risk here which is highly unacceptable.” Henry’s eyes met with hers as a look of disapproval formed over his face. She reminded him of a younger version of himself. The words he spoke now would be something similar to what he would have told himself during his violent career as a gang member. In truth he found his tone and wording to be a bit hypocritical as he was no better then she was when he was younger. His expression eventually changed towards her making it obvious of what he was thinking. The disappointment in himself. He wanted to attempt to rearrange what he had said to her or to simply add something to it to lighten what he had just said, but he kept it as it was. He couldn’t bring himself to speak again. He spoke no other words to her as his voice rang silent as the others continued to speak. His head tilted down as his eyes made contact with the ground. He began fidgeting with one of his torn belt loops he had received during the fight with Crusher. His thoughts were scattered and even his calm expression from before was now of discontent. He didn’t even bother to acknowledge the ever growing beings that began popping up. Even if he wanted to say something it would mean nothing. He was about to leave the group to search for the missing woman until he was caught by surprise by someone bumping into them. It was obvious an accident due to her quick apology and reaction towards him. He was taller then her so he wasn’t even sure how he didn’t see her walk into him though he may have been more lost in his thoughts then he had realized. “It’s okay. It was an accide-“ his voice suddenly cut off as he saw something on her wrist. He couldn’t make out what it was due to her quick reaction on covering it up, but her reaction is what gave it away. It was a reaction he had seen many times in his life. Those who covered their marks during their times as slaves. Maybe he was overreacting or perhaps just overthinking the idea, but he wanted to be sure. If his theory was true he probably couldn’t bring himself to look at her ever again despite this being their first meeting. His eyes softened as he tried to look at her. Which was difficult seeing how she wouldn’t look him in the eyes. His hand stopped its fidgeting as he brought it gently to her arm where he saw the mark. While his other hand softly relaxed itself on the hand covering the mark. At first he couldn’t manage to speak the necessary words, but he managed to clear his mind before asking what needed to be said. “May I......please take a look at your wrist?” His voice was soft but a bit shaky as his eyes were glued to her wrist. He could practically feel his heart beat out of his chest as he awaited her answer.

Clockwork Syringe
Thalia_Neko
Tyra

 

[revior]

Lucca Malkovich
​

"I-it's not like that!" he exclaimed, louder than he intended to.

Lucca's face was red now, he was caught off guard when his smile was noticed, and after having denied it so strongly he knew that Kore would be able to see through him as well as the other girl. At this rate, he's going to be teased to death.

"Whatever, I'm going on ahead!" he said, gathering his strength and broke free from Kore's grasp, even more embarrassed now as he is painfully conscious that he's acting like a kid, and now he just wants to get away and hope that they forget about this sometime later.

Moving on ahead, Lucca tracked the footprints to a mansion of all place, one that is very intact by the looks of it, and he can't help but put his guard up. After all, a place as fancy as this should have been ransacked ages ago. To be still standing, someone must be guarding it, someone rather powerful perhaps.

Now then, should he head on in to investigate, or should he wait for the rest? He takes his time to decide.

Thalia_Neko FrostFire littleberry Kiroshiven

 

[Kallo]

He sighs to himself, eventually turning simply over towards Fashinista before shrugging to himself, holding out his hand in more of a greeting gesture with a slight bit of a frown. "So...I'm guessing you're not quite with this group either then? Shame...seems like an...interesting bunch doesn't it?" Half seeming to be joking at this point as he watched one of the members bolt off from the rests of them. Rolling his eyes for a moment before starting to mutter softly to himself. Glancing back over as he simply kept the hand out while waiting.

(Interacting with: Thalia_Neko ) (Mentioning revior )

 

[Thalia_Neko]

Hearing the boy's hiss nearly started the man. It did make him glance over at the tanned face. It was in stark contrast to the patient upstairs, he noticed. That woman who made no peeps at all. And her wounds were worse. Well... sorta. His wounds were actually worse. But he only had a few of them, centralized to his extremities. Her wounds were literally all over her body, and in much larger quantities. It had actually take well over an hour to address them all. It was no wonder that she passed out from it all. In fact, he was surprised to find her alive at all. From what he could tell happened.

