-: Twilight of the Dead :-

[Silvereyesish]

"Heh, it's a wig. For obvious purposes."

Jake watched Juno move his hair about, confirming that it was a wig. At Juno’s obvious look, Jake smirked. No kidding; cat ears must’ve been really difficult to explain. It wasn’t so odd to Jake now, but it had been, when they’d first met. To be honest, the nekomimi didn’t look any different than he had three years ago…maybe he didn’t age? Lucky, Jake thought grudgingly.

"Oh yeah, Jake was really shy a while ago. Never as outgoing as he is now. Nervous wreck. I used to be his baby-sitter. I remember the time he stuck his finger in a light socket, isn't the right, Sparky?"

Jake raised an eyebrow slightly, but went along with the story. It was true that Juno had been sort of like a mentor in the ways of getting over his shyness, but the light-socket was a different story. But Jake let it slide, not really minding. He knew the nekomimi was only trying to look out for him, just like he’d done before.

Anani giggled, putting a hand to her mouth to stifle it. “Hee, that explains the hair style, then, Jake? I didn’t know you were shy, totally unlike you now.”

Jake grinned, and ruffled her hair, taking the chance to send Juno a grateful look as the shorter girl was distracted. Ignoring her loud protests, Jake chuckled. “Oh yeah, I’m a regular ladies’ man now, ain’t I?” In reply, Ani stuck her tongue out, her bracelets clinking together as she fixed her hair.

Juno was speaking again…

"Anyway, you know me. Ever since I stopped hanging around LA, I've been going to conventions, selling and buying random and shiny things. Making a living offa working for the animation industry. You know, pushing and making speeches and overall advertising. I just happened to be in LA for the week because of the recent convention. In fact, I'm heading to Las Vegas tonight, another convention and whatnot. And you know I can't pass up a free ride, meal and room. “

Jake’s grin remained during Juno’s explanation. The life Juno had been living during their time apart sounded just like Jake’s, albeit a little more legal, considering the fact Jake's life had mostly comprised of stealing and selling cars since parting ways with his old friend. Conventions were likely the only place Juno could’ve gotten away with the cat ears without being questioned too heavily. And he was heading to Las Vegas? What a life; Jake wished he could’ve gone to Las Vegas, too. There were certainly enough places to make a few quick bucks in that city, but he knew he’d have a hell of a time trying to convince Ani to leave LA…

“But if you're wondering why I'm here specifically, it’s because I just wanted to say hi and catch up. It's been a while, man. Oh, and I wanted to give you this..."

Juno pulled a pair of gloves from the back of his car, and Jake snorted in amusement. A few cars to left and Ani would’ve been trying to steal Juno’s car. It was a good thing Ani hated that brand of car… Jake’s thoughts were interrupted by Juno speaking again, explaining the gloves and their purpose.

"Crazy new product I got from an anime convention. Ignition gloves, you just snap your fingers and BOOM! Fire. Nothing big, but enough to create a small light. Keep 'em. I’ve got 50 in a crate that I have to sell in Vegas."

The expression on Jake’s face lit up so much that it was nearly impossible for him to have shown more excitement. With a happy laugh, Jake accepted the gloves, pulled off the ones he had had on previously and shoved them in his back pocket, and tried the ignition gloves on. They fit nicely, and Jake laughed again as he snapped his fingers, producing a small flame. Anani rolled her eyes, pulling the goggles down over her eyes once more.

“Yeah, that’s real smart, giving a pyromaniac a new fire-starting toy.” She remarked sarcastically, grinning impishly.

Jake swatted at her with the hand that hadn’t been on fire, chuckling. “Oh shush, they ain’t hurtin’ nobody. Thanks, Juno, they’re awesome!”

For a moment, while Jake messed around with his new toy, it was silent. Then, Ani broke the silence, hands shoved in her pockets as she stared at Juno.

“So, you’re going to Los Vegas, huh? Sounds like fun. Never been there before. Could me and Jake come?”

Jake turned so sharply to look at Ani his neck popped. With a mumbled “Ow!” and a slight rub to the back of his neck (carefully, as to not set it on fire), he gave the shorter girl an incredulous look.

“Whaddya mean ‘can we come?’ I thought ya didn’t wanna leave LA!”

“I like a change in scenery. Besides, I like this dude. He’s cool. How’d you guys meet?”

Jake, however, didn’t answer. He was too busy face-palming, exasperated.

[OoC: Slick, Juno, giving him the gloves. ]

[JunoZXV]

(Might as well give the guy his flaming abilities back, I mean what's jake without his signature lighting ability.)

“Yeah, that’s real smart, giving a pyromaniac a new fire-starting toy.”

"Hey maybe he might set himself on fire, that's always good for a few laughs." Juno whispered to Ani, knowing full well that she might giggle or cackle at the though of Jake suddenly bursting into flames running around like a twat before stop, drop, and rolling.

“Oh shush, they ain’t hurtin’ nobody. Thanks, Juno, they’re awesome!”

"Just remember they won't work if they get covered in water, or anything that would start and fire, and don't try soaking em up if they get get covered in gasoline. They're just like lighers, no more no less. Once the butane stored in the pointer's gone they're out. Till you refill them of course."

“So, you’re going to Los Vegas, huh? Sounds like fun. Never been there before. Could me and Jake come?”

"It's LAS Vegas, and I don't know if you two can handle it with your current... job skils. Vegas is about a 4 hour journey from here by car and-"

“Whaddya mean ‘can we come?’ I thought ya didn’t wanna leave LA!”

“I like a change in scenery. Besides, I like this dude. He’s cool. How’d you guys meet?”

Juno gave a slight yet arrogant bow. "Why thank you, but before we get to that let me finish my explination of Vegas. You'll see" He gave a wink to Ani as he decided to change gears and convince Jake to go, granted if he was still the pervert he was. So he decided to make his conversation pointed at the lad.

"Plus Vegas is a place of danger, pleasure, and sin. I mean it makes LA look like a kiddie pool. There's no gangs, just mobsters and organized high class crime. Anyone with street cred there and making the way to the top could potentially be, rich, and have the whole city at his beck and call. Though I do notice the girl's, -Ani? Was it?- want for a change in scenery. I mean here in Los Angeles, you have gangs of several minorities, two caucasians such as yourselves would never get a job stealing cars. Cause you know how that ends. A lead shot to the head.

I mean in Vegas, there's gambeling, high rollers, attractions, good food, great hotels, showgirls and one hell of a night life. Which is great if you're a tourist. I mean think about it Jake,"
Juno proceeded to place his arm around the pyrotechnically challenged teen. "Here you could get shot by some smutz in a rival gang. But in Vegas the world could be your Oyster. Jake Ashcroft, the man who controls Vegas with just a word of his lips, able to get ANY girl he wants... Well any girl save Ani, She's too smart for that."
Juno then decided to wrap this up.

"So think about it Jake. Do you really wanna get killed in some backwater streets of LA, stealing cars to get your next meal? Or do you want step up to the big leagues and take what's yours? Think about it."

Juno knew at this point Jake probably wasn't listening to him, his mind wrapped up in probably some pusedo mobster fantasy involving one to many showgirls than he could count.

"As for Ani, Well lets just say, Vegas is known to be a place of suprises, and parties. Just keep your drink on you at all times. You know what happens if you put it down."

"Anyway Ani, the story of how we met is a long one, I'll tell you about it on the car trip. If you decide to go."

[Windra]

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[OoC: The character Zed (lol, me) is pending removal from the thread out of sudden discomfort.]

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[Ashowan]

Ashowan could not shake the sudden feeling that they were not alone. Well of course they weren't! Two other people - Grim Reapers - were occupying the Wrangler along with her. But still, why did it feel as though there was another? Or more than one stranger with them? Ashowan glanced behind and around, wondering if by chance one of the souls from their earlier Reaps had decided to trail along for the ride. A puzzled look crossed her face when she spotted nothing. With a sigh the Reaper shook her head, brushing a bang away from billowing in her eyes. She was probably just getting paranoid. The noise around them - cars honking, people screaming and cussing, sirens blaring - didn't help that fact. "I'm losing my miiiind," she sang under her breath, peering out at the street rushing away behind them. A vision caught her attention and she focused on it: Flashing blues and reds. "Shit!"

"We're hot!" exclaimed Cheryl suddenly. She was in a cursing rage, yanking out a cell phone. The Goth Grim began dialing the number for the N.Y.P.D. There were other Reapers on the force that could convince the one chasing them now to stand own ... But a frustrated look crossed her face and she started smashing the phone against the dash. "What the fucking fuck?"

"What's up?" Ashowan asked, suddenly a bit anxious.

"'We are sorry. Your call cannot be processed at this time. Please hang up and try again - '," droned the strange-haired woman in a lifeless, robotic voice. She smacked the thing another time, tried calling again, and bashed the phone a second time. "Piece of shit! You suck! You suck!"

Jack's knuckles were white on the wheel. He turned hard on West End Avenue. The right tires lifted off the ground for a brief second - during which time Ashowan feared they would flip - but came back down to Earth. Horns were screaming. Anxious, the Brunette Grim called to the driver: "We have to shake 'em off! Go into a parking garage or something!"

"I'm looking for one!" Jake called back. He began to weave in and out of traffic, eyes roving everywhere. A bead of sweat rolled own Ashowan's forehead. They couldn't afford to be captured. Imprisonment meant that Cheryl and Jake wouldn't be able to reach any future Reaps. She had no intention of watching them 'go away' because they failed their responsibilities as Escorts of Death.

A presence beside her warned Ashowan that something wasn't quite right. She looked over ... and jumped back, shocked and spooked at the same time by the random voice that lacked an image. A pile of post-its - the ones Cheryl dropped ... or some of them - had been collected and placed near Ashowan's legs. The voice leaned forward, whispering (originally aimed towards Ashowan's ear but missing since the Grim jumped out of surprise), "Your friend dropped these."

Her voice sounded so ... Ashowan couldn't quite put her finger on it. But a familiar aura wafted up to the Grim and she suddenly frowned, eyebrows quirking. The future half-dragon leaned in herself, answering whisper for whisper. "Why are you hear?' She seemed to debate whether or not to inform Jake and Cheryl of the stowaway, but decided against it. They were too busy trying to find a place to hide and let the heat roll off them. Introducing ... what was this thing ... ? Walker? Introducing a Walker would probably make things worse.

"Turn! Turn here!"

"I'm working on it!"

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[Scarlet]

Arriving at the main level of the building, Scarlet began to hunt around with her eyes. Her teeth were bared in a savage grin, gleaming with menace and danger and all things rampant and bad. Fists clenched and unclenched with growing anticipation. If there was a BOW here - oh please let there be a BOW! - it would be torn to shreds within not seconds, but milliseconds! The notion of crushing something's skull, ripping skin to shreds, rupturing intestines and major organs one by one while the blood and gore oozed everywhere ... it made her drool. Scarlet hadn't had a good fight in months, the last mission having ended in early January. With a chance to redeem her abilities rearing its ugly head, the V-ACT simply couldn't wait!

She rushed over the last step and blasted through the first door. It was a kitchen. Or it had been at one point. Dust collected in multiple layers on the counter. Tracks on the floor and cabinets indicated vermin, which should have been obvious because of the droppings littered here and there. They were nothing big - mice and rats, perhaps the stray possum. Scarlet bounced over a broken drawer that had been yanked from its holding a long time ago (there were utensils and knives everywhere) and grabbed for the handle to the next door. This one was a hallway: dimly lit and musky scented. Dirt particles drifted in the atmosphere. It made Rodriguez cough as he came up behind Juggernaut. The marksman was quick to cover his mouth, however. It wouldn't do to alert the potential BOW of their presence. A second later he chided himself because Scarlet was making a racket to get to where the monster was. Sighing and rolling his eyes, he gave chase, thankful that the plush rug was dimming the pounding of their feet.

The next room was the final one - storage. In the midst of stacked boxes emerged Scarlet and Rodriguez. The V-ACT immediately lunged towards the eat end of the room, navigating her way over packets and around boxes. Eventually she came to where the window was ... Glazed eyes fell on something resting on the sill of a boarded window. It was sprawled out, thrumming, content ... and smelled like a cat. But underneath the animalistic properties Scarlet could smell something else and feel something else that didn't match up to the beast in front of them. And the cat didn't look normal in any case. Right as Rodriguez burst out behind her with his 9mm drawn, Scarlet launched towards the feline with claws askew.

"BOW!"

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[OoC: Bad things to happen in the next post ... or second post ... Explosions soon.]

[The_Vizir]

Name: Radon Monarch III
Species: Human
Gender: Male
Age: 34
Class: Law Enforcement
Starting Location: Rural Washington State, near the Canadian border
Brief Description: 6'2”, Caucasian, well built but aging. Thick black hair and full black beard. Dressed in navy blue uniform of a United States Marshal, including the cap. Wears dark sunglasses when outdoors, carries a service pistol at all times. Constantly chewing on a toothpick, or when one isn't available, a pen. Speaks with a distictive Texan accent

“Dammit Rad...this bastard's good” Ezekiel Goldstein gasped as he leaned against a large stone “I could've sworn we'd got him this time...but...”

Radon Monarch III grunted and glared around the wooded Cascade glade... he wasn't willing to admit it, but it was likely Zeke was right...this guy wasn't here.... He was a wily one, this Doctor Paterson...he'd escaped the State Troopers so far, and the Marshal's weren't having any more luck. He shook his head, and clicked his radio “Dispatch?”

“Dispatch here”

“Marshal Monarch here. Lead looks to be a dead end. False trail. Any other teams reported any successes?”

“Nil...you're certain yours is a dead end?”

“My team's been over this God damned valley at least a dozen times, from one hill to another. No tunnels, no evidence of climbing, nothing. Unless he could grow wings and fly...”

“He was one of those mad scientist types...” The voice sounded somewhat unconvinced

“What? You think he actually can do that shit?” Radon snorted dismissively “No... you're talking fiction... Star Trek, not real life. What we have here is an expertly laid diversion. He took a team out for a day, which meant it was a success. We fell into his trap, got buggered, that shit. Listen, I'm calling this in, unless you've got any orders from my superiors...” The way Radon left that hagging was that there had better not be any of those orders, for the dispatcher's sake.

“Nope...don't think so, Marshal.”

“Good then. We're packing this in.” He then flicked off his radio and whistled to his team. “Alright folks. Time to pack this in... dispatch says we can go back.”

Sighs of relief came from the glade, as the sound of tired footsteps slowly approached the Marshal. He smirked and began loading up the jeep with their gear...yeah, long day with nothing accomplished. Again. Maybe one of the other teams would find something useful. Until then... they had no leads, though he was certain they'd find something... they had guys on both sides of the border, Troopers, Border Patrol, and Mounties. He couldn't run forever, no matter how big a place the Cascades were... nope, they'd find them.

But as for right now...well now was time for a nice warm burger, cold can of beer, and the game playing on a nice big screen T.V at the closest pub. “C'mon boys! Let's get a move on!”


Name: The Harbinger
Species: Unknown
Gender: Unknown
Age: Unknown
Class: Unknown
Starting Location: San Francisco, California
Brief Description: A mental avatar, appears in host's mind only, and changes it's appearance based on it's current host's desires and mood. Appears to wear a purple pimp's outfit complete with hat and cane.

The elf scurried down the streets of the alien world... so unlike it's own dark, quiet homeworld... so bright, so busy here! But his master had commanded he come... and bring a shard of it with him. His master now spoke to him, whispered to him in his head, all it's dark revelations. Soon, this world would die, soon the dead shall walk... soon, this world will belong to his master. Yes... soon, glorious darkness would embrace this world, like it had his so long ago. His master had come to see the demise of this world fist hand, and had chosen this lowly elf to be his eyes and ears... yes, glorious, glorious... oh, he would die here, but it was worth it. For he would die serving the Harbinger...

[ddpej]

<center>[Corey]

As the mystery girl jumped and frowned, Corey realized she was holding her breath a bit -- nervous, despite her years of experience in the job. It couldn't be helped; whatever the likelihood of safety in revealing herself, she was still willfully, purposefully, giving herself away. It went against every Walker grain in her. No matter how good her chances might be, to reveal herself so was to invite the other, slimmer chance -- failure -- to come about. If that wasn't bad enough...her chances, really, weren't all that great.

Nevertheless, her luck held. The other girl, though obviously startled, quickly collected herself. Corey couldn't be sure, but she thought the girl realized what she was. Certainly once her presence was known, the other understood a need for caution, returning words in a similarly secretive whisper. She also seemed to understand that interrupting the frantic Reapers up front would be inadvisable at the moment. This eased Corey's mind in a number of ways. First, it meant that her presence was known to fewer individuals. As a Walker, and one who had survived to become adept at the job, the desire for secrecy was rampant. Reapers or not, she still would prefer to remain under as many radars as possible. The girl's decision to help her also implied that she was their equal, rather than a subordinate along for the ride. Those who were below others had an annoying tendency to turn to their superiors for any important decisions. Helping an invisible stranger to hide, particularly in the presence of a (or possibly as a) Reaper, spoke of confidence in one's authority to make such a potentially dangerous decision.

The question posed, though simple, required a bit of thought. After all, Corey herself did not entirely know why she was still in the car -- or rather, she did know, but it wasn't strictly a logical reason. What was she to say -- Well, I think something weird is in the air, so I'm stalking you? Not quite the impression she wanted to give. Letting her breath out slowly, the tiny sound imperceptible, the Walker whispered a short explanation back.
One Reaper is none of my business. Multiple Reapers become my business.

It was, perhaps, not the clearest of explanations. Walkers were known, however, for their succinct use of words. In many ways, their job demanded it. For all its short length and questionable clarity, however, those two sentences held an unmistakable, unvoiced query of their own: the girl's question bounced back at her -- Why are you here? It was unclear whether the as-yet unseen Walker thought Ashowan a Reaper or not, from her words, but it seemed a safe assumption that either way, she was involved as well.
I need to know what's going on.

It was, though perhaps a touch presumptuous, a viable statement. If the other girl did know what Corey was, she would know as well Corey's duties, and why as a Walker, she could not afford to be unaware of possible crises. The girl had to be, if not a Reaper, some other type of Judged soul. Otherwise, Corey would have been at the Gates as soon as she spoke. As a Judged soul, then, the girl would hopefully share whatever she might know. She would know the rarity of Corey's kind, and the purpose they served, and the need to protect those like her -- Walkers (and Stalkers) who could do their job, and do it well -- for they were few and far between; a highly endangered species among the Judged. It was this that Corey was betting on. She had no other way to find out what was to come, for the mortals she Walked with could not know, and she did not cross paths with the Judged often. If this Reaper/friend of Reapers knew anything at all, she was Corey's best -- perhaps only -- chance to find out.</center>

[VPhoenix]

[Ace]

Ace who had been asleep for a several hours now was rudely awakened by that very annoying beeping sound his alarm clock made when the time he had set to wake up at last had arrived. Ace still in his demon form starred at the time of the electronic clock with its bright red digital numbers to confirm it was indeed the time he need to wake up by. Indeed it was so as he noticed the time now read four o' clock in the morning. "Damn it he muttered as he rolled out of bed, and shifting back to his human form. He know stood naked looking at the shut closet door in front of him. Ace slid the door open and the ritual or as others would call it their routine began. Inside this closet was not only his normal attire but all the weapons he would bring with him on this mission as he did on every other single mission. After putting on his clothing, Ace grabbed the belt that held his daggers and lopped them around his pants, and after making sure the belt was secure he grabbed a dagger on either side of his hips with both his hands, swirled them in a single revolution to test to make sure they felt right in his hands and then slid them back in their holders on his belt. For the final step left Ace lit three candles on either side of the resting place of his sword. Once the candles were lit, he bowed down on his knees in front of the sword. "Though I walk through valley of the shadow of death I shall stand strong and fear no evil" Ace then rose and grabbed the sword by the handle and starred in the mirror that was behind the sword. "For I fear not fear for I am it..." Ace then slides his sword into the sheath on his back, which because of the swords handle looked nothing more but a golden cross. "I fear not death for I serve it." With that Ace blew out the candles and closed the door to his closet. Ace then walked into his garage and flicked on the lights to reveal his black 1969, Boss Ford Mustang. Taking the keys out of his pocket, ace unlocked the door and hoped into his car. Ace revved the engine for a moment loving the sound of how it roared, then pressed the button to the garage door to open, and once it did he pealed out of his garage and raced over to the Section XIII helicopter pad. Ace drove through the fairly empty streets of Rome. Once Ace arrived at the helicopter pad, the black helicopter was already loaded, fueled, and ready to take of, and near it stood an agent to tell Ace his mission.
Going off our last intelligence report your mission is this Ace, You will land at New York city in about two hors, once there you work with officials at the UN, to discuss possible sources of who might be making this new bioweapon. May god be with you"
"As with you" Ace replied as the agent then turned and left. Ace hopped into the passenger seat of the helicopter, and it flew off heading to New York City.
((Post edited. forgive me for I did not realize that would have been classified as god-modding since the group Ace works for, Section XIII is almost equivalent to agencies like the CIA or FBI, where sources of intelligence are rather high. Note also Section XIII does not know what kind of bioweapon or who is making it, only the fact that there is some sort of bioweapon being developed))

[Barbannis]

((OoC: You will not use player knowledge in this thread, VP. Remove everything in that post about knowing anything about the coming attacks, or remove yourself from this thread. It is god moding and it will not be tolerated. This is not your thread to run.)) ((Side-Note- This OoC will be deleted by Gaeva, once the post is fixed.))

((OoC.2: Please be sure to ask Windra's permission on any player information. This thread is her's and thus she is the only one who may say the information of the bio-weapon is a free-for-all. This thread may have 'no rules' but the Rules of UV come first Thankyou.))

[Windra]

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[OoC: I would also like to point out that all UV rules are to be followed here as though it were part of Deep Forest. Pay heed.]

[Barbannis]

<center>[Jack Panzer]
[New York]</center>

Being as late it was, it still didn't help that there was plenty enough traffic as it was. The sound of their engine churning, picking up the pace was clear enough intention that they were going to keep on going. His sirens made no difference to them, and like many others they simple meant two things, either you run, or you give up... They were going to run. Jack nodded his head, pulling his hand across slightly ready to grab the receiver... but a thought crossed his mind. Why should he call for back-up? The other two units were far back, and from what he could see, the drivers were most likely some punk kids who thought it would be funny to mess around in the museum.

They were speeding up however, which gave him the notion that they had something to hide... he wasn't about to let it go to waste. His sirens blazed down the street, lighting up every window and every reflective surface. The churn of his engine following through with the ache of his tires and theirs.

They made a quick turn down West End Avenue, Jack followed them, dodging passed a car that was making the same turn, his tires burned across the road, skidding slightly, a little too dangerously to the side-walk. But he managed to hold on, his hands turning the wheel violently as he sped up once more, looking forward, seeing the car moving at a good pace down the street, dodging in and out of every car that managed to get in their way... Either their driver was one hell of a driver, or dead crazy. He'd dealt with both.

Jack held his wheel tight, turning to follow once more, his sirens getting all the more closer to the escaping vehicle,

"Come on guys" he mumbled, "You're making this too easy" There wasn't much to it, car chase, catch up to them, cut them off and that would be a days work well done... but he had no idea exactly on who or what they were.

[Luxon Cobrat]

(OOC: Oh, right. I'm up again, aren't I?

Actually, go ahead and skip my turn this time. I can't really think of anything to add right now.)

[Windra]

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[OoC: Waiting for Blue.]

[Blue]

There was a deep thrumming that came from the strange feline creature as she lay there napping in the sun. There was no real other care in the world for a feline after all, and, well, she was a feline wasn't she?

Her head ached from the thought and such an abnormal question, what was the point to questions really? No, there really was no questions that needed to be asked, not when the sun was so warm and there was serious napping to do. Laziness, maybe that's all that mattered, doing as little as possible and only doing what was needed when it was needed. Those were her thoughts as she lay there in the sun, taking a cat-nap.

Duma was completely at un-awares that there was really anyone here and the noises she heard she dismissed, if it caused her trouble she would deal with it, if it was worth her time. Her thrumming purr didn't even stop as she heard the door open up behind her. An ear twitched, but the moment a creature shouted out she yowled and leapt up as the red female came racing towards her. Was she insane or something?! Duma growled and yowled again as she leapt away and ran towards the back of the room only to turn around and start running towards the door the woman had come through, she came to a skidding halt however as she looked up at a man that was holding something she recognized as a gun!

Where they going to kill her?

It was such an un-animalistic thought that it shocked her out of her reprieve and Duma seemed to fall to the floor, paws over her face as she started to 'sob'. She was terrified, what had happened to her? Who was she? There were no answers to be found in her memories, no answers that she could use. Her little body was shaking hard.

"P-p-ple-aows, I d-didn't meon too!" She didn't even know what she had done wrong, just that she must have done it. It had to have been her, hadn't it? She had done something wrong, didn't she? "D-don't k-k-kill me-ow!"


((Sorry for the slowness, but I think from here on out I'll just practice smaller posts maybe XD so they're not massive and quicker to write))

[Windra]

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[OoC: Shoddy ... but it's something! ]

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[ Ashowan ]

She couldn't tell if the being was tensing up or frowning, or relaxing and grinning. For all she knew ... whatever it was ... was grabbing a knife and getting ready to stab the unliving shit out of her. Whatever was in the car with them was invisible. But Nemo knew she ... or he? No ... she. It had the voice of a female ... Ashowan knew she was there, part of the reality fixed about them. Unless the soon-to-be-half-dragon was hallucinating which, considering she had only gotten an hour of sleep and was solely relying on coffee to sustain her alertness and tired limbs, didn't seem so out of this world. It was a possibility. Maybe Ashowan was just going crazy. Maybe this horrid New York City air was getting to her.

Or maybe she wasn't having a bizarre acid trip.

One Reaper is none of my business, said the voice from nowhere. It didn't sound too at ease. Tense. Multiple Reapers become my business. Green eyes narrowed and their respective brows furrowed. Ahh ... this thing ... was following them out of suspicion. The Reaper did not know what was more anxiety-filling at this point - that the voice knew they were Reapers, or that she was taling to empty air. I need to know what's going on.

The blaring sirens that approached from beyond caused a knot of frustration to well up in her gut. Damned NYPD ... always jumping to their conclusions. If the cop had been at the scene of the crime, he would have seen that they had practically nothing to do with the break-in. Then again ... they were fleeing. For no reason other then paranoia. That was suspicious enough ...

Shrugging her shoulders and clinging to the Jeep's rails as Jake took a sharp turn (cursing under his breath the entire time), Ashowan's green eyes reflected the flashing reds and blues. "Stick around," she said ina nonchalant manner, voice hardly above a whisper and loud enough to be heard, "and find out." She didn't mind the extra cargo on board, though she was, for the moment, glad that Jake and Cheryl hadn't noticed anything yet. They were highly conscious of their Reaperdom and were petrified of anybody finding out about it. Not to mention they absolutely detested the fuzz: The Pigs. They snapped across a pothole and skidded somewhat, fishtailing on an angle that forced the blond-haired driver into a narrow alley.

The brunette Reaper groaned, rubbing her behind after being slammed on the Jeep's floor from the sudden jump. It'll be a miracle if I have an ass after this ...

Distilled by the commotion, a rumble underfoot ...

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[ Scarlet ]

Hearing the creature speak triggered some sort of lightning-fast reaction, but it didn't come from Scarlet. Rodriguez leapt forward, hands boldly grabbing onto the V-ACT 32's forelimbs and pulling them painfully backwards until they were wrapped behind her back. Juggernaut struggled for a long while. She spat and snarled and growled and groveled until eventually she was all-out thrashing. It was one amazing feet for the S.T.A.R.S. marksman to keep her pinned. One wrong move ... or if he lost his grip by accident ... and Scarlet's claws could do considerable damage. Not that she wanted to hurt him, but he was likely to get in the line of fire without knowing it ... and Scarlet didn't like people stepping in the middle of her games of cat-and-mouse.

"Jughead!" yelled Rod in the red-skinned woman's ear, fervently hoping to penetrate the thick cloud of killing desire to awaken the small bit of sanity inside. "Relax!"

But Scarlet continued to flail and hiss, eyes narrowed into slits as she eyed the sobbing creature. Sobbing? Crying? A humanoid trait ... She made no sense of crying but easily attributed to those who were not made from viruses. Bull! It was a trick ... a trick against her mind ... !

The flash came before the explosion. A blinding light emanated from beyond the window which the feline creature had been roosting by. Sparks of fire and hell flew into the sky miles away, screaming vengeance. And then an intense rocking of the Earth beneath their feet. Boxes and heavy objects fell from their shelves or piles - dust was stirred to choke the air ... Scarlet fell off balance and struck the linoleum hard, bringing Rod down with her. A heavy wooden crate struck the V-ACT 32's shoulder and she reflexively smacked it away with a flick of her wrist, calling out, "What the hell be's goin' on?!"

"Earthquake?!" Rod's harsh yell was nearly lost in the tumult.

"In Oklahoma?!"

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[ Ashowan ]

A similar scenario played out here, but in this case it wasn't light that arrived first. It was fire. Flames spewed from either side of the alleyway, stretching across the entrance and blocking off any escape as a loud, crackling noise erupted from nowhere and everywhere. Ashowan's hands flew to her ears and she was wincing. Jake's vision doubled from the agony ringing in his own and he veered to the left, clipping the cement wall, which caught the hood of the Jeep and held fast. The rest of the vehicle was going top speed and as a result the entire thing flipped over, bounced off the wall, and crashed onto its roof. Any damage that was done was lost, unnoticed ... There were bigger fish to fry.

Ashowan fell to the hard cement floor and immediately crawled out from under the Cherokee. She regretted it. Amazing heat poured from every crevice of the place -s o hot. Flaming. Boiling ... She retracted to under the Jeep, where Jake and Cheryl were struggling with their seat belts so that they wouldn't have to hang, sweating, upside down any longer. The duo crashed down in a heap of groans. Everything was shaking. Dirt clodded the atmosphere, causing them to choke ... An explosion ... ? What happened?

Buildings around them were crumbling from the shock wave. Chunks of stone ... breaking loose ... falling ...

Directly for the Jeep.

--

They went off like ticking time bombs. And they probably, literally, were. All across the globe were simultaneous explosions, all originating underneath large structures that were famous and known to be cluttered from nape to neck with citizens or workers of worshipers. The Empire State crumbled in on itself, killing hundreds within itself and crushing dozens more that were scrambling in the streets. Down went the Eiffel Tower, the Golden Gate Bridge ... and so many more. A bomb in Mount Rushmore caused a massive landslide. The Lincoln Tunnel was blown apart, drowning those who survived the Hudson's crushing waves.

Debris filled the air.
Smoke.
Dust ...

The initial explosion claimed many lives - hundreds ... thousands.
Smoke inhalation, asphyxiation, death by crushing, burning to death ... those causes picked off the rest.

[ddpej]

[OOC: Didn't want to hold you folks back another week until I got internet access again, so my apologies for the somewhat rushed post.]
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<center>[Corey]

Corey swore silently and distantly to herself, the words in her mind harsh in nature but without force or direction. If the girl next to her knew anything, she wasn't telling. Furthermore, with all the bells going off in her head, Corey's usual knack for reading people was nowhere to be found, which meant she had no clue whether the girl was as clueless as she herself, or just being tight-lipped. Without knowing even that much, the Walker hadn't even the faintest idea what to do next.

She could sidle again, vanishing from notice until she was able to get off the vehicle and away. It wouldn't get her any information unless one of the three other passengers let a few words drop, but it was as close as she could come to getting out of the situation at the moment, which was her instinctive desire.

She could try to press the issue, on the chance that the girl knew something and was simply keeping quiet about it. Though she had no set, official authority among Reapers and their like, as an adept Walker she held no small measure of respect for her work. Should the girl refuse again to talk, Corey would be out of options. Should the girl truly not know any more than the Walker, Corey would likely draw hostility without gaining anything of value.

She could make herself known to the two known Reapers in front, on the hopes that they would be able to give her more information. If they weren't happy about her having hidden from them, of course, then she might not get anything regardless. Furthermore, if they knew nothing as well, then she would have caused a disruption for no reason. In either case, she would be interrupting their frantic flight. Things like that tended not to go over well no matter what, in her experience.

The options were many, and none of them particularly appealing, but the decision was not hers to make. Before Corey had even finished considering her possible Plan Bs, the Jeep jerked into an alleyway. Just seconds later, in a most uncharacteristic fashion, the alleyway burst into flames.

Not surprisingly, the fleeing Jeep soon collided with a wall, flipped, and ceased its forward motion. With the flash of foresight that comes from years spent in successful Walking, Corey yanked herself into a sidle just before the vehicle rolled, