Fantasy The Dark World (rp)

[Thalia_Neko]

The extreme gist of this rp is this. WW3 happened, resulting in a post apocalyptic world we call the 'Dark World'. Due to these things called 'Super Weapons'. They used a new type of energy that irradiated our world. Now in 2070, 35 years after the end of the third world war, people are/ have appeared with 'powers', 'mutations', called 'abnormalities'. These people are referred to as Abnorms.

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Spoiler

What is our Dark World:

Our World, year 2070 a.d. 35 years after the end of the third World War. A war, not fought with soldiers, or even with nuclear weapons. A war fought with - Super Weapons. Weapons of a new technological age. Weapons engineered for more than mass destruction. Weapons engineered to end a war with a single, decisive, all-encompassing shot. The first of these weapons 'manufactured' by North Korea, year 2032 a.d. The super weapon dubbed the 'Godhand'. The World's first "Super-Weapon".

Powered by a new element and energy source, recently unearthed. An energy called Xidian energy. Since changed to Element X. A very powerful energy, with radiation levels off the chart. This energy was harnessed and made weapon, by its conduit the Godhand.

Year 2035 a.d.. The end of the third world war. The nations of the world raced North Korea, to create their own Super weapons, powered by this new Element X. 2035 marked the end of WWIII. Ended quickly by these Super weapons. No one learned their lesson, and they laid waste to their world. To their Earth.

Year 2035 a.d. was the year, the World went Dark... but it didn't remain that way for long.

**Just a mere five years later, 2040, someone was born. This someone was named, Zach Merk.** A caucasian male. Cute as a button. However, there was something strange about him. He wasn't human. At least not really; he had a strange abnormality. Zach Merk, was an Abnorm. The very First. Zach Merk was changed physically, by the large amounts of X radiation that covered the World. X radiation did strange things to humans. Mutated them.

Thus the Age of Abnorms began. X radiation birthed many many of these "Abnorms" all around the globe.

The world was all but destroyed. Set back to the Dark Ages, with **little to no working technology.** Humanity was in short numbers; all but wiped out.

And yet; there was a silver lining. A new step for Humanity. A new tomorrow.

What was lost when the world went Dark, was never regained, but something new came in its place. Something new and exciting. Abnormality.


Dark World's necessary info / Vocabulary :

Humanity: Regular humans. Most live in poverty, but not all. Most have trouble in life in the Dark World, but not all.

Abnorms and abnormalities: Abnorms are people with powers, as plain and simple as that sounds, it is, and it isn't. Abnormailities, are those people's strange powers and gifts.

Abnorms come in rankings depending on how powerful they are. The rankings are as follows:

• Rank A: The most powerful of "regular type 1-4 Abnorms". Power ranking usually equates to being able to destroy buildings in some fashion, taking out a large amount of soldiers single-handedly. A ranking Abnorms are no-joke, and should be dealt with cautiously.
• Rank B: Abnorms that are just under A rank. Still quite strong. Fairly subjective in strength compared to A.
• Rank C: Abnorms that pose a threat, but not usually a significant one. Still, approach with caution.
• Rank D: Abnorms that have annoying abilities, but probably can be dealt with easily.
• Rank E: Abnorms that possess some sort of abnormality, but its hardly worth noting. Hardly even considered dangerous. Sometimes not even considered fully Abnorm. Quite weak.

Abnorm Types: There are various type of Abnorms that have since been discovered since they first appeared in 2040.

• Type 1 Abnorm: Creatures born with abnormalities. Never Human. Abnorm from birth. Born with X radiation in their very DNA.
• Type 2 Abnorm: Is an Abnorm, that was born Human, but at some later point in their life developed an Abnormality, and began to exhibit signs of being an Abnorm. From being exposed to X radiation for too long.
• Type 3 Abnorm: Abnorms that were originally Human. Technological enhancements and genetic manipulation change these humans to Abnorms. Sometimes referred to as "cyborgs", or genetically forced mutation.
• Type 4 Abnorm: Not actually an Abnorm. Regular Human, that uses technology as a base for 'abnormality'. Technology that has been engineered usually from Abnorms's powers and DNA. Humans that use such weapons to combat Abnorms, and for various other things. Only in typing, due to technical use of "powers and abnormalities". Could be considered dangerous, but not usually.
• Type O Abnorm: A class of Abnorm reserved for One only. The First Abnorm. Sometimes called the "Father" of abnormality: Zach Merk, exclusively. Not much else known about this class, other than Zach is a very very powerful Abnorm, speculated at fictitious "SS" rank.
• Type S Abnorm: A class of Abnorm, exclusively reserved for Abnorms that are above Rank A in power. These Abnorms are given "S" Rank. With SS rank above that. Lastly followed by the newly 'confirmed' SSX ranking of Abnorm. Type S Abnorms can technically be any other type of Abnorm **(Barring Type O)**, however, they are classified Type S, due to their monstrous power. S unofficial rankings are as follows:
  • 
    S Rank: Abnorms that are above even the highest previous ranking of A in power. S rank Abnorms are insanely powerful, with individuals posing threat to entire armies. S rank Abnorms are the epitome of Abnormality. "Eliminate with extreme prejudice". All "S" rankings of Abnorms, fall under "S" typing and ranking of Abnorms. Anything else is just more precise.
    "SS Rank": Abnorms even more powerful than S Rank technically is. **No Abnorms registered at this rank.**
    --Mythical legendary rank. Not an official ranking as by the World Government.
    SSX Rank: Rank given to Abnorms that have "god-like" power. Abnorms that are considered gods on Earth. (Only a handful exist-- maybe.)

New-World: Means the New-World after WWIII, after year 2035. A "Dark World". Governments, and most modern-day society is gone. Modern conventions are in the past. Electricity and vehicles are almost exclusively used by higher New-Organizations.

New-America: America after WWIII. Governed predominantly by the "World Government".
New-Europe, New-Asia, New-Africa, etc: Those nations of the same name, just after the world went Dark after WWIII.

World Government: A militarized-style government founded in Freefall City. Rose up after WWIII knocked out the previously established American government and military. The World Government attempts to dictate everything across the New-World. They advocate peace, but mostly rule by fear and power, oppressing those against them. The World Government hates Abnorms (primary reason for this is thought to be because Abnorms pose a threat to their New-World. Other reasons include, but aren't limited to, biblical reasons perhaps, just general disdain for Abnorms that most people have, wary of the unknown, and finally, their ability to militarize and weaponize Abnorms and abnormalities.) Theres a dark side to the WG, few know (however most Abnorms know, or at least speculate, which is why Abnorms fear the WG). They regularly kidnap Abnorms. To either lock them away, experiment on them, to learn about their abnormalities, or to extract their abnormalities for later use, or to just simply kill them. Because of this the WG has an infamously dark reputation.