Vira.. he never thought he'd see her again. The vision of a little girl filled his mind while he worked on this boy's wounds. He shook his head, and wiped his forehead to relieve it of sweat. The images vanished, too, when he opened his eyes once more. She was the same old Vira. As impetuous, reckless, and confrontational as always. He could tell. Normal people didn't get in fights that ended up with wounds like the one's she had. He scooted to a better position, grabbing for the boy's legs, to clean them now. As he did so, he wondered if this boy was the same. Was he a confrontational, aggressive person like the woman upstairs? Is that what lead to these wounds? But no, he mentioned wolves. And sure enough, these were bites, obviously.

"I know some of the language," he replied, working on cleaning the boy's legs. "Studied it some back in the university. -O-oh, haha! That's a type of educational institution that was around before the third world war.. Gone now, though.. obviously, heh." He shook his head, lamenting that fact. "Shame, too. All that knowledge lost." The man drew in a breath, to respond if it was a bad idea or not, "I agree, I imagine it was. Hah hah. Still, quite interesting! Even now, people are wanting to come to America.. " he mused. He shook his head. "Not sure that's such a great idea, though. Greed..? How so?" he asked, nearly done. Through the conversation, he had managed to thoroughly clean two of the bites on his legs, and patched them up. He was now working on the last two. Cleaning them, medicating them, and bandaging them. Just two to go.

Not Calm
@ everyone

Tela "Fashionista" Powers​

Hearing someone speaking to her, Fashionista turned to face the voice. Oh. It was that odd man she pointed out from before! "Um, you could say that! You could say that, too~~!" she chimed merrily, snatching his hand with her own. She gave it a surprisingly forceful shake, really putting her shoulder and elbow into it. "I'm Tela! But you can call me Fashionista!" She released his hand, then did a twirl in place, her outfit changing into a glittery pink tutu as she did so. "Weee~ everyone else does!~"

Kallo

 

[Kallo]

He was, to be fair somewhat startled by how much force was put into the handshake, struggling to keep his own arm from jerking around along with his shoulder. Having went to release the grip after a second or so of the shake before watching her twirl in place. Simply raising an eyebrow once more as he saw the abnormality in action. "I think I'll just call you Tela…." Saying it more in a matter of fact tone than a teasing tone...showing the fact he was actually being serious about it.

Thalia_Neko

 

[Thalia_Neko]

Tela "Fashionista" Powers​

She finished her twirl. Her outfit changing into something much much more flowy and appropriate for the warm season. "Hmp, you're loss mister!" she replied simply. She shrugged, then gave another little twirl off to who knows where. Just kidding, she was still nearby the group. She was just doing a bit of dancing.

Kallo

 

[Not Calm]

Te Akiri 'Kotiro' Matiu
// Thalia_Neko // n/a

Kotiro continued to hiss and groan through the man's medical efforts, though he went quiet at the mention of a university. It was a concept he was familiar with; he knew such things existed on New Zealand's mainland, and had heard some elders of the Tribe talking about similar concepts, but he'd never seen any firsthand in his lifetime until arriving in America. His first interaction, actually, was a group that functioned around the remains of the San Diego branch of the University of California! It was a stellar institute, well preserved and still semi-functional for members of the community. It painted an amazing picture of America at a glance, but such safe-havens were sparse and hardly as welcoming. Three years later, now, and Kotiro still hadn't found anything that even came close to rivaling that of the University.

The tribal boy's eyes widened at the older man's acceptance when it came to Kotiro's blatant insulting of America. If someone had insulted his homeland Kotiro couldn't possibly will himself to be as forgiving, or agreeing.

"See," Kotiro started his reasoning for using the word 'greed', "these wounds, this bloodshed, this waste of time- it was preventable. A wolf was rummaging through my things while I was away. I should've left it. It looked dangerous. The wildlife you have here is different in that area; see, at home, Kawau Island, the ecosystem is pretty. We have no wolves, or bears, or mountain lions. In my frustration, I forgot. Oh, but I scared it off! I scared off one of the pack, and angered the rest when they arrived shortly after. Even then, I succumbed to greed. I ran with the bag. I doubt they wanted me; they wanted the berries in my bag. I wanted them, too. Wolves, feral dogs- they aren't keen on sharing, and that put me in your home." The illiterate boy made a bad habit of running off with his words, given the chance. He spoke fluently, just as he was taught.

