Fantasy New Oasis: Four Heavenly Kings

[Ramjammer]

Outbreak


Lorette Lècuyer CS LINK

Scene: Outbreak.

Location: Lower Central District.

Participants: Lorette, Hiachi, Missy.


She stood frozen in shock as the child, no Chimera as they revealed themselves. Lorette wasn't sure what she'd expected, but the decidedly feline features staring back at her hadn't once crossed her mind. The child stared impassively at her as Lorette struggled to gather her thoughts. Yes, they weren't human. That was something Lorette had prepared for. To face down something inhuman and utterly unlike her.

Yet, there was just enough Human in the creature, leading the group of children to give her pause. Was this the face of what stalked the shadows of long abandoned warehouses? Had whatever birthed the child in front of her intended for them to look like they did? Or were they the victim of something else? Something that stole people and warped them into a mockery of what they once were?

The child spoke in a halting and stilted way as they questioned the trio's presence in their territory. Speech didn't seem to come easy to the Chimera, and Lorette could not discern if their alien features had only recently become the source of their garbled words or if it had always been so.

Movement from just behind her had Lorette's focus snapping to Hiachi. She'd found her voice and a high-intensity flashlight and had zeroed both in on the child. Lorette was not amused.

She stretched her hand out carefully, placed her palm on top of the light, and urged Hiachi to lower it. She shook her head at the girl, her lips pressed into a thin line. Lorette's expression spoke of something that went further than mere caution. It was an expression of disappointment.

"We're from the upper part of the city." Lorette said, wanting to direct the Chimera's attention from Hiachi as quickly as possible. If the child's cat-like eyes were not just for show, they had to be incredibly sensitive. Nearly burning the child's eyes out was not how Lorette wanted to start negotiations.

"We came down here because we heard strange things were happening after the quake. We want to get a read on the situation and figure out how much we need to be worrying."

Elenion Aura miki BriiAngelic

 

[The One Eyed Bandit]

Deirest

SCENE:

Outbreak - The Towers

TIME:

July 12th, 2022

LOCATION:

Lower Central District

PARTICIPANTS:

Aerith, Deirest

The Towers

She was the one that hunted. Bigger or smaller, faster or slower, stronger or weaker, it made no difference. Deirest's eyes remained locked with the beast's, communicating the wretched misunderstanding that the thing was under. With each heave, her teeth gritted harder. The reverberation of a snarl shook within her throat.

No, no, no. There was only one predator here, and it was her. If it bit she would bite harder, and if it swallowed her whole she would eat it from the inside out. There were iller things than beasts that roamed the black corners of the city known as New Oasis. Bleaker nightmares than this.

"You don't get it..." Deirest scoffed as the beast's tail curled. The appendage writhed closer, bringing her into its grasp, and it into hers. "You don't."

"You. Sister, sister...." She chimed, and then her body dropped. In one movement, shockingly clean in the light of her usual state of manic dishevelment, Deirest laid her back against the floor and intertwined her legs around the writhing appendage's base. She lay just beyond the claw's grasp, safe, but over the very short course of her life safety was something that had never once struck the woman.

"You're using that wrong." Her legs swung down, tightly muscled pendulums to the end of which the beast's claw was affixed. "Catch."

That pole. A skewer. Claw-kebab with a side of screams. That was the future she envisioned. Her prophecy. Now it fell to the so-called prophet to fulfill it.

thebigfella @Doctor Llamabean​

 

[Roda the Red]

CHARLIE HUGHES

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SCENE:

Outbreak

LOCATION:

The Docks, Central District

PARTICIPANTS:

Charlie, Hitoshi

Outbreak

Charlie's expression lit up, a triumphant feel to the tides approached as the monster recoiled in pain, fluorescent azure ooze splashing about in the wake of Hitoshi's precise blow. For a moment, it almost seemed like the beast had lost its will to fight from the agony, the Phoenix started pondering if that really as all it took to fell the terrorizing threat.

It almost felt...Disappointing, somehow.

Stranger emotions were allowed little time to linger, however, as the monster proved to possess plenty of frenzy left in its well. Charlie stared horrified, a frostbite of chills running down his spine as his dear was thrown away like a ragdoll. "ANIKI!" He cried the man's name as he was propulsed towards the murky waters, with their enemy following soon behind. The rookie found himself quickly left behind, as the monster's speed far exceeded his own, only managing to catch up with the edge of the dogs a few seconds afterwards.

Charlie stopped in his tracks, forcefully stopping his advancement by firmly stepping the ground, diminute pieces of gravel sliding down dowards the water. He could see the beast approaching what Charlie assumed to be Hitoshi in the distance, its aquatic prowess in full display. The boy hesitated to jump along, staring worringly at the moonlight's reflection on the water's surface. As much as he wanted to do so, jumping in would prove to be far from the optimal choice. He was not a particularly good swimmer, catching up with another HP would be a fool's errand, let alone a creature that called the seas its home. Not only that, but his ability's increased density meant he would only sunk into the waters, giving no choice but to deactivate it in its completion, and if he wanted to fell a beast of such magnitude, such handicap would spell the end of him.

Quick-thinking proved to be on his side on this very evening, as hesitation found no entrance into his mind. He reached out for his left, a large shipping container resting near a pile of others, most likely reserved for vessels that traveled overseas. With a jab, Charlie's arm pierced through the layer of steel, using it as leverage to slowly topple the metal box just a few degrees. His other hand found a reliable grip on the lower edge of the container. His muscles bulged and veins enlarged as he pulled the immensely heavy object up, the steel creaked slowly and loudly as dozens of tons were elevated atop the rookie's shoulders. The ground trembled and the floor below Charlie cracked as he stepped forward towards the very edge of the docks, the reinforced concrete giving away under the concentrated weight supported by his small feet.


"HAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHH!!"


With grand effort, Charlie threw the enormous object forward. Every fiber in his body putting in a hundred-and-twenty percent to propel the container at the beast's direction. Above the monster, the generous moonlight got covered by an overwhelming shadow, before its caster landed from above. The container blew up under its own weight, never designed to resist a fall of that kind. Thin steel walls warped and tore as its myriad of contents within fell on the water.

Spoiler: Notes & Notifs

Tempering status: Full-Activation



Nearby: joshuadim

thebigfella

 

[Caffeine_Obsessed]

HIDE ISHIDA

CS Link

SCENE:

Outbreak

LOCATION:

Shantytown, Lower Central

PARTICIPANTS:

Hector, Hide, Yong-Yut

OUTBREAK - SHANTYTOWN

The strange noises seemed to come from... everywhere. One second he turned to look where he heard the small chirps, to only hear the same sound protrude from the complete opposite direction it had been in before. What the fuck was going on?! One thing he could be sure of however, was that it wasn't any of his friends... Like that was an assurance.

Despite only having recently calmed himself down, the skunk haired man could feel his heartbeat accelerate once more as he glanced around with a frantic energy, his movements jerky and panicked. His hand clenched around the metal of his crowbar, trying to find comfort in the safety the chilled weapon would provide. It didn't seem to be working.

Hide shouted in frustration, baring his teeth as his back hunched down, like an animal ready to pounce... or an animal trapped in a corner. He yelled once more, taunting whatever beings- as he could only assume there were multiple- to reveal themselves already and stop messing with his head.

"COME AT ME YOU BASTARDS! I'LL BEAT YOU ALL TO BLOODY MUSHES OF ROTTING FLESH DO YOU HEAR ME?! I'LL FUCKING KILL YOU!"

Hide aggressively clanged the tip of his crowbar on the ground three times, trying to use the sharp sound as another provocation.

Spoiler: TAGS

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[Saturn_moon]

Ottilie James

CS Link

SCENE:

Outbreak

LOCATION:

Theatre Street, Lower Central

PARTICIPANTS:

Kanna, Javi, Meirin, Ottilie

Outbreak: Theatre Street

An opening. That was all Ottilie needed. With Grio attached to the monster's face like clingwrap over yesterday's leftovers, Ottilie had just enough time to scramble back from the area of effect. And an effect it had.

At the snap of her fingers, the hundreds of tiny glass orbs at the monster's feet exploded one after another in a multicolored array of fiery bursts like a firework display. While not particularly powerful, in quick succession the marbles were able to generate enough force to set the giant off-balance.

Around them, metal beams creaked and bits of debris rained down on the group like hail. Considering the already compromised structural integrity of the entire district, if they didn't find a way to subdue the monster soon, what remained of Upper Central certainly will and there was a good chance they were going to end up as collateral damage.

FabulousTrash QuirkyAngel Elenion Aura​

 

[Damafaud]

TRI

CS Link

SCENE:

Outbreak

LOCATION:

The Train Yard, Lower Central

PARTICIPANTS:

Naomi, Peyton, Tri

OUTBREAK: TRAIN YARD

Miriam was smart, but he could do that too if he put his mind to it, Tri thought as he continued playing as a noir detective. He wondered if he should smoke. Would that be too irresponsible for a detective or would that show his nonchalance? The others seemed to get bored... Well, that was a lie. Peyton was Peyton and Naomi didn't look like she was all good with the doctor yet. Tristan was still hugging that heavy machine gun. Male romance type?

The group came to a halt near a hole. Tri didn't remember if it was there before because he was never here before. It reminded him of a feeling long gone; the feeling of something underneath that he didn't like.

"No one can get infected here without my permission." The white glow expanded from Tri's index finger to cover the whole group, making a weird indent in its shape to exclude Peyton. He rarely used his Potential persistently now, but it was a staple during his time as a doctor. He could last 30 minutes purifying a whole room. He nodded at Peyton and the Doctor.

"Lead the way in."

Coyote Hart tityanya Elenion Aura

 

[BriiAngelic]

Artemis "Missy" Macnaught

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SCENE Music:

Aishite Aishite Aishite

LOCATION:

Lower Central District

PARTICIPANTS:

Lorette, Hiachi, Missy

Outbreak

Okay she could deal with this right? They were only kids. Hell they didn’t even seem to want to associate with them really, which made perfect sense to her. It wasn’t like the three of them were well known anything. They simply needed to get a read on the situation and then they could be out. Preferably with both groups having no difficulties from this meet up. Man she wished that she could have managed to not fall into Tiger shit when all she wanted was to get back in Hiachi’s good graces but luck was never in her favor these days.

She wondered what exactly was the thought process behind asking the kid if he knew about the outbreak. She also questioned it was a virus considering how it seemed to move and spread but what did she know about health sciences. It wasn’t like she finished schooling.

The kid seemed some form of catlike potential but the struggle with speech made her think either he wasn’t from around here or he’d been one of the NPs recently warpped. Though considering his merry band was still alive she was inclined to believe the former rather than the later.

She didn’t want the attention on her but technically neither of them had really answered the kid’s question now did they? She took a step forwards and squatted down a bit further off so that she was eye level but not in reach.

“I’m Juliet, I live off in West District. You got a pretty different accent there, are you from outside the city? Are you guys hiding out here for safety?”

Ramjammer Elenion Aura miki

 

[Slav]

Jayce Sexton

CS Link

SCENE:

Outbreak

LOCATION:

City Hall, Lower Central District

PARTICIPANTS:

Jayce, Chikage

OUTBREAK

A cloud of smoke swirled around Jayce as he pondered Chikage's question. He didn't really care how they did it as long as they got the job done. Even though it was raining, he didn't mind a walk. "Using our legs couldn't hurt. It's easier to assess the situation when we're not sitting in a car." He let the cigarette dangle from his lips as he looked at the destruction with a look of relative disinterest. To be honest, he didn't care much for this part of the city. The air was noticeably different, a feeling of suffocation always nagging at him at the back of his mind. The sooner they got it over with, the better.

He slightly adjusted his gaze so Officer Stern was in view. He respected his abilities to take orders and carry them out. Loyalty and efficacy was something that wasn't easy to come by, especially in this day and age. Officer Stern would make a fine addition to their already slim expedition. "I have no objections to his request." Jayce wanted to make his position clear, but it wasn't his decision at the end of the day. Chikage had to make it.

He turned away after saying his piece, his gaze resting upon the destruction once more. Ever since they arrived, he had been studying it. Nothing was apparent from standing back, no clear sign of what caused it. That mildly frustrated Jayce. He wasn't a mastermind, but thinking through certain possibilities could give you an idea of what happened and he was drawing a blank. He didn't really want to get that close, but it seems he would have to do so. Nothing was ever easy, though he wished it was. It would make his job a lot easier.

@Doctor Llamabean Elenion Aura

 

[QuirkyAngel]

Meirin Azuza

CS Link

SCENE:

Outbreak

LOCATION:

Theater Street, Lower Central District

PARTICIPANTS:

Kanna, Javi, Ottilie, Zhu, Meirin

Outbreak

Meirin, admittedly, had been lagging slightly behind the group due to her attempts at “fixing” her “broken” earpiece. The constant buzzing in her left ear had grown annoying and technology wasn’t her strong suit. Were it not for the fact that the item didn’t actually belong to her, and provided connection to her so-called “friends”, she would’ve crushed it between her fingers and be done with it. Instead, she settled for repeatedly tapping the tiny object in her ear, hoping that a bit of physical force did the trick.

It didn’t.

Where was Jesper when you actually needed him?

Frowning, the young Warden of Eternal Night Palace didn’t look up until she heard Kanna’s “move!” and, by then, managed to catch sight of the Jack tumbling backwards. Brows furrowed, Meirin’s eyes flashed towards the enemy. A monstrous figure to be sure, but given all the different chimeric HPs she’d seen, nothing too out of the ordinary; The queen herself was a Dragon, after all.

Still, an enemy was an enemy.

Chimeric HP or no, the hunk of rock had attacked them for no reason, likely attacking other Lower District residents in a similar manner, and therefore deserved to be taken down.

At Kanna’s order, Meirin’s body grew to match the Stone Giant’s size. No more no less. It was the Sleeping Giant’s nature to fight fairly, after all, so she tended to match sizes with her opponent, unless she recognized them to be strong enough that the size difference didn’t matter. Or her goal was to instill fear. There were other tradeoffs to consider, of course, but Meirin learned to trust her instinct in that regard.

She started forward as soon as she saw the creature had set its sights on Ottilie. “Oh no you don’t–”

A stray marble rolled under her foot.

“Woah, woah, woah, what the heck!?” Meirin flapped her arms.

Fortunately, the Sleeping Giant was fairly good at regaining her center and only stumbled back a little bit. By the time she looked back up, the rookies had already succeeded in bringing the creature down. Meirin watched, awestruck, as the marbles exploded in a dazzling display, glob of sticky Grio blocking its line of sight . Not for long though. Battle instincts took over and Meirin knew an opening when she saw one.

As soon as the molten stone started to fall, Meirin darted in. Since it had already lost its balance, she only needed to follow momentum, latching onto the bigger arm as she smoothly transitioned into a shoulder throw, adding greater impact to the stone giant’s “fall” when it landed. The ground shook. “Nice job, guys!”

Knee pressed to the small of the Stone Giant’s back, the Sleeping Giant twisted the arm she still held up into a joint lock. Assuming it had joints, that is. “Can I break it?”

Truthfully, she didn’t know if she could. Thus far, it felt like she was holding onto stone. As a black belt Shaolin martial artist, Meirin certainly knew the River Rock Breaking technique like the back of her hand, but, well, grappling stone was an entirely different thing altogether; She didn’t even know if it could feel pain. Her only goal, at the moment, was to keep the hunk of molten rock in place.

Elenion Aura Saturn_moon @ATurei FabulousTrash

 

[Peckinou]

Noa Bakoria Aquanaut

CS Link

SCENE:

Outbreak

LOCATION:

The Coliseum, Lower Central.

PARTICIPANTS:

Noa, Tyr, Leaf Haze- , Elenora @mechanicalmania , Elenion Aura

Outbreak

Noa remained calm as eyes turned to them, she didn't mind too much as she was used to being stared at, though that was mostly when it came to Aqualand events, these stares were a bit different than the ones she was used to, not that she minded anyhow after all she was able to understand why they would be so suspicious of outsides with what all they've been through. When one of them finally opted to speak she listened intently as the younger woman behind the elderly lady began to speak, new news being brought to light as they said that they had started to appear after the earthquake, which was a bit peculiar, sounds like information that a certain friends of theirs would like to hear. But there should be time to tell them about that sorta stuff later, right now she had a problem to deal with, a problem that affected innocent NPs that lived in the lower district. The woman said that a scouting party for food and medicine hadn't turned up which also sent the signal that they needed supplies as well, Noa gave a slight nod at the words before speaking.

"We would be glad to help get you guys more supplies if you really need it, and maybe even search for the people that haven't come back yet if you have any clue as to what direction they went in or their last location. If not though, then I'm sure we can figure something out." Noa then looked around the place while Tyr remained dead silent. Noas attention then turned to the ones that needed medical attention before adding she had her Tattoo of Healing available for use, but the problem was that the people were low on food, and the Tattoo of Healing accelerated the consumption of someone's calories, which would end up causing that person to go hungry. As much as she wanted to give one of them a Tattoo of Health, it just didn't seem like the best course of action unless the person was a kid in really bad shape.

 

[joshuadim]

HITOSHI YAMAKAWA

SCENE:

Outbreak

LOCATION:

The Docks, Central District

PARTICIPANTS:

Hitoshi, Charlie

OUTBREAK

Success came as a crushing blow to the beast, as its lure was popped open like a zit and it recoiled in agony. But Hitoshi had no time to celebrate as the beast returned to its primal senses and retaliated with brutal fury. A monstrous hand clasped around him, squeezing with force that made Hitoshi lose his breath, before feeling the air rush through his suit and hair. It almost seemed mystical as he tried to reorient himself in vain, realizing that his was in midair. He couldn't even scream as the beast's strength had deprived him of that. The water grew ever closer with its murky depths reaching out towards him.

Well shit. That was Plan A. Hitoshi thought to himself.

Do we even have another plan!?
No.
...FUCK.

The veteran collided with the water, its surface feeling like asphalt at the momentum he was going. His skin stung as he was enveloped by the waters, with only moments now to react to the oncoming beast that threatened to drag him to Davy Jones' Locker. Even if he wasn't a sailor, the analogy was apt here. He didn't have any weapons on hand, nor was he in his element like he was on land. He was out of options it seemed. The beasts fangs grew ever closer, making Hitoshi realize just how deep in the shit he was. His eyes hurt from the dirtied waters, yet he couldn't help but witness his incoming doom.

Or so it was going to be, were it not for Charlie's intervention. The container the young man had thrown collided with great force from above, not only spilling its contents all around in the waters but also warping it metals onto the beast from impact. The extra weight caused it to vocalize in pain, struggling to get out of this new obstacle. This provided an opening for the veteran to get out of dodge as he swam with great strokes towards the shoreline.

He looked like a wet cat once he emerged from the waters, dripping all over as he patted himself off as best as he could. He could also taste the nasty water in his mouth that he spat out several times, and vocalized his distaste for. It was like a mixture of metals and cleaning chemicals had coated his tongue. "Pah! Shit!" he managed to get out, before turning back to the waters. He could see the beast still struggling as it sank lower into the depths, and the veteran let out a sigh. "Chew on that, you overgrown son of a bitch!" Hitoshi shouted as retaliation for what had befallen his newly dry-cleaned suit.

Roda the Red thebigfella

 

[thebigfella]

Areith Rozárie

CS Link

SCENE:

Outbreak

LOCATION:

Lower Central District, Towers

TIME:

Post Arc 3 || July 12th, 2022

PARTICIPANTS:

Deirest, Areith

Outbreak - Towers

Ceaseless vibrations resonated through the air, bringing the reverberations through your bones to your skull. Our eyes had narrowed with malice but were forced open by pain. The natural alarms are activated, nerves flaring up to send signals to your brain.

The piece of rebar clattered to the ground, and a scream of agony left your lips as the feeling of heat coursed through your ligaments; the pain stiffened your fingers as if they were frozen, pale skin flushing with blood.

Pressure welled within your throat, the urge to scream, to cry in pain, the feeling of our flesh revolting against us, the desire to tear off the skin and bore into the muscle to stop the pain was only thwarted by the obnoxious screaming of the pain receptors.


Obsolete as it was, it still tried to hinder us. It stood in the way. A nuisance that we had no choice but to work around. We dispose of the dead tissues; we let them flake away and join the ground with the rest of the trash upon shattered glass and debris. The color of our skin begins to transform, splotches of white coat the flesh as it begins to calcify, the muscles twitching and pulsing as they are dismissed for something more advantageous. The meat was replaced by bone, creases, and threads through its structure to allow it to bend and move, a spreading evolution until the entire palmar side had become something else entirely.

Sweat pooled down your brow, your gritted teeth unclenched, our hearts slowed, and clarity returned to you. Palms reached towards the ground, placed upon the jagged earth. But your skin did not snag; it was not pricked or pierced. We have learned the weakness of the flesh upon your grasp and have sought the preservation method.

The voice of your savior pulled your eyes away from the ground, head moving upwards to gaze towards the heavens. A declaration of prognostication. It must be heeded. We opened our eyes with blood-red pupils upon our cheeks; focus quickly darted around until focus narrowed on the dropped rebar. A hand reached out for it fearlessly, clasping around it tightly. The warmth of the heated piece of metal faintly stimulated your nerves, but there was no pain; it was circumvented by layers of ossein, the newly born white stained with rust within your grip.

You had held a few weapons in your life, but for this moment, this piece of metal felt like an extension of us. Its jagged end weaved through the air, slicing through it as it thrust forward with one goal in mind.

Deliverance.

The sharpened edge reflected off the gloss of the orb placed on the chimeric’s tail as it approached, seconds away from piercing right through it as it was held in place. She would act upon the wrath wrought of the Heavens.

@Doctor Llamabean The One Eyed Bandit

 

[Coyote Hart]

PEYTON XIONG

CS Link

SCENE:

Outbreak

LOCATION:

The Train Yard, Lower Central

PARTICIPANTS:

Naomi, Peyton, Tri

OUTBREAK

How thrilling! Peyton's scalp prickled with excitement when Naomi's wicked grin revealed shark-like teeth. For most, the prickling sensation could've been attributed to fear. But nope, Peyton just found it fun.

"Sounds like a great time!" Peyton replied to Naomi, joining her laughter with a dark giggle. He greatly enjoyed that moment of banter. Not to mention it certainly matched the atmosphere and the horror that vaguely surrounded it at all times.

But Tri had different ideas. He wasn't going to let the group get transformed. That was fine, Tri was the boss after all. Peyton was just an obedient little snake. But when he realized that his Potential hadn't vanished, Peyton also noticed that he was excluded from the field of purification. It danced right above his skin, but not touching him regardless of where he moved. He beamed at Tri, "Aww, thanks, uncle! Does this mean it's okay if I get infected? I hope I can get to look super duper scary!"

What was another disease when Peyton already had one running through his veins after all? But something told Peyton that wasn't going to happen. Which was also fine. The thought itself was fun enough.

At Tri's command, Peyton slung his rifle over his shoulder once again as he prepared to lead the way. His other hand reached out, latching onto the palm of one of Miriam's tentacles. They had moved past the broken train yard. Before him was a sort of tunnel that sloped down into the belly of Lower Central. The walls and ceiling dripped with dirty moisture, and at the other end of it, Peyton could see trash and the beginnings of some sort of building.

As he walked, he realized that when Miriam had prattled off things about her, she also mentioned that she lived in an apartment. If someone as accomplished as her was only able to live in an apartment, did that mean that Peyton was stuck perpetually living in a cheap apartment? Peyton didn't let the thought linger though, as it was neither here nor there.

"Woah!" Peyton exclaimed as he lost his footing. His grip tightened on Miriam's tentacle as he regained his balance. Algae grew on the surface of the passage, making the ground slippery. Peyton's bright voice echoed through the tunnel as he shouted a warning to the others, "Watch your step guys!"

As the end of the tunnel came to be, Peyton realized that they were in a more liveable part of lower central-- well, more liveable than a train yard. The seediness of the place seemed comparable to parts of the North. Peyton also realized that he had never been to this part of Lower Central.

"Hey, do any of you guys know where we are? I'm kinda lost," Peyton asked nobody in particular.

tityanya Damafaud Elenion Aura

 

[Elenion Aura]

Factory Row

SCENE:

Outbreak

LOCATION:

Lower Central District

PARTICIPANTS:

Lorette, Hiachi, Missy

OUTBREAK

The sudden beam of the flashlight caused the Chimera's cat-like pupils to constrict, reacting to the shift in light. They widened, emerald fires flickering. His shoulders tensed, muscles bristling under the black cloth garb that clung to his lithe form. He took a half-step back, his tail swishing sharply behind him, his body coiled like a spring, aerodynamic, predatory. A low, rumbling sound, almost like a growl, vibrated in his chest. "Not... virus. Not... Sick."

The Chimera's eyes narrowed slightly, the emerald glow dimming as he processed the words from the second stranger. His head tilted, an animalistic gesture, as he considered Lorette's own, his attention temporarily diverted. Another rumble, but there was no aggression in it. It seemed more like a mechanism to clear his throat, to prepare his voice for speech.

"That's why... I came. From... East District." he replied, his voice a strange blend of a hiss and a whisper, addressing now Juliet—who had approached and brought herself to his level—as well as Lorette. "Found... Them." He referred to the children who surrounded them. The children of Lower Central. "Protect... Monster."

He straightened slightly, a fluid, almost graceful movement that seemed to contradict his wild, almost feral appearance. His tail flicked behind him, more rhythmically than before. At Juliet's last word, the boy shook his head. "Not... Safe. Nowhere... Safe... Need to... Find it." As the boy said his last, his hand went instinctually toward a lump of a small object concealed within the fold of his clothing.

The idea struck him like a thunderbolt. His grasp clenched around the hidden item as his eyes alighted with renewed vigor. Excitedly, he said, "Show you! Follow."

And just like that, he was off and bounding into the dark, leaving the older boy to corral the children back to their burrow as his form quickly became a white streak in the distance.

It was up to the Trio of Tigresses to keep up.

 

[thebigfella]

The Museum

SCENE:

Outbreak

LOCATION:

Lower Central District

PARTICIPANTS:

Sang-Cheol

OUTBREAK

A simple usage of basic human tools wouldn’t guarantee its survival, an acknowledgment that the one-winged amalgamation swiftly noted as the swords within its grip clattered to the ground. Its multitude of brains shouted and demanded as its glossy eyes darted around the room, attempting to make its next choice to shift this battle in its favor.

Unfortunately for it, that chance would not arrive. The sounds of the container shattering was the only indication it got before a green wine whizzed past its heads, leaving no time to react before two more slammed into its midsection, bashing it against a glass case and keeping it pinned as it found the boundless green wrapping around its body like a swarm of serpents.

With no sunlight or no water, the plant grew and grew. Swirling stalks grew thicker and denser as they twisted and knotted; bulbs formed as a select few grew into flowers. Wood was crushed underneath the weight while the glass was smashed from the pressure as the room was encapsulated in nothing but green, and once there was no more space to grow outward, they could only go upward.

Cracks began forming in the roof below, chunks and powder of the material dripping down as openings into the deeper darkness, creepers sliding into the gaps and prying them upward to forward its ascension. The upper crust slowly gave way, allowing more and more green to flood into the new garden space, pulling Sang-Cheol upwards with it. Gradually, the light from the fires at the entrance faded into the darkness, leaving him in pitch black darkness, only the hugs of sprouts to keep him comfortable as he rose and rose until the elevator up to the next floor finally stopped.

The plant’s continuous growth echoed throughout the room as it expanded, albeit much more slowly. The creaking and crackling of new vines formed and solidified as they scaled the walls and snaked across the floors.

The silence was eerie; there were no cries from the trapped crow. Had it been subdued underneath the labyrinth of stalks? Or had it escaped and was already planning its counterattack?

A question of uncertainty was broken apart by the sounds of choking and gagging; someone was struggling to breathe and swallow. Amid their sputtering and gargling, they could only spit out a few words from within the room's darkness.

“H-HELP! PLEASE!”

 

[thebigfella]

The Docks

SCENE:

Outbreak

LOCATION:

Lower Central District

PARTICIPANTS:

Charlie, Hitoshi

OUTBREAK

A silence came over the docks. The sounds of the contaminated waters bashing against the sea wall. Clouds covered the sky, blocking the moon with their dark black hue.

Raindrops trickled down, saturating the dry cement and soaking into the crevices of rusted metal. Workers' heads began to peek out from their hiding spots, behind containers and over the edges of ships. Streams and rivers started forming in Central's upper layers, trailing down to Lower Central in trails that quickly formed puddles.

Hair became matted, and clothes started to cling to the skin.

The echo of thunder reverberated across the surroundings, flashes that shot across the sky. A feeling of relief from victory was quickly replaced by a growing feeling of dread. The air grew humid, and nerves tense. Onlookers felt themselves freeze in place, breath hitching in their throats.


The water's surface slowly began to take on a glow, a faint green on top of the sickening sludge shimmering across the sheen of oil. Bubbles formed on the surface, the waves began to stir, and the water roared and steamed.

Quicker than it started, it stopped, the light fading away and the water distortions with it. The monster wasn't dead. It was still alive that much was sure. The Phoenixes could only sit there and wonder what would happen next for a moment before they got their answer.

The sounds of bending and straining metal echoed across the docks; eyes darted to its source, watching as the water tried to keep its clutches on the corroding red tanker hull. As it rose higher and higher out of the water, the faded white paint denoting its name and numbers revealed itself as it left its rightful place within the ocean. All 30 tons slowly rose higher and higher. The boxes and barrels placed on top of the ship slid off the side as its gravity shifted, sliding and slamming to the railings, flipping over into the ocean or turning into more debris that decorated the surface. Metal containers spilled over and landed with ear-shattering splashes, while others landed on the edge of the dock and caused the ground to shake the floor beneath, its form bending under its own weight.

In contrast to Charlie's attack, the beast had decided to show its real strength. The shadow of the tanker hid their body underneath, but their body glowed within the darkness. The number of spots upon their body with bioluminescence had doubled, its shimmering eyes had tripled, all six of them looking upon the Phoenixes with primal rage. Its teeth gleamed as its snaggle teeth formed gritted together in exertion.

"GRRRWAAAAAUUUUH!"

The monster flung the enormous ship forward with a ferocious cry, and momentum carried it towards the Phoenixes as it smashed into the ground, letting gravity do the rest. The massive vessel was thrashed under its weight, and the dock began to collapse and shake as the enormous tanker slid across the earth; bricks fell apart and sunk into the water, cracks forming and dragging containers and foundations into the watery abyss.


Sparks burst into flames as the tanker slid across the ground and tore through the metal containers, dragging them along as a massive pile of debris; it had been turned into a human innovation instead of a force of nature that would destroy everything in its path.

Would the Phoenixes use their wings or their talons to get past it?

 

[BriiAngelic]

Artemis "Missy" Macnaught

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SCENE MUSIC:

Dogland

LOCATION:

Lower Central District

PARTICIPANTS:

Lorette, Hiachi, Missy

Outbreak-Factory Row

East? Was this kid another street kid from east? Her family of misfits hadn’t mentioned any street kids with difficulties speaking before. She felt a pang of sympathy for the boy and sadness that her misfits hadn’t been able to help him. That sympathy wasn’t allowed to live long before the boy shot off.

That had to be dangerous right? There were violent mutated humans attacking and killing people out there! Every part of her wanted to stay hidden and work on her own self preservation first but she’d always had a big weak spot for kids. Especially ones that seemed to not be able to take care of themselves. Growing up in the shadows of east hoping to be out of sight and out of mind made her unable to turn away.

“I’m on the chase ma’am!”

With little further explanation she shot up like a bullet and made quick work of running. For the first time towards something instead of away from some perceived danger. She slightly regreted throwing the flashlight to Hiachi but it was easy enough to fumble with her phone turning on its flashlight feature as she worked to keep up with the boy.

“Be careful! It’s dangerous out here!”

Ramjammer Elenion Aura miki

 

[Elenion Aura]

The Rail Yard

SCENE:

Outbreak

LOCATION:

Lower Central District

PARTICIPANTS:

Tri, Naomi, Peyton

OUTBREAK

Nearing the heart of Lower Central, beneath a canopy of twisted steel and stone, Miriam navigated the unfamiliar labyrinthine ruins with a quartet of Serpents in tow, as deeper into this forlorn realm they delved.

The woman's tentacles undulated to an unheard rhythm, having taken the lead as their guide. In her wake trailed Naomi, Peyton, Tri, and Tristan.

For the most part, she walked on in quiet contemplation, even as Peyton, adorable as he was, inquired as to where exactly they had come. "Not sure I'm the best person to answer, I'm afraid..!" Even scatterbrained as she was, Miriam knew she didn't frequent these parts of the city much. And yet, she led on.

It was only in a clearing, an open wound in the fabric of Lower Central, where Miriam finally stopped.

She hesitated at the clearing's edge. Something about it left her senses prickling, her tentacles quivering in the air. There was a charged stillness, a breath held too long, that enveloped them. Whether the others, sensing her caution, slowed their pace, or not, was up to them.

Miriam’s bespectacled eyes flickered to every movement, every whisper of shifting rubble. She tasted the air with her newfound appendages. The scent of damp earth, the tang of rusted metal, all carried the echo of something more, something lurking just beyond the veil of perception.

The group's footsteps were soft whispers on the debris-strewn ground as they inched forward, the silence around them a heavy cloak. And then, as if conjured from the very air, figures materialized from the crevices and hollows of the ruins, before, behind, and above them. Clad in dark uniforms and wielding rifles and submachine guns, the vaguely professional-looking platoon emerged, their presence a sudden, jarring note in the stillness that upset the fragile quietude of the otherwise uneventful jaunt.

"STOP RIGHT THERE!" Barked a man's voice as he leveled the barrel of a rifle at the five of them. His squadron of paramilitary minutemen followed suit. They surrounded the group in a semi-circle, cutting off any easy avenue of escape. "GET ON THE GROUND, WITH YOUR HANDS BE—" Something in the man's partially obscured face changed as he gazed at the peculiar gaggle of interlopers. Something flashed across the surface of his gaze. A glimmer of recognition. A hint of hesitation. His mouth worked beneath his mask, as though he were choosing his words carefully before he said his next piece, unaware that he'd never get the chance.

In the fraction of a moment that followed, all Hell broke loose. Again.

A tentacle, a blur of motion, struck out like a coiled viper towards the lead militiaman, catching him squarely in the neck and clamping down with enough force to snap his head back, crushing his windpipe and strangling the next words that had nearly passed his lips. As he fell, a crumpled heap, those who remained opened fire.

 

[miki]

Hiachi Ito

CS Link

SCENE:

Outbreak

LOCATION:

Lower Central District

PARTICIPANTS:

Lorette, Hiachi, Missy

Outbreak

Watch her back. Look alive. Don’t shoot.

Don’t disappoint.

Despite her greatest efforts, Hiachi had already failed her mission. In a way that she herself couldn’t explain, other than the look that Lorette had shot her.

Hiachi shut off the flashlight and lowered it, but not before she ground her teeth together. It was just a flashlight. She didn’t know what she had done, other than at some point she had gone from the second in command to one mistake short of a liability.

It felt like a c-clamp directly on the back of her neck. Everything around her reacted the same—Lorette hardened her gaze, the children groveled with suspicion, and the eyes of the chimeric boy squinted as the retroreflectors in them flashed pale green. Hiachi wasn’t the disturbance here. And yet everyone distanced themselves from her, be it subconsciously or not.

And maybe she could have taken the chance to really reflect on it, but the fog of the situation was suppressing any and all cognitive thought. Her mind was still looping: Watch her back. Look alive. Don’t shoot. Don’t disappoint.

She stood still as Lorette, Missy, and the chimera closed into a circle. Hiachi did what she did best: she watched. Her eyes were wide open as she focused on both her fellow tigers and the children beyond them. Every shift, every whisper, every light tap on the arm, her eyes darted towards them and caught it.

When the chimeric boy’s eyes lit with the light of an idea, she caught it. He turned and began darting away, his hind legs launching him off the ground at high speeds. Missy started chasing after him, shouting about danger and sympathy. It was foolish and flightish.

Despite everything, she leapt into action.

Hiachi tailed behind Missy, her speed allowing her to catch up—but not overtake her. She glanced back at Lorette, hopeful that she would follow—but as soon as she had, she turned her attention back to the target. Running towards an unknown location.

She shone the flashlight in his direction with one hand, and clutched the metal briefcase in the other.

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[Haze-]

Leaf W. Natali

Scene:

Outbreak

Location:

Coliseum; Lower Central District

Participants:

Leaf(s), Eleanore, Noa, Tyr

Outbreak - Coliseum

Leaf narrowed an eye, clenching his jaw, head turning slightly from her once he heard that click. He didn’t want to see the face Eleanore had on her right now, he knew it’d be soul-crushing sour.

If it was one thing he knew after interacting with so many phoenixes throughout the year, is that often times putting in the effort to do good never quite panned out the way he wanted. Sometimes, they work with you on that effort. Often times, it’s a fight. Even now, Leaf already knew her type by heart. She was the same as the ghost of that red-haired man he would see when he palmed a hand over his right eye.

A him from a dark future. A future he hoped hadn’t spiraled from the mess they were in right now. He would see his shape flicker around when he focused on him; see him dead, see him broken. Sometimes he saw his corpse with a missing limb, a chunk of face gone. Some other days that missing leg would grow back, he’d get more and more battle scars strewn over him— as if he’d struggled into his bitter end, more than ever before.

As if any and all harsh choices Leaf could stomach would harden that man from the future. Prepare him for his inevitable death.

Stubborn, stoic. Every action needs to be down to a formula, every beat’s methodical. That was their modus operandi, because those two worlds they lived in weren’t aligning with Leaf’s. They were killers, survivors— through and through.

Another thing he knew, is that daydreaming idealists such as himself didn’t call the shots for a reason. They couldn’t handle the heat once it came to them— Leaf knew he couldn’t, from the first drop of blood that stained his hands, he knew he couldn’t. Eleanore’s inability to trust wasn’t out of hardheadedness. At least that’s what he wanted to believe.

Hell, he was sure he would end up seeing the corpse of that red-haired man with an arm that wasn’t there before, just if he agreed to be as distrusting, as callous as Eleanore was right now.

Decisions were hard, life was a bitch. News at eleven.

“We are.” — Leaf replied to Roland's redundancy, plainly. This was no request, it felt more like a demand from Roland. The man had them gripped by the throat, like he knew they’d have no other leads if they missed this one.

After a second of silence— after Eleanore’s question, before Roland could reply—Leaf threw a measure of snark back at him, quirking a brow — “I don’t like working on ‘theories’, let alone ‘ideas.’ If you fuck us over, for whatever reason, then you already know who you’ll be hurting as well.” — As Roland had before, Leaf gestured a chin to the dozens of injured strewn just outside the light — “We can’t stop anything with just theories and ideas, know that.”

He fell quiet once that reminder left his mouth, knowing Eleanore was likely about one misspeak away from deciding she’d have to knock some sense into a rookie after this. Hopefully, he was just overthinking that too.

---

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He felt the tensions rise, overlapping in the air, the wind could probably play a sonata with how tight-strung the ambiance was. 26’ was feeling like he could use a light right about now, one nic-addicted index tapping away at his side.

It was a mess. His expression turned dour as he heard the woman speak, scrunched up with sheer impotence as his eyes drifted to her child. He felt another hand driving a thumb into the wrappings of his sword, tucking a nail and flicking it through the slits. Mindlessly, restlessly. Words would pop up in his head, from the same bastard that had driven an edge into his back — “If you have a sword, it’s your duty to serve those who can’t hold one.”

But he wasn’t a sword anymore, was he? Not for the dragons back then, not for anyone else here. Selflessness only brings you a step closer to that fated backstab. ‘Virtue’, ‘Righteousness’, Oasis ate up those ideals.

Yet…he couldn’t shake off the feeling.

“Maybe…?” — 26 gave Noa a rightfully confused, awkward half-smile, muttering something under his breath. The girl was simple, even if they hadn’t met her before this, he could tell— she was a bit airheaded, wasn’t she?

Not that the phoenixes from his timeline ever had a sense of tact to begin with.

“We will help, I promise you that. We can head out to look for your missing people, but we need to know what they look like first. Any names? Leftover I.D’s? Photos? Anything?”

Peckinou @mechanicalmania Elenion Aura

 

[Elenion Aura]

The Coliseum

SCENE:

Outbreak

LOCATION:

Lower Central District

PARTICIPANTS:

Eleanore, Leaf, Noa

OUTBREAK

For the people of Lower Central, it had been a been a welcome relief to hear that help, at last, had come for them, even if it came from such an unexpected source. Together, the civilians provided Noa, Tyr, and Twenty-Six with a rough description of their missing. Among them were counted:

Marla Jennings. Late Twenties. School teacher. Her nose wrinkled when she laughed. Thomas Eriksen. Everyone called him Tom. Lila and Ethan Grey. Siblings. Aged 20 and 17, respectively. They lost both their parents in the earthquake.

Unfortunately, there was precious little more to give, save the blessings of the weak. It would have to do.


Roland sighed. He was not angry, just disappointed. Disappointed, and very, very tired. He stood, but before he did, the Old King stooped over and scooped up a small handful of dirt and held it like it were a butterfly. Gently. He looked from Eleanor to Leaf and back again.

"I had hoped you'd be more self-sufficient than this. But then again, maybe I'm being unfair." Theories and ideas... At the end of the day, that was all there ever was, before there was anything at all. He cupped the handful of dirt and lowered his mouth to it, whispered to it, breathed into it.

"Show them the way."​

The response was immediate. A pale blue-white glow emanated from what was once a pile of dirt in his hand. In its place rested a butterfly. She tested her new wings. They were good. With only a little boost from Roland, she was off, trailing tears of starlight in her wake, lighting the way, and leaving a trail to follow.


Despite their diverging paths, the two groups of Phoenixes had found common cause, and common course, as the luminous starfly fluttered out of the light of the Coliseum and into the dark, once more.

 

[simj26]

Kisara

CS Link

SCENE:

Outbreak

LOCATION:

Park, Lower Central District

PARTICIPANTS:

Kisara, Jesper, Cillian

Vincit Qui Se Vincit

Ringing, ringing, ringing. The storm of rushing voices in her ears, swirling, swallowing, dark, deep, dragging, as she pulled, wrestling her arms from the grasping, grabbing grime. Once again, another obstacle she could not surmount on her own, surrounded by unwanted allies, unneeded help, unnecessary interventions. Too much, too much. She didn’t need them. She didn’t need any of them. Abandoned, alone, astray, afloat, she’d make it on her own, she’d climb that tower on her own, she’d become the strongest on her own. She didn’t need people. She didn’t need help.

The flames, the blade, they burned hotter still, spurred by her growing hate, her rising rage, splitting through the grasping tendrils. She twisted and thrashed through, the blazing violet, burning ever hotter, ever higher, ever incensed, enveloping not only her hands now, but also her legs, the unstable energies razing the grabbing, grasping darkness. Her dark scleras gave way to burning bright violet flames erupting forth.

She unleashed a skywards scream, and from her flaming form, burst forth streams of her violet energy, uncaring of where they shot towards, unaware of friend or foe. Her head fell, and her eyes locked on to the Loup-Garou. From her fanged mouth, a desperate roar of rage, hate, fury, crazed, deep loathing and spite issued forth. A burst of energy exploded from her feet, spearing her forwards once more, her blades aimed straight for the other beast.

And missed entirely. She shot past the beast, all the way behind it. She ground her feet onto the pavement beneath her, marring what used to be a sidewalk with a deep scar upon it, before another explosion sent her forth again, this time, straight at the dark, swirling figure, the one who talked too much, the one whose voice seemed to be drowning her own, pushing her under the water. With another guttural growl, she brought her blades to bear, this time meaning to cut down the very perpetrator of this event himself. Her body was burning up, her very life was in flames, but it didn’t matter. Prove herself or die.

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[Roda the Red]

CHARLIE HUGHES

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SCENE:

Outbreak

LOCATION:

The Docks, Central District

PARTICIPANTS:

Charlie, Hitoshi

Outbreak

The rookie was overjoyed as the creature sunk beneath the polluted waves, as the potential inaccuracy of his throw was of ample concern. Relief came over him as Hitoshi's frame came into view, quickly growing larger as the veteran closed the gap between himself and the dock. With a helping hand, Charlie pulled the man up for a hastened return, triumphantly placing a hand on his senior's shoulder as the latter celebrated and mocked.

Skin and clothing alike began to dampen as the rain caught up with the duo, the shfting weather carrying along whispers of sorrow. Was the beast truly dead? Had the youth clad in contentious cinders taken a human life once again? One could argue that, a human he was no longer, that whoever hid underneath the scales and voracity was no longer there, leaving behind but a soulless husk, slave to its most primeval instincts. Such questions would have to wait, a weight on Charlie's shoulders which pressure it applied would be measured eventually.

Except that the very thought found itself thrown out the window, the very moment the waters nearby took on a ghastly glow, signaling that the terror of the sea had yet to sing its final cry. Blubbling turned to shifting and then to silence, before a weathered crimson ship made its way above the surface with the monster's herculean might, a radiant glow on its body projecting the true extent of its efforts.

Before the rookie knew it, the rising vessel had taken on the role of a projectile of cataclysmic proportions, its impact laying waste upon the docks, crushing the ground under its immense weight. Charlie was not fortunate enough to avoid the attack entirely, instead being caught by its sliding motion, swiping the boy off his feet with its monstrous momentum. Cross-aligned tonfas taking the brunt of the collision between man and structure.

Seconds which felt like minutes passed, a humongous mass of deformed steel lied borderline unrecognizable at the center of the prior courtain of dust which had now mostly cleared. Eerie silence permeated in the air, the uncanny suggestion of an early demise.

Breaking through the silence, one of the hull's plates gave in to a sudden pressure from within, rivets shooting erratically as the wall of steel fell loudly on the crumbled ground. From the darkness within the vessel, the sole of a boot was visible, quickly disappearing before Charlie's silhouette came into frame, walking out of the ship. Battered and messy, the phoenix took lazy steps forward, blood coating the side of his face from temple to jawline. His breathing was slow, a clear commitment to the movement of his lungs. A low, raspy whimpering escaped through each time he exhaled.

Turning his head to the luminous abomination, Charlie bared his teeth, whimpering transitioning into growling as his stance went lower, shifting into something more animalistic and unrefined. The shimmer of his irises pierces through the shadow cast by his bangs. A nigh-imperceptible aura of otherwordly amaranth glow flowing around his body.

Releasing a furious sound, best described as the consummation between a shout and a roar. The injured man leapt forward, charging in with the determination of a beast's last resort.

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[joshuadim]

HITOSHI YAMAKAWA

SCENE:

Outbreak

LOCATION:

The Docks, Central District

PARTICIPANTS:

Hitoshi, Charlie

OUTBREAK

The weather became more dour, unfitting of what should have been their victory lap. Yet what little cause for celebration there was had turned into a nightmare just as quickly. It made it clear that it wasn't dead yet, as Hitoshi looked wide-eyed with shock as a fucking ship was thrown at the two of them. The docks, as they had known it up to know, were completely obliterated from the impact, and Hitoshi could only desperately try to scramble to safety - and fail. While he wasn't hit by the ship, he was hit and collapsed upon by rubble created from the monstrous collateral damage that had ensued.

Sheet metal, concrete and all matter of other debris piled onto the veteran and knocked him down to the ground. Everything hurt as he felt something stab into his lower abdomen, and the taste of blood hit his tongue. The dust that caked him also made him cough, as he struggled to stand in the immediate aftermath of the eruption of chaos. He took a moment to push pieces of metal and concrete off himself as he observed his surroundings. Things had gone from bad to complete shit, and worse yet was that annoying feeling down under. His eyes trailed to see a piece of rebar metal sticking out of his side. That was when the pain struck, causing his vision to double momentarily as he clasped at the entry wound.

"Ack... fuck..." he muttered, before hearing a commotion of banging metal. It was obvious that it was Charlie, tough kid could survive just about anything, but it was also obvious that he was battle-drunk given his demeanour. He was about to charge back into the fray, despite having been hit by a ship. Hitoshi took a step before doubling over in pain, realizing just how bad his wound was on the inside. "Shit..."

Was he already out of commission? But he couldn't allow himself to be so. Not when the kid was now lunging at the creature for another round of fighting. Gritting his teeth, Hitoshi wrapped his hands around the metal sticking out of him. Focus on the pain. Make it your weapon. Master Jiro once said.

​

With a swift jerk, he pulled out the rebar from his side and felt liberation be rewarded with yet another round of agony. Yet, it would not cripple him like it had sought to do so before. Instead, he felt clear-minded and focused. His objective was singular: put an end to this reign of terror. Picking up two halves of a metal pipe from the ground nearby as he ran, Hitoshi joined the fray once more. Battle-focus made his conscience clear, putting forward what he had recovered thus far in his journey of healing to this immediate cause.

"HEY! FISH STICKS!" Hitoshi yelled out with determination, "I AIN'T DONE YET!"

He lunged forward at the creature, sliding under its hand as it swiped at him, before getting up close and personal to its face. With his improvised weapons in hand, he would start bashing at it as hard as he could.

Roda the Red thebigfella

 

[FabulousTrash]

Kanna Katsura

SCENE:

Outbreak

LOCATION:

Theater Street, Lower Central District

PARTICIPANTS:

Kanna, Javi, Meirin, Ottilie,

Outbreak

Kanna regrouped with the others, a slight limp in her walk. But it quickly faded as she stood up straight. Her eyes looked down at the stone creature that had been subdued. In that moment, many thoughts were running in her head.

This... thing... wasn't human. But it could've have been before. The Dragon Jack had no knowledge about the extent of this infection, how it changed people, if there were any consistencies or if it was just all random. She also didnt know if it could be cured, and if so, would it change them completely back to normal? There were too many unknowns for Kanna to confidently make a decision. And yet, that was her job. To make the hard decisions no one else could and live with the consequences that came with it.

Her eyes narrowed for a moment, before nodding to Meirin.

"Finish it."

As that was happening, Kanna reached for her phone and pulled up her messages. She had no doubt in her mind the other gangs were dealing with the same problem she was. The hope was that they knew more about what was going on than Kanna did.

Her eyes scanned the list of contacts, debating who to reach out to. Then she spotted a friendly name among the list. Her fingers danced on the screen as she wrote a quick message before hitting send.

"Are you in Central? I've found some of those weird creatures near the border to our district. Do you know anything about them or what's happening?"

Kanna pocketed the phone, hoping to hear back from Yong-Yut. In the meantime. the Dragons couldn't stay long in this area. There was no doubt that brief fight attracted more attention here, and there was the chance of more of those creatures moving this way, where many of the civilians were gathered. She began walking ahead of the group, gesturing with her hand to follow.

"We cant stay here while the civilians are nearby, and that fight probably drew a lot of attention. We'll confront anything that comes deeper in the district."

As they walked, Kanna eyed the reporter that was with them. Credit where it was due, she had the guts to stay and do her job. But there was a nagging feeling eating away at Kanna that told her to be suspicious about Jennifer. Though, if she were to cause any problems, the Dragon Jack would have no problems resolving it.

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