Freefall City: New-"Capital" of New-America, after Washington D.C. was destroyed on DoD Day. Freefall City is considered the 9th wonder of the world. A masterfully built metropolis, that was fully built by 5 years after DoD Day. The cornerstone of the "Free" World and a shinning beacon to all of Humanity. Proving that Humanity can pull itself up out of the deepest depths, even when it appears all hope is lost.

DoD Day: Day of Destruction. The first day officially of WWIII. January 7th, 2033 a.d., approximately 9:27 am. Thats the official start of WWIII, when the Godhand first fired. Putting a crater in the U.S. ranging from Kentucky all the way to Maryland.

'Gods' Crater: The crater on the Eastern side of the US. Where the Godhand first struck. A crater of astronomical size. The size ranging from Kentucky all the way to Maryland. Everyone who lived in the crater beforehand, was instantly wiped out, 100% fatality rate. No life absolution. Was once states of imaginable worth and beauty, now a crater, desolate, bleak. Any inhabitants of the crater are largely unknown and cut off from anyone else.

Guilds: Groups of Abnorms that gather together. Usually have a leader of sorts. They are primarily made up of Abnorms. They primarily are good people. They are the antithesis of gangs.

Gangs or Abnorm Gangs: Gangs of Abnorms, that harass and claim land due to their newly found Abnormalities, and their new ability to oppress citizens. Citizens who already have a tough time.

Gang and Guild Tattoos: Gang members have the tradition of usually branding somewhere, their Gang's symbols, on their members body. Guilds sometimes do this as well. Not all do this obviously.

Forever Army: A massive Army located primarily in New-Asia, and somewhat in New-Africa. Army mainly includes Abnorms. Its the Army of the "King of All". The new King that rules Asia and Africa. The Forever Army's emblem is an infinite symbol, with an eye around it, and a spear piercing it from the top and out the bottom. The Forever Army boasts to be an Army, that will last forever, ruled by a new lineage of Kings and Queens. Their ambition is to one day conquer all of the New-World.

Future for Abnorms Society (FAS): A largely underground group. Though they have been revealing themselves more often as of late, trying to gain some headway towards their ideals. FAS believes in freedom. For not just Abnorms. For all. FAS is an organization made up of Abnorms as well as Humans. They preach freedom and equality for both. FAS dreams that one day both Humans and Abnorms will live side by side, equal, free, and with respect for their fellow people. Actually, FAS was founded by a Human. Professor Eldritch Vancouver. A man who believes equality is possible for every person. However, there are people that hate what FAS stands for, and those people are enemies, so FAS remains mostly underground and hidden away.

Bounty Hunters: Humans that hunt Abnorms for bounties. Or for various other reasons. Most bounties are given out by the World Government. Most Hunters (for short) are aware what the World Government does to the Abnorms they bring in. However, most Hunters do not care. Some are even happy about it. You see. These Bounty Hunters are not average people hunting bounties. They adamantly hate and disdain Abnorms. They are humans that believe Abnorms are Devil's-Children, as do some regular Humans that aren't hunters. They believe Abnorms to be a blight on Humanity, and adamantly search out ways to crush Abnorms. The League of Bounty Hunters are more a fanatical group of radicalists, as opposed to just vigilantes. Quite dangerous. Highly prejudice. They do not hesitate to stop Abnorms in any fashion they see fit. Note: Some Bounty Hunters exist that do not believe in these radical views. These bounty hunters are not associated with the "League of Bounty Hunters".


Leaders: People who generally lead and govern groups or societies. Various pronounced, noteworthy Leaders in Dark World currently are

• His Emminence, Supreme President-General Herald, Sir. Mormont V. Castan: Current Leader of the World Government, self-proclaimed leader and president of New-America.
• Right-Hand to Mormont Castan: Supreme-Commander, Firenze Stall.
• King-of-All: Jeauyus: A self-proclaimed King. Ruler of the Forever Army. Conqueror of New-Asia and New-Africa.
• "'Goddess' of Blood" Queen Anjika: Jeauyus's ruling queen.
• Princess Elusa Alois: The daughter of Jeauyu, and Anjika
• "The Trinity": "One entity" that consists of three Abnorms. The Ghost. The Holy. The Vision. These three "deity"-Abnorms not only rule New-Europe, but are also its prophets of New-Europe's new religion that worships Abnorms, and Abnormalities. Ascendaism. A religion that believes Abnorms are Angels-born human. And that one day the Trinity will bring on the rapture, and open up the gates to Ascendus: Abnorm Heaven. Regardless of being Abnorm or not, if you are a devote follower, you will be allowed in. That is what Ascendaism teaches, as preached by the Trinity.
• Heath: Elected Leader of the League of Bounty Hunters

The "Polarize Effect": A strange, rare occurrence, between two Abnorms. Their powers react in away that is yet to be understood. Several things can occur when the Polarize Effect goes off, but the primarily interesting one, is infusing an Abnorm, with both Abnorm's abilities. Essentially, giving an Abnorm a new power. This transference is rare, and baffling. It is uncertain what causes this exactly, and what all of the effects of this are. The Polarize Effect is of great interest to many, and is a object of research for those many.

**Anything like this, are technically lies**

 

[Idea]

Well, who are our characters supposed to be and what are they supposed to be doing?

What are the post requirements?

 

[Thalia_Neko]

Vira (Escaflowne)

Vira was sitting there some seedy tavern in the Mid-Westish part of New-America, having herself a drink, when a man sat at her table. He placed a coin-purse down before her. He picked it up and gave it a few enticing jingles, before placing it back down, with a raised eyebrow at the dark-haired woman before him. He looked at Vira sitting there and said plainly, "I knows of a certain caravan headin' out from this town to Steel City. Its gots certain... interestin' items that I have much... interest in. I would like you to procure these items for me. Ya, get me?"

By his tone it seemed he was pretty sure she'd bite, but if he came to her specifically, he should've known that this sort of work wasn't her style. Vira hadn't even looked at him yet, but she replied darkly, "This sounds like the exact job I would be hired to stop, not do. So, if you still want to keep any 'interestin' items' you brought in with you today, you better leave in the next five seconds." She snickered, "Or I'll gladly take them off your hands." The dark girl watched in satisfaction at his immediate response to her words. The man's face contorted with shock and fright; he reached for the money - right as a dagger landed next to it. "Actually, leave that here - for wasting my time," she hissed. He gulped, retracted his hand and darted back out of the tavern. "Sniveling little rat."