 

[Tall Bear]

Luciellia had been wandering around in the woods for a few days now. She was in between bountys, and these times were always hard for her. Without a job to be doing she usually just wandered around, until she found the next town with a grudge. She noted that it was getting quite dark outside, and hopped down from her place in the trees, hitting the ground with a very light thud. She brushed herself off and started walking around, looking for somewhere for her to set up shop. As she wandered out into a clearing, she noted a pack of wolves. She was lucky enough to be down wind of them, so as long as she stayed quiet she would have bet she'd be fine. Rushing a little, she hurried to the back door of a large mansion, where the wolves seemed to be leaving from. She walked around for a bit, before finding an open window. She pushed it open a little further so she could pull herself up and through it, and then vault onto the floor. Her landing was a tad louder than she would have liked it to be- but in a house this size, she doubted that anything heard her.

Lucy looked around the place curiously, admiring how nice it was. She hadn't seen a place like this in maybe a year. Not even most of her employers had a place this fancy. She walked through the halls aimlessly for a bit, before her stomach started growling at her. She frowned, picking up her pace and powering through the hunger cramps.

She had made it just about to the kitchen when she started to hear voices, and stopped dead in her tracks

 

[Thalia_Neko]

"A wolf pack, huh? Forgive me for saying this, but I'm glad that they're out there. They're rare nowadays.. I hope they're finding enough food to eat." The man had just discovered the answer to the mystery! Despite what Kotiro just said. "Ah, probably why they went after you, my good fellow! There's meat on your bones!" He joked, plopping his hand down on the boy's leg and giving it a playful jostle. "Ha ha ha. Just kidding! -What's that look for? Old gray men need to laugh too, especially in these lonely, trying times! 'Laughter is a form of medicine', after all. Hah hah hah!"

All through that, he was at work. If anything, he worked quicker while having fun. The boy probably didn't even notice, since he was rambling about his home and the wolves and stuff a moment ago. "Anyway, there, all done!" he confirmed, finishing bandaging up the final two bites, with medication stinging against the cleaned wounds. He scooted back, and stood up, giving himself a stretch. A bone popped and his hand clapped against his back. "Augh, old brittle bones, yeesh," he admonished his own body. "Don't fail me now!"

thetasfiasco
Tall Bear

 

[Not Calm]

Te Akiri 'Kotiro' Matiu
// Thalia_Neko // Tall Bear

A short smile grew on Kotiro's face when he mentioned that it was good for the wolves to be out there. "Yeah, mate. Maybe your ecosystem is starting to bounce back?" He suggested, the positive thought swimming about in his head as the man continued. He'd laughed along when the man joked about there being meat on his bones, if only a little, "Yeah, not as much as it seems I'm sure. Berries and leaves don't provide much." He adopted a more serious tone when it came to his dietary habits. His nomadic lifestyle was taxing, and he could never find enough to properly fill him up. He was constantly hungry, and there was little he could do about it. The few proper meals he'd eaten in the last three years had horrible effects on his body due to the sudden change in calorie intake anyways, so he wasn't complaining too much.

Kotiro stood when the man said that his work was done, and his mind briefly stuck to the question of what they'd do now. His things outside were undoubtedly ruined, aside from a few personal objects that he'd have to retrieve at some point, and gathering supplies to replace those he'd lost could take months. He wasn't too keen on getting started on such an arduous task. He didn't have time to hear the old man's opinions, though, as the man damn-near collapsed as he began stretching! "Oh-!" Kotiro exclaimed, unsure of what to do, "Come on, sit back down..." He put a hand on the man's shoulder and the other near his ribcage, guiding him back down to his seat. "Sounds like it might be my turn to help you out, mate..."

