A blindfolded brow lifted up as Minimod did hand signs. The foxdragon took a step back near the other felinoid. "Yeah...I'll leave you to that," she said. Suddenly there was a wave of trying the act. Minimod got some ears and Windra. The foxdragon turned her attention back to her own 'charge'. Clade's mane had gone back to standing on end as Kat got back up. The bike becoming portable.
A hand went up to the double barrel that was in a holster on her back. She pulled the shot gun out. Holding it up she pumped it. There was a belt of shells across her chest and back now from no where. [really really want to use the shotgun]
"I agree with the wolf girl, lets get this party started," said the foxdragon with a grin. Her long ears twitched, fox tails swaying behind her.
"Yeah, we don't know how long we'll be here." said the feline. Her hands came up before her pushing in the knuckles of one hand to crack them.
"Yeah, we don't and I want to play with my Boomstick," added the foxdragon with a grin, "12 gauge double barrel Remington shotgun, S-mart's finest weapon." A look was shot to the cat who was shaking her head.
"Don't do it." she said.
To late, the foxdragon lifted the gun above her head, "Shop smart, shop S-Mart!"
((BLah))
News: ~August 18th 2022~ - (Old News)
The move has been completed successfully! Everything appears to have survived the move just fine, but if anyone finds a broken link or anything else that doesn't work as it should, please make a post in Away from the Woods to let me know, thank you.
RP News: ~November 19th 2015~ (Old RP News)
There is no current plot. The forests welcome new travelers within these lands.
Event Status: Not Active (each accepted character allowed to RP in multiple RP threads)
RP Season: Summer
This means everything is green, flowers are everywhere, and the shining sun creates a need for shady shelter on the warmest days.
The move has been completed successfully! Everything appears to have survived the move just fine, but if anyone finds a broken link or anything else that doesn't work as it should, please make a post in Away from the Woods to let me know, thank you.
RP News: ~November 19th 2015~ (Old RP News)
There is no current plot. The forests welcome new travelers within these lands.
Event Status: Not Active (each accepted character allowed to RP in multiple RP threads)
RP Season: Summer
This means everything is green, flowers are everywhere, and the shining sun creates a need for shady shelter on the warmest days.
[Through the Looking Glass] -Twilight City : PART II-
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[OoC: @ Loki + Pink: Take yer time, guys. There's no rush.
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Windra and Sho offered each other a glance back and forth between FoxDragon, Clade, and all the others that were hanging around them. Yep, they were becoming an odd groupie alright. Something you'd expect to see popping out of a dark alley on a sunny day, pitchforks in the air, dressed as devils, yelling, "DA POWER OF CHRIST COMPELS YA!"
A Buddy Jesus (from the movie Dogma) statue promptly fell out of the sky. It landed on top of the chopper. What ensued was a holy mess of metal shrapnel and crucifixes. Windra dodged a wooden stake, didn't miss a falling bit of rotary blade, and was knocked the hell out. Ashowan prodded her with a talon a couple of times and eventually gave up. Shrugging, she vouched for snapping her fingers. Poof! She vanished in a plume of smoke and emerged a second later donned in ANBU gear: black one-piece tee-shirt and pants. She wore white armbands that went up to her elbows as well as a similarly colored Kevlar vest that was in two. One part of the vest covered her front while the other guarded her back. These two pieces were attached by thin alabaster strips of leather going under the arm and a little further towards the waist. She didn't have a headband, but her face was covered by a white mouth less mask with red triangular markings above and below the eye holes.
Casually brushing away a lock of hair, she whipped out the 'ninja' claws of one hand and pulled Windra to her feet with the other, holding the role-player in place until she woke up.
"I vote Spencer Estate!"
"YAYS!" Windra shouted suddenly, snapping to attention. She procured a health spray from nowhere and shot it towards the sky. "KRAKEN!"
A tentacle jutted from above. It was coiled into a 'fist' as it smacked the dirt before them, unrolling to reveal one Brad Vickers before pulling away to wherever it came from in the first place. Poor Brad lasted only about two seconds of stupefied blinks before he was glomped.
Fandom. YAY.
" ... Help?"
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[OoC: @ Loki + Pink: Take yer time, guys. There's no rush.
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Windra and Sho offered each other a glance back and forth between FoxDragon, Clade, and all the others that were hanging around them. Yep, they were becoming an odd groupie alright. Something you'd expect to see popping out of a dark alley on a sunny day, pitchforks in the air, dressed as devils, yelling, "DA POWER OF CHRIST COMPELS YA!"
A Buddy Jesus (from the movie Dogma) statue promptly fell out of the sky. It landed on top of the chopper. What ensued was a holy mess of metal shrapnel and crucifixes. Windra dodged a wooden stake, didn't miss a falling bit of rotary blade, and was knocked the hell out. Ashowan prodded her with a talon a couple of times and eventually gave up. Shrugging, she vouched for snapping her fingers. Poof! She vanished in a plume of smoke and emerged a second later donned in ANBU gear: black one-piece tee-shirt and pants. She wore white armbands that went up to her elbows as well as a similarly colored Kevlar vest that was in two. One part of the vest covered her front while the other guarded her back. These two pieces were attached by thin alabaster strips of leather going under the arm and a little further towards the waist. She didn't have a headband, but her face was covered by a white mouth less mask with red triangular markings above and below the eye holes.
Casually brushing away a lock of hair, she whipped out the 'ninja' claws of one hand and pulled Windra to her feet with the other, holding the role-player in place until she woke up.
"I vote Spencer Estate!"
"YAYS!" Windra shouted suddenly, snapping to attention. She procured a health spray from nowhere and shot it towards the sky. "KRAKEN!"
A tentacle jutted from above. It was coiled into a 'fist' as it smacked the dirt before them, unrolling to reveal one Brad Vickers before pulling away to wherever it came from in the first place. Poor Brad lasted only about two seconds of stupefied blinks before he was glomped.
Fandom.
YAY." ... Help?"
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"We all change, when you think about it, we're all different people; all through our lives, and that's okay, that's good, you've gotta keep moving, so long as you remember all the people that you used to be."
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At this moment in time, Minimod was seriously sleep deprived, and was on the verge of falling asleep standing up. She'd had like... uhhh, three or four hours of sleep in the last two days and is pretty much running off of Zours and Dr. Pepper. Which is probably not healthy. But I digress.
Since this was the case, Minimod only caught parts of Ashowan and Windra's conversation, and only awoke fully when Kat attempted to blow up Scar and Jake. With a small yelp of surprise, Minimod fell back on her bum. Then she looked up at Kat with a scowl on her face, and folded her arms crossly.
"Don't do that." Minimod pouted, ears twitching on the top of her head. "Not only didja scare the bejezus out of me, but I think you gave Jake a heart attack."
As if on cue, Jake stumbled out of the disaster area, looking confused. He was also on fire, but he didn't seem to notice that. Minimod's pout vanished, and she giggled happily, clapping her hands. In seconds, the orange-clad mod was up and hugging the Pyro, which was rather amusing as she was two feet shorter than the boy.
"Heheh. You're so cute." said Minimod, grinning broadly.
She pulled Jake over to the little group, then let him go to fish for her guns that were hidden deep in the pockets of her trench coat. That didn't take long. Once she had them in her arms, she cuddled them and leaned on Jake, eyes closed.
"Neeeh. Wake me up when we find the zombies. Or go looking for them." And with that, she fell asleep, snoring quietly. Jake's eyebrows lifted so high that they vanished under his mop of hair. With a shrug, he gathered the fast-asleep mod in his arms and turned to the others.
"Eh. So what now?"
Flare was advertising, Windra was glomping, there was some new guy that was the subject of that glomping, and the others were quiet, for the time being. Jake leaned against one of the trees that hadn't been exploded and waited for some excitement.
In the middle of her snores, a mumble could be heard coming from the sleeping Minimod.
"...zzzsnerk...love and peace...zzhmmksss...hehehe, I love you toooooo vasssshyyy...mmmsnnnaaag..."
Jake's expression: o.O
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At this moment in time, Minimod was seriously sleep deprived, and was on the verge of falling asleep standing up. She'd had like... uhhh, three or four hours of sleep in the last two days and is pretty much running off of Zours and Dr. Pepper. Which is probably not healthy. But I digress.
