Realistic or Modern 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐋𝐀𝐒𝐓 𝐎𝐅 𝐔𝐒 (𝙢𝙖𝙞𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙).

[idiot]

Zeva Walker.

SEATTLE — DAY 1.

Zeva's shoulder ached, the bow's string taut against her finger, aimed towards the blonde-headed, gun-wielding woman. Only a moment ago it was just Novak and her, before Veronica and the oddly-named, Chip, showed up. Now there was this woman and the two men who appeared behind some bookshelf. Zeva didn't have time to question their entrance as everyone began squabbling, leaving Zeva uneasy.

The blonde woman was young, Zeva guessed, as she hurled out questions like a torrent, leaving Zeva debating to release the arrow into her jugular. The fiery Veronica tried to reason with her, yet she continued. For once Novak was quiet, Zeva noticed, as a moment of silence fell upon the ground, the wind howling through the trees ringed in Zeva's ears.

A deep voice boomed behind them, Zeva's head whipping behind to see the words falling from Chip's mouth. Novak started chuckling at what Chip said, leaving Zeva confused, wondering what he meant by 'go finger one yourself'. Finger a body — like their wounds? Zeva began to ponder the expression before Novak spoke; Chip having situated himself on one of the wooden chairs.

"He has a point, obviously we have some morality between us if no one has fired a shot." Novak began, who was by Zeva's side, almost comically taller than her. "Why don't we all take a seat and have a good old chat and work something out, yeah?" The bearded giant gave his annoyingly wide smile that Zeva hated.

Novak turned around as an arrow was suddenly zipping a few feet above Zeva, embedding into the sturdy door by Novak's head.

An ear-splitting whistle blared in the distance, birds flocking from the trees — eager to escape the noise. Zeva's eyes widened, the sound was all too familiar. That specific whistle tone meant one thing.

"Seraphites. They are attacking," Zeva was unable to hide the fear creeping onto her face, yet she didn't move. Brown-clothed figures on horseback rushed from the treeline, hoods cloaking their scarred faces. Machetes and sledgehammers glimmered in the afternoon sun, the horse's hooves echoing against the pavement surrounding the library. Another whistle tone sounded, a dozen arrows flying from the treeline, hurdling towards the group.

"Shit! Everyone get inside!" Novak howled, slinging his gun from his back. Zeva screamed ferociously, the arrow finally releasing from her bow, whizzing past the blonde woman's head and sinking into the chest of an approaching Seraphite. Gunfire roared in her ear from Novak's gun, as the pair joined Chip in the library. Novak gripped the sturdy door, shouting once more, "get the fuck inside!"

They found me. They are going to kill me and everyone else here.

suzzallo library

focused fear

seraphite 'uniform'

BELIAL. mangomilk ReverseTex scorpiodragon oliver

coded by natasha.

 

[oliver]

mood:
panicked

mentions:
Novak

interactions:
Nii
Levi

tags:
jay.rain
idiot

MICKEY LIAKOS

Still not quite comfortable proceeding into the building, Mickey continued to wrap around the building, surveying any of the people and groups that had formed. They saw several people enter including a big burly man with a younger girl, another woman and a male, a lone girl, and two men after they’d had a small altercation outside.

Suddenly, nearby footsteps, shouting, and silence grabbed their attention away from Suzzallo and it’s attendees. Humming quietly, Mickey strode in the direction of where the sound had come, being careful to initially duck and find any bits of cover in the vegetation and debris. Once they peeked their head around a sculpture that had since split in two, they finally found the source of the noise.

Two boys, who had picked up their pace once against and were headed straight towards Mickey’s direction near the library. For a moment they panicked but ultimately ended up stepping out into the open with their hands splayed in front of them as a message of peace. “Hey?” They greeted, unsure of how they would be received. To be fair, they had been holed up in a house for the majority of their life with the only people they were able to interact with being their family members. This was new, but a challenge they were ready to take on.

“Who the fuck are you?” The taller one said, immediately reaching for his gun to prep in case things went wrong. Mickey instinctively put their hand on their waistband, feeling for their own gun. However, they made no move to actually pull it out. They didn’t want to appear threatening.

“My name’s Nii!”

"No one was asking you."

"He should know!"

"Fucking why?"

Lifting their hand from their belt, Mickey scratched their head. “Ah…. Nice to meet you Nii!” They grinned awkwardly. “My name is Nomiki. But people just call me Mickey.”

Laughing softly, they rubbed the back of their neck and turned to glance towards the library to interrupt the trivial argument and find out the answers to some of the important questions. “So, you guys heard the radio message too, huh? Do you guys know each other?” Mickey couldn’t tell whether they were just friends or related somehow.

Nii, the friendlier boy, had stared at Mickey. It was odd, but they didn’t really mind. “Nice to meet you too.” He’d mumbled before glancing downwards.

“Yeah, we started travelling here as soon as we heard it. This is my younger brother, Nii. My name’s Levi.” Levi was definitely more callous and briefly had Mickey on edgy up until he’d finally put his gun away. It was about time he’d read the room. “Not looking for any trouble, are you, sweetheart?”

The pet name caught Mickey off guard momentarily, but they shrugged and shoved their hands in their pockets. “Does it look like I am?” They challenged, shooting a grin at Levi. “We can fight if you want, but I'll be honest-- I didn’t come here for that.”

At least the younger brother seemed to understand that the passive-aggressive hostility wasn’t necessary whatsoever, apparent by his expression.

“Well, in any case—” Mickey’s eyes went wide, and they paused abruptly in the middle of their sentence. Someone inside the library had called out some kind of warning and soon, it was apparent why.

“Guys. Run.”

ONE DAY I'LL COME FIND YOU
WHEREVER YOU MAY BE
IF ONLY TIME WAS KINDER
YOU WOULD STILL BE HERE

 

[scorpiodragon]

Sybil

"Time is an illusion when there's no hope in the dark." Interacting with None + mentions: None

Hostile

Suzzallo Library, Seattle, WA

jeans, t-shirt, combat boots

code by fudgecakez

- Look over your shoulder and hold your breath -

- There's a light at the end of the tunnel -

Partially out of view, one of the four living souls...well five now if she didn't count herself...spoke up about the standoff being ridiculous before he went onto a slightly winded spiel about there being more people coming to the library and that the bodies on the floor had likely been here for a while and everyone just should calm down. If he droned on, like some of the women had when teaching the children, she was probably going to just start firing, once she got her safety off again. But he seemed to quiet down after speaking and went to retrieve a dusty wooden chair from somewhere instead and then sat down, as if he were interested in watching said shootout or he was just bored with the conversation and the people here. Well, aren't you just a peach? If you don't like being here then why did you come at all? He went further to say that if it were up to him, he would just kill everyone here and take their stuff. Sybil turned her gaze towards the stranger though he had hidden in shadows now, but by his voice he sounded like he meant it.

Finding some amusement in the words about checking the dead bodies to feel how cold they were, the young blond-haired woman didn't bother deigning that with a verbal answer, even though her eyes shone with mirth at the words. Sybil flicked her gaze again from person to person, the beefy looking man saying they should all pull up chairs and try to figure out a plan. Unfortunately, said plan and chatting, which she wasn't too sure about was quickly changed as the man turned to retrieve a chair and an arrow landed in the wood where the man's head had previously been. Perhaps millimeters from hitting him and causing injury or death. Seraphites? What the fuck are Seraphites? She was not sharing these potential meal sources with anyone.

"Everyone get inside!" The beefy man would come towards her, firing off a gun, and she narrowed her eyes as he came to a stop and stood at the door, shouting to those still outside to come on in, clutching the door frame. Exactly how many people were still outside? Sybil turned in time to see an arrow lodge itself into a person's chest and whipped her head around to see an arrow fired from the one that had previously pointed said arrow towards her initiating a standoff. The other looked like a frightened rabbit in the snare, only she wasn't kicking and struggling to breathe like said scenario. Sybil shot the other woman a glare as she turned around, seeing people with machetes and arrows that were sent flying, cloaked figures on horses coming towards the group in the library. She headed back into the library, not to hide, but to search for more weapons though she did think of stealing a gun from Novak. The woman frowned as she found a colt pistol and checked it. Empty. Pocketing it regardless, she hurried back to the door and let out a sharp whistle, Galaxy bolting towards the stairs at her owner's call and she dropped to a crouch before moving past Novak towards the steps, before straightening and jumping onto the mare as it came by. Fishing in a saddlebag, the woman yanked out a box of bullets and opened it, filling in the compartment with several bullets and fished out her dagger as well, slipping it and the box of bullets into her pockets. Shoving the bridle into a saddle bag, the woman squeezed the horse with her knees and the mare obeyed the command, turning towards the onslaught of arrows.

Hooves clattered down the stairs as the mare and rider headed into the onslaught of horses and arrows. Touching the mare's left shoulder with a hand, Galaxy swung left as Sybil raised her gun and pulled the trigger. It didn't hit the man riding the horse, instead hitting the beast itself like she'd intended, causing the horse to stumble. Another gunshot and she had the horse falling to the ground, the animal being pulled by its reins as it fell onto its rider. It was a pity to have to kill the animal but it was the quickest way to dispatch an enemy rider if you couldn't get the rider in one shot.

Sybil didn't care what anyone else was doing as she zeroed in on another rider and rode the mare straight into the oncoming horse and pulled her feet out of the stirrups to rise into a crouch...the two animals colliding with each other and both falling to the ground with their riders. Both riders landed on the ground, horses crushing their riders, but Galaxy rolled up onto her hooves. Pausing to shoot the Seraphite in the head, she then used her arms to block Galaxy, driving the horse with a smack towards the library, the mare galloping back towards the stairs and the library's open doors...at least hopefully they were still open. Surely they would be...since there were apparently people outside. It was hard to tell who was on their side with the hooded people around her on horses.

Her eyes scanned the surrounding area for any cover she could get into, eyes darting widely, even as a horse bore down on her. The woman dodged as the horse aimed to crush her under hoof, or rather the rider, and the woman turned, grabbing the other woman and pulling her down onto the ground before taking out her dagger and slamming it into the closest part of the woman's body she could reach, the horse running off. Having dropped her gun to get the rider off the horse, Sybil drove the dagger into the woman's eye, pushing the blade in until it gave way. Screams echoed from the Seraphite as the cannibalistic firefly would dig further into the skull, pushing further, even as she grabbed the other's hand and turned the gun away in her hand away from her body, twisting the other's arm until the gun went off into the stone-covered ground.

A sudden burst of pain and she stumbled, her hand releasing her dagger as she staggered. The Seraphite shoved her away, ripping out the dagger and lunging towards Sybil as she staggered from the blow to the back of her head. It broke her concentration as her vision swam and the woman yelped as her own knife sliced into an arm that she only just raised in time to protect herself. A shadow fell over her, a presence she couldn't quite see as the female Seraphite she'd been fighting kicked her, sending her crashing to the ground, hands going out to protect her unborn, but still her arms got scraped on the stone and brick. Her eyes searched widely for her gun, spotting it a few feet away and she began crawling towards it, even as the shadow put a heavy boot on Sybil's back and pressed down, pinning the woman to the ground. The man didn't account for the protective loyalty of the horse though for Galaxy, upon hearing her owner's scream of pain, changed direction and galloped back towards the oncoming Seraphites, crashing into another horse in the mare's path and not even stopping as she bowled horse and rider over. The mare's ears pinned, tail streaming behind her as she ran towards Sybil she could smell and see on the ground, the horse rearing up and lashing out with front hooves towards the Seraphite pinning the woman to the ground. Hooves collided with the man's back, sending him down on top of Sybil as the horse reared up again, aiming hooves down on the man's skull this time and striking with all the strength she had. The force of the man collapsing on Sybil sent the expectant mother's weight crashing onto the bricks, unable to sustain both herself and the heavier stranger. The mare, however reared up again and slammed her hooves into the man's skull again...and again...hooves hitting whatever body part they could reach on the man's back and leaving bruising on the body until he no longer moved.

"NO!" A shout and the mare's head swiveled towards the Seraphite with the missing eye. The foolish creature would attempt to lunge towards the mare, slicing into Galaxy's haunch. The mare screamed and stumbled back from the body lying on Sybil, the woman coughing as she struggled to crawl out from under the man. It took a bit but she finally managed to wiggle her way out and crawled towards the gun, grabbing it and aiming it towards the woman who'd injured her horse, firing once...twice...three times in quick succession, two bullets missing but the other one slamming into the woman's side and causing her to stumble. Sybil shouted for Galaxy to get into the library, watching as the Seraphite came towards, a hand pressed to their wounded side, the knife dropping from their hand. Exhaling, Sybil raised the gun again and fired twice more into the woman as she came towards her, the other finally falling. Panting, Sybil crawled towards her dagger and grabbed it, blood staining the blade. She'd then again point towards the library, shouting for the mare to get inside which was lost over the screeching and whistling of the other Seraphites around her. But she took the opportunity to grab the bastard's bow and quiver, slinging the quiver over her back and gripping the bow, made for the closest cover, yelping as she saw someone shoot an arrow at the fleeing woman that had taken down very few of their number on her own, another Seraphite firing off their own arrow at the young blond-head. While the one arrow missed her back, the other got a shoulder as she fell into the brush.

 

[oliver]

mood:
miffed beyond belief

mentions:
library crew

interactions:
christian

tags:
mangomilk

VINCENT FUJIMORI

Although the look on Christian’s face said otherwise, Vincent felt like the threats were empty. Sure, he’d been punched in the face but if it had been anyone else that he’d stolen from and had found him, Vincent was sure he would be dead. Perhaps, in that strain, he owed Christian one. He owed him anyway since he had taken his bike.

The other’s tone as they talked irked Vincent ever so much, but he urged them to hurry up and see what was inside the building any way. A familiar face was always going to be better than nothing, especially since it seemed as if Christian was willing to move past the unfortunate circumstances that separated them in the first place.

The question about his leg made him laugh. It’d been noticed, finally, and he took the opportunity to make a little joke about it despite that usually not being his go-to coping mechanism. This was an exception—there was some type of persona he had to uphold. Cold was part of it, but so was unbothered.

Vincent kept quiet as he and his new ‘pal’ made their way to the stairs, which were the bane of his existence. With some effort, he kept up with Christian’s pace, nodding along to his words. ”Oh,” Vincent breathed, realized that they hadn’t formally swapped their names. ”I’m Vincent.” He replied smoothly, unbothered. Typically, he avoided names. It prevented things from getting to intimate and personal, though it was practically unavoidable at this point.

Christian radiated uneasiness. Vincent understood it, the library didn’t look anything like the safe haven it had promised to be. Instead, their nostrils were by the foul odor of death. Immediately, Vincent stood up straight, alerted by the sounds of other voices coming in from another room. He offered Christian a nod of agreeance—drawing attention to themselves was just about the worst possible thing they could do.

Just as curious, Vincent took a peek as well, noting every person that was present. A younger girl, two older men, another girl, and a young woman. Mentally, he sorted them out into what looked to be the groups. The youngest and… older, bald man? Then, the redhead and other older man. Finally, the blonde girl, who seemed as if she was alone and nervous. As Christian made their entrance for him, he slipped out once of his knives and gripped the handle until his knuckles turned white.

--

Before he knew it, there was chaos. And, it wasn’t even chaos between the initial opposing groups. There was an outside force, Seraphites, the youngest girl had announced rather than internal conflict that has since dissolved. Mostly. Great. This was just what he wanted. It proved to him why he’d never followed those silly radio messages before. There was never a time Vincent had been met with anything more than disappointment.

He set his knife down momentarily on a shelf and swung his bag around to quickly pull out his pistol and the mag that went with it. If there was anything he’d learned, it was to not keep those two things together just in case anyone stole it. He’d practiced getting to it relatively quickly as well and was willing to make the tradeoff.

“Let today not be the day that we all fucking die.” Vincent breathed, his words directed to no one in particular.

I CAN'T THINK OF YOUR FACE
WITHOUT CRACKING THE BONES IN MY HANDS
I CAN'T BREATHE THROUGH YOUR LIES
AND I THINK I'M OFF SCRIPT AGAIN

 

[mangomilk]

christian porter

the mechanic

The young man watched the standoff, eager to see who’d act first. The interruption came in the blink of an eye and it wasn’t a welcome surprise. The whistle ringed in his ears like an alarm, Christian pulled himself up and followed the arrow whizzing by, missing the big man’s head only by a few inches. He knew there was no time to be lost standing around; drawing his father’s gun that he kept for him always gave him new strength for what he was going to encounter, yet it always laid heavy in his callused hands.

Novak commanded everyone inside the library, that might be their safest chance to not get killed by that crazy cult. “Let today not be the day that we all fucking die.“
Christian swung around the tiny bookshelf and seeked cover behind a bigger shelf while guarding the group. Those people were excellent at disguising themselves within natural surroundings but the crowd attacking in the first wave were fairly visible to him. Christian was moderate with a conventional gun, his specialty were bombs though. Quick to act, he defended their space to make time for the others to get a head start. "It’s so many of them…", he murmured to himself and tried to not waste too many bullets for those aims he couldn’t reach. Another arrow shot past him, leaving a whole in his corduroy jacket. That was close. In fact he needed backup. They had to close the neighbouring door to keep them busy for a while. The other man who seemed to be here with the woman around his age already took action to move furniture around to allow them to escape to other rooms of the building.

The red-haired woman joined them in their defense in a neat slide behind the bookshelf. He eyed her profile for a split second and didn’t give her too much of a thought. The exchange of blows had started but even with their shooting weapons they wouldn’t stand a chance against what seemed like a goddamned army of savages. He could add a technique of destruction he could do best: a good ol’ bomb. Vincent was still close-by but the thought of him not being as quick on his feet as the others, didn’t leave a good feeling on his mind. "Vincent, you go ahead." Maybe he could find them an exit.

The woman swung out her rifle from behind her backpack and showed those Scars she wouldn’t hoist the white flag. She owned this battlefield and she made everyone know, Christian included. Her fiery hair swayed in the wind caused by the intermezzo of bullets and arrows. She doesn’t rise from the ashes, she makes them. After catching himself from that view he proceeded with his plan. "You hold our position." He ducked, using the bookshelf as a sheltering wall to grab his bag. He pulled out a few scattered broken blades and a pouch of explosive powder. In combination with a bit of shredded sugar that he carried in a packaging, he crafted a quick to use bomb. The tiny particles of the sugar can burn up instantly due to their high ratio of surface area to volume. While Christian secured that load of powder and sugar in an empty can with the blade pieces as a sharp confetti surprise, he was protected by his latest comrade. Click. Lid closed.

He glanced towards the door, checking if progress was being made. He wasn’t going to accept his death day like this. It takes more than a bunch of Scars to send him to the hereafter. More arrows and hand-made weapons were confronting the small team. At last he secured the content of the can with some tape. Christian signaled her to move towards the door while he picked up his gun again. Once out on the field alone, Christian grabbed the bomb and threw it at the Scars just now entering the from the hole in the wall. Right when he threw it, the young man plunged to the side, to not get hit by the bomb as well. BOOM.

Quickly he squeezed through the almost shut door just in time. "We need to get out of here", he urged still catching his breath. He eyed the red-haired woman, locking eyes with those forest green eyes of hers. "Come on", he started to follow the others with pace, while taking the lead before her, his tattoo on his neck became visible.
A firefly.

Seattle, library

pure adrenaline

beige corduroy jacket, white shirt, brown pants

oliver ReverseTex idiot BELIAL.

coded by natasha.