He crouched down, looking up at the old man, "I'm no stranger to this sort of thing, you know. My task- my designate role in my tribe, is Medicinal Expert. That's what the tattoo is for." He spoke with a pride for his tribe, and a slightly forced tribal accent, and gestured towards his facial tattoo. He had an accent typical of the Australian area when he spoke normally, but he put on the accent of his elders with tribal roots when he wanted to express pride. "How does a warm bath sound? Or, if you're sparse on water, I could warm up some rocks and towels? Either way, we should try to get you somewhere more comfortable..." He definitely didn't want to force anything on the man, but leaving him with a sore body would be against his nature.

 

[FrostFire]

Kore Dair

Spoiler: Image

Kore nodded curtly in response to Scarlett's comment on 'fetching' Vira. What came next out of the little girls gob pleased her greatly... Heh, so the little brat considered her family? No doubt she was referring to the other, no one in the group had interacted with Kore in the past week before that day - it had been a painful transition of consciousness for both of them, and they had suffered it alone.
Despite this, Kore took careful note of that the little bull said, it would undoubtedly come in handy later on, and a soft smile was sent in the direction of Scarlett to indicate Kore's appreciation of her words.

"Awww, Lucca. C'mon I was only-", she began before he stormed off, tantrum in full swing. She stood there for a second, a mildly shocked expression on her face - she hadn't expected such an... Explosive reaction. Well, of course she saw right through it, but she decided it would be better to pretend she hadn't... This would be harder than she thought.
"Lucca! Don't just- Ugh.", she sighed exasperatedly, rolling her eyes. Of course he didn't consider the dangers of running off alone before he actually did. And acting like a child to boot...
Trotting after him, she caught up relatively quickly, walking up behind him as she scanned the large building, so out of place in her domain. "Huh.", she had never seen this before, or been aware of it. The trees... They spoke to the other much more freely than they spoke to her - they disapproved of her hijacking. Not that they had stopped communicating altogether, but now they would only tell her things if it was absolutely necessary. It annoyed her, and lead to situations such as this, where she was unaware... Although they did whisper faintly of wolves nearby - truly a rare and unique sight! Kore was almost excited by the idea. They must have been hunting something, food was so hard to come by they might have even been hunting that something for weeks - likely a person now within this large house. Well, if they knew what was good for them, as animals like that often did, they would stay well away from her. She didn't fancy their chances.

"Welp.", she exclaimed decidedly, marching past Lucca and towards what was obviously the front door. "No point in just standing around like trees, now is there? Unless you'd like to be eaten by bloodthirsty wolves?", she addressed Lucca, dead serious as she strode away from him, climbing the steps to the front door. Huh, there was even one of those knocker type things, she grabbed it confidently, lifting the heavy metal ring and bringing it down with three booming thuds that she could hear echoing around the whole house.
Sure, the person in there may have been dangerous - however she deduced they were at the very least a neutral party, why else would they carry a presumably half dead Vira all the way here? If they wanted her dead they would have just left her there or finished the job, and kidnapping such an injured woman would hardly be useful - what could someone this wealthy and powerful want with a half-dead, drunk swordswoman? Kore could think of nothing.

Kiroshiven revior Thalia_Neko Not Calm Tall Bear

 

[Kallo]

He blinked a few times before crossing his arms over his chest, raising an eyebrow for a second at the dancing she was doing before noticing another figure bolting off in the same direction as the last person to have left. Rolling his eyes slightly as he looks around once more before looking back at Tela. "I've just realized I aught to say my name shouldn't I?" He spoke, once again with more of a flat voice, almost as if he was still analyzing everything that was going on.

Thalia_Neko

 

[Tall Bear]

Luceillia could hear the knock from her spot all the way right outside the kitchen. She was startled, jumping so much so that she nearly fell over. In her startled panic she was so caught up on turning around and peering down the hallway in the direction of the knock, that she forgot she should maybe have moved out of plain sight.

FrostFire Thalia_Neko Not Calm

 

[littleberry]

Delia
(short post sorry! Just trying to get back in it)

Interacting with: Kiroshiven FrostFire revior
Delia grinned when the plant lady offered to help compensate her for the idiot cow boys mistake. Looking at the little red head girl, she grinned, more at ease now. “Hi Scarlett.”