Since this was the case, Minimod only caught parts of Ashowan and Windra's conversation, and only awoke fully when Kat attempted to blow up Scar and Jake. With a small yelp of surprise, Minimod fell back on her bum. Then she looked up at Kat with a scowl on her face, and folded her arms crossly.
"Don't do that." Minimod pouted, ears twitching on the top of her head. "Not only didja scare the bejezus out of me, but I think you gave Jake a heart attack."
As if on cue, Jake stumbled out of the disaster area, looking confused. He was also on fire, but he didn't seem to notice that. Minimod's pout vanished, and she giggled happily, clapping her hands. In seconds, the orange-clad mod was up and hugging the Pyro, which was rather amusing as she was two feet shorter than the boy.
"Heheh. You're so cute." said Minimod, grinning broadly.
She pulled Jake over to the little group, then let him go to fish for her guns that were hidden deep in the pockets of her trench coat. That didn't take long. Once she had them in her arms, she cuddled them and leaned on Jake, eyes closed.
"Neeeh. Wake me up when we find the zombies. Or go looking for them." And with that, she fell asleep, snoring quietly. Jake's eyebrows lifted so high that they vanished under his mop of hair. With a shrug, he gathered the fast-asleep mod in his arms and turned to the others.
"Eh. So what now?"
Flare was advertising, Windra was glomping, there was some new guy that was the subject of that glomping, and the others were quiet, for the time being. Jake leaned against one of the trees that hadn't been exploded and waited for some excitement.
In the middle of her snores, a mumble could be heard coming from the sleeping Minimod.
"...zzzsnerk...love and peace...zzhmmksss...hehehe, I love you toooooo vasssshyyy...mmmsnnnaaag..."
Jake's expression: o.O
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And so the lion fell in love with the lamb...
What a stupid lamb.
What a sick, masochistic lion.
[Twilight]
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|~Anani Sunwalker~|~Rynn of the Silver Spirit~|~ Flycker Bannertail~|~ Jake Ashcroft~|
And so the lion fell in love with the lamb...
What a stupid lamb.
What a sick, masochistic lion.
[Twilight]
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|~Anani Sunwalker~|~Rynn of the Silver Spirit~|~ Flycker Bannertail~|~ Jake Ashcroft~|
Simple demands from Kat and Wolf goes as follows:
"We want to kick some Zombie butt now or else we'll let loose on your collective asses."
That is all because the two are currently on a "i'm not speaking to you" basis with their role-player.
Smurf is not vury happy with them to say the least.
Awwww smurf-berries.
"We want to kick some Zombie butt now or else we'll let loose on your collective asses."
That is all because the two are currently on a "i'm not speaking to you" basis with their role-player.
Smurf is not vury happy with them to say the least.
Awwww smurf-berries.
You never know what you can do, 'till you try.
Art and Silth © Me
Now after getting that fiasco outta the way Juno had a few deliveries to make, including waiting in line at the post office behind another pirate with a crab leg, and a crab claw. He was old green and tentical-ly. At least he wasn't as weird as that guy with the goat, who was sitting on the waiting bench.
Juno, had realized that the guy he was standing behind, couldn't move... in fact he was standing in a large wooden bucket full of water. So when the line moved Juno almost went ahead of the poor guy, until someone beat him too the punch.
This was quickly remedied becase MR. Tenticles just shouted "Kraken!" and a buncha suction cup thingies just shot through the window and dragged off the man who jumped ahead of Lobster claw there.
Then the large squid tenticle moved the pirate in the bucket forward in the line. Juno stared for a bit, then walked behind him, waiting his place in line and freaked out beyond belief.
Juno, had realized that the guy he was standing behind, couldn't move... in fact he was standing in a large wooden bucket full of water. So when the line moved Juno almost went ahead of the poor guy, until someone beat him too the punch.
This was quickly remedied becase MR. Tenticles just shouted "Kraken!" and a buncha suction cup thingies just shot through the window and dragged off the man who jumped ahead of Lobster claw there.
Then the large squid tenticle moved the pirate in the bucket forward in the line. Juno stared for a bit, then walked behind him, waiting his place in line and freaked out beyond belief.
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REVAMPAGE!
Windra promptly took the form of a Pieripper (the Ripper monster from Monster Rancher. Rippers are these weasel-looking things that stand between 5-6 feet tall, are very sleek and stealthy in appearance, and have obnoxiously long tails that fan out into small claw-spikes. Pierippers hold a particularly rugged physique. They are tannish brown in coloration, have a scar on their left eyes and a Jolly Roger tattoo on their tales, and are birthed when you insert a Pirates of the Caribbean Curse of the Black Pearl CD into the Playstation. I've actually got one on my game. It looks kickass). Still clinging to Brad like he was a stuffed toy (inevitably she was going to drag old Chickenheart along for the ride), she moshed on Minimod for a second and then tore off into the woods.
There was a distinct sound of zombies and Cerberus. Seconds later a couple of disembodied hands, severed at the wrist, went flying by. HOOHAH!
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Ashowan? She took off a while ago. Somehow or another she found a way back into the old Twilight City and was sifting through the remains of the spider-infested mall, scoping for supplies. She was standing on top of a pile of rubble, knee-deep in the stuff and chucking massive slabs of concrete, human remains, and spider legs out of the way until she came across one beauty with a hot-headed attitude. Almost purring, she hefted a flamethrower into the open. The ANBU-costumed girl toted it on her shoulder with a malicious grin. Ashowan jumped down from the stack of garbage to stalk the streets until finding a portal opening into ...
Midgar?
Check it out, ShinRa building! Pre-METEOR apparently, before the flipping game ever came out. >D
Ashowan waltzed right through the front doors of the HQ, well aware of the immediate stares she got from the MPs who spoke into their radios and then made their way across the floor to her with weapons drawn.
"Ahhh, the smell of bacon in the morning ... "
MPs would qualify as cops, yeah?
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Scarlet kicked a tin can out of the way. "LARP!" It bounced off a tree. Ricocheted. Hit a zombay in the eye. "LARP!"
"Burr?" A baby Licker peeked from around an oak tree. It watched the V-ACT for a few moments, not moving a muscle until the red-skinned woman whipped out a really long stick and dangled it in the air. The baby Licker bounced forth with nonexistent tail wagging. Thrilled, it sat at Scar's heel with tongue drooping out. It was panting and waggling and wobbling like a dog on crack. "BOW-WOW!" barked it.
"Feeeeetch, boi!"
Scar threw the stick with an ecstatic yell. 'Larp' chased it into the clearing with the mods. The stick beaned Jake in the head and Larp jumped the poor guy in an attempt to attain his item.
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REVAMPAGE!
Windra promptly took the form of a Pieripper (the Ripper monster from Monster Rancher. Rippers are these weasel-looking things that stand between 5-6 feet tall, are very sleek and stealthy in appearance, and have obnoxiously long tails that fan out into small claw-spikes. Pierippers hold a particularly rugged physique. They are tannish brown in coloration, have a scar on their left eyes and a Jolly Roger tattoo on their tales, and are birthed when you insert a Pirates of the Caribbean Curse of the Black Pearl CD into the Playstation. I've actually got one on my game. It looks kickass). Still clinging to Brad like he was a stuffed toy (inevitably she was going to drag old Chickenheart along for the ride), she moshed on Minimod for a second and then tore off into the woods.
There was a distinct sound of zombies and Cerberus. Seconds later a couple of disembodied hands, severed at the wrist, went flying by. HOOHAH!
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Ashowan? She took off a while ago. Somehow or another she found a way back into the old Twilight City and was sifting through the remains of the spider-infested mall, scoping for supplies. She was standing on top of a pile of rubble, knee-deep in the stuff and chucking massive slabs of concrete, human remains, and spider legs out of the way until she came across one beauty with a hot-headed attitude. Almost purring, she hefted a flamethrower into the open. The ANBU-costumed girl toted it on her shoulder with a malicious grin. Ashowan jumped down from the stack of garbage to stalk the streets until finding a portal opening into ...
Midgar?
Check it out, ShinRa building! Pre-METEOR apparently, before the flipping game ever came out. >D
Ashowan waltzed right through the front doors of the HQ, well aware of the immediate stares she got from the MPs who spoke into their radios and then made their way across the floor to her with weapons drawn.
"Ahhh, the smell of bacon in the morning ... "
MPs would qualify as cops, yeah?
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Scarlet kicked a tin can out of the way. "LARP!" It bounced off a tree. Ricocheted. Hit a zombay in the eye. "LARP!"
"Burr?" A baby Licker peeked from around an oak tree. It watched the V-ACT for a few moments, not moving a muscle until the red-skinned woman whipped out a really long stick and dangled it in the air. The baby Licker bounced forth with nonexistent tail wagging. Thrilled, it sat at Scar's heel with tongue drooping out. It was panting and waggling and wobbling like a dog on crack. "BOW-WOW!" barked it.
"Feeeeetch, boi!"
Scar threw the stick with an ecstatic yell. 'Larp' chased it into the clearing with the mods. The stick beaned Jake in the head and Larp jumped the poor guy in an attempt to attain his item.
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"We all change, when you think about it, we're all different people; all through our lives, and that's okay, that's good, you've gotta keep moving, so long as you remember all the people that you used to be."
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WHACK!
“GAH!”
Jake promptly dropped Minimod in favor of trying to claw the creature off of his face. For a moment, the Pyro flailed around, shouting random obscenities at the small Licker, until finally, he managed to shove it off. He grabbed the stick that had smacked the back of his head and scowled at it for a moment before throwing it off to the side. However, in order to grab the stick, Larp had to go through Jake to get it, and that’s precisely what the Licker did, slamming into the Pyro once more as it raced for it’s toy.
Jake decided to just lay there, and ignore the rest of the world. What had he ever done to deserve this?
However, at that moment, Minimod woke up, feeling rather bruised. She also noticed that Jake was on the floor, still, with his eyes closed. Immediately, the vertically-challenged mod assumed the worst, and she flopped down on Jake’s chest and began to howl.
“NOOOOOOOOO! JAKE GOT BIT BY A ZOMBEEEEEHHHH!”
The Pyro’s eyes shot open, startled by the sudden scream, and he sat up straight, knocking Minimod onto the ground. Minimod screeched again, and fell over her feet as she clumsily tried to escape what she thought was a zombie. Jake raised an eyebrow, and then stood up calmly. He approached Minimod, held out a hand, and helped her up.
Minimod grinned, and poked the Pyro on the middle of the forehead. “Mwee. I didn’t actually think you were a zombeh, Jakers. That just filled my dramatic quota for the day.”
Jake’s eye twitched in anger, but other than that, he remained silent.
Since people were leaving, Minimod decided to join the fun. Finally, she thought, grinning. Grabbing Jake’s wrist, the small mod raced off toward where she saw random severed wrists flying through the air, giggling madly. She shoved the Pyro into a random crowd of zombies, knowing he could defend himself, and then pulled out the twin .45 Colts from her massive orange trenchcoat.
"MWEEEHEEEEHEEEHEEHEE! EAT LEAD, ZOMBEHS!"
As she shot random zombies, she spotted Windra, and grinned broadly, shouting, “Be careful not to get carried away by the mob, Zedzed! You don’t have a crossbow, this time!”
Meanwhile, as Jake set the undead on fire, the smell of dead burning flesh filled the air…
“GAH!”
Jake promptly dropped Minimod in favor of trying to claw the creature off of his face. For a moment, the Pyro flailed around, shouting random obscenities at the small Licker, until finally, he managed to shove it off. He grabbed the stick that had smacked the back of his head and scowled at it for a moment before throwing it off to the side. However, in order to grab the stick, Larp had to go through Jake to get it, and that’s precisely what the Licker did, slamming into the Pyro once more as it raced for it’s toy.
Jake decided to just lay there, and ignore the rest of the world. What had he ever done to deserve this?
However, at that moment, Minimod woke up, feeling rather bruised. She also noticed that Jake was on the floor, still, with his eyes closed. Immediately, the vertically-challenged mod assumed the worst, and she flopped down on Jake’s chest and began to howl.
“NOOOOOOOOO! JAKE GOT BIT BY A ZOMBEEEEEHHHH!”
The Pyro’s eyes shot open, startled by the sudden scream, and he sat up straight, knocking Minimod onto the ground. Minimod screeched again, and fell over her feet as she clumsily tried to escape what she thought was a zombie. Jake raised an eyebrow, and then stood up calmly. He approached Minimod, held out a hand, and helped her up.
Minimod grinned, and poked the Pyro on the middle of the forehead. “Mwee. I didn’t actually think you were a zombeh, Jakers. That just filled my dramatic quota for the day.”
Jake’s eye twitched in anger, but other than that, he remained silent.
Since people were leaving, Minimod decided to join the fun. Finally, she thought, grinning. Grabbing Jake’s wrist, the small mod raced off toward where she saw random severed wrists flying through the air, giggling madly. She shoved the Pyro into a random crowd of zombies, knowing he could defend himself, and then pulled out the twin .45 Colts from her massive orange trenchcoat.
"MWEEEHEEEEHEEEHEEHEE! EAT LEAD, ZOMBEHS!"
As she shot random zombies, she spotted Windra, and grinned broadly, shouting, “Be careful not to get carried away by the mob, Zedzed! You don’t have a crossbow, this time!”
Meanwhile, as Jake set the undead on fire, the smell of dead burning flesh filled the air…
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And so the lion fell in love with the lamb...
What a stupid lamb.
What a sick, masochistic lion.
[Twilight]
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|~Anani Sunwalker~|~Rynn of the Silver Spirit~|~ Flycker Bannertail~|~ Jake Ashcroft~|
And so the lion fell in love with the lamb...
What a stupid lamb.
What a sick, masochistic lion.
[Twilight]
---=====---
|~Anani Sunwalker~|~Rynn of the Silver Spirit~|~ Flycker Bannertail~|~ Jake Ashcroft~|
"So let me get this straight. You're the only real person still in Twilight city?" Asked the postage manager with a cocked eyebrow as he put the package away behind the counter.
"Yeah besides the shopkeepers, the people here stay the same singular phrase over and over again, it's kinda creepy, usually it's all hinted around the same area. I mean a few days ago they were all like 'Go to the clock tower, there's something strange going on there' 'I hear the clock tower's haunted.' 'Doesn't the time on the clock appear to be odd to you?' It was just annoying. I mean by the time my friends found me I was curled up in in a ball muttering that the voices were telling me to go in the same general direction. "
"Heh, that's typical NPC behavior. Paper of plastic?"
"This is a post office. Why would I need somthing wrapped in paper or-"
"Paper or plasitic."
"I said-"
"Paper or plastic."
"Uuugggghhh, not you too."
"Yeah besides the shopkeepers, the people here stay the same singular phrase over and over again, it's kinda creepy, usually it's all hinted around the same area. I mean a few days ago they were all like 'Go to the clock tower, there's something strange going on there' 'I hear the clock tower's haunted.' 'Doesn't the time on the clock appear to be odd to you?' It was just annoying. I mean by the time my friends found me I was curled up in in a ball muttering that the voices were telling me to go in the same general direction. "
"Heh, that's typical NPC behavior. Paper of plastic?"
"This is a post office. Why would I need somthing wrapped in paper or-"
"Paper or plasitic."
"I said-"
"Paper or plastic."
"Uuugggghhh, not you too."
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Scar emerged from the dense cluster of trees. She was holding a bone in her right hand - a souvenir from the dead, if you will. The V-ACT made a terrible habit out of collecting trophies from every little dead, undead, or dying thing she could find. Her collection was quite macabre, and hidden under the base of her decayed fern tree home in the swamps. Should somebody ever decide to go a-diggin' in that one exact locations, who knew what they would turn up? A skull? A lot of them? A Licker's tongue? Abraham Lincoln's hat? OJ's "If the glove does not fit, you must acquit!" glove? Glazed eyes bore witness to Jake's heat signature, scent, and sounds being haphazardly shoved into a crowd of rowdy zombies. The mutated Crimson Head was quick to follow.
"Don't worreh, Jake-eeeey, I'ma save youse!" FWUMP! She slapped one zed in the scalp, decapitated another. Gouts of blood flew from wherever she was. A zombie dressed in mythril armor appeared behind her. It tapped her on the shoulder. Scarlet spun, but was not attacked, nor did leap into a maiming frenzy. Instead, zed boi groaned something unintelligible. A frown crossed the V-ACT's face. Chin tilted downwards while musing over ... something. "Madness?" purred she, steam emitting from a raspy throat. Her voice rose into excited yells punctuated by tongue lashes. "THIS. IS. SPAARTAAA!"
One steel-toed boot came crashing against the armored zombie's ribcage. It stumbled backwards, teetering with arms flailing everywhere before finally keeling onto its back. Determination to finish the job kicked in. Scarlet approached with claws flexing, but caught the scent of smoke. Fire? With her back turned the V-ACT didn't see Jake light a match ...
"FI-YAAAH!" she hollered. No Olympic runner could outmatch her! Scar ran past the hordes past Minimod, past Windra, past everything ...
... and somehow found herself at the edge of Twilight City, having bypassed some unseen portal in her frantic rush. "Ooooooooh!"
Windra stared after with glowy weasel-eyes. Claws were coated with gored up goo from mangled zombies. She rubbed her forehead, inadvertently smearing red on tan fur. "Muh," Windra rumbled. She knocked aside a walking deadite a it got too close, following up with an uppercut to the next contender. "That was weird ... "
]color=orange]"Be careful not to get carried away by the mob, Zedzed!"[/color] Minimod called over the rising mass of starved moans. Windra blinked in her direction while disemboweling a Virus Carrier's skull. "You don't have a crossbow, this time!"
Shwin! "Crossbows are hotness," said the weasel Pieripper-Windra with a toothy grin. "But wait, no crossbow? Nooooooooooooo!" Two seconds later, a hand grabbed her furred ankle. Windra swiped it clean off at the wrist. But this distraction diverted her attention from more serious matters: like the group converging from behind. She turned with barely a second at hand, fighting tooth and nail to break free from the grasping hands that grabbed at every bit of tail, fuzz, ear, and whisker to be found. It was a futile effort. They dog piled. Lost underneath the heap of decaying bodies, Windra vanished from view.
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"Hojo-huntiiiin'," purred Ashowan.
Taloned feet clicked their ways up the bleached staircase of doom. She was heading onto the 67th floor of the ShinRa building. Behind her? A mess of torn-to-pieces ShinRa monsters. The MPs were actually unharmed. They were left to cower in the corners, the half-dragon not having the heart to kill such simpering little buggers. They didn't matter - collateral, was all. Her real toy, her real goal, was the coated man who was on the floor she was getting to right now. Story 67 housed a mad scientist's dream: a laboratory used to create all sorts of genetic experiments and terrible doodads that could end the universe if they were ever released. It was Hojo's playground.
"Oh Hoooooojo!" The catcall was taunting. A menacing grin encroached her face. There was no way the madman was gonna come out and play unless he sent a 'Sample' out to test the grounds first. Meaning ... Hojo was either hiding on this floor or another one, but either way Nex Ventus was sure there was going to be a mutated denizen of ShinRa Corp. leaping at her throat aaaany second now ...
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Scar emerged from the dense cluster of trees. She was holding a bone in her right hand - a souvenir from the dead, if you will. The V-ACT made a terrible habit out of collecting trophies from every little dead, undead, or dying thing she could find. Her collection was quite macabre, and hidden under the base of her decayed fern tree home in the swamps. Should somebody ever decide to go a-diggin' in that one exact locations, who knew what they would turn up? A skull? A lot of them? A Licker's tongue? Abraham Lincoln's hat? OJ's "If the glove does not fit, you must acquit!" glove? Glazed eyes bore witness to Jake's heat signature, scent, and sounds being haphazardly shoved into a crowd of rowdy zombies. The mutated Crimson Head was quick to follow.
"Don't worreh, Jake-eeeey, I'ma save youse!" FWUMP! She slapped one zed in the scalp, decapitated another. Gouts of blood flew from wherever she was. A zombie dressed in mythril armor appeared behind her. It tapped her on the shoulder. Scarlet spun, but was not attacked, nor did leap into a maiming frenzy. Instead, zed boi groaned something unintelligible. A frown crossed the V-ACT's face. Chin tilted downwards while musing over ... something. "Madness?" purred she, steam emitting from a raspy throat. Her voice rose into excited yells punctuated by tongue lashes. "THIS. IS. SPAARTAAA!"
One steel-toed boot came crashing against the armored zombie's ribcage. It stumbled backwards, teetering with arms flailing everywhere before finally keeling onto its back. Determination to finish the job kicked in. Scarlet approached with claws flexing, but caught the scent of smoke. Fire? With her back turned the V-ACT didn't see Jake light a match ...
"FI-YAAAH!" she hollered. No Olympic runner could outmatch her! Scar ran past the hordes past Minimod, past Windra, past everything ...
... and somehow found herself at the edge of Twilight City, having bypassed some unseen portal in her frantic rush. "Ooooooooh!"
Windra stared after with glowy weasel-eyes. Claws were coated with gored up goo from mangled zombies. She rubbed her forehead, inadvertently smearing red on tan fur. "Muh," Windra rumbled. She knocked aside a walking deadite a it got too close, following up with an uppercut to the next contender. "That was weird ... "
]color=orange]"Be careful not to get carried away by the mob, Zedzed!"[/color] Minimod called over the rising mass of starved moans. Windra blinked in her direction while disemboweling a Virus Carrier's skull. "You don't have a crossbow, this time!"
Shwin! "Crossbows are hotness," said the weasel Pieripper-Windra with a toothy grin. "But wait, no crossbow? Nooooooooooooo!" Two seconds later, a hand grabbed her furred ankle. Windra swiped it clean off at the wrist. But this distraction diverted her attention from more serious matters: like the group converging from behind. She turned with barely a second at hand, fighting tooth and nail to break free from the grasping hands that grabbed at every bit of tail, fuzz, ear, and whisker to be found. It was a futile effort. They dog piled. Lost underneath the heap of decaying bodies, Windra vanished from view.
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"Hojo-huntiiiin'," purred Ashowan.
Taloned feet clicked their ways up the bleached staircase of doom. She was heading onto the 67th floor of the ShinRa building. Behind her? A mess of torn-to-pieces ShinRa monsters. The MPs were actually unharmed. They were left to cower in the corners, the half-dragon not having the heart to kill such simpering little buggers. They didn't matter - collateral, was all. Her real toy, her real goal, was the coated man who was on the floor she was getting to right now. Story 67 housed a mad scientist's dream: a laboratory used to create all sorts of genetic experiments and terrible doodads that could end the universe if they were ever released. It was Hojo's playground.
"Oh Hoooooojo!" The catcall was taunting. A menacing grin encroached her face. There was no way the madman was gonna come out and play unless he sent a 'Sample' out to test the grounds first. Meaning ... Hojo was either hiding on this floor or another one, but either way Nex Ventus was sure there was going to be a mutated denizen of ShinRa Corp. leaping at her throat aaaany second now ...
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"Don't worreh, Jake-eeeey, I'ma save youse!"
Jake’s eyes widened as he heard the shout, and he opened his mouth to shout that he didn’t need help, when a great spray of blood gushed from the closest zombie and completely dranched him. For a moment, the Pyro merely stood there, eye twitching in anger, and then suddenly… fwoosh!
The red humanoid’s hair burst into flame, and lashes of fire flew everywhere, englufing several zombies around him. In seconds they were piles of ashes worthy enough to be associated with Jake’s surname. At that particular moment in time, however, the Pyro wasn’t thinking about clever word play; no, instead, Jake was laughing maniacally, weaving large streaks of fire around his body, sending them flying into random zombies.
The smell of dead flesh burning was stronger than ever, and the only thring that was possibly scarier than the zombies themselves was the hysterical laughter than was issuing from the Pyro’s mouth. Even Minimod paused to listen, grinning.
“Crossbows are hotness. But wait, no crossbow? Nooooooooooooo!"