The bartender, who had been observing the scene from where he stood cleaning out some mugs, laughed and leaned against the counter, towards Vira. He knew her well, since she was here more often than even some of the drunk laggards that frequented this place. He say this place was those people's home, but since she was around more often, perhaps it was more accurate to say it was her home, instead. For the life of him, he couldn't understand why. "You wonder why scumbags like that keep approaching you, yea? It's because you hang out in a place like this," he said to her, chuckling to himself, indicating her less-than reputable surroundings. "Look, if you don't want those sorts of people talking to you, you need to find a nicer, more respectable hang out, girl."

"What? There isn't any place like that," Vira hissed, slamming her empty mug on the table. Her face revealed the angry, foul mood she was in, considering she was all out of alcohol to amuse her. "Where can I get drinks and hang out? There is no respectable place like that. Gimme another drink."

"Vira. Sweetheart. You've had enough. I don't think you need another drink," he foolishly began saying, only resulting in more of the dark-haired girl's wrath.

"Ugh, asshole, did I ask for your opinion on the matter? I said I need another! So give me another!" Vira glared over at him, waving an empty mug. Then she groaned, rolling her eyes, motioning towards the sack of coinage on the table before her, that she now possessed.

"Righhtttt, you can pay -for once." The man seemed to contemplate it, pausing in his work. Setting down the now-clean mug, he moved towards some of his crappier stuff. All the while sighing, and shaking his head. "Alright. Coming up in a sec."

"What was that?!" Vira hissed.

"Said: 'Coming up in a sec'!" he repeated, glancing her way, only to see a rust-colored glare glitter from her eyes, gleaming in the corner she sat in.

 

[Clockwork Syringe]

Jackson opened the door to the dilapidated tavern letting a stream of light into the room. Of course, that would help give off an imposing image if he wanted to; but that was far from the truth. Despite the red eye lenses of his mask and his tattered cloak, Jackson was not one to enjoy or giving off a fearful image, it was just a side effect of his father's old military uniform. Closing the door behind him, he walked over to the bar with his boots making an audible creaking on the old substandard wood floor with each step he took. He placed his hand on the bar with a slight tap as he sat down on the cheap leather barstools all the while rummaging within his cloak. Taking out a flask he placed it upright on the bar top along with a small sack of money enough to fill the flask , but not all that much from his personal sack, and spoke with a audible yet muffled voice. "Mind filling this up please with something decent?" Watering holes like these he avoided, but there weren't that many other places he could find that would give him spirits at such a price. Everywhere else had the eyes of the World Government or were outlandishly expensive for him.

 

[FrostFire]

Kore Dair
​

Rubbing the thick, rectangular scar on her right thumb, Kore opened and closed each of her wooden cupboard doors, muttering to herself "Five jars pickled cabbage, 3 jars beetroot, 4 apples, a pear.... No more grains.", she said mournfully. No grains meant a trip into the nearest settlement, which was no easy feat. She hated going there, it was dangerous, smelly and teeming with humans - a setting she did her best to avoid.
"Ugh, if only I had listened to Father Hickory when he told me to plant Cousin Wheat 2 weeks earlier...", grumbling, she turned away from the wall and cupboards made from living branches, and they closed themselves.
She grabbed her largest bag, a warm and waterproof coat, fastened her belt securely to her side with all it's tools and items (most notably her beloved obsidian dagger), the last half of bread and 2 of the oldest apples, the only food that wouldn't last until she got back - the rest she could forage and find on her journey. Walking to her outer door, and she looked out, and down, listening on the breeze for the whispers of the trees. The doorway lead to a massive drop, the ground dizzyingly far down, over 60 meters, which was more than enough to kill a person if they fell from even half that height, and there were no stairs, no ladders up to her home. She patted the door frame, like the vast majority of her home, it was made from like branches and plants. "I shall be gone for a day or two, Elder Sequoia... May your leaves be green and plentiful.", she smiled kindly as the massive tree shivered a goodbye to her, as thick red branches moved up to the doorway, and she stepped onto one, as it lowered her gently but quickly down to the ground far below.
Patting the tree once more, she began the almost full day trip to the settlement, most of the journey she took in her canoe (decreasing the journey time significantly from what it had been) which she had made from a pine who had generously given her trunk to Kore for the canoe and paddle. It was sturdy and fast, the spirit of the kind pine still lingered within. Pushing off from the shore with her paddle, Kore placed it back into the boat, the current of the wide river and the tendrils of live wood across the whole canoe guiding her along effortlessly on her journey, the sun only just risen.

Spoiler: Home

Her home is something like this, but much much higher up, and wrapped around a giant Sequoia tree and it's neighbours, and made almost entirely from living plant matter - mostly branches.

 

[Syphe]

It's been several days now that Sera had last stopped to rest in any town. She was exhausted, still not having quite gotten used to the new life she had undertaken. Stopping at what seemed to be the entrance of a gate, she checked the cloth on her arms before entering the town to find a place to rest and gather information. She also needed to see if there were any forms of communication the town provided, hopefully for free.

Walking down the cracked road, she turned her head left and right constantly, taking in her surroundings. Many of the windows were cracked and broken, shattered. Few people walked outside. Sera felt that it wouldn't be a good idea to ask for directions, so she paid close attention to where people were headed and to the dusty signs.

After a few minutes of walking, she came upon a building that had a slightly different structure than the ones she saw before. Squinting her eyes at the rusty signboard, she barely made out the letters. A couple strangers entered through the doors and a nervous-looking man hurriedly pushed his way past her. His composure gave Sera a worried feeling, but she let it go.

Entering through the front door, Sera instantly smelled the distinct scent of alcohol around her. 'So I assume this is a bar?' She thought to herself. Not an ideal place, but it'll do. Spotting an empty table somewhat close to the counter, she laid her backpack atop the table and took inventory of what supplies she had left. Some rations were still there, food and water that could last her a few more days if she carefully managed it. Some reading material that she was almost finished with and a few medical supplies should she come across some in need of assistance.

Feeling satisfied, she leaned back in her seat and let out a sigh, pondering what to do next. She had heard a woman yelling not too long ago, so she was curious to know what that was about. There was also another man sitting at the bar that was ordering a drink: he might have some information that could be useful.

Sera returned the contents of her bag and went over to the bar, setting the bag carefully on the leg of her chair and carefully said a greeting to the man and the bartender.

 

[Kiroshiven]

Two weeks. Two long weeks had passed since Ryuji wound up in this human infested land called "New-America." It was very much unlike the way things were in the Forever Army. The humans made the Abnorms cower just because the WG was watching at all times. "Someday, this place will belong to the King of All." He muttered to himself as he entered into yet another King forsaken town. It was a shambled mess of town and held no sense of grandeur. "That's New America in a nutshell though." Ryuji sighed as he noticed a man mumbling to a couple of people down some side alley. "Oh?" Ryuji chimed with his curiosity peaked.

Quickly moving onto one of the roofs of a nearby house, Ryuji laid down flat to listen in. "I'm telling you, she took the money that I was using to get a crew together for you. If you want proof just go shake her down, she's at the bar at the end of the road." The man's voice seemed both terrified and infuriated. It seemed his comrades did not believe the tale, despite it being the truth. The way he spoke, his body language, they read as truth and that meant a woman was now in trouble. "Look, just get over there and talk to that girl with the long black hair, red eyes, and impressive sword. The bartender knows her and she's likely already using the money to get herself drunk on spirits."

"Spirits you say?" Ryuji leapt down blocking the main road from these threes. "A lady who doesn't hold back? My kind of woman." Ryuji kept a warm smile on his face despite the unnerved look he got from the bastard who was just spilling his guts and the two men whom already were getting ready to use their powers. "Oh my! It seems I've heard something I shouldn't have." A flash of silver flew out from underneath the garb covering his left hand, the three needles burying them into several pressure points on one of the two thugs. His body, convulsing and suddenly freezing up before falling to the side. "I'd suggest you take your friend somewhere safe and remove those needles before he's stuck like that." The second member looked between Ryuji and his comrade on the ground and snarled before dragging off his cohort. "Now you my talkative friend. Tell me more about this lovely damsel."

"Lovely? She threatened to take my hand off with her....." Ryuji's placed his mask onto his face. He was serious and the bloodthirsty look in his eyes reminded the man that he wasn't one to trifle with. "I mean, you seem like you could handle yourself with her." The man chuckled as Ryuji slipped the mask back into his robe. The glint in his eyes gone as the carefree grin worked its way back onto his face. "Well from what I saw, she's completely a loner and often tries to scare everyone off. The only person she talks to is the bartender, but she likes her drinks strong."

"A closed off woman with no place in her heart for love." Ryuji placed a hand over his heart. "Naomi, you have a kindred spirit here." Ryuji chuckled as he remembered the girl in his classes that he constantly hit on, but got nowhere fast because she was "too busy for love." Ryuji turned to the man and smiled. "Here," He placed a fairly small pouch of coins into the man's hand. "For the information." He smiled before he walked back out into the street and over to the aforementioned bar. He would've asked a bit more of the man, but he was likely running out of time before those two goons brought reinforcements.

As soon as he entered and heard the sound of wood against wood, Ryuji scanned the four corners of the bar. Making note of each individual present. The bartender was in his proper place behind the counter, there was a man heavily dressed with a flask getting filled. A woman with an exotic looking hairstyle that seemed very out of place in this kind of establishment. Several rough looking faces spread thinly through the bar, but there was the girl, just as the bastard had described. She was alone and her mere aura was enough to keep people at bay it seemed. Pulling out a bottle of Sake and a couple of saucers, Ryuji made his way over to the lass and sat down. "You know, if you dropped that menacing aura, you'd be an even more beautiful woman." He said, setting down the saucers and pouring some sake into each. "Care for a drink?" He smiled as he slid the sake bottle away into his robes.

Thalia_Neko

 

[Thalia_Neko]

Vira (Escaflowne)​

The big mug full of the dirty water that she downed day after day, minute after minute, slid in front of her. "Finally," she growled sourly at the bartender. He flashed her a look that meant 'watch it, girl'; even the laid back bartender had a set of nerves that someone like Vira could still test. It was odd, too, the two had gotten accustomed to each other like they were old friends. In a way, perhaps the man behind the bar was a friend to Vira. One of her only ones in this world. Anyway, she brought up the glass to her lips. Its foul taste stinging her tongue when she leaned back to take a large swig.

Eyes red from birth, indicating probable Abnormality right out the gate, glanced towards the doorway into this shithole. Someone came in. A fairly moderately tall man, with a weird mask walked in and up to the counter. He demanded some booze like any good patron, but already rubbed Vira the wrong way. Just his gait, his person, and the way he spoke to the man behind the counter. Regardless, it wasn't much her business, so she turned away, to take another swig, downing more than half her new glass.

Next came in a woman around her height, but immediately seemed weightier by appearance. Vira lowered her mug, with a raised eyebrow. This was definitely not the type of place for a woman like that. Hell, most were surprised to see the raven-haired girl in here, until she spoke, then her foul tongue quickly alerted them to her type. Most, though, who frequented this place were gruff guys of varying ill reputes. Vira was about to open her mouth to call out the other woman, wondering if she was a total idiot and not realizing just where she was, but another entered. Then he promptly came up to her, and sat right down in the same booth she sat in, staring right at her, even speaking to her.

Vira immediately felt a hot flash. It meant she wanted to punch the smug man's smirk right off his face, but she entertained restraint. Especially since within seconds he revealed more alcohol, offering it to her. Heh, it seemed she was a bit rash in her judgment of this man; good thing she didn't knock his lights out right at the onset of their interaction, huh? However, she still glared at him for his first statement. "'Beautiful', huh?" She asked, clearly not impressed. Looking down at the sake and saucers, she commented dryly, "Y'know, people usually come into these places looking for alcohol. They don't normally enter already possessing some." She got right to the point, "I am impressed with your wherewithal to bring me an offering, and starting with it, but... What do you want? Indeed, I'll take your alcohol off ya, but don't expect me to open.. the gates right off the bat." She reached over and snatched the saucer, downing the drink remarkably quick.

 

[Clockwork Syringe]

Jackson nodded and gave a muffled "Thank you" as the bartender poured him a drink in his flask. He then turned his head to the woman who had addressed him, a rather slender woman with cloth on her arms and her eyes were half open. Jackson simply nodded and waved a hand and went back to his thoughts. It wasn't that he didn't want to talk to her, he wanted for her to make the first move, he had to be careful. Nevertheless, he took a sip of his drink and went about musing on his past. It had been 5 years since he had last seen or heard from his parents, the night he escaped. ~I wonder how they're doing now and if my escape gave them problems?~ Jackson thought to himself.

Syphe

 

[Syphe]

Noticing the man's very brief response to her, Sera assumed that he was not a talkative type. She wasn't surprised too much, though, it'd be a stretch to assume that any friendship that flows her way would come easily. For all she knew, the man could be a bounty hunter, and if it weren't for the cloth, he'd be attacking her by now. His appearance wasn't helping the friendly atmosphere either. While it didn't intimidate her much, there must be a reason for such attire. She would have to choose her words carefully until she can get a better grasp of who he really is.

"My name is Sera. Do you mind a little conversation with me?"

She took out some cash and laid it on the counter. "Something light, please," she called out to the bartender.

Alcohol was not really her thing, but there are times when it's ok, as she tells herself. She made sure to not consume too much, as now more people were entering the bar at this point. A particularly interesting man caught her eye, as he was the only one who seemed unfazed by the other woman and dared to approach. That woman did not seem like the type who'd appreciate much company. The consequences could be quite amusing, she imagined. Were the bars in these parts always this interesting?

Clockwork Syringe

 

[Clockwork Syringe]

Jackson's thoughts were interrupted by the woman, "Sera" as she asked if she could talk with him. ~It could probably get my mind off my parents so I think a little conversation wouldn't hurt.~ However, he had to be careful not to give too much away as he spoke with her. "I suppose, just call me Jackson. His eyes were hidden behind the red lens of his mask as he looked over her again. Was she wounded? Was that why she was wearing the cloth on her arm? And she seemed a little too keen on wanting to talk with him in the first place though.
Syphe

 

[Kiroshiven]

Ryuji merely smiled as he felt the tension in the girl ebb away slightly. His eyes trying to read her movements in case he stepped on a landmine. "Of course not. I would never expect a wild flower such as yourself to just bloom instantly for me." Ryuji continued to let his words dance off his tongue as he took a drink of his sake. "Ahh, nothing beats a good drink of sake." His smile never wavered as he looked to her. "As for what I want, it's merely to see if I can find my own little oasis inside this desert hell hole of a nation." Ryuji wasn't shy about where he came from, nor did he care if people feared him for being from outside the nation. "And after hearing the wild rantings of a bastard to some thugs in an alley, I learned of you. A desert flower armed with her own thorns. If only there was a way to get past them." He chuckled softly while looking to the bartender. "I hope you have some sake or heck anything exotic." Pulling out some of the coins he'd......confiscated from some less than savory Bounty Hunters, he showed the barkeep that he indeed had the money to pay for such expensive drinks. "Bring me and the lady the bottle and leave it. I have a feeling it'll be empty within the hour." He laughed as his eyes moved back to his conversation partner. "My name is Ryuji Nakamoto. And you are?" He spoke cheerfully as his eyes darted towards the woman with colorful hair and the gentlemen in the heavy garb. In his line of work, Ryuji had learned to never trust people grouping together.

Thalia_Neko

 

[Kiroshiven]

Rose sighed as she looked down at the bounty hunter. "Look dipshit, I told you I want information. My family was taken in by the WG four years ago by a traitorous cousin of mine. I've been following the leads back to you, the messenger. Now you're going to tell me the name of who sent you on that mission." Pulling out her trusty bowie knife Rose licked the edge of the blade as it gleamed. "Or I'm going to make sure that you walk home missing some digits." Rose was not the kindest of individuals when it came to interrogation. She wanted revenge for her gang and that meant doing whatever it took to get the information out of someone. "I'm going to count to five...." She ran the blade along the man's boot. "One." Sinking the blade into the leather she easily exposed his foot. "Two." The sweat dribbling down the man's face as he contemplated his options, but without being able to move, Rose knew those were very limited. "Three."

"Alright! Alright! I'll tell you what I know." The man panicked as he looked at the girl's eyes again, the feeling of losing his control on his body starting up once more, but if he didn't she'd probably stab him......again. "We never get information directly from anyone with the WG. It comes from another messenger in a string. It's to prevent bread trails like the ones you're looking for. Even if I knew the name of the guy who gave me the message, he wouldn't know the next in line. You could spend years hunting down every messenger and you'd still be no closer to what you're after." Thinking that giving her that honest answer was enough, the man was surprised when he felt the stinging sensation of being stabbed.

"That means that you're generally useless to me." Quickly finishing off the loose end and dumping his carcass into a nearby bin, Rose wiped her blade off on the side of a building. Sure, she didn't need to worry about being seen with blood stains on her, but she didn't like not looking cute. Sliding her glasses back on and slipping her blade into her sheath, the girl looked about this run down hell hole. "Now what am I supposed to do. There's no information trail for me to follow and I can't just go back to the rejects without having done SOMETHING about this insult." Grumbling to herself she continued to walk the streets trying to think of what on this god-forsaken rock she could do.

 

[Syphe]

Jackson, the man beside her, has revealed his name to her. Feeling somewhat relieved, Sera smiled just a little. The bartender brought down a cup and poured a brownish red liquid that sloshed inside. 'If I don't show him that I'm relaxed, how can I expect him to?' With that thought in mind, Sera let her shoulders droop and she relaxed her arms on top of the counter. She began to formulate her next words when she turned noticed him looking her over, no doubt wondering about the cloth on her arms.

Chuckling softly, she said, "I assume you're curious about my arms. Well... I used to work with injured people a lot, so I developed a habit of wrapping cloth around my arms in case I need to quickly stop bleeding." She carefully unwrapped a piece partway below her right shoulder. "Satisfied?"

Clockwork Syringe

 

[BlackJack]

ZEPHYR

Lost, that would be the word used to describe Zephyr at most times in his life, but in all honesty he was actually lost now. Wandering down an old cracked highway he had absolutely no idea where he was going, all he knew is he was low on food, water, and he was getting sicker. Sicker in the sense that his wounds were not healing very well and breathing was still really hard even with the mask on. He could not remember where he was before he was on this road. And the person who saved his life...their face slowly faded away in his mind. Why did he keep forgetting, he could not remember anyone he had met in his travels, he had no friends, no allies, and no one to protect him. He was weak, and he knew it. But he kept walking out in the open where he could get mugged so easily, but part of him did not care, he had little money and little supplies left. Zephyr was a mess and he felt like at this point it could honestly not get any worse. Thankfully on that old road it never did get worse. He walked safely down it till he eventually saw a shambling town off in the distance, his eyes dead set on making it but his feet were slowly giving way. He had to make it.

And he did, Zephyr was now just walking into town, whenever someone passed him or came to close he would freak out a bit and jump away, he looked like a kid at the moment. God this place was disgusting and teeming with crooks and criminals. He knew it too, he may not remember much but he had in a week learned how to survive. And survival meant not bothering with anything you saw and just being alone. And Zephyr was fine with that. He witnessed a few things go on but just watched from afar with wide eyes before making a slight noise and wandering away from the whole thing. He had better things to do. Like look for supplies, and if that did not work he could just ask for directions to the next town. He had enough to get him to the next one. He just hoped he would find another person who knew medicine and stuff.

Zephyr was close to the bar but he did not go in. He did not drink and did not want to waste money on something like that but he was outside sitting down against a building watching as people passed. He looked pitiful and sick. His skin pale and slightly turning to that of a grey color, not good when you are wounded. Whenever someone passed that looked normal he would speak up to the best of his ability and ask 'Can you give me directions to the next city or nearest supply seller' Most ignored him hence why he was sitting. Not every interaction went that way but still, generally most people just waltzed right on by and ignored him. Guess he looked like food for the animals, fine. He would just sit and wait then, for what he did not know, at the moment he was dazing off, no longer asking anyone but looking like he was already dead. His eyes a pale silver.​

 

[Clockwork Syringe]

Jackson watched as she started to unwrap her bandages, although he was a bit curious why she stopped halfway. However, he did not show it for his actual facial expression was safely hidden behind the mask. "I'm somewhat satisfied" Jackson replied to Sera's question. At this point he capped his flask and placed it back within the folds of his uniform. "Although I don't think that's the only question you have for me now is it?"

Syphe

 

[Ninth]

Ashelynn Graves
F | 17
Type 2 | Rank D

At Home
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"The only difference between good and evil, is the ground upon which you stand."​

Light humming would dance upon the quiet air, a strangely gentle tone considering the times. It's not as though all was completely silent, after all, that would be a denial of life. Even beyond the humming there was the sound of wooden beams groaning, crying out as a gentle wind pushed broadside upon the cheaper constructed home. Beyond even that, you could hear the voices of those outside, telling tales from their line of work. No, the use of quiet, here, instead refers to the fact that it was a welcoming air that gladly grasped that gentleness. For you see, this was a place of relative peace, where danger did not rest around the corner.

Shuffled footsteps echoed within the home, as her feet scuffed the floors. It was a slow pace, but one that held a light sway as if she were enjoying some idle thought. Why on Earth would an Abnorm be 'happy' in such a place, during such a time? After all, this was the place of their enemies. Her 'home' resided in none other than a hunter's settlement. Where bounty hunter's are naturally drawn to in order to receive payment for their 'jobs'. Well, that answer to that is quite simple. Good and Evil, they were just a matter of perception.

In the beginning, this all started when an Abnorm murdered two regular humans. And at the beginning of that, there was a hunter that chased an Abnorm from their home. Sure the chain continues, but ranting on would perhaps drain the point. 'Abnorm', 'Bounty Hunter', those two are simple titles that try to promote some shape of 'Evil'. Here in this settlement, people greet their neighbors like in any other. They laugh with their friends, and bicker with those they don't understand. In the end, it's just another collection of people attempting to make ends meet. And whenever that line becomes invisible? You get a blind girl that can happily live within the safety of her home. Full of anticipation as she wonders those halls freely whilst carrying a book.

Times are indeed hard, they are everywhere. But just listening to those that pass, spending a single evening by an open window. You can pick up the smaller feelings of hope. People talking of tomorrow, or even their hobbies. The fact that people can openly bicker, though a little rougher then one might hope. They know that they may very well pass on by the end of the day, as that was their line of work. But they lived on, one way or another. Whose to say that the person you converse with one day, won't be there the next? Yet, there they are plain as day. Still conversing despite the possibilities, not a single one of them clinging on to the possible darkness.

Abnorms, surely they are no different. Even if the first, and only one the girl has met was a murderer. There was a reason behind it, just as there always is. Perhaps he was in fear of being killed himself, thanks to the rumors that spread about them. They are not all killers, but they will turn if there is one that changes them. Just like the Hunters.

So you see, when one takes into consideration that evil is simply a perception, there is no reason to ponder as to why a blind girl remains free from depression. At times her steps might become a little uncertain, unknowing of whats ahead, but in the end the step is still taken. After all, she can enjoy what is coming next. Even if there is a period in between where it gets a little rough. If one day she were taken in, or even killed. At least she would know that there was some reason behind it, that enriched a 'life'. What was it that she could look forward to, seeing as she was stuck in this house all day everyday? The fact that there was someone out there, that would even bother to set everything else aside, just to read a book to one incapable.

 

[Randomfella]

It had been days before even a crumb of food had entered her mouth, if it wasn't for her affliction she probably wouldn't survive in this harsh land alone. She tried to remember a time when she would wish to eat daily, as most humans do... But she couldn't, and she definitely could no longer relate. The hooded figure stumbled through the streets, trying her best to avoid any attention from the residents, her freakish hands tucked into the pockets, lined with a special material she had only obtained recently. Around these parts it was safer to keep your attributes hidden, but most of all, the safety of the townsfolk concerned her. Getting some supplies without garnering any attention would do for now, though that wasn't always how these visits went down.

Jess had been travelling for so long now that she almost had no idea where she was, she was running, unsure of what, or if she
was even being chased, but she couldn't take any chances, if they found her now... She wouldn't go back.
"First thing's first." She thought to herself, moving her pocketed hands toward her stomach, she needed something to sustain her in the meantime, and usually establishment owners were happy enough to give basic information on the town, it was far safer and easier than asking a passerby.

As she ventured toward the center of town however, she couldn't help but hear a comment in the distance, it was feint to her ears, but the letters could hardly be something else. "WG" The voice echoed in her head, causing Jess to stop for a moment, watching the alleyway, her face hidden under the shade of her hood. Was the conversation about the World Government? The parts she could piece together didn't sound pleasant. Perhaps they too were after the WG... Or maybe they worked for them... A bounty hunter searching for lost subjects.


Jessica's thoughts got the better of her, distracting her to the small woman leaving the alley, blade in hand. Panicked, Jess quickly turned her hooded figure away, continuing quickly toward where she believed a bar would be.
"Did she notice me?" Rang out in her mind, her ears perking up in an attempt to notice any nearby footsteps, but she was by no means an audible expert.

The door to the establishment swung open, a strange cold breeze drifting in to tickle the inhabitants on the hot day. Venturing to the side of the bar, away from the other patrons, she quietly mumbled to the barkeep, dropping a coin onto the bench without exposing her hands. After a few words were exchanged about the town, Jess took the small board of a quarter loaf by her pockets into the corner of the room. There she sat far from any others, skulking in the darkness, refusing to reveal any of her features, slowly nibbling at the bread.

Kiroshiven
@Bar

 

[Kiroshiven]

Scarlett was sitting on the floor next to her "master." Her eyes seemingly lifeless as she ate a piece of meat that came from some unknown animal. It didn't matter to her, it was food which meant she'd have her strength. At the sound of people entering into the main chambers, she quickly rose and grabbed her axe-spear, the weapon that they'd spent a small fortune making just so it wouldn't break from her ridiculous amount of strength. A low growl escaped from her lips as she pointed the weapon towards the pair of idiots walking up to her master without a shred of respect.

"Easy dog, we don't know what they're here for." The man's voice was cold as he looked down at the girl, she immediately relaxed and returned to eating her meal. "So boys, what's the meaning of returning so soon? I thought I told you that I didn't want to see you until the job was done and I had those 'valuables' within my possession." He snarled a bit as the pair stammered.

"Well, it seems a couple of people have interfered with those plans boss." The one that still seemed to have decent levels of motor control continued. "The guy we had going around to gather our 'crew' kinda lost the money to some bitch in that run down bar a few blocks from here. Then when we were about to confront him about it, this red-headed weirdo drops down and immobilizes Verik here with just three silver needles." Verik struggles to nod as his body is still recovering from the needle removal that took place a few minutes ago.

Scarlett's master scowled as he listened. "Some random bitch? Did he descri-never mind. It was undoubtedly that bitch that Yahn's always talking up. But ultimately, what you're telling me is that you trusted a random person to take care of our operation?" Scarlett's master roared in frustration as his hands sparked wildly. Scarlett instinctively scooched a few more inches away from her master and continued to eat. "Why do I allow myself to be surrounded by such incompetence!" Turning to the pair he snarled. "Gather about eight others including Yahn, then all of you and Dog here are going to get my money back. As well as teaching this outsider not to fuck with us. Am I understood?"

"Crystal Boss!" Scarlett merely barked in agreement. If she had spoken her master would have shocked her. She'd learned that lesson early.

"Now Dog, your orders are simple. Bring me my money back. I don't care if our guys get hurt or not. Clear?" He whispered into her ear as she finished up the last of her meal. Another affirmative bark was all that got out of her mouth before she picked up her weapon and went out to meet up with her "posse" and take back what was rightfully stolen by them.

 

[Pyosimros]

| VIOLA FULMEN |

"Have you brought everything you'll need Viola?" an aging man questioned her, walking in circles around the girl as he had his hand placed on his chin. "Toiletries, a pocket knife, some matches, water filter, food-"

"Radio, flashlight, notebook, and a pencil. I'm fine, dad," Viola assured the old man with a smile, gently patting on her comically over-sized backpack twice for emphasis. Externally she put on a mask of cheer, yet internally she grew restless and annoyed. Five minutes of the beginning of each hour before Viola's departure was spent engaging in this similar chatter. This was the sixth time her father had done this check-up; five too many. And while this was the sixth check-up, Viola understood it would be the last - as in a few minutes she would be exploring the world on her own.

"Mmm...just stay safe out there okay?" her father sighed, "Fighting isn't exactly your specialty, and you don't have any abnorm pow--oh, never mind. Just radio whenever you need help!"

Noticing Viola's increasing look of offense and discontent her father had decided to cut himself off - instead focusing on something other than Viola's lack of ability. Appreciating it, her smile soon stretched across her face again and she spun around, now facing towards the exit of her household.

"Well, I'll be seeing you in a week or so. Bye!" she called, waddling towards the door - making sure she refrained from flopping due to the weight of her backpack. Exiting the household, she embarked on a new journey. Whether it be of discovery, thrills, or danger, Viola could not tell yet, and she still hadn't the clue of where to go or what to do. Yet she knew she had a week to herself, and she was about to relish it as much as possible.

--

An hour of walking had past and Viola was rightfully exhausted. She had arrived into a town unbeknownst to herself. It had this rather seedy nature towards it, almost as if Viola were being watched with every move she made. Though she kept trudging forth on these streets, hopeful that she would find something better in the future.

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VIOLA FULMEN

"Have you brought everything you'll need Viola?" an aging man questioned her, walking in circles around the girl as he had his hand placed on his chin. "Toiletries, a pocket knife, some matches, water filter, food-"

"Radio, flashlight, notebook, and a pencil. I'm fine, dad," Viola assured the old man with a smile, gently patting on her comically over-sized backpack twice for emphasis. Externally she put on a mask of cheer, yet internally she grew restless and annoyed. Five minutes of the beginning of each hour before Viola's departure was spent engaging in this similar chatter. This was the sixth time her father had done this check-up; five too many already. And while this was the sixth check-up, Viola understood it would be the last - as in a few minutes she would be exploring the world on her own.

"Mmm...just stay safe out there okay?" her father sighed, "Fighting isn't exactly your specialty, and you don't have any abnorm pow--oh, uhm never mind. Just radio whenever you need help!"

Noticing Viola's increasing look of offense and discontent her father had decided to cut himself off - instead focusing on something other than Viola's lack of ability. Appreciating it, her smile soon stretched across her face again and she spun around, now facing towards the exit of her household.

"Well, I'll be seeing you in a week or so. Bye!" she called, waddling towards the door - making sure she refrains from flopping due to the weight of her backpack. Exiting the household, she embarked on a new journey. Whether it be of discovery, thrills, or danger, Viola could not tell yet, and she still hadn't the clue of where to go or what to do. Yet she knew she had a week to herself, and she was about to relish it as much as possible.

--

An hour of walking had past and Viola was rightfully exhausted. She had arrived in a town unbeknownst to herself. It had this rather seedy nature towards it, almost as if Viola were being watched with every move she made. Though she kept trudging forth on these streets, hopeful that she would find something better in the future.

 

[Exanis]

Adelphos Ihabni

Hunter | At a House | Ninth ​

Sidelong glances have long since become something you grow accustomed to if they are constantly thrown your way ever since you are little. Whether it be the looks your parents send you, filled with worry, concern, and love, when they don't think you notice. Or the looks your uncle sends you, a deep pride for what you've become and what he's accomplished for and with you. The looks of friends as they try to hide their anxiousness when they see what you're capable of, struggling to reconcile the mask with the beast. The hushed whispers and furtive glances of strangers when they see you walking down the street, eyes filled with suspicion and the desire to be anywhere but near you, as if distance has any sway in you accomplishing your goal. Yet, best, and worst, of all is the looks of your enemies, primal fear responding to your primal instinct to hunt and tear and kill, before you've even done anything. Eventually you grow to expect all these looks from everyone, like clockwork honestly.

Just the same, those people that you interact with often enough learn to try and hide their worries. They try to not get on your bad side, or just stay out of your way in general. And it's not a bad deal in all honesty. A small nod of respect here, a thin smile there, it simply shows that while they're wary, they at least understand, to some degree, that you're on the same side. They give you the respect that everyone knows you deserve and make sure not to hinder you, but help. And it works out from there.

But the glances still exist, and in the back of everyone's mind their fight or flight alarm is blaring whenever you are near, all because of what you are. And yet, even as Adelphos all but skipping down the street, singing what seemed to be a random sea shanty, he couldn't help but wonder, if he's gotten so accustomed to people's reactions to him, to the bestowed title of "Boogeyman" and all that came with it, why did he care so much about going to the one place where that seemed to be lacking? Did it mean anything, or was his intrigue based on something else? Honestly though...

He really didn't care why.

And it was with that thought he picked up his pace as his keen eyes spotted his target in the distance, an average looking house with no true defining features. As he left the hubbub of the street, he could pick up the soft exhales behind him as everyone relaxed ever so slightly while he glided further and further away. Just. Like. Clockwork.

Ignoring the antics of the prey, for that's what everything that feared him was: prey, Adelphos siddled up to the side of the building and trekked around to his usual point of entry, that being a window that by now was always just open for him by one of the occupants here. Slinking through the opening, he silently crept through the house, a grin on his face as he listened for who he was looking for. Ears perking at the soft shuffling of footsteps, he made his way towards them, silent as ever, and as he turned a corner there they came into view, a girl clutching a book and seemingly in thought. Moving up next to her, he threw an arm around her thin shoulders, peeringly down questioningly at the book in her hands.

"Hiya! What'cha got for me t'day?"

 

[Syphe]

Securing the cloth back below her shoulder, she took one glance at Jackson before taking a small sip of her drink. It was bittersweet. Maybe buying a drink was unecessary, she thought. Even during her times back home, she rarely drank much. Most of the time, her comrades would invite her to parties where everyone got insanely drunk, while she firmly held onto a cup of water.

Sighing softly, Sera nodded. "Yes, I have a few more questions, simple ones. I don't come to this place often so I was wondering if there is a communication facility here. That, and if there's any information that you don't mind sharing. I'll stop bothering you after."

Clockwork Syringe

 

[Thalia_Neko]

Vira (Escaflowne)​

"'Wild' flower is right, you'd do well to remember that," Vira chimed back haughtily, extremely pleased with herself, while she downed both the liquid in the saucer and the hot liquid in her mug. She made a little face, enjoying the sting of the hard liquid sliding through her already burnt esophagus. Yet the raven-haired 'beauty' knew no restraint. "Hm? 'Oasis'?" She wondered what he was talking about, as the girl was not the most educated, certain intricacies of such speech were lost on her. Especially considering her inebriated state. Still slightly confused, but regarding him with a more curious gleam, she snorted, "Ah, I see. You're one of those poets are ya? A 'word-weaver'. The witty, fancy type, ya? Like a diamond. You know: a man whose words are valuable and shimmery."

The girl snorted, clearly unimpressed by how he held himself before her, despite how it seemed she had been praising him. The comment about him hearing about her was weird; one she didn't particularly care for. It wasn't good when someone chatted about you to random strangers. Not in this world. At least none of them knew she was an Abnorm. Elsewise she'd have frikkin' Bounty Hunters galore up her asshole. Something Vira didn't need for sure. Vira smiled sickly-sweet at him. The girl, being as uneducated as she was, had a unique way of talking. It was like her voice was still growing into its own, perpetually clouded by smarmy assholery. It was laced with a tinge of sarcasm, dripping with vitriolic acid, but had a distinct titter of femininity to it. It was like talking to a sailor, who was distinctly a girl. -A distinctly immature foulmouthed girl. "Aha! Shit! 'Thorns', I like that, smarty pants. But, idiot, you should really update your judgmenting skills; try 'fangs' instead." The flash of darkness exchanged in her comment was brief, for he ordered some more booze.

"AHHAHAHAHA~ You bloody fool!" Vira burst out laughing loudly, slapping her fist down on the table. "What? Does this place look like some 5-star establishments? Ya think this bloke has any sort of fancy exotic stuff? -Pfftt~hahahaha! Not a fat-fukin' chance! Not around here! You can pay him extra, but we'll still be drinking glorified dishwater!"

The man behind the dishwater gave Vira yet another look. Something along 'chill', or 'calm down'. "Why, thank you goodsir! Always happy to see a respectable man such as yourself around here! -They don't come around often! I appreciate you and your coin! But I am afraid the miss is right. My stuff isn't the best.. Hard to get the best around here. AH~! Anyway! Here's my best stuff! I apologize if it isn't up to your standards, but I hope you'll appreciate it!" He pulled out some fancy looking bottle and placed it before the two, cheerily taking the man's payment.

Vira chuckled, "Well, whatever, yo. As long as you keep the 'water' flowin', I'll tolerate you... 'Ryuji', huh? Heh." She prepared to taste some of that top-shelf stuff that the bartender gave them. "Me? Fft. If you must know. -Just call me Vira."

 

[Kallo]

The sound of distant yelling was one of many he was used to due to the spot he decided to set up his small camp for the next few weeks. Growling to himself as he looks around, noticing the sound of people walking past the ally he was set up in. Raising an eyebrow as he slowly stood upon the last man walking past, looking at the group before glancing around in an attempt to see if anyone that could possibly be of a threat was nearby. As he trailed behind the group just inside earshot while making it seem as a coincidence that he was managing to go the same way they where. Hell even adding in the fact of him taking a turn they didn't and walking along the other side of the street. Though he notices that he managed to reach the bar before they did...

With about a full street length to spare as he slowly walked into the establishment. Taking a glance around in an attempt to notice anyone that he could recognize. Though failing as he simply shrugs. Looking around the bar for anyone that could fit the description of who the group was possibly searching for. Though he shrugs as he fails to see anyone in particular, walking over to a corner and watching over the commotion going on through the building. At least he was for a small while until her heard a voice from the side of him. "Hey dimwit. Out of the way." Though he only let out a growl of annoyance as he heard the voice.


Though the man quickly moved from yelling at him to shoving him. Which responded in him shoving back with easily the same force. Nearly sending the man onto his rear. "Your excused...Might want to watch where your going next time." He growls in annoyance back. The man looking up at him with a glare before standing slowly. A couple of men chuckling for a moment as he then walks away.


Though that only left Kevin slightly more paranoid as he waited for the chaos to start...Whether from the man he just shoved down into his place...Or the possible gang going through towards the bar...Yet again he could be wrong...And it could just be a coincidental area near the bar.

@ Bar
Kiroshiven ....Maybe?

 

[Clockwork Syringe]

Jackson was about to speak when two new individuals entered the bar, two very young individuals in fact. He couldn't get any closer look due to them sitting so far away. Turning back to Sera, he spoke. "I honestly have no idea where the communication facility is here and I was going to try to figure it out myself." Begrudgingly, he spoke the next few words, "Perhaps we could team up, at least for a little while until we find our location?" He then looked back to see two others, a female and a male drinking together very loudly in fact. Actually, a lot of people were entering the bar to be exact, too many people. That made Jackson on edge as he recalled a lesson his father taught him. ~When a location becomes very crowded all of a sudden, there is a good chance something is about to happen.
@Bar
Syphe