The little one was pretty cute, reminding her of her sister. Though this girl talked very strange... Interesting. Though Delia hadn’t gotten to see her grow up to be this old, her sister had spoken the same way. Delia shook her head to clear the thought, putting her hands on her hips. Looking to the woman who commented on her “little trick” she tensed a bit. “Just a really good observer. Anyone can tell it was a man from the foot print.” Probably not but oh well. She would never ever admit that she was anything close to being like these weirdos.

“I guess I will figure out who you and your “family” are. I’m Delia.” She followed them as they walked further and further in the woods. Looking around she bit her lip a bit at the rather large house. “Whoever said crime doesn’t pay was so lying because this guy, who is clearly mixed up in your whole abnorm gang thing, is living pretty darn well.” Her senses were put on red alert when she heard the wolves though and followed Kore as she pushed the idiot cow boy to the front door. She was so not getting eaten in the woods. No way no how.​

Snow
(Please tell me if I missed something and sorry in advance 0.0)

Interacting with: Tetro Kallo Drook Syphe Kiroshiven Thalia_Neko Tyra Clockwork Syringe Iamthemanfish ShadowBroker @ Anyone else I might have missed 0.0

Snow looked at Jackson as his, rather impressive, arms uncrossed. A breath escaped her lips as she smiled, seeing the situation calm down. Snow eyed Vira’s sword in her friends hands, dread filling her stomach. Was she okay? Was she alone? Did she know they were coming for her? So many people had been hurt today. She remembered how quiet her life had been before that fateful day. Still… she wouldn’t trade it for anything. “You aren’t okay Sera, so no, not everyone is fine.” Snow whispered, admiring her friends strength. Turning back to the three new members to their little Abnorm group. Kale, who had been so hostile, was… Snow had no idea what they were doing with the girl Tela. Playing dress up? Tela had flustered Snow that was for certain talking about dating… that was just… so not something she was focused on. Sure… Snow knew of love. Sebastian ran across her mind, the memory unable to be kept at bay.

Spoiler: Snow and her Love

He was laughing as they laid on a hill, staring up at the sky. Clouds passed them by. She looked at him only to find his gaze was already on her. “We are going to get to New Asia one of these days. You won’t be hunted there. The WG has no jurisdiction or power.” Their hands intertwined as she laughed, rubbing her thumb over his. “And we’ll have a small house. A place of our own.” Sebastian nodded, rolling over on top of her, caressing her cheek in his calloused hand. He worked in the fields in a town over, trying to farm useless dirt. He moved rocks from the earth and travelled into the forests to bring the plants from there into the more accessible fields. He worked from sunup to sundown. Days like these were far and few. “I am going to give you the world Snow.” She leaned up, brushing her lips against his. Her skin was soft, her thorns having not been aggravated for months. “All I want is a world with you. I don’t need anything else.” He kissed her so softly she could feel her heart melting in love. Pulling back, he pulled a small ring made of flower stems from the few pretty weeds that grew in this part of the world. “What if I just give you my last name?”


Snow stared at her empty hand and blinked away any hints of emotion from her eyes. No time for any of that now. She wasn’t ever going to be able to lay on a hill with someone who loved her. If she didn’t want to lose anymore people she would have to fight. No one would be giving her the world. Looking away from the two girls she saw Patrick and Third as they came running into view. Was he carrying her… Snow looked away quickly. So that was why he had been gone for so long. THAT was the ‘INVOLVEMENT’ he had with the Wardens. Good for him. Still, even with the sting in her heart from her blood being again outraged, she was so happy to see them safe. He turned to her, cigarette in his mouth. Snow looked him over, seeing how being so powered up had affected him. “I don’t know Patrick… she was gone just as you were.” Snow paused, still unsure of herself since the slap in the face his reality check had been of her usefulness. “I’m glad you two are okay… I was worried when you just left-”

Snow stopped herself from finishing that thought. When you just left me with this clearly not completely friendly Kore. “Scarlett went after Vira and Ryu and Kore went as well so we can follow them. Vira’s… she’s lost.” She turned her head away from him, her thorns shooting through her as if a visible reaction of her need for him not to come any closer. She didn’t want him to be disappointed in just how not well she was reacting to the warring emotions in her. Snow’s eyes narrowed in on Crow as he protested to the dating as well. A small smile crossed her lips. But that smile vanished as she flushed up her chest to her cheeks when he took off his shirt. She quickly looked away, cursing all the men in this group (mainly Ryu though sometimes Vira who would walk around in just a shirt in the days past) who thought it was just…. OKAY to be half naked… ugh. Still… Snow’s blood sung loudly at power. She turned to see what was setting it off only to see grenades. Those terrified her. WG equipment. Snow backed away from him, snapping around when another figure just suddenly appeared.

Why were people just… hiding in shrubbery?! God. “Yea I guess not a good combination. But we were just about to leave to go find a friend so are you friendly or not? Because if not then you can’t follow us and I really don’t want to deal with anymore so if you are friendly and just a curious guy then hi, what do you want from us?” Snow was on edge, the song pushing on the corners of her mind. She hadn’t had to deal with this much power surrounding her in a while. It made her self control strain. “Wow there are a lot of big bad people around us huh… so much danger.” She whispered, eyeing everyone around her, licking her lips nervously as her thorns pulsed out further, her hair white now and her eyes bright red. She closed them, breathing in slowly as she tried to get a grip. Slowly the blood song relented, her thorns sliding back inside as her coloring returned… to well normal. The girl Tela began to speak to him as another man, who Kaia bumped into asked to see her wrist. Snow was interested as well, mainly to make sure this guy wasn't a creepy pervy weirdo when Kale came up to her offering her a bite of something... Snow inspected the offering and saw that it was bark. "Oh no I can't eat that. But thank you Kale. Not many people share now a days. I just knew I was right about you!" She grinned a bit, excited that this new person was proving to be good and kind just like Snow suspected them to be.​

 

[Tetro]

Kale took note of Snow calming herself down and the thorns that appeared. It look similar to Kale's spikes when they got angry or were around people they didn't like. What were her powers like then? They knew Snow wasn't like Kale, so the thorns had to be something a bit more than just spikes. Besides, Kale's spikes didn't do much but make it harder for someone to hit them and do damage. So maybe Snow's thorns had something to do with protecting her physically? Kale would have to ask about it when they got the chance. Kale's face got a little dark as Sera laughed, feeling offended and embarrassed. Kale was about to change and give her a good bite to shut her up when Sera explained. Hearing those words, "Maybe if you come along, we'll get another chance to share food. That is, if you don't already have a place to get to." Kale became quiet and just shook their head.

"No, I do not have anywhere to go. I came here because I wanted to eat the victims of the battle, and finish off the wounded. But since none of you are injured, and I had some bark, I won't be doing much more eating for now." They explained plainly, not as friendly as they were just a moment ago. Hearing Snow mention being right about them did peak their curiosity though, and they softened up a little. "What do you mean, you were right about me? Explain." They looked at her and tilted their head. Kale could feel the excitement and happiness coming from Snow, and it was kinda nice. Kale was still irritated by all the people though. All the talking, all the people. It was exhausting just being near them.

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[revior]

Lucca Malkovich
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"Wolves hardly notices me. Very few things do." said Lucca as he watch Kore simply walked up to the door and knocked on it with hardly any care.

Must be nice, he thought, to be so careless of dangers. And he isn't just talking about Kore, but the other girl, Delia as well. At least, she seemed confident in hreself enough to go looking for trouble.

Though in Kore's mind whoever picked up Vira might simply be trying to help, Lucca had another thought. After all, there's plenty of uses for an unconscious yet powerful Abnorm. Handing her over to the WG for example, would make anyone enough money to live off of for weeks, if not months in they were careful. In fact, that was what Lucca had in mind himself, should he find her dead.

"But I suppose we can't just stand around forever."

It should be fine, he told himself, with Kore here, few enemies are too though to beat. And on the off chance that she isn't able to, she'd at least make a good distraction, perhaps enough for Lucca to get behind the hostiles and promptly dispatch them.

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