A gasp escaped Minimod’s lips, and the vertically challenged mod shot towards the mob of zombies that had nega-glomped Windra. On her way, she bumped into Jake, who fell over into a random portal that had opened up on the ground. He cussed loudly as he fell, expressing both his hatred for the orange-clad girl and the random portal in one fell swoop.
And then he was falling, falling, falling…
FWUMP!
Jake landed face first on the floor, with a loud curse. As he flipped over to see where he was, he noticed that there was a familiar face standing nearby, one with a dragon tail and brown hair… A strong wave of Déjà vu washed over the red humanoid, and he groaned, mumbling profanities at his creator.
“Gawd, ya edjot girlie. Why ya use the same plotness over and over to get meh places?” He muttered, looking angry. With a sigh, he sat up, and waved at the Soul Reaver, and ruffled his hair, ‘fixing’ it.
“Aye-yo, girlie. Wat’s yer name, where we be? And couldja remind me ta smack that orange, brain-damaged kid whenever we get back to where they are?”
Meanwhile…
Minimod had abandoned her guns, and slowed in her race to rescue Windra. She closed her eyes, scrunched up her face in concentration, and then changed, with a poof of smoke. In her place was a Twilight-esque vampire, complete with purple shadows around her eyes, yet still clad in the same orange trenchcoat.
“I BE SAVING YOU, ZEDZED!”
And with that, she dove into the fray, ripping apart zombies in her attempt to save Windra from the horde.
"Don't worreh, Jake-eeeey, I'ma save youse!"
Jake’s eyes widened as he heard the shout, and he opened his mouth to shout that he didn’t need help, when a great spray of blood gushed from the closest zombie and completely dranched him. For a moment, the Pyro merely stood there, eye twitching in anger, and then suddenly… fwoosh!
The red humanoid’s hair burst into flame, and lashes of fire flew everywhere, englufing several zombies around him. In seconds they were piles of ashes worthy enough to be associated with Jake’s surname. At that particular moment in time, however, the Pyro wasn’t thinking about clever word play; no, instead, Jake was laughing maniacally, weaving large streaks of fire around his body, sending them flying into random zombies.
The smell of dead flesh burning was stronger than ever, and the only thring that was possibly scarier than the zombies themselves was the hysterical laughter than was issuing from the Pyro’s mouth. Even Minimod paused to listen, grinning.
“Crossbows are hotness. But wait, no crossbow? Nooooooooooooo!"
A gasp escaped Minimod’s lips, and the vertically challenged mod shot towards the mob of zombies that had nega-glomped Windra. On her way, she bumped into Jake, who fell over into a random portal that had opened up on the ground. He cussed loudly as he fell, expressing both his hatred for the orange-clad girl and the random portal in one fell swoop.
And then he was falling, falling, falling…
FWUMP!
Jake landed face first on the floor, with a loud curse. As he flipped over to see where he was, he noticed that there was a familiar face standing nearby, one with a dragon tail and brown hair… A strong wave of Déjà vu washed over the red humanoid, and he groaned, mumbling profanities at his creator.
“Gawd, ya edjot girlie. Why ya use the same plotness over and over to get meh places?” He muttered, looking angry. With a sigh, he sat up, and waved at the Soul Reaver, and ruffled his hair, ‘fixing’ it.
“Aye-yo, girlie. Wat’s yer name, where we be? And couldja remind me ta smack that orange, brain-damaged kid whenever we get back to where they are?”
Meanwhile…
Minimod had abandoned her guns, and slowed in her race to rescue Windra. She closed her eyes, scrunched up her face in concentration, and then changed, with a poof of smoke. In her place was a Twilight-esque vampire, complete with purple shadows around her eyes, yet still clad in the same orange trenchcoat.
“I BE SAVING YOU, ZEDZED!”
And with that, she dove into the fray, ripping apart zombies in her attempt to save Windra from the horde.
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And so the lion fell in love with the lamb...
What a stupid lamb.
What a sick, masochistic lion.
[Twilight]
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|~Anani Sunwalker~|~Rynn of the Silver Spirit~|~ Flycker Bannertail~|~ Jake Ashcroft~|
And so the lion fell in love with the lamb...
What a stupid lamb.
What a sick, masochistic lion.
[Twilight]
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|~Anani Sunwalker~|~Rynn of the Silver Spirit~|~ Flycker Bannertail~|~ Jake Ashcroft~|
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And so the lion fell in love with the lamb...
What a stupid lamb.
What a sick, masochistic lion.
[Twilight]
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|~Anani Sunwalker~|~Rynn of the Silver Spirit~|~ Flycker Bannertail~|~ Jake Ashcroft~|
And so the lion fell in love with the lamb...
What a stupid lamb.
What a sick, masochistic lion.
[Twilight]
---=====---
|~Anani Sunwalker~|~Rynn of the Silver Spirit~|~ Flycker Bannertail~|~ Jake Ashcroft~|
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BAM!
Ashowan jumped backwards, just missing a near-impact as Jake came hurtling in from absolutely nowhere. The reaper blinked a couple of times, fighting a laugh back into her throat.
"Gawd, ya edjot girlie. Why ya use the same plotness over and over to get meh places?" mumbled the roughed up man. He sat up, waving towards Ashowan while fixing his mangled hair. "Aye-yo, girlie. Wat's yer name, where we be? And couldja remind me ta smack that orange, brain-damaged kid whenever we get back to where they are?"
"Minimod?" Ashowan crooned, head tilting. She grinned. "Name's Sho. You're Jake, yeah? And we're in the middle of the ShinRa building: one of the top floor's, the laboratory area ... meaning there'll be some mutated genetic experiments running around." She glanced over her shoulder. "Annnnnny second now ... "
THWUMP.
Was that a ... footstep?
THWUMP!
Something big was approaching ... Ashowan drew her claws, ready. "Come out an play-ee-aay!"
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"I BE SAVING YOU, ZEDZED!"
Windra uttered a groan underneath the pile of living dead, though it mingled with their own festering, starving wails of endless hunger. The putrid scent of mildew, rot, and spoiled milk choked her. Fingers clawing and grabbing. Whether or not she was bitten was remained unseen. Al that Minimod would be able to note was that there was a sudden upsurgence in the horde that crashed onto Windra. A second later, they were flung off.
"SUCKAS!"
Windra rose her baseball bat in defiance, clambering to her feet without wasting a moment. She charged towards Minimod with the aim to lessen the distance between them in case they needed each other's help, knocking down opponents in the way.
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BAM!
Ashowan jumped backwards, just missing a near-impact as Jake came hurtling in from absolutely nowhere. The reaper blinked a couple of times, fighting a laugh back into her throat.
"Gawd, ya edjot girlie. Why ya use the same plotness over and over to get meh places?" mumbled the roughed up man. He sat up, waving towards Ashowan while fixing his mangled hair. "Aye-yo, girlie. Wat's yer name, where we be? And couldja remind me ta smack that orange, brain-damaged kid whenever we get back to where they are?"
"Minimod?" Ashowan crooned, head tilting. She grinned. "Name's Sho. You're Jake, yeah? And we're in the middle of the ShinRa building: one of the top floor's, the laboratory area ... meaning there'll be some mutated genetic experiments running around." She glanced over her shoulder. "Annnnnny second now ... "
THWUMP.
Was that a ... footstep?
THWUMP!
Something big was approaching ... Ashowan drew her claws, ready. "Come out an play-ee-aay!"
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"I BE SAVING YOU, ZEDZED!"
Windra uttered a groan underneath the pile of living dead, though it mingled with their own festering, starving wails of endless hunger. The putrid scent of mildew, rot, and spoiled milk choked her. Fingers clawing and grabbing. Whether or not she was bitten was remained unseen. Al that Minimod would be able to note was that there was a sudden upsurgence in the horde that crashed onto Windra. A second later, they were flung off.
"SUCKAS!"
Windra rose her baseball bat in defiance, clambering to her feet without wasting a moment. She charged towards Minimod with the aim to lessen the distance between them in case they needed each other's help, knocking down opponents in the way.
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"Minimod?"
“Yeah, that’s the one…” Jake mumbled, looking annoyed.
"Name's Sho. You're Jake, yeah? And we're in the middle of the ShinRa building: one of the top floor's, the laboratory area ... meaning there'll be some mutated genetic experiments running around."
Jake nodded, the name ShinRa sounding familiar. He’d heard Minimod ramble ceaselessly about it, with a huge grin on her face. What a fun place to be, no?
"Annnnnny second now ... "
The thumps of footsteps startled Jake, but he whirled around to face the direction they were coming from, a grin that matched that of a child with a bag full of candy spreading across his face. Finally, a good chance to use his power… and see what this girl could do. He nodded in admiration at the claws Ashowan produced, and shrugged off his jacket, tossing it to the side. It was fireproof, so this wasn’t necessary, but Jake enjoyed seeing the flames run along his skin…
The sound of fire starting, a nice fwoosh, was music to the Pyro’s ears. His grin turned to a cocky smirk, and he glanced over his shoulder at Ashowan, arms blazing.
“Let’s get this par-taaay started!” he called, watching for the mutant.
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Minimod watched as the horde flew in every direction, knocked away by Windra’s bat. The scream of “SUCKAS!” rang throughout the battlefield, and Minimod cheered, laughing, as her fellow mod made her way towards where Minimod stood. The orange-clad mod screeched her fury at the zombies, and pulled two long scimitars out of pockets that were definitely too small to hold them.
“MUAHAHAHAHAH! PREPARE TO MEET YOUR MAKER, BIOTCHES!”
And with that, Minimod cut her way through the crowd, making a pathway to Windra, who was similarily beating her way through with a baseball bat. When the two finally were close enough to be able to hear each other clearly, Minimod sent Zed a happy grin.
“This is so kickass!”
"Minimod?"
“Yeah, that’s the one…” Jake mumbled, looking annoyed.
"Name's Sho. You're Jake, yeah? And we're in the middle of the ShinRa building: one of the top floor's, the laboratory area ... meaning there'll be some mutated genetic experiments running around."
Jake nodded, the name ShinRa sounding familiar. He’d heard Minimod ramble ceaselessly about it, with a huge grin on her face. What a fun place to be, no?
"Annnnnny second now ... "
The thumps of footsteps startled Jake, but he whirled around to face the direction they were coming from, a grin that matched that of a child with a bag full of candy spreading across his face. Finally, a good chance to use his power… and see what this girl could do. He nodded in admiration at the claws Ashowan produced, and shrugged off his jacket, tossing it to the side. It was fireproof, so this wasn’t necessary, but Jake enjoyed seeing the flames run along his skin…
The sound of fire starting, a nice fwoosh, was music to the Pyro’s ears. His grin turned to a cocky smirk, and he glanced over his shoulder at Ashowan, arms blazing.
“Let’s get this par-taaay started!” he called, watching for the mutant.
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Minimod watched as the horde flew in every direction, knocked away by Windra’s bat. The scream of “SUCKAS!” rang throughout the battlefield, and Minimod cheered, laughing, as her fellow mod made her way towards where Minimod stood. The orange-clad mod screeched her fury at the zombies, and pulled two long scimitars out of pockets that were definitely too small to hold them.
“MUAHAHAHAHAH! PREPARE TO MEET YOUR MAKER, BIOTCHES!”
And with that, Minimod cut her way through the crowd, making a pathway to Windra, who was similarily beating her way through with a baseball bat. When the two finally were close enough to be able to hear each other clearly, Minimod sent Zed a happy grin.
“This is so kickass!”
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And so the lion fell in love with the lamb...
What a stupid lamb.
What a sick, masochistic lion.
[Twilight]
---=====---
|~Anani Sunwalker~|~Rynn of the Silver Spirit~|~ Flycker Bannertail~|~ Jake Ashcroft~|
And so the lion fell in love with the lamb...
What a stupid lamb.
What a sick, masochistic lion.
[Twilight]
---=====---
|~Anani Sunwalker~|~Rynn of the Silver Spirit~|~ Flycker Bannertail~|~ Jake Ashcroft~|
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”This is so kickass!”
”You bet yer ass it is!”
Standing back-to-back with Minimod, Windra was making quick work of the approaching horde of zombies with only a bat to wield her strength by. Silver’s scimitars were easily more effective, but nonetheless … the two were like berserkers with a cause. Undead beasties went flying everywhere. Windra swung low, knocked one zombie in the gut. She brought her bat back up, over and around her skull, and clipped it on the side of the neck hard enough to dislocate the spinal column. The zed crumbled with jaws still snapping, but paralyzed from the throat down. She then jammed the wooden stick backwards, butting a zombie in the face with a handle. The nose splintered upwards, back into its skull to impale the brain with shards of bone.
Spinning, Windra came face to face with a very tall undeadites with scraggly hair and a crooked grin. She blinked, not even bothering to strike the thing. The teenager stood, leaning on her weapon with bemusement spreading across her jaw. ”Heeey, you look like Rob Zombie … “
”Meeeeeeet daaaa creepeeeerrr … “
”But ya know what? I liked White Zombie better.”
CRACK! A distant screaming in one of Hollywood’s record studios was heard.
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With Jake’s proclamation of getting the party started emerged a tentacle beastie with squid-like tendrils for arms and legs. It stood an easy ten feet tall, with a mouth that was a beak and two beady black eyes where they should have been much larger. Slime oozed from little pores dotting its body. Quills jutted from its back, its arms, its legs, and its chest, and the tip of each tentacle was bristling with needles stained red with potential blood. A noxious gas emitted in plumes from two holes in its elbows. Hooked talons clanked against the floor. A thick tail dragged along the ground – slug-like and thicker than the entire thing’s body.
”Ugly … You look like Jake’s mom.“
She grinned at the dude. Ode to ‘yo momma’ jokes!
It screeched.
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”This is so kickass!”
”You bet yer ass it is!”
Standing back-to-back with Minimod, Windra was making quick work of the approaching horde of zombies with only a bat to wield her strength by. Silver’s scimitars were easily more effective, but nonetheless … the two were like berserkers with a cause. Undead beasties went flying everywhere. Windra swung low, knocked one zombie in the gut. She brought her bat back up, over and around her skull, and clipped it on the side of the neck hard enough to dislocate the spinal column. The zed crumbled with jaws still snapping, but paralyzed from the throat down. She then jammed the wooden stick backwards, butting a zombie in the face with a handle. The nose splintered upwards, back into its skull to impale the brain with shards of bone.
Spinning, Windra came face to face with a very tall undeadites with scraggly hair and a crooked grin. She blinked, not even bothering to strike the thing. The teenager stood, leaning on her weapon with bemusement spreading across her jaw. ”Heeey, you look like Rob Zombie … “
”Meeeeeeet daaaa creepeeeerrr … “
”But ya know what? I liked White Zombie better.”
CRACK! A distant screaming in one of Hollywood’s record studios was heard.
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With Jake’s proclamation of getting the party started emerged a tentacle beastie with squid-like tendrils for arms and legs. It stood an easy ten feet tall, with a mouth that was a beak and two beady black eyes where they should have been much larger. Slime oozed from little pores dotting its body. Quills jutted from its back, its arms, its legs, and its chest, and the tip of each tentacle was bristling with needles stained red with potential blood. A noxious gas emitted in plumes from two holes in its elbows. Hooked talons clanked against the floor. A thick tail dragged along the ground – slug-like and thicker than the entire thing’s body.
”Ugly … You look like Jake’s mom.“
She grinned at the dude. Ode to ‘yo momma’ jokes!
It screeched.
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Indeed, zombies were flying in every direction, random decaying body parts flipping into the air, the cracks of Windra’s bat and the noise of Minimod’s scimitars cutting through flesh. It was chaos; which was what Silver liked about it. Usually, the short mod was a wuss who couldn’t even play Silent Hill in a brightly lit room, but here, for some reason, she felt fine. Of course, it could’ve been because it was role-playing, and she wouldn’t be able to die, and she had an unlimited source of weapons and ideas at her disposal…
Naaaaah.
Windra’s comment about Rob Zombie made Minimod snort in laughter as she cleanly sliced an undead creature’s arm off. For a moment, Silver paused, and glanced back at her fellow mod, grinning, and then pocketed the scimitars, kicking at one of the zombies that got too close. Its head flew off in the opposite direction as Minimod looked through her pockets, searching for something more interesting to fight with.
“Wiiiiiiindraaaa! I don’t have a flamethrower.” Minimod complained. “Jake was supposed to be my flamethrower, but noooo, he has to go and trip through a portal…” she grumbled, ignoring the creatures that moaned loudly in her ears. One of them got really close, and just as it was about to lean in and bite her, Minimod glanced up, glaring daggers at the undead thing.
“Doooo ya mind? Yer breath stinks, and I’m trying to find something to kill you with. Jeez.” Silver said loudly, waving the creature away. It looked sort of confused, or as well as it could for something with a rotten brain, and then apparently decided to bite her anyway. It lurched for her, and at that very moment, Minimod found what she’d been looking for.
“Ah-HAH!” she exclaimed triumphantly, and with a grunt, she pulled the entire Cross Punisher out of her pocket of the orange trenchcoat, smacking the lurching zombie and sending it to the ground with a whump.
Silver waved the gun at Windra, grinning again. “Ya watch Trigun, right? …Dude, this thing is friggin’ heavy.” She added, frowning at it.
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“Oh, that’s gross.”
This simple statement from Jake summed up the monster accurately. It was a huge tentacle-y thing with slime, quills, and other assorted ugly things. Not something you’d ever wanna meet in a dark alleyway. Then again, who would you want to meet in a dark alleyway? It’s not like nice people hang out in dark alleyways. What a stupid phrase.
Oh yeah. Posting. Right.
”Ugly … You look like Jake’s mom.“
Jake’s eye twitched as he glanced over his shoulder at Ashowan, and then he grinned, managing to show all his teeth.
“Nah, can’t be true. I’m too damn smexy ta have a mum that looks anything like this fugly thing.” He said, smirking. And with this lovely statement, the creature screeched.
When it finished, Jake blinked, and rubbed at his ears, frowning. “Yeeeeah, I think I might’ve gone a little deaf.” He mumbled, and then doubled the flames on his arms. Another glance at Sho…
“Come on lady, lemme see whatcha got!”
And with that, the Pyro dove into battle, sending flames at the creature with much gusto.
Naaaaah.
Windra’s comment about Rob Zombie made Minimod snort in laughter as she cleanly sliced an undead creature’s arm off. For a moment, Silver paused, and glanced back at her fellow mod, grinning, and then pocketed the scimitars, kicking at one of the zombies that got too close. Its head flew off in the opposite direction as Minimod looked through her pockets, searching for something more interesting to fight with.
“Wiiiiiiindraaaa! I don’t have a flamethrower.” Minimod complained. “Jake was supposed to be my flamethrower, but noooo, he has to go and trip through a portal…” she grumbled, ignoring the creatures that moaned loudly in her ears. One of them got really close, and just as it was about to lean in and bite her, Minimod glanced up, glaring daggers at the undead thing.
“Doooo ya mind? Yer breath stinks, and I’m trying to find something to kill you with. Jeez.” Silver said loudly, waving the creature away. It looked sort of confused, or as well as it could for something with a rotten brain, and then apparently decided to bite her anyway. It lurched for her, and at that very moment, Minimod found what she’d been looking for.
“Ah-HAH!” she exclaimed triumphantly, and with a grunt, she pulled the entire Cross Punisher out of her pocket of the orange trenchcoat, smacking the lurching zombie and sending it to the ground with a whump.
Silver waved the gun at Windra, grinning again. “Ya watch Trigun, right? …Dude, this thing is friggin’ heavy.” She added, frowning at it.
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“Oh, that’s gross.”
This simple statement from Jake summed up the monster accurately. It was a huge tentacle-y thing with slime, quills, and other assorted ugly things. Not something you’d ever wanna meet in a dark alleyway. Then again, who would you want to meet in a dark alleyway? It’s not like nice people hang out in dark alleyways. What a stupid phrase.
Oh yeah. Posting. Right.
”Ugly … You look like Jake’s mom.“
Jake’s eye twitched as he glanced over his shoulder at Ashowan, and then he grinned, managing to show all his teeth.
“Nah, can’t be true. I’m too damn smexy ta have a mum that looks anything like this fugly thing.” He said, smirking. And with this lovely statement, the creature screeched.
When it finished, Jake blinked, and rubbed at his ears, frowning. “Yeeeeah, I think I might’ve gone a little deaf.” He mumbled, and then doubled the flames on his arms. Another glance at Sho…
“Come on lady, lemme see whatcha got!”
And with that, the Pyro dove into battle, sending flames at the creature with much gusto.
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And so the lion fell in love with the lamb...
What a stupid lamb.
What a sick, masochistic lion.
[Twilight]
---=====---
|~Anani Sunwalker~|~Rynn of the Silver Spirit~|~ Flycker Bannertail~|~ Jake Ashcroft~|
And so the lion fell in love with the lamb...
What a stupid lamb.
What a sick, masochistic lion.
[Twilight]
---=====---
|~Anani Sunwalker~|~Rynn of the Silver Spirit~|~ Flycker Bannertail~|~ Jake Ashcroft~|
Suddenly the office began to deteriorate very rapidly and the walls became decrepid... the lightning faded out... and the whole place seemed to become... necrotoic.
"Where..."
_______________________________Plane Shift!______________________________
"...am I?" Juno blinked... moving around and using his senses.
Damp... the place was very damp an musty, now completely devoid of life... it was dark... and...
he was underground? That didn't make a lick of sense. For a brief second he was in a fixed mail building, transmiting said stuff...
There was a tapping noise... and a low growl.
"Hawt Damn, about time I got some excitement."
Juno reached back for his metalic cross weapon of choice... only to find that it had gone missing and instead he got a sticky note.
Off with Flare.
Odd
No matter Juno was armed with the rest of his weapons... his trusty six shooter, large sword... and a whip.
Now he just had to deal with whatever sounded like a stampede that was running at him...
Rats...
Lots and lots of black sewer rats with beady little red eyes and sharp small white teeth, leeping from every crevice away from the entrance of the tunnel in fear. Heading towards Juno.
"Oh, nutbunnies"
"Where..."
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"...am I?" Juno blinked... moving around and using his senses.
Damp... the place was very damp an musty, now completely devoid of life... it was dark... and...
he was underground? That didn't make a lick of sense. For a brief second he was in a fixed mail building, transmiting said stuff...
There was a tapping noise... and a low growl.
"Hawt Damn, about time I got some excitement."
Juno reached back for his metalic cross weapon of choice... only to find that it had gone missing and instead he got a sticky note.
Off with Flare.
Odd
No matter Juno was armed with the rest of his weapons... his trusty six shooter, large sword... and a whip.
Now he just had to deal with whatever sounded like a stampede that was running at him...
Rats...
Lots and lots of black sewer rats with beady little red eyes and sharp small white teeth, leeping from every crevice away from the entrance of the tunnel in fear. Heading towards Juno.
"Oh, nutbunnies"
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Jake looked over at Ashowan’s crack on his mother. For a moment she feared having overstepped an unseen boundary. Anxiety broke when he grinned. ”Nah, can’t be true. I’m too damn smexy ta have a mum that looks anything like this fugly thing.” Ashowan laughed – it was muted by the beast’s horrible screech. Jake rubbed at his ears. A frown was on his face. ”Yeeeeah, I think I might’ve gone a little deaf.” Ashowan watched the flames on his arms enlarge. He glanced her way. ”Come on lady, lemme see whatcha got!”
And with that, Jake jumped into battle. Ashowan’s smirk was large and difficult to miss. ”Pistol-whipping … “ The monster was throwing itself into a tizzy of outlandish moves. Nemo held her arms tight to her chest, energy rippling from the heart, to the torso, to the limbs … Tendrils of wind started to form at her fingers: stretching; wavering. Meanwhile the monster was in a rampage. It aimed claws at Jake’s back, determined to off him by severing the spinal column – or mangling it to such an extent that the man would be incapable of motor functions. ”I’ll spin ya right ‘round!” called Ashowan. She thrust her arms outwards. A massive wave of wind lashed out, smacking the monster clear in the chest with enough force to send it relling backwards. It tripped over a wire and fell into a glass test-tube. Shards went flying everywhere. The wind attack dispersed before it could strike Jake.
Ashowan kicked a piece of glass that landed beside her foot. She cracked her knuckles and advanced.
And suddenly the ceiling came crumbling down.
”Shii - !”
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Minimod sliced off one of the zombie’s heads. It bounced off Windra’s skull (”Owww … “) and into her arms. Zed looked at the decapitated virus-carrier with a quirked brow as it gnashed its teeth at her. She smirked wickedly. ”Oh, how many entendres I could make right now … “ She glanced at Minimod and thought better of it. ”Then again, maybe not.” Wind tossed the cadaver head to the ground, whereupon it was smashed like a melon with a good bat mash.
A series of events occurred. Suddenly Silver plucked a giant cross weapon from her coat pocket. Minimod whammied a zombie and sent it flying. Windra was left watching with a gaping jaw, oblivious to the zombies approaching from all sides.
”Ya watch Trigun, right?”
”Once,” Windra admitted, bowing her head in shame. Meanwhile Orochimaru went running into the flames behind her. ”Fail.”
”Dude, this thing is friggin’ heavy.”
”It is a big cross with multiple guns hidden inside, yea?” noted the Dra. She waggled a finger, then ran towards Minimod. She pounced at the girl’s feet and ducked down low. Tapping the Earth, the bat ticked and fashioned itself into a Beretta. Windra started pot-shotting at all the zeds that got close.
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Jake looked over at Ashowan’s crack on his mother. For a moment she feared having overstepped an unseen boundary. Anxiety broke when he grinned. ”Nah, can’t be true. I’m too damn smexy ta have a mum that looks anything like this fugly thing.” Ashowan laughed – it was muted by the beast’s horrible screech. Jake rubbed at his ears. A frown was on his face. ”Yeeeeah, I think I might’ve gone a little deaf.” Ashowan watched the flames on his arms enlarge. He glanced her way. ”Come on lady, lemme see whatcha got!”
And with that, Jake jumped into battle. Ashowan’s smirk was large and difficult to miss. ”Pistol-whipping … “ The monster was throwing itself into a tizzy of outlandish moves. Nemo held her arms tight to her chest, energy rippling from the heart, to the torso, to the limbs … Tendrils of wind started to form at her fingers: stretching; wavering. Meanwhile the monster was in a rampage. It aimed claws at Jake’s back, determined to off him by severing the spinal column – or mangling it to such an extent that the man would be incapable of motor functions. ”I’ll spin ya right ‘round!” called Ashowan. She thrust her arms outwards. A massive wave of wind lashed out, smacking the monster clear in the chest with enough force to send it relling backwards. It tripped over a wire and fell into a glass test-tube. Shards went flying everywhere. The wind attack dispersed before it could strike Jake.
Ashowan kicked a piece of glass that landed beside her foot. She cracked her knuckles and advanced.
And suddenly the ceiling came crumbling down.
”Shii - !”
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Minimod sliced off one of the zombie’s heads. It bounced off Windra’s skull (”Owww … “) and into her arms. Zed looked at the decapitated virus-carrier with a quirked brow as it gnashed its teeth at her. She smirked wickedly. ”Oh, how many entendres I could make right now … “ She glanced at Minimod and thought better of it. ”Then again, maybe not.” Wind tossed the cadaver head to the ground, whereupon it was smashed like a melon with a good bat mash.
A series of events occurred. Suddenly Silver plucked a giant cross weapon from her coat pocket. Minimod whammied a zombie and sent it flying. Windra was left watching with a gaping jaw, oblivious to the zombies approaching from all sides.
”Ya watch Trigun, right?”
”Once,” Windra admitted, bowing her head in shame. Meanwhile Orochimaru went running into the flames behind her. ”Fail.”
”Dude, this thing is friggin’ heavy.”
”It is a big cross with multiple guns hidden inside, yea?” noted the Dra. She waggled a finger, then ran towards Minimod. She pounced at the girl’s feet and ducked down low. Tapping the Earth, the bat ticked and fashioned itself into a Beretta. Windra started pot-shotting at all the zeds that got close.
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Jake was no gymnast; the damn monster was a lot faster than he’d thought, and although the Pyro was a lot smaller and easier to miss, the monster made up for its misses with its massive amount of attacks stringed together. Several swipes at Jake’s spine and the effect the fireballs seemed to be having on the monster (or the lack thereof) had the Pyro slightly worried. It wasn’t much of a problem for long though, since Ashowan was on the ball. The huge wind that sent the thing flying was impressive, and Jake was about to turn to congratulate the girl when he noticed the ceiling.
”Shii - !”
Jake didn’t hesitate; he got a running start and dove, crashing headfirst into the reaper and managing to push the both of them out of the way before the huge part of ceiling dislodged itself. That was the least of their worries, though, because the ceiling was coming down everywhere. Jake knew Sho probably wouldn’t appreciate it, but he stood over her, protecting her as a very large piece of plaster disconnected and hit the Pyro on top of the head with a loud crack. For a moment, he swayed comically, like a cartoon, and then he fell backward onto his bum, looking dizzy as the monster screeched once more, getting ready for round two.
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Minimod was slightly distracted by Orochimaru running through the flames behind her, but she managed to focus on the situation at hand after a few seconds of mindless staring.
”It is a big cross with multiple guns hidden inside, yea?”
Minimod paused, looking thoughtful as Windra began the zombie-destroying rampage once again. “This is true. Very true.” The vertically challenged mod shrugged, and then turned back to her weapon, going straight for the compartment with the rocket launcher.
She glanced at Windra, grinning widely now, and adjusted the huge weapon on her shoulder. “Watch out, Zedzed, explosions are neigh.”
BOOM! Suddenly, there was a large hole in the horde of zombies, where the rocket had vaporized a few undeads on the spot. Minimod’s grin increased.
“Oooooohhh shiiiiii—This thing is AWESOME!”
Jake was no gymnast; the damn monster was a lot faster than he’d thought, and although the Pyro was a lot smaller and easier to miss, the monster made up for its misses with its massive amount of attacks stringed together. Several swipes at Jake’s spine and the effect the fireballs seemed to be having on the monster (or the lack thereof) had the Pyro slightly worried. It wasn’t much of a problem for long though, since Ashowan was on the ball. The huge wind that sent the thing flying was impressive, and Jake was about to turn to congratulate the girl when he noticed the ceiling.
”Shii - !”
Jake didn’t hesitate; he got a running start and dove, crashing headfirst into the reaper and managing to push the both of them out of the way before the huge part of ceiling dislodged itself. That was the least of their worries, though, because the ceiling was coming down everywhere. Jake knew Sho probably wouldn’t appreciate it, but he stood over her, protecting her as a very large piece of plaster disconnected and hit the Pyro on top of the head with a loud crack. For a moment, he swayed comically, like a cartoon, and then he fell backward onto his bum, looking dizzy as the monster screeched once more, getting ready for round two.
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Minimod was slightly distracted by Orochimaru running through the flames behind her, but she managed to focus on the situation at hand after a few seconds of mindless staring.
”It is a big cross with multiple guns hidden inside, yea?”
Minimod paused, looking thoughtful as Windra began the zombie-destroying rampage once again. “This is true. Very true.” The vertically challenged mod shrugged, and then turned back to her weapon, going straight for the compartment with the rocket launcher.
She glanced at Windra, grinning widely now, and adjusted the huge weapon on her shoulder. “Watch out, Zedzed, explosions are neigh.”
BOOM! Suddenly, there was a large hole in the horde of zombies, where the rocket had vaporized a few undeads on the spot. Minimod’s grin increased.
“Oooooohhh shiiiiii—This thing is AWESOME!”
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And so the lion fell in love with the lamb...
What a stupid lamb.
What a sick, masochistic lion.
[Twilight]
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|~Anani Sunwalker~|~Rynn of the Silver Spirit~|~ Flycker Bannertail~|~ Jake Ashcroft~|
And so the lion fell in love with the lamb...
What a stupid lamb.
What a sick, masochistic lion.
[Twilight]
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|~Anani Sunwalker~|~Rynn of the Silver Spirit~|~ Flycker Bannertail~|~ Jake Ashcroft~|