Fantasy Welcome To The Afterlife [Always Open] - [Mystery | Supernatural | Action]

[Trappy]

Examiner Notes: Here goes! A quick update on our current situation, and I hope I've tagged everyone in the areas relevant to them.
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the construct

Tagging: Kabboom Trappy LuciTheGreat haydenly1633 TheCrowKing Weaknees HUBRlS Seascaped Vudukudu
Location: The Elevator Shaft
OOC: Angels are under relative player control, just don't have them drop dead by the dozens, and be considerate of their capabilities and YOUR capabilities. All players have retreated to the second line, but if you want to do something else, feel free to ask me on the Discord


The Angels continue their onslaught, having slashed through most of the guards positioned near the elevators. Mangled and mutilated bodies begin to crumble to dust, as the blind beasts thrash around wildly, bumping into each other. A cold hiss of wind enters the hallway, a chilling reminder of the raging thunderstorm that is now nearing The HQ, accompanied by the incessant scraping of the Angel talons against the rusted, metallic hallway, as they attempt to move into the compound. A couple of Angels have died, but a dozen crumbling Afterlifer bodies lie in their wake.

A thunderous crack erupts within the interior of the hallway, as the main generator comes online, along with an array of traps and automated defense systems coming to life, signified by a metallic rod suddenly protruding out of a conveniently loose metal panel in the wall, and conducting a surge of high voltage energy through the horde of Angels, dealing massive damage as they screech and squirm while being subjected to the electricity surging through their bodies. The rod is then destroyed, as an Angel managed to swing at it, cutting it in half completely. Said Angel was then pierced through the head with a bullet, its source from a second line of defense of Afterlifers.

This second line is better prepared and better equipped than the first, with a rudimentary barrier made out of boxes and barrels, and a dozen of Afterlifers, armed for combat. A lone voice cried out, seemingly from a straggler who happened to survive the first wave’s elimination. “Let’s get the bastards!” And with a heralding roar of defiance and determination, the Afterlifers unloaded onto the Angels. The battle is on once more.

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the south

Tagging: TheCrowKing
Location: The South Entrance - Greenhouse Sector
OOC:Angel is under relative player control, you can kill it, but keep in mind that it can very easily kill you as well. Ask me on Discord before you do anything to it.

The fire in the greenhouse crackles and simmers, its red-hot talons claiming the fledgling amount of dead plants crushed beneath the pile of rough-hewn wooden logs and rusty iron beams that were once called a greenhouse.

The lightning cracks and illuminates the barren landscape with every milisecond of its appearance, casting a shadow upon the pile of burning scrap that was once so integral to the “survival” of the Afterlifers, and a lone figure, a gardener, heartbroken because of his failure to salvage the greenhouse. He could not possibly have known that it wasn’t his fault, and that he simply tried to do what he could at the time.

Nor could he have known about the lone Angel with a skewered wing, crawling ever so closely towards him. It brings its razor sharp claws to bear, and emits a hiss, preparing to strike.

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[LuciTheGreat]

Incoming Report ...

To: Kabboom Trappy Vudukudu

RE: Addison

Location: Heading towards the Generator Room

Examiner Notes: Awww yisssss



Classified

Addison’s sweet sleep was disturbed by sudden, searing fiery bursts of pain. Jarring and brutal, they were pulsating around what seemed to be her neck. Slowly, but steadily, her consciousness started to fade and black mists were now swirling at the edges of her mind, drawing her into the sweet bliss of oblivion.

The peace and serenity of inexistence was sublime, but alas, Addison was already dead. Such peace was taboo in the afterlife, and so, it was only a matter of time until her consciousness was ripped from the grasps of the void and ungracefully thrown back into the horrendous and unending cycle of the afterlife.

Colourful spots flashed before her eyes as ferocious torrents of raw torment started engulfing her. Addison was now drowning in a sea of chaos and emotion. No mortal words can possibly describe the sheer pain and terror the poor girl was going through right now. Her mind was no longer confined by the severe limits of mortal flesh, and her senses were now running loose in this endless sea of primal chaos. A thousand outraged gods were yelling into her “ears” while a pain so great and excessive no poet or philosopher could possibly comprehend was lancing through her “body”. All this while the scorching light of a thousand suns was torching her “eyes”.

Indeed, the sheer terror of these waves was something the minds of mere mortals couldn’t ever hope to grasp. But there was so much more to this ocean than raw emotion and sensations. Amidst the terrible waves, Addison’s precious memories were coming back to her: She saw towering structures piercing a red and cloudy sky. Colossal factories inhabited by endless, tremendous machines working with impeccable rhythm and perfection. She saw countless mountains of intricate and ingenuitive blueprints depicting machines who have yet to been build.
She saw the power of industry dominating a suffocated planet.

But what truly amazed her was another, even more peculiar memory. She saw herself, sitting in front of an impeccable desk, staring at what seemed to be a computer. Upon closer inspection, she was crying. Not from sadness, it seemed, but from anger. The memory was short, as the waves of chaos soon swept it away, but among all those fascinating memories, this one seemed to captivate Addison the most.

In this whirlpool of existence, even such precious memories evaporate faster than summer rain off the burnt earth. Although there seemed to be no end to this maze that defies all reason and logic, Addison’s time in this purgatory was over. As she was brutishly thrown back into her body, her piercing blue eyes suddenly open, and she bolts upwards.

Addison was now awake, with a new and fresh body. There was no sleepiness, no slow warm ups, only clarity and freshness. She scanned her surroundings, analysing her situation: The room she finds herself in is uncomfortably large. The floor is polished concrete and the walls have a nasty shade of grey. Even the bed Addison was laying in was nothing more than metal bars welded together to support a small and old mattress.

She reverently rubbed her fingers along the rough mattress and the bed sheets, this was certainly not her bed. Upon further inspection, not even the lights were working properly, it seems like there were some complications with the generators again….”THE GENERATOR!” she thought as the memory of the explosion that knocked her out came back to her. Startled, she got out of bed and put her feet on the cold floor. But in that very moment, her stomach started contracting so violently, that she immediately sank to her knees and collapsed on the cold, hard floor.
The dimly lit room lit room was now aggressively spinning around her head. A strong sense of nausea was taking hold of her.
“O’ course this w-would happen…” she said with a chocked voice. “I-it just ain’t fair!”

Another violent contraction, muscles flexing as if wanting to propel her guts out. Although there was nothing coming out, Addison started to puke. There were some lucky afterlifers who would just revive and walk away as if nothing had happened, but Addison was not part of the lucky ones. The process of reviving would make her extremely nauseous, although the feeling would quickly go away after a few more minutes in bed, but she had forgotten about that in her hurry …and this was the result.

Her new body didn’t even get to drink water yet, so there was nothing to puke, despite the intense feeling in her stomach, there was nothing coming out. She couldn’t do anything, just wait for the sensation to go away.

Her hand slipped along the slippery floor and she sprawled onto the concrete with a crashing thump. The room swirled before becoming stationary again and she used the bedstead to pull herself to standing.

With unsure movements, she slowly stood up, holding into the bed sheets with all the might she had. She really wanted to go to the generator room, but she just realised there was another problem that had to be overcomed first: She was naked, butt naked… and there were no clothes to be seen. She took the white bed sheets and gently wrapped them around her body. There was not time to waste, she had to get to the generators. With nothing but a few layers of bed sheets over her shoulders, she was bolting through the hallways: barefooted and almost naked, her only concern was reaching the generators as fast as possible.

She even bumped into some afterlifers along the way, but she didn’t notice, her mission was too important and if she stopped, she would freeze, bed sheets make for some terrible clothing, after all….

 

[Vudukudu]

Incoming Report ...
To: Kabboom Trappy LuciTheGreat

RE: Pax Quintilius

Location: Secondary Defensive Line
Examiner Notes: I am the son of the wind and rain

Classified
Pax slowed his fire as the other Afterlifers fell into retreat, slowly backing up and laying down a sheet of mag-rail fire from the Ripgun as he waded backwards to the fall-back line. Once the survivors had been gathered, he thumbed the toggle on his weapon to let the barrel cool down, steam wafting from the barrel as water surged through the friction-heated barrel. The others would have to handle the next volley while he swapped barrels. The titan gave the barrel another moment to cool, then seized it at the joint connecting it to the weapon and dismantled the mechanism locking it in place. With a practiced hand, he fit in the backup and the familiar hum filled the air once more.

Pax knew the things were attracted to sound, and he had few concerns at all about the noise he made. "PAX AU QUINTILIUS! PAX AU QUINTILIUS!" He roared, thumping his chest before squeezing the trigger. His voice, loud enough to give one an ear ache, faded as the Ripgun whirred to life, spitting dozens more spikes down the hallway and eviscerating any Angel unlucky enough to be hit. One of the nearer targets had turned its head at the sound of Pax's bellow, though someone else had stepped in quickly enough to rake the things torso with automatic fire from a rickety looking sub-machine gun. "It is a good day to kill!" He shouted, sweeping his weapon's fire back and forth across the hallway.

Pax was made for warfare, for brutality, for hate and rage and fearlessness and enduring the eye of the storm. Most of his comrades were not, and to him, that meant his place was at the front, raging like a madman to show the rest that these things, monsters though they may be, were not worthy of fear.

 

[Aryasaurus]

Incoming Report ...
To: (Tag Relevant Players Here)

RE: Ciaran

Location: Restrooms
Examiner Notes: I hope this is okay!!! >w<

Classified
In a world where death means life, one would think the complexity of the situation would be lacking of initial understanding, but if you truly thought about it you would discover it was actually quite simple. A life would be born, and then live and grow and experience until that life came to an end, birthing forth their death. Death would then bring forth a new life of its own, though not many realized this fact until they reached the afterlife. This 'life' wasn't glam and glory, but it was what some would deem a 'second chance', of sorts. Either way, death was death, though when you are already dead and you die again, what happens? Do you live? No. This is where some people find the complexity too incomprehensible to fathom. Death was a loop of everlasting 'living' in death and dying in death, which repeated as many times necessary. As confusing as it is, with the right mindset, it was easy to understand once you were aware of what was going on. However, what happened if you weren't aware, and were stuck in this state of knowing and not?

The floor was hard and cold, stealing any heat left from what he perceived to still be his body. Semi-conscious of the fact that he was now lying on the ground, quite literally ass-up to the world, the blonde slowly regained himself, giving himself the time for his eyes to open. Carmine red irises were revealed through long lashes as the daze wore off and his brain began to produce the appropriate chemicals for him to process the situation in its entirety. 'Where...?'

Giving a groan, the small blonde male pressed his palms against the floor and lifted his body up slowly until he was in a kneeling position. He rubbed his eyes and breathed in and out in a calming fashion. 'Alright, time to figure out the where, what and why...' he thought, grabbing a sink to help pull himself to his feet. Stumbling slightly with weak legs, he held himself steady on the porcelain frame, and glanced about. He concluded that he was in some sort of restroom. There were toilet stalls, sinks and other toiletry appliances. It seemed to be a communal room - it felt familiar and unfamiliar oddly at the same time.

Another breath, inhaling sharply. First thing was first, he needed to remember who he was. Nothing? That was odd. The blonde blinked, and then shook his head. Nope, nothing. Frustrated, he turned on a sink and splashed his face. Squinting his eyes shut, he focused on the sound of the running water. "Ciaran!" he proclaimed loudly, before growing flustered at the sound of his own voice and the echo he caused. Shutting off the tap, that information seemed to resurface. That's right, he was Irish - his accent portrayed it nicely. His name was Ciaran Mac Carthaigh, and he was twenty-three years old. After this, smaller parts of information began to dwindle into his mind. Just relevant information. But then something else.

Ciaran gasped at the memory, his finger lightly traced his lips as he recalled a kiss. So soft and warm and passionate; his body craved that affection, yet he couldn't find the source for such a thing to have existed. Was he in love? Where was this woman? Glancing around nervously, he decided to check around each stall, but there was no one else. He was sure there was someone though, someone very important. He needed to be with them.

With nothing left to be found in the restrooms, Ciaran opened the door out into the corridor. His legs felt weak, and his lip trembled lightly. With a small gasp, his knees buckled, giving way beneath him, and he submitted to the decent as he slid down the door frame, making his fall so that he was against the wall, and slid down against it into a sitting position. He couldn't help but wonder what the hell had happened to him as he tucked his knees against his chest. He tried to focus on his breathing, the hitching rise and fall of his chest as he sat there with his head between his knees, eyes shut tight as if to try and fight away the tears that began welling up. Ciaran just sat there, trying to motivate himself to get up and search for answers. He would, he told himself, but he needed a moment to think.

 

[Kabboom]

Incoming Report ...
To: Trappy Vudukudu LuciTheGreat

RE: JEANETTE

Location: Main Generator Room
Examiner Notes: zap zap zap here komm de trap

Classified
The girl moved quickly towards the control panel, guided by the engineer. As Alexei ran over the buttons and summed up what each of them were, multiple echoes could be heard emanating from the hallway. For a second, Jeanette's hand instinctively reached for her rifle, but she relaxed almost immediately afterwards, upon recognizing the sound. It was the big guy, Pax Quintilius. How could anyone forget what his Ripgun sounds like, especially once someone experiences it in a hallway with non-existent ear protection?

She hadn't talked to him much, since she'd imagined he was the quiet tough guy and kept away from trying to socialize with him, since he looked perfectly capable of looking after himself, and, to a certain degree, she was scared of the man. The man who looked like he could tear your head from your body if you accidentally spill your coffee on his boot. Jeanette knew that Pax could not be any further from that depiction, but she cannot explain why she harbors such a discomfort being around this beast of a person. Perhaps it was something related to how she died? Maybe, or maybe not. But Jeanette has digressed far enough.

'First order of business, get eyes on,' thought Jeanette, as she flicked a switch. A crude but effective sensor system activates like clockwork, displaying movement on a simple electrical switchboard configuration, with blips of light indicating detected movement. As for now, there is no way to discern friend from foe, and the operator will just have to eyeball the blips, see how they move, interact with other blips, to determine whether it's an Angel or not.

"Sensors are up..." She mumbled under her breath, disturbing small strands of her luscious blonde hair, while her hands reached for the other switches and buttons. Frankly, if it weren't for Alexei simplifying the layout, she'd just be lost in a jungle of meaningless control interfaces. She would have no idea how to pull herself together without him.

Her eyes catch a trio of prominent blips, traveling atop all the other blips. Based on the crudely painted-on grey shading on that line of lights, she can guess that they were in the vents. With a simple twist of a button, she has put a stop to that, or so she thinks. To be honest, a series of blinking lights is no basis to judge whether one has released a series of metal spikes slamming down onto an angry winged blind kill-beast. But it's the best she's got right now.

Another twist of a knob, and she's activated another trap, reserved just for these occasions. In theory, a conveniently placed metal panel would swing open, and a gun rig would emerge, unleashing a torrent of flame downrange. They'd never field tested it before, though, so Jeanette's guess was as good as anyone else's as to whether it works or not. But nonetheless, it sounds like Pax and the other Afterlifers have things under control for now.

But Jeanette knows that the control over the situation won't last long. It never does. She has to get to the front, and do her part. And besides, machinery and electricity have never been her friends. She was more helpful on the front, with a finger on the trigger. And just like that, she sets off. She grabs her rifle tightly, and walks quickly toward the exit, all while talking to Alexei. "Alright. You hold the fort, and get the generator running at full capacity. Anything comes around, activate the traps."

As she stood on the edge of the door, she turned back to take a good look at the man. "Good luck tonight, Alexei. Stay alive." She mustered, immediately confused as to why she did it. She never thought anything of the guy, and these 'last words' of hers were starting to make her feel melodramatic. Perhaps she just didn't want to see him 'die', just like she did Addison. Alexei was a kind man, and something about her felt wrong to be so worked up about such a person 'dying', especially in a world where that word only possesses a pale shadow of its meaning. But she just didn't want him to get hurt.

As she moved out to the hallway and began running, she spotted a figure behind her, a familiar silhouette with what appears to be... bed sheets in lieu of clothing. Jeanette didn't have time to pay any further attention, though. She has to get to the front, and Alexei is more than capable of handling himself, if bad comes to worse.

 

[TheCrowKing]

Incoming Report ...
To: Trappy Kabboom

RE: Arian

Location: Outside Southern Elevator
Examiner Notes: (OOC Here)

ClassifiedCrates pressed firmly against his chest, Arian almost cuddling them as he trudged to the secondary elevator, he ushered a quivering sigh. “This will only stress the others more than they already are. And if the horde was any worse than last time…” The brunette dared not to think about what he would return to, whether it be mid-massacre or blood splatters painting the walls. Would he return to an empty base, all those dead eyes gazing at him, wondering why he was still alive when he near contributed to their safety. Throat tightening, he shook his head. “No no no! They know what they’re doing, unlike you. They’re probably all settling down, checking on the freshly dead and all.” He murmured to himself, attempting to force a hopeful smile upon his lips. “Maybe, if it wasn’t so bad of an assault, one of the engineers might be able to help rebuild the greenhouses. Not today, but soon.” Arian’s eyes darted towards his feet as a particular red-headed engineer came to mind. The male shook his head again to clear his thoughts, reminding himself it wasn’t time for silly thoughts. He clicked the button for the elevator to rise towards the surface. During his shaking though, one of the crumbled cabbages tumbled from the crate upon the dusty wasteland, rolling away from him.
The brunette teetered for a moment with a couple of others, twisting the pile this way and that to keep from any others from falling suit. Finally evening themselves out in the crate, Arian sighed in relief before every so gently placing the vegetables in the interior of the elevator. He rose a hand to wipe away the straggling tears that rest in the tear ducts of his eyes, growling at himself for being such a pansy. “Pathetic. You’re making it even worse, you dope.” He spat at himself, running his mud-caked fingers through his hair, still a bit watery-eyed as he waddled over towards the cabbage. A scowl upon his face could give hint to anyone whom might have witnessed it, that he was rather upset about ruining it even further. Dropping to his knees, he plucked and inspected his crop, cursing himself as an ominous form made it behind him, a deadly predator even in the state it was even; Its prey only worse off, fighting its own self-loathing.
Some where deep inside of him, perhaps Arian knew the being was behind him, ready to ‘pounce’. Perhaps he had only assisted it when kneeling for the soiled crop, wishing for it to end him. Either way, whether he did or didn’t, he couldn’t have expecting the searing shot of agony that tunneled up his ankle all the way up to the backs of his eyes. He could only imagine this was the pain equivalent to that of being burned at the stake, no, multiplied by ten. An animalistic cry of pain shot from his throat as he wriggled in the grasp, head whirling back to find the source: A broken Angel, one wing in tatters, its face absent of any eyes, yet it still seemed to stare back at him as it used his ankle to pull itself forward. The male was frozen, well, more so a creature caught in a snare as he thrashed and kicked at the fiend with his free leg. It didn’t appear as though he had done much, it spitting at him in response.
Arian cried out once more, knowing damn well help wouldn’t arrive, but perhaps more angels to the aid of the one coiled around his leg. Choking back a sob as the being drove its claws further up his body, a dark chill came with it, the rain beating down upon them as the prey would soon succumb to the predator like the mouse he was. Then it dawned upon him, the crop was still in the elevator, waiting and ready for those down below. It would have to last them until the greenhouses were reconstructed, and even then, they had to wait for it to grow again. The agony of his legs was nothing compared to the disappointment in himself. His one job was to provide food for the others and here he was, barely fighting back as this mangled beast gained an easy kill. Hazel eyes watering up, Arian glanced back down at his attacker, slipping free one lacerated leg to push against the angel’s head, just enough to get an extra boost to reach that damned elevator button. ‘We will all suffer because of me…the storm will ruin it all…’ Fingers brushing the control panel, he pushed off from the creature, enough to press on the down arrow key, the light coming to life as the machine descended with the soaked crates. It’s the least he could do, he thought, allowing his screaming leg to drop as shock slowly devoured him whole. His head rolled back as he looked towards the dark sky, rain pelting him as it mixed with his own life blood as darkness caressed his cheek, welcoming his arrival. Again.

 

[Weaknees]

Incoming Report ...To: TheCrowKing

RE: JUNIPER

Location: Hall with trapsExaminer Notes: They took away the color I used so I'll use this oneClassified

Jun had almost forgotten just how clueless the newbies were when they first arrived. Most of them act with a certain childlike innocence, but he knew better than anyone that their "cute" and "innocent" personalities could turn to mush in an instant. From this first encounter with the brunette, it would seem that he was entirely docile, however, like anyone, he had the potential to turn into a devil. In a way it was interesting that Jun was taking the time to associate with a new addition to the afterlife. Typically he would ignore, annoy, or prank anyone who just woke up. Maybe he was turning over a new leaf? It was unlikely... He just felt a little charitable is all. Nothing wrong with that.

The name given was intriguing. It wasn't conventional at all, and something Jun had never heard of for the life of him. He wasn't one to judge though, seeing as his name was based on a smelly shrub. Literally what kind of a name was "Juniper"? It's why he preferred everyone to call him Jun, because at least then it sounds like June... Having a name from a month is weird too. He can't win the name game.

"Uhh, well I couldn't tell you if there is or isn't a Heaven or Hell..." He scratched his chin. Something pressed against his chest, and he looked down. 'Oh my... In-in a place like this? R-Rose we can't ahhhhh~' The idiot almost chuckled to himself from his own internal joke. On the outside his expression somehow managed to remain unchanging. He thought himself to be a funny guy.

"Nobody knows why we are here, or where 'here' is. It's normal to not know anything, so try not to worry too much about that. You'll find that we have bigger fish to fry." Jun thought about what to do next. Clothes seemed like the next best course of action, so he turned towards the exit. His room wasn't very far from the rec room, and it seemed that the fighting was far enough away that the two wouldn't run into any immediate problems. Well, Jun hoped the pair wouldn't anyway. Anything could happen in the Afterlife after all.

"Follow me, uhh... If you see anything iffy, just know that there are kinda a lot of creatures, 'Angels' as we ironically call them, floating about... Especially right now. I promise it's not usually this hectic. More or less anyway, but stick close just in case." Jun walked to the base of the hall, assuming that Rose was following behind him. He wasn't about to look back and check, because sooner or later the guy would have to be on his own anyway. He wasn't about to baby anybody. Loud clanks and some screams could be heard in the distance, and for Jun it was a typical day. He didn't give much thought as to how Rose would take it. It was what it was. The hall, once lined with bright lights, was now darker and cold. The lights that did manage to stay on flickered ominously, adding to the creepy atmosphere. If Jun remembered what a horror movie was, then maybe he would consider it scary.

"We are about the same height, so I'll get you some clothes back in my room. It's not too far from here." Jun turned a corner, and stopped abruptly in his tracks... He had forgotten about something rather important. He should have taken the long way around to his room. So much for shortcuts. The hall in front of them was covered in Angel bits and pieces. Jun forgot that a lot of the traps were set nearby his room. They probably did it on purpose so that they could one day pull a prank on Jun. He thought a lot of the Afterlifers disliked him.

"Well... This is awkward." Jun chuckled a little bit, and a nearby Angel let out a hoarse noise from the back of its throat. More croaking ensued as what was left of it's eyes peered into the two's souls. Even in it's final moments, the thing still managed to look bloodthirsty. It intrigued him. He felt lucky that he brought along a pouch. Jun gently edged around the trap, and looked around for any collectables.

"Lucky." He said simply, gently picking up some weird looking Angel shards. He wiped one clean from Angel blood, and held it up to the flickering lights. It glistened. Very cute in his mind. The blonde continued happily collecting various bits and bobs, essentially forgetting that Rose was nearby. When Angels were involved, everything else faded away.

 

[Reis]

Incoming Report ...
To: Sacrosanctus @everybody

RE: Raydn Walker

Location: The Ruins
Examiner Notes: Finally posted! \(^o^)/

ClassifiedRaydn's eyes glared across the gray ruins before him. A light rain sprinkled across his skin as he contemplated his surroundings, taking in the abandoned city-like place. It was obvious that some kind of advanced civilization was once present here, but there was hardly anything worth anything left behind in the gloomy remains. He could barely understand why he was still here, mapping out this labyrinthine city for those fools at HQ.

He sighed, watching lightning strike the gray skies in the distance. Ray was a Rogue, one of the only ones he knew in fact. While he had the skills to take up almost any job at the base, he found all of those people despicable. They hid in their base, living in comfort while wasting the time that should be spent on trying to get out of here. Instead of trying to escape, they settle, accepting that this was their new way of life--or rather, their "afterlife." He still didn't fully believe them. They didn't just happen to come to this land of angels and death. Something brought them here. And he would do whatever it takes to fight back, to get back home. Wherever that was.

He focused his attention back to the present when he heard a clang, followed by a snarl. It seemed that Petra was proceeding with the plan, one that he discussed with her not half an hour ago. Raydn and Petra were a team, the Rogue duo. With Petra wielding the sword and him the gun, together they would find a way out of this ugly mess.

Raydn laughed at himself. It was strange calling the two of them a team. He wasn't one to brag, but Ray knew that he made most of the decisions in their "partnership." If anything, this group was one-sided. Ray would order something, and Petra would do it. He didn't know where her strict loyalty came from, but it sure was useful.

Their current mission was the routine angel hunting. While most people were reluctant to consume from those creatures, he had found that angels are actually quite edible given enough effort. They didn't make the best meals, but it was better than repeatedly starving to death, right?

Anyways, their current goal was rather simple. Once they had eyes on an angel, Petra would lure it by making a loud noise. The stupid thing, not knowing any better, would inevitably go towards its source. And that was where he came in. Perched up on a two-floor building, Ray would use his mining gun to release a mass of concrete onto the ugly bastard. When it was stunned, Petra would strike at it until it was dead, thus giving them food for the next few days.

Raydn's competence was all thanks to his weapon, a mining gun. Empowered by the advanced resource gathering and 3D-printing tool, he could recycle and build any device or vehicle that he had the Blueprint for. He aimed the aforementioned gun at a space above the angel, activated its printing tool, and blasted out several layers of concrete stored up within it. The concrete fell to the ground with a crash, and after he heard its terrible screech, he hoped that Petra would be able to handle the 10 foot tall creature.

Just before Petra engaged the angel, Raydn was shocked by a different snarl, one that rumbled behind him. He slowly turned around, saw that there was another one. "Shit!" He watched it as it stretched its menacing claws, unseeing eyes imitating death itself. Maybe it didn't hear me...? Raydn aimed his gun, slowly walking back to the edge of the building. Just before he could escape, however, the angel lashed out, its voice horrifying enough to stun a normal man.

Shit shit shit!!! Raydn shot his gun at one of its wings, watching lights flow as the gun collected it. He didn't even collect half of it when the angel was at him, but before it could strike, Ray leapt backwards off of the building. His free hand barely grabbed a broken window, and he awkwardly clambered into the building and rolled on a glass-covered ground. He barely noticed his dark surroundings as he ran down the staircase, nearly tripping on himself as he sprinted out the door.

Raydn was running opposite of Petra, his heavy footsteps weighed down by his weapon. He glanced over his shoulder, but before he could process what was going on, the angel was on top of him. He lay sprawled out on his back when the angel screeched once more. Its fury was enough to make Ray tremble in terror, dropping his gun in his struggle to get free of it. But no matter how hard he turned, the angel was too heavy. Its claws lashed at his neck over and over, its snarls almost louder than his own screams of pain. Then the pain disappeared, and everything went dark...

Weapon inspired from the game planetoid pioneers

 

[Kabboom]

Examiner Notes: Woop, it's finally here! Sorry for the long wait, life's been a pain!

the construct

Tagging: Kabboom Trappy LuciTheGreat haydenly1633 TheCrowKing Weaknees HUBRlS Seascaped Vudukudu
Location: The Elevator Shaft
OOC: For now, most of the Angel threat is gone, but if some of you still want to get a few fight posts in, then there are still stragglers who survived the blast. Anything else, ask us on Discord!

The Angels' assault is repulsed more effectively this time around. The last few raids have taught the Afterlifers well, and this second line is proving to be a tough nut to crack for the winged beasts. It seems they have bitten off more than they could chew, as some Angels have found out the hard way, being impaled by Quintilius' Ripgun, along with an array of guns and elaborate traps awaiting their arrival. But this Angel threat is about to disappear soon.

A deafening explosion erupts in the hallway, sending shock waves back toward the Afterlifers holding the line. A few Angels disintegrate, burned away by the immense energy released by the blast, while the other beasts are thrown around in shock and newfound terror of this unexpected event. A trap, put in place as a last resort to seal off the only entryway into the base for the Angels, has finally seen use, as a 50-kilogram bomb embedded within the hallway structure, accompanied by purposefully weakened support beams, brings the roof of the hallway down, and collapses, crushing most of the Angels beneath it, and sealing off the Angels who are still incoming.

Dirt and rubble flood down, but finally cease, coming to a halt just as they touch the Afterlifers' defenses, throwing a few barrels rolling backwards, barrelling down the hallway, as the Afterlifers recover from the initial shock. Seems like a certain rifle-wielding girl had pulled the trigger. She has almost undoubtedly saved most of the base with this one move, but whether it was worth it or not, is still debatable. If this was the wrong move, then the girl named Jeanette would be in for more than just reconnaissance duty after this.

A garbled voice emerges over the communications system, first echoing out as static, but then shifts to a more human sounding voice, one of a familiar leader. Thomas Smith has returned to the command center, a quiet retreat, as one of his men reminded him of his duties as base commander. With a hint of heavy breathing in his voice, he spoke, addressing the entirety of the Base.

"All hands, to your positions! Repair the base immediately, contain the Angel threat, mop up the stragglers! We have power failure on one of our generators, all engineers, get our electricity back up! Excavators, workers, assemble at the Main elevator shaft, be prepared to dig ourselves out first thing in the morning. I want a Militant team checking on the Greenhouse, we cannot afford to lose our food supply!"

And with a slight echo, the PA system powers off.

no slide

 

[Aryasaurus]

Incoming Report ...
To:

RE: JIYEON

Location: Afterlifer's Chambers -> Heading Towards the Greenhouse.
Examiner Notes: *inhales* ohhhhh boi this'll be ffuuuunnnn - either for everyone, or just for me XD

ClassifiedSlumbering in his near-catatonic sleep-state, Jiyeon has, at this point, been oblivious to the goings on - or just purposely avoiding the chore of dealing with it. Whether he was aware or not of the current situation, that didn't seem to disturb his peaceful rest. The quiet breaths perfumed by spearmint as his chest softly rose and fell; one hand was on his stomach, his shirt pushed up to expose his slender yet muscular physique, while the other hand rested over his face, covering his right eye with a gentle draping touch. Some time during his sleep, Jiyeon had kicked off the blankets onto the group - possibly during that uncomfortable period where he couldn't get comfortable, and tossed and turned, contorting his body until comfort sunk in and he could rest properly.

Jiyeon didn't recall the last time he slept so much, though he could only assume it was something that his body had yearned for. Even so, his rest was disturbed by the echoing thundering of an explosion. The sound resonated throughout the base, spurring the raven-haired man awake with a violent jolt. Explosions? Were they being ambushed? Had the enemy surrounded them? In a moment of disorientated panic, Jiyeon rolled off his bed and slid himself underneath, not forgetting to retrieve the pocket knife he had kept beneath his pillow.

Jiyeon laid on his stomach on the ground for a few long seconds as he blinked, eyes wide with alert, and glancing around the area. Familiarity set in as his mind woke. He wasn't there, he was in a place so much worse, which begged the question: what just happened?

Jiyeon slid himself out from under the bed and quickly began to dress himself, and as he did, he was able to make out a voice over communications. It took a moment, but his hands froze before he could throw on a clean shirt. His eyes narrowed. Thomas Smith? Jiyeon honestly hadn't expected to hear from him, especially not today.

Jiyeon sighed softly and put on the rest of his clothes as he listened to the instructions given by the commander. He gave an obnoxious eye-roll once the call from the coms had ended, and started assembling himself with weaponry. There would be no way he was going anywhere with anything less than full arsenal, and once that was done, he headed out.

Heavy boots echoed in the halls as Jiyeon scanned the nearby vicinity. Excuse him if he couldn't trust the man who claimed to be their commander, yet who hadn't even been with them to witness whatever hell-fuckery was going on - or, at least, that was what he assumed. With that stubborn mindset, Jiyeon then proceeded to check each room as he made his way towards the greenhouse; he kept his hand on his hip-holstered glock, keeping an eye and ear out for any signs that someone needed help, or that there was danger nearby.

 

[Vudukudu]

Incoming Report ...
To:

RE: Pax Quintilius

Location: The Ruined Entrance
Examiner Notes: COWARDICE

Classified
Pax's Ripgun did not cease as the explosion churned down the hallway, hurling chunks of Angel and debris towards him. Others on the firing line took cover behind the titanic man - all seven feet four inches and 260 pounds of the Titan barely quivered as the shock wave and chunks of flesh and steel hurtled towards him. The cerebrospinal fluid in his skull was enhanced to mitigate the brain damage explosions could cause. His bones, reinforced and made denser by gene therapy, alongside his rippling muscles beneath the armor he wore made him near impervious to most harm.

Pax roared with laughter as the Angels were annihilated. "I wasn't done with them!" He bellowed, his voice echoing in the hall. One Angel lay buried in the rubble, its arms pinned under the collapsed tunnel. Only its head and shoulders were free, and it struggled feebly to escape. Pax exhaled sharply through his nose and set his Ripgun down against the barricade, then clambered over it and strolled down the hallway. He stooped in front of the crippled Angel and chuckled, then sniffed loudly.

"Smells like fear. I didn't know you could be scared." He murmured, gripping the Angel's chin with his cybernetic fist. The servos whirred as he pinched its jaw, sealing its mouth shut. The Angel squealed, and Pax closed his palm over his captive's face. His fingers stretched over its scalp, and he squeezed.

The Angel's skull cracked with an audible crrrk before its entire head burst like an overripe fruit, spraying blood and bone fragments to the floor. With the deed done, he rose and turned back towards his comrades. "What are you waiting for?" He shouted. "You heard your orders. Follow through with them."

 

[TheCrowKing]

Incoming Report ...
To: Weaknees

RE: Rosencrantz

Location: Hallway, heading to Jun's Room
Examiner Notes: (OOC Here)

Classified Mind pecking at the information he was given, whether it be false or not, Rosencrantz listened intently to what Juniper told him. Little by little, his expression turned a bit sour as he elaborated what was supposedly going on. ‘Their kidding isn’t exactly the funniest. The real question here, is what the hell did they slip into my drink to get me nude and deteriorate my memory?’ He placed a tanned palm against the side of his temple, cradling the swelling knot that had taken residence there. “So, a different plane of existence, that isn’t exactly considered Heaven or Hell.” Rose chuckled, splitting a sharp grin as he combed the remains of the wooden splinters from his chocolate locks. “Looks as though all those bible-thumpers don’t stand a chance in the long run, if we all end up here, huh?”
Though, there was that period before waking. That in itself, was hell. So, could that be considered…? His joking ceased as an oddly numb sensation washed over him as he recounted that period of time. Biting his lip, he shut right up as he came up short again as to what the hell he had been doing previous to waking. Maybe the man was right, perhaps they all did die. Either way, it didn’t appear as though he had much choice right now as to whether he believed him or not. The screams and shrieks of gunfire told him that staying alone wouldn’t be in his best interest. For a brief moment, he listened to the wails of those that fought off the winged beasts in the distance, it paired with the angel’s roars as they tore into those that weren’t as lucky as the others. A nod and Rose was soon close behind Jun, going to hold tight to the tail-end of the shirt, but thought otherwise. Allowing his hand to drop to his side whilst the other clutched the blanket, he shuffled behind him, following closely in the darkness.
“I take it those noises back there- “He jerked his thumb back towards the sounds of gunfire, not that Jun could see where he pointed, “Is those things you call angels, though you know, we aren’t in Heaven? Those noises back there don’t sound like your everyday neighbor or good buddy from down the block.” He scoffed, taking in the hallway of flickering lights with the rumbles of the other Afterlifer’s issue becoming white noise. Amber eyes gazing over the Construct as they padded along, he nodded about the journey to get some clothes, only to bump into Jun once they stopped short in the hall.
“What?” Rosencrantz huffed, snatching the lost end of the blanket back to recover himself. Confused as to what exactly he was standing there for, the brunette took a step from behind Jun, coming up beside him so they were shoulder to shoulder. “Oh..” The broken body before them was what had gotten his attention, causing their journey to his room to come to a halt. Though there was only one body, it appeared to have some life in it, whilst the rest of its kind lie splattered around the corridor; The thing is, Rose wasn’t too sure what exactly it was that he was looking at. It was a living being, yes, but what exactly was it?? The eyes their glowered their way held some form of sentience, or at least enough to get across their one desire: To get to them. The angel had squirmed and croaked at the pair as they stood there, Jun uttering something that he couldn’t make out, as his attention was focused on the dying being’s eyes.
The brunette slowly broke the trance-like gaze, just enough to follow the path Juniper had taken, safe of the traps that held this thing in place. He stood silently behind Jun, watching as he plucked and cooed over some bit he had picked up from the body. Rose wasn’t too sure what to say, not wanting to take the step further, but at the same time, he was curious. Before he knew it, he had budged from his statue-like stance against the far wall, slowly padding over towards the scene before him. On the way, there was an audible squelch as his foot squished a few fleshy bits beneath his toes. A slight chill went down his spine, but he brushed it aside to only draw closer, the crimson liquid between his feet now nothing as he stooped beside his companion. Hand outstretched, he ran a finger across the angel’s wingtip. “This is one of those things?” He murmured softly.

 

[LuciTheGreat]

Incoming Report ...
To: Weaknees TheCrowKing Kabboom Trappy Aryasaurus

RE: Addison

Location: Generator Room
Examiner Notes: Roses are Red, Violets are Blue, Pugs are Cute, and so are you!

Addison was bolting down the hallways like her life depended on it. The slapping noise of her feet was resonating around the vandalised walls of the construct with a clanging echo.
She quickened her pace to an all out sprint when she noticed the smell of burned electrical circuits and smoke, her bed sheets almost falling over in the process. But once again, Addison’s obsession with reaching the generator made her commit another mistake. She didn’t notice the blonde, naked person near the bathroom stalls. In her hurry, she violently tripped over him, making her fall in a heap to the floor. With a small, almost inaudible gasp for air, she hit the floor again, today was a harsh day for everyone, it seemed.

Faster than a striking cobra she turned and rocketed forwards at the same time, how dare he stop her from reaching her precious, mechanical babies?
Her words came out like bullets and he was the target: “Oi! Are ye’ hecking sorry!?” She stopped for a second to analyse the person in front of her: She certainly didn’t know him and the fact that he was just laying there, naked made her think he was most probably a newcomer. But there was no time for that, as she was on a very important mission.

“Don’t just stand `ere! Put some clothes on!” and with that, she continued her journey to the generator room.

It wasn’t long before she noticed good ol’ Jun, apparently picking some Angel innards, but this time, it seemed like he was accompanied by another unknown figure. Feeling bad for the poor, lost soul she meaningly scolded a while ago, she yelled at the two, without even stopping. “There’s a naked newcomer near the bathroom stalls. Y’all should help him a lil’.” That should do it. Her feelings of guilt were gone now and she could proceed with a clear hearth.

After a few more turns and corridors, Addison finally reached the generator room, completely oblivious to the fact that Jeanette, the really neat girl who sometimes shares her meals with her, just exited the very room she just entered.

To her surprise, the old generator was working and the room was not as trashed as she had expected it to be. She turned her confused gaze to Alexei, who was giving her a very odd look. Was it anger? Surprise? Shock maybe? She couldn’t tell, she was never good at reading people.

“Watchu’ lookin’ at? Come on Alexei! We have lot of stuff to do!” She made a few steps towards the scorched remains of what could have been their solution to the damned energy crisis that keeps her awake at night. The machinery and her implementations were too badly damaged to warrant salvage, so she abandoned any hope of starting again with that generator, so she turned to the other one instead. It was running, despite the fact that it looked like it could fail any minute from now. That greasy and dusty machine had always been a trouble-maker, but it was all they had, for now.

“Alex, could you please hand me the toolbox? Oh… and… mind searching for that venturimeter for me? ” she knew she could rely on Alexei, it seems like he was always happy to help with a thing or two, that’s what she taught, at least. Human behaviour is not her greatest strength.
Classified

 

[Aryasaurus]

Incoming Report ...
To: LuciTheGreat

RE: CIARAN

Location: Hallway outside the bathrooms
Examiner Notes: *rubs hands together eagerly

ClassifiedCiaran rubbed his hands along his chilled legs; he felt cold enough to draw goosebumps to his skin, though the lad obliviously stared, his gaze was fixated to the ground. A short exhale left his lip as they parted softly, and he swallowed. His mind raced with questions - why am I here? How did I get here? What's going on? - which would have been typical for anyone in this current predicament. There were also the anxieties from his lack of memory, and theories on his current situation. He spent a long time sitting there and just thinking, and for a moment he seemed to come to the possibility that he might be dead. For some reason, the blonde reached up and traced across his forehead with his fingertips ever so lightly; he wasn't sure why, but he blinked and shook his head. Dead? No, that's not possible, he decided after realizing how ridiculous the idea sounded in the first place. Surely the afterlife wouldn't look like this?

Inhaling, Ciaran's trance was interrupted but a loud explosion. His carmine eyes ripped from the ground and darted around the empty hallways as he attempted to try and pin-point the location where the sound had come from. That was when a voice suddenly garbled through a set of speakers, causing the frightened male to scoot back in fright. "What?!" he blurted out, unable to contain his voice. Panting now, he listened and then shook his head. "No... no, no, no.." he muttered and pulled his knees tightly to his chest, and hiding his face behind his arms which he used to wrap himself up with securely. Tearily, he shook his head and bit his lip harshly. No, he refused to believe any of this was happening now. No, this wasn't real, none of this could be real. What the hell is going on?!

He wasn't paying attention to anything. Lost in his thoughts, a swirling vortex of complications and problems. "Ah!" he gasped in surprise as someone collided with him. A... girl? Was she covered in a bedsheet? His eyes flickered away from the white material to the girls face as he stammered. "I-I-I.." he swallowed, nodding fiercely as he recoiled from her tone. "I'm sorry!" he blurted out, shutting his eyes tightly.

Ciaran blinked. Clothes, what does sh- OH SHIT! Ciaran apologised profusely as he covered himself. The girl left quickly, seeming to be in some sort of hurry, and due to the explosive sounds he heard before, and the announcement from the comms, he could only guess where she was going. He sat there, mentally kicking himself - he forgot to ask some vital questions, like where he was, or what this place was to begin with. Despite it all, the place had a very familiar feeling to it, one that he quite easily associated with home, but he wasn't sure why.

Shaking that off, literally shaking his head, he covered his lower region with both hands and slipped back into the bathrooms. He scoured the area, slightly hurried, before eventually finding a folded towel on a shelf. It didn't look like it had been use or dirtied, and he even gave a sniff-check to be sure. It seemed to be clean enough, perhaps a little dust, but then again he imagined a place like this must get dusty quite easily. He shook out the towel and pulled it around his waist, and secured it as best he could so he didn't have to constantly hold it up all the time.

Ciaran's eyes met himself in the mirror; such a small man he was dipping on the lower end of four foot ten inches (4'10") despite his age. Right, how old was he? He rubbed the back of his neck. He looked like a child, barely over eighteen, though he had a gut feeling that he was older than that. It was on the tip of his tongue, though he felt he at least an adult - meaning over the age of twenty-one. At least.

He gave up with a sigh, his eyes searching his figure in the mirror. The defined muscles that featured over his lean body. The scars that kissed his skin with silver; though there was one nasty scar in particular - it felt important. It was on the upper left side of his abdomen, aligned with where his stomach was. The scar was large, and looked as though something large had been impaled into his side. There were outer scars as well, indicating he must have gone through many procedure in order to fix the damage that had been caused by this injury. Still, he was unsure of how he got any of these scars - what kind of life did he have before this? The blonde raked his fingers through his soft golden locks and sighed once again. Turning away from the mirror, though he could mull over himself all day, he exited back out into the hall and anxiously looked around. Perhaps, if he followed the direction that girl had gone, he would find other he could ask his questions to, and perhaps find some clothes?

Ciaran took a deep breath and mustered the courage within himself. He stepped out into the hallway, keeping one hand nervously on the towel secured about his waist, and slowly started to tread in the direction the girl had gone. He took each step slowly and cautiously. Each one he felt his paranoia rise up into his throat. gulping back the lump, he placed his free hand on the wall beside him, and slowly kept moving along, alerted to his surroundings.

 

[TheCrowKing]

Incoming Report ...
To: Kabboom Trappy LuciTheGreat Aryasaurus

RE: Rosencrantz

Location: Hallway near Jun's Room, traveling to nearby Bathroom
Examiner Notes: (OOC Here)

ClassifiedAnd just like that, the brunette’s trance had been snapped away from the creature before him, diverted only to another utterly ridiculous event that shouldn’t be happening, or at least it wasn’t an every day event for him: An explosion. Around Juniper and himself, the walls shook with the impact of the explosive, shuttering as the destruction hit the construct from the interior. Floor trembling beneath his bare feet, his arms instinctively threw themselves over his head to shield him from anything that might give way from the ceiling above him, seeing as this place didn’t appear too sturdy. Nothing happened to land upon him thankfully, just a handful of dirt and dust raining down into is hair as the ceiling shook. Lifting his head from beneath his shielding arms, he cast his large amber eyes in the direction of the echoing boom before whirling back to Jun. “Is that something of the normal for you people?” He hissed, only to be startled by a commanding voice over a rinkey dink intercom.

"All hands, to your positions! Repair the base immediately, contain the Angel threat, mop up the stragglers! We have power failure on one of our generators, all engineers, get our electricity back up! Excavators, workers, assemble at the Main elevator shaft, be prepared to dig ourselves out first thing in the morning. I want a Militant team checking on the Greenhouse, we cannot afford to lose our food supply!"​

“The hell?” He breathed, rubbing at his temples in confusion. How much further was he going to fall down the rabbit hole? That would soon be answered as a fiery redhead came darting from down the hall, looking as though there were some kind of apocalypse, to which, it might possibly be. What got him though, was that she was just as nude as he, only wrapped up in a cloak of white linens. Mouth opening to question the sight before him, he shut right back up. Really, what the hell? Rosencrantz pinched the bridge of his nose, sighing softly. All he was asking was for some actual clothes, possibly a drink, and a decent explanation as to who any of these fuckers were. “Uh, alright. What should we do with him..?” And there the girl went, darting off to leave him with Jun -whom was still playing with that deceased creature on the floor-. Turning back to the man that brought him along, crossing his eyes as he sighed, Rosencrantz waved a hand at him. “I uh..I’ll get it. No need to get up from…that.”
Without another word, he started in the direction the woman had come from. If she had come from that way, then wouldn’t it make the most sense to head in that direction to find this guy? With the flickering overhead lights guiding his way, Rose was finally able to take a deep breath and clear is mind. “That guy was a bit odd.” He muttered to himself, letting loose a shiver as the thought. Something about him didn’t exactly settle well. Perhaps he’d find someone that wasn’t completely nuts before too long, or else he was finding a way out of this hellhole. Grumbling irritably, bloody footprints trailing behind him, he carried his tall frame down the hall until he heard shuffling. The brunette paused, wondering briefly if it was another one of those creatures from further up the hall. He inhaled sharply, drawing his fingers along the right side of the wall as he approached the noise, soon catching sight of a …young boy..he too not exactly dressed, only clothed in a towel. “Hello…?” Rose called, choosing not to go any further down the hall, just in case. “A redhead in linens said there was someone else here..would that be uh..you?” A faint snort ushered from the man as he cocked his head at the sight of him. “Id say so. Seems as though everyone here likes to run around nude.”

 

[Aryasaurus]

Incoming Report ...
To: TheCrowKing

RE: CIARAN

Location: Hallway near the bathrooms
Examiner Notes: (OOC Here)

ClassifiedSoft steps, quiet as his bare feet slapped against the floor. He was too distracted to not the materials around him, but not so that he wasn't aware of the secondary set of footsteps that echoed along the empty tunnel. Focusing, he came to the conclusion that they were getting louder, which meant someone was approaching him. His eyes fixed on the tall male before he heard the voice; and then his whole world seemed to freeze.

Ciaran sucked in a shaky breath quietly, and swallowed the saliva that had accumulated in his mouth. The man stopped, and so did Ciaran as he gaped. A rush of feelings sweeping over him like a early end-game of Mine Sweeper. "I... aye, that'd be me," he said, becoming overly flustered while his smooth Irish accent flowered thickly upon his tongue. His mind wracked with lewd possibilities; there stood the two in naught but enough to cover what mattered. A breeze could come by and steal away what little they had and expose them, yet the only thing that Ciaran could think in that moment was a very appropriate, 'damn he's hot'.

His blush deepened, concealing his face in a cherry red, heating his ears and cheeks hotly. He couldn't exactly make an excuse for this, though one might attribute his fluster from being caught near-nude in, what seemed to be, a public space. He gave a soft, embarrassed laugh and nodded. "They do, don't they?" he mumbled, holding onto his towel and rubbing the back of his neck with a free hand. He exhaled hotly, his breath warm upon the air. "Erm," the blonde fidgeted. "Where is here, ex-exactly?" Ciaran tried to glance past the brunette, to see if others were around, but felt his eyes draw back to the amber ones in front of him. "M'name's Ciaran, by the way..." he adds awkwardly, and tries to settle his nerves with focused breathing patterns. 'C'mon, Ciaran, he may be hot, but this isn't the time or the place for this crap.'

 

[Sacrosanctus]

Incoming Report ...
To: Reis

RE: Petra Kleadorise

Location: Ruins on the surface
Examiner Notes: Hopping in! Refer to Reis' post just above the update.

ClassifiedTap... Tap... Tap...
Petra heard the rhythmic beating of talons against the concrete floor, growing stronger and stronger over time. But the sound of footsteps was not the only thing that grew in intensity; Petra could feel her heart racing, and she once more reviewed the plan as she braced herself for the threat ahead. The plan was simple enough; in fact, there was hardly anything to review at all. But going through it all in her head helped her relax.

She and Ray had been low on supplies. Not in HQ, mind you - they'd left for the surface a long time ago, once they realized they'd never get out of there with their lousy assistance. They made their own, separate base and settled somewhere safely nearby. Presently, they had traveled outside to collect food and supplies, the usual sort of business they had outside of their self-made home. And then they stumbled upon the perfect prey once they ventured into some ruins.

Petra stood at the dead end of a narrow path, both her hands tightly wrapped around the hilt of a steel claymore. She felt the light touch of rain beating against her head, and gazed into the sky to confirm the presence of her partner, Raydn Walker. She'd first entered this mysterious world feeling nothing but confusion, and following Ray's commands always gave her satisfying goals to accomplish. What's more, the pair seemed to make more progress outside of headquarters than anyone else could, especially with the help of his useful mining gun. At his side, she felt that nothing could possibly go wrong, and she had a chance to finally find the one person she was looking for.

The moment she saw the monstrosity that was planned to become her bitter dinner, Petra raised her sword and banged it against the wall with as much strength as she could summon. The creature that paused and slowly turned her way was truly hideous, and its glorifying white wings were raised into the air along with its razor-sharp talons. Forever dense, the angel charged straight towards her with no knowledge of the chunks of concrete that suddenly dropped straight onto its head on account of Ray's weapon. The initial assault dealt a significant amount of damage, and Petra, with a fortifying shout, charged at the immobilized beast with her hands clutched tightly around her sword. The rain slapped against her steel as she lifted it into the air. She tightened her grip, prepared to strike...

...and gasped as she found herself unable to move. The angel, vulnerable just seconds ago, now stared at her with a look of hatred. Petra's claymore bathed in the blood that dripped, as crimson as its narrowed eyes, onto her claymore. Petra pulled the weapon to no avail, and just as she was going to release it, the angel plunged its claws deep inside her torso. Hot pain shot through her body as she was raised into the air, powerless to end her suffering. The beast before her dropped her sword onto the ground and proceeded to throw her against the back end of the alley. Her back slammed against the wall before she fell face first into the ground, and she gripped her torso as she watched her life's blood spill onto the concrete floor. She could feel every drop of rain burn against the wound in her belly, but she easily ignored the pain as she heard shouting from above.

Ray... I have to help Ray...

Petra's body trembled with the effort of attempting to move, but she had no strength to spare at this point. A sad chill spread throughout her body, and she knew she was going to die. After a moment's desperate struggle, she soon lost all her resilience, and the world darkened around her. She died alone, in the rain, drowning in her own sweat and blood.

 

[Kabboom]

Incoming Report ...
To: Vudukudu Weaknees Aryasaurus TheCrowKing

RE: JEANETTE

Location: Main Entrance, moving to Greenhouse
Examiner Notes: long time no see

ClassifiedJeanette exhaled in relief. When she showed up to the front, things were looking a bit... dire. Although the second line of Afterlifers were holding well, especially with the presence of the big man, Pax Quintilius, there were more Angels on the way. She didn't take a good look, but an educated guess puts the amount around 20-30 more. Firing off only a few rifle rounds, she then used the rifle to bash open a panel nearby, which happened to contain the detonator for the seal-off trap. Just a simple flip switch, she pulled it without hesitation, all while mentally preparing herself for the deafening blast to come.

A few seconds later, and she was on her back, struggling with her ringing ears. The shock wave had thrown her backwards a few feet, and her ears were ringing like goddamned bells. She finally gathers herself, and gets back on her feet, looking up to Pax, as he squeezes the head of an Angel with his servo-arm. She finally stood up, and heard Thomas Smith's orders. 'Where the hell was that guy?' she thought to herself. Did he sneak away during the fight? Not a very good Militant leader then, huh?

'The Greenhouse?' She thought, as the announcement ended. After a few seconds of her standing around, trying to remember how to English, she jumped at the realization. "The Greenhouse!" She said aloud, before rushing away at high speeds towards the secondary elevator. A few other Afterlifers are slowly following her, seemingly also coming to the same conclusion. She has to save the food! Foodstuff is one of the only reasons why she hasn't gone insane and tried to eat other people yet!

On her way, she passed a couple of new Afterlifers, who appear to have awoken at the most inopportune moment possible. Stark-naked, the two were chatting each other up like it was nobody's business. Jeanette was desensitized to nakedness, so she didn't pay them much attention. It's hard to keep being amazed at the male body when new people just pop out from nowhere every time she goes for a stroll down a hallway. But she had to admit, the guys were good-looking. If it weren't for the dire food situation, she would've stayed and tried to nail one for herself. But on she ran.

She finally arrived at the secondary elevator shaft, where she found a crate of cabbages. Being the swift girl she was, she swooped down on the hapless vegetables, investigating intently. The leaves were drenched, almost drowned by rainwater, which is still dripping down from the top of the elevator, through various nooks and crannies, pouring chilly raindrops all over Jeanette's hair. There was also a slight hue of red fused within the water. She's been here long enough to know what it is, and reached for her rifle, waiting for the others to catch up to her, before going up and killing whatever had nabbed one of her Afterlifers.

 

[Aryasaurus]

Examiner Notes: I really hope this is okay for you guys >.<

the construct

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Location: Main Entry
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Due to the on-going valiant effort from the Afterlifers, it seemed that the threat had - more or less - been contained in the main entry way. However safety was not yet guaranteed; there were plentiful ways for the Angels to have infiltrated the base, in fact, it was almost certain that they had found other ways to gain entry. Though monstrous, the angels were brought with them a sentient intelligence that challenged that of men. It was simple enough to figure out, there was not just a straight hallway towards the Elevator, so chances of them having branched out, ducking into vents and likewise places. It was a likelihood that could not be ignored.

Momentarily, the old PA crackles to life. It takes a moment for the microphone to clear from the static, and Thomas Smith's voice breaks through the static, cutting off the tail-end of his sentence. He pauses, seeming to realize what has happened, and starts again in an irritated tone.

"I repeat," he says and the speakers crackle quietly, "I want a group of ten Afterlifers to make their way up the secondary elevator and get to the greenhouse, stat! Others should be focusing on getting the respawning Afterlifers into shape, and-- GODDAMMIT, GET ME THAT DAMNED ENGINEER ONCE SHE WAKES UP."

In a tone that gave one the mental image of Thomas willing to punch an Angel in the face, and a vocal echo that reverberates in the momentary silence, the PA System shuts down, making way for the scramble that ensued in order to get things done.

No time for dawdling, Afterlifer. Get moving!

no slide

 

[Berries]

Incoming Report ...
To: Aryasaurus

RE: KIDO & KONDO

Location: Afterlifer's Quarters => Heading towards greenhouse
Examiner Notes: The twins spawned a little while ago and had been carried to bed/given clothes/etc before the angels attacked, but are waking up now for the first time.

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Kondo bolted upright in her bed as something hard made contact with her face. Blinking a few times, the woman had to take a few seconds to process her surroundings. It seemed like she was in a bed in some kind of dormitory? Confused, she tried to remember how she had arrived in this situation but didn't seem to be able to recall anything. Bringing a hand up to rub her nose where something had hit her, Kondo's eyes settled upon the foot laying on her pillow which must've been the culprit. Glaring up at its owner, some blonde-haired guy who was still sound asleep, Kondo's anger was quickly diminished with further confusion upon realizing that the man was naked. Looking away abashed, she started when she realized she was naked too. Letting out a little squeal the woman floundered around for some clothes, quickly noticing some folded clothes at the foot of her bed. Tossing them on, Kondo then retreated as far away from the sleeping man as possible.

Unfortunately it seemed her movement had woken him up. Letting out a groan and stretching his arms, the man rolled in his bed; promptly falling off it.
"Fuuuuck," the man moaned as he rubbed his head which had hit the floor. Climbing onto his feet he ran a hand through his hair, looking around. "Where the hell am I," he muttered as he looked down and realized that he didn't have any clothes on. It was only after he had pulled his clothes on and properly looked around that he noticed Kondo standing off to the side. "Who're you? Where am I?" He asked in a tone split between aggression and flat out confusion.

"I'm... Kondo." The woman responded in a slow voice. For a moment it had felt like she couldn't remember her own name. "Yeah, I'm Kondo." She declared again, just to confirm it to herself, before shrugging. "I have no clue where we are or how we got here though."

"Great. Well, I'm Kido, nice to meetcha." Kido responded with a loose wave of his hand and a voice loaded with sarcasm. Looking at this girl bothered him immensely for he felt like he should recognize her or know who she was but the thought was entirely escaping him. Not one to be held back by uncertainty, Kido gestured at the door. "Well, shall we look around?" He suggested, not waiting for an answer before he strolled towards the door. As if on cue, the speaker system crackled into life and a strange voice started talking.

"I repeat... I want a group of ten Afterlifers to make their way up the secondary elevator and get to the greenhouse, stat! Others should be focusing on getting the respawning Afterlifers into shape, and-- GODDAMMIT, GET ME THAT DAMNED ENGINEER ONCE SHE WAKES UP."

Both twins' heads jerked up at the noise and both frowned in time, folding their arms across their bodies. "Afterlifers?" They both wondered aloud, turning to look at each other while scowling at the fact they had spoken at the same time. Brushing it off, the twins continued, "respawning?", before closing their mouths and glaring at each other. "Could you not-" they both started again before realizing they were, once again, saying the same thing. After a few seconds more of glaring, they both took a step towards the door, but the synchronization of the movement made them both mad.

"What are you, some kind of mimic?" Kido growled, continuing to walk despite his displeasure.
"I could ask you the same thing," muttered an equally annoyed Kondo.

Both twins had deducted that, from the speaker's words, they were in some kind of afterlife and there seemed to be some kind of violence going on. However, that situation was difficult to believe, so neither was fully on board with the idea. They had both determined that the best course of action was to try and find somebody around that knew more about the situation, and that sticking together was a good option until they knew more- despite that both twins were increasingly frustrated with the fact that their steps were in sync and even their arms moved at the same time in their strides.

It wasn't long before the twins heard the echo of heavy boots in the corridor up ahead and they quickened their pace to catch up with whoever it was. They soon encountered a kind of mean-looking man with black hair (Jiyeon). "Hey-" they both called out, taking a second to glare at each other while Kondo waved her hand in a gesture for Kido to continue talking.

"Do you know what's going on?" Kido asked the man up ahead, his arms still crossed. Kondo, on the left, also had her arms crossed but as soon as she saw Kido was doing the same she moved her hands to hang awkwardly at her sides.

 

[Aryasaurus]

Incoming Report ...
To: Berries

RE: Jiyeon

Location: Afterlifer's Quarters --> Secondary Elevator
Examiner Notes: It shouldn't take them too much longer to reach the secondary elevator. You can include it in your post, or I will in my next. Its up to you!

ClassifiedJiyeon clicked his tongue in annoyance as the speakers came to life once more. "Shut up, old man, no one care," he grumbled to himself, though secretly he decided that the plan was a good one. Room by room, Jiyeon checked each with care and caution. He had yet to encounter anything particularly dangerous, though the abrupt opening of a door up ahead forced him to react - he pulled up his guns, one in each hand, safety off and aimed.

"Hey-" two voices of different genders came in unison.

Jiyeon blinked - twins? He pondered that for a moment, and supposed it was possible for it to happen, so he didn't question it. He put the safety back on and lowered his guns, approaching the two with confident strides. His dark narrow eyes fixed onto them. "Angels came in through the Elevator shaft," he started to answer shortly. "You have a gun?" he paused to ask, but continued. "I'm going to the greenhouse to help, but..." he gritted his teeth. He had a responsibility to help these two, and it infuriated him that he couldn't continue his personal mission.

Stepping back, holstering his guns, he gave a heavy sigh and raked his fingers through his silky black hair. "Fine. Come," he beckoned them, motioning for them both to follow him. He knew his full-body arsenal would come in handy, though he didn't expect it to be this. Grabbing both the twins by the wrist he pulled on them to follow him until they willingly walked beside him before he released his vice-like grip.

Once the three were walking, he handed each a pistol of his own, and some back up ammunition clips from his belt. "You are both dead now," he informs them bluntly. "This is the Afterlife - no heaven, no hell, just this. Angels aren't holy beings, their winged monsters who try to kill us. We're surviving here - but only barely. Keep up!" he snapped with authority. "Get left behind and you might die." He wasn't being harsh for the sake of being a jerk, though his tone was sharp, it seemed he was acting as more of a commanding officer than just a soldier. He was making sure no one stepped out of line or got themselves killed.

"You woke at a bad time, so there's no time to sugar-coat this: you're dead, I'm dead, everyone here is dead and you'll keep dying and keep coming back for the rest of existence - or, that's what it feels like," he tells them, briskly walking and checking rooms on the way to the elevator. "Do you have any questions? And, my name is Jiyeon Sohn; I hope you know how to use a gun."

 

[Weaknees]

Incoming Report ...
To: Weaknees

RE: JUNIPER

Location: Hall, then his room
Examiner Notes: Idk I like this post a lot maybe it's just me

ClassifiedCandyland... No, Disneyland... Better yet, Disneyworld. If Juniper knew what any of those things were he would surely be comparing them to the scene in front of him. The sweet, metallic scent of blood filled his nostrils and clouded his thoughts. Was there someone he was supposed to be helping? He glanced to his left and then to his right. Nobody was around him, so maybe he had made them up? He was sure there was some weird guy with odd hair he was helping but... Oh, the colors in front of him! Vivid reds, smeared, gushy burgundy, and clotted blacks... The perfect ink blot. Of course Jun knew what a photograph was, and if he had the means of taking one then there would be no telling just how many pictures he would have by now. To capture the memory he would have to be satisfied with collecting, and then later on sketching from his mind. He was going to have a fun night in no matter how unpleasant everyone else's evenings were. Oh joy oh joy indeed.

Wing clippings, teeth, claws, razors, nails, eyes, and anything that looked interesting made its way into Jun's pouch. The items no longer belonged to the Angels, but to Jun. They were his personal property now. He looked at one of the groaning Angels that was unfortunate enough to have survived through the barrage of traps. His lips curled into a gentle smile as he gazed into its bloodthirsty eyes. The eyes practically bulged at how much the poor creature was straining its neck towards its target. Jun wondered why they couldn't get along with one another. He was definitely willing to strike up a peace treaty with them, but they never settled down whenever he tried to calmly approach them. This naturally resulted in Jun dying quite a few times in vain. He knelt down to try and get some sort of understanding of the thing before him. It wasn't all too often that he got such great visuals on an Angel. Its veins were pulsating out of its skin. It was seething. If the creature's jaw was still intact then it would probably be barring its teeth at Jun and trying to nip at him.

"Just trying to engrave the image in my head for later... I wonder if you guys feel pain? Is it like how we do? Sorry. I'll help you out the only way I know how. Goodnight little fella... Maybe you'll wake up in an afterlife too." Juniper stood and shook his head. He was crazy for outright talking to a thing that wanted him dead. A quick booted foot came down, and a crunch sounded out along with the Angel's last dying groan. It was over in a flash, but the feeling kept playing in Jun's head. It was almost like the crackling noise shot through him like lightning. The vibrations stringing out to every last nerve. His eyes closed and a soft whisper caught in his ears. A buttery voice whispering sweet nothings. A moment later and everything was just as it was. The hall was cold and dingy, devoid of color and now life. Jun backed away from the scene in front of him, vaguely wanting to turn and hightail it out of there. His stomach churned, although its contents were only acid.

He slowly turned the corner of the opposite end of the hall, breathing in deeply through his nose. The air gradually became clearer the closer he got to his room. He unconsciously took the route where he wouldn't run into the man from before. He really wasn't in the right headspace to deal with anyone anyway. Comfort was what he wanted most at the moment. It felt like he was missing something. Hopefully staring at his face in the mirror would help. As soon as the door to his room came into sight, Jun's whole body relaxed. He stepped inside and the feeling of relaxation increased tenfold. Tonight he locked the door. Jun did not want to be bothered for anything... Not that people frequently sought him out for things. He gingerly set the pouch of Angel goodies on his desk, and looked around for his favorite blanket. The soft emerald green one that dearly comforted him... The blanket that he thought was just so cute and soft, and that reminded him of something warm and important... Ah. He knew he forgot about someone. Those stupid, no good, ugly, graceful, majestic, wondrous Angels... They made him forget about the man with the brown hair and odd pink streak, who he had leant his precious blanket to. That's what he gets for trying to go out of his way and be considerate.

Juniper comically and over-dramatically slouched down into his lounge chair. He was much too exhausted and mentally drained to go out searching for the guy now. All he could do was wait, and hope that by some miracle Rose wouldn't discard the blanket. Jun sighed, his spirit feeling crushed.

 

[Berries]

Incoming Report ...
To: Aryasaurus

RE: KIDO & KONDO

Location: Afterlifer's Quarters => Secondary Elevator
Examiner Notes: I'm not too familiar with the locations yet so it'd probably best if they reached it in your post. XD

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At first, the twins hadn't been able to see that the man ahead was armed, so when he began to approach them with weapons in hand they both took a half-step backwards. However, they were both stubborn, so they didn't want to run away and make fools of themselves. Besides, they hadn't been shot yet, so they figured it was safe. Kondo had her eyes set determinedly while Kido showed no outside reaction outside of tightening the cross of his arms across his body. When the man started talking, both twins couldn't help raising an eyebrow at the mention of angels and elevators. Maybe this man was insane? If that was the case, they needed to get out before he raised his guns again. At the question of whether or not they had guns, Kondo shook her head while Kido made a snorting sound which sounded vaguely like denial.

Both Kido and Kondo relaxed a bit when the man fully holstered his guns, but his heavy sigh and reluctant manner didn't exactly convince them that he meant well. Nevertheless, they were too confused to disobey an order, so when the man waved at them to follow him they did so. Not that they exactly had a choice when he grabbed their wrists and began pulling them along. Kido was obviously aggravated at the fact he was being dragged around and quickly snapped his wrist out of the man's reach, but Kondo went along a bit more placidly. Kido was about to snap angrily but a gun was then shoved into his hands. Blinking in surprise, the man grabbed the pistol instinctively and pocketed the ammunition clips without second thought. Absorbed in the weapon, he didn't listen too much to whatever the black-haired man was saying, but his attention was caught at "you'll keep dying and keep coming back for the rest of existence", which he immediately started grinning at.

"So an eternal killing game?" He questioned, snapping a magazine into the pistol. "I like it." The man approved. If this were an afterlife, he certainly wouldn't of minded dying sooner. "Kido Sozui, nice to meetcha." He provided his own name, ignoring the other girl they brought along who was flipping the pistol around in her hands contemplatively. Both twins seemed to be automatically at home holding the guns, Kido more so than Kondo, but neither seemed to give it much thought on why they were able to do so.

"Do you have... a rifle?" Kondo asked of Jiyeon, looking up at the man with the pistol in her hand. She knew how to use it, but it wasn't exactly her... specialty. Though for the life of her, she couldn't remember what was. All she knew was that she preferred to be on the backline as opposed to the gung-ho idiot man who seemed to be ready to jump right into another death. What caught Kondo's attention was when the other man introduced himself as Kido Sozui. Narrowing her eyes, Kondo decided to avoid conflict for the moment. She still didn't know who the blonde man was, but from what she could tell they looked alike, acted alike and apparently had the same last name. Perhaps they had been related while living, but in the afterlife Kondo supposed that whatever had happened in real life didn't matter much anymore.

"My name is Kondo." She supplied, purposely emitting her last name. "How many people are here?" She asked Jiyeon, walking a step behind him and seeming to accept his authority over the situation. Kido, on the other hand, was three paces ahead and looking like he was ready to dive right into battle without second thought.

 

[Aryasaurus]

Incoming Report ...
To: Berries

RE: JIYEON

Location: Secondary Elevator
Examiner Notes: Its okay! I'm still learning the ropes too;;

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Jiyeon inclined his head at the response of the male - this kid had the exact attitude of someone who had no idea what he was about to get himself into, and that was annoying. Raising his brow he watched from the corner of his vision as the boy looked over the gun. "It is not a game," he reaffirmed. "If it was really so simple there would be more people here." The comment was meant to get the boy thinking. "Sometimes you don't come back, or you just disappear. Think about it - why would the Afterlife be so empty if people just kept coming back to life once they died?"

Jiyeon observed the two with the weapons before proceeding, giving a nod to acknowledge the boy's name. "Not for you," he responded to the female, narrowing his gaze. He certainly wasn't going to relinquish his modified rifle to some newbie. "You'll get your own later. There's no time to stop."

Jiyeon clicked his tongue, seemingly irritated, but his eyes settled with an amused glint, though he didn't let it be seen. Somehow, Kido reminded him of his brother-- no. He stopped himself mid-thought and shook his head. That was stupid, why did he have to think of Jihyun now? He gave a nod upon hearing the girl's name and cast his distant gaze up ahead, allowing Kido to walk ahead of them.

He remained silent for a time, before softly calling out to Kido, his tone shifting drastically from a commander to a mentor. Much softer - though his voice was naturally very soft - and distinctively less hostile. "No, this way." He didn't make any move to touch Kido, seeing as he hadn't liked the contact before - some people didn't, he understood that. Jiyeon's shift wasn't that he particularly cared what this guy's opinion of him was, but as a more experienced Afterlifer, he knew it was his duty to take cake of the newbies. It would be better if they could get along momentarily, and he was shifting his strategy to enable cooperation.

Jiyeon went so far as to stop before the turn in the corridor and wait. It was Kido's decision if he wanted to continue going forwards on his own, or stay with someone who had more experience. Jiyeon's whole attitude and posture showed this - it was Kido's decision. He then looked at Kondo quickly, a mere glance before directing his eyes down the next corridor. "A dozen, maybe more? I can't say I know the numbers. I few must have died during the attacks, who's to say they'll come back any time soon."

Once Kido had decided on whether he would continue ahead of them or not, Jiyeon continued walking. A few more turns with the necessary guidance, and they had arrived at the elevator. He glanced at the two, pondering briefly if he should get them more appropriate weapons. "You hold them well, perhaps even seasoned," he praised, "do you recall much of your past? Were you proficient in weaponry?" He pressed the button to call the elevator, glancing along the passages to check if others were coming, and then back to the two. "Kondo, you say you may prefer a rifle - and you, Kido? Can you tell your preference?" His socialization skill was obviously awkward, but he made an effort to at least try. "Maybe when this is over, I will get you proper gear. I... apologize for rushing you into this." He would have asked if they wanted to turn back, but he stopped himself. No, they needed to see this to understand, he knew that.

 

[Berries]

Incoming Report ...
To: Aryasaurus

RE: KIDO & KONDO

Location: Secondary Elevator
Examiner Notes: wooo

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Faced with Jiyeon's rebuttal on the game-like aspect of this afterlife, Kido shrugged. "Doesn't seem like anybody knows much, maybe there are a bunch of warzones in the afterlife and you flip between them." He offered with a dismissive wave of his hand. The fact that he had woken up in a strange place five minutes ago and immediately been armed didn't seem to bother him in the slightest. His tone and attitude made it clear that he didn't like to deal with the uncertain, instead fixating on the immediate facts at hand, which Jiyeon didn't immediately offer a lot of.

Kondo, on the other hand, looked significantly more hesitant. She had been staring at Jiyeon with every word he said as if trying to absorb as much information from him as possible, but didn't offer up much talk herself. She seemed to be briefly disappointed at the fact that she wouldn't be able to swap her pistol out for a weapon more suited to her, but supposed that it made sense, and she didn't feel like she was in the position to challenge Jiyeon for a better weapon at this time. Instead, she continued to compliantly walk behind both men as they traveled down the hallways at a brisk pace.

At Jiyeon's instructions as to which way to go, Kido had looked at the other man with slight irritation at his tone. Beforehand Jiyeon had been rather commanding, but this change to a mentor-like voice bothered Kido. He would have almost preferred to be ordered around than to feel like he was subpar to somebody else and in need of mentoring. However, even his pride didn't cause him to lash out entirely because he did see that in this situation he was very much the underling. That didn't mean he had to like it, though. All issues aside, Kido followed the instructions, stubbornly continuing to walk in front the entire time seeing that he had been given the option to. He listened in on the conversation between Jiyeon and the girl - named Kondo? seemed familiar for some reason - but tried not to give any indication that he was listening.

Nodding contemplatively, Kondo started chewing on her lip in thought. Generally she was more outgoing and loud than this, but it seemed like the strange situation had given her reason to start thinking more and talking less. Once they reached the elevator, Kondo stared at it for a few seconds. This was a strange place. She still had the pistol in her hands and when Jiyeon spoke again about weapons she looked down at the gun. "It was hard for me to remember my own name," she said in response to his question, "I just know I'd feel more comfortable on the back-lines." Perhaps the words sounded cowardly of her, as if she just didn't want to go directly into battle, but regardless if Kondo knew it or not she was a sniper at heart.

After she finished talking, the elevator arrived, and Kido made a point of being the first one to jump in. His manners were obviously somewhat lacking. As he moved, he responded to Jiyeon's questions. "Don't remember a thing, but I feel like this fits me perfectly well." The man said in an upbeat tone, referencing the pistol in his hands contentedly. Both twins shrugged off Jiyeon's apology. "This is better than standing around in a bedroom," was Kido's remark, but Kondo seemed a bit more reluctant. The doors closed and the elevator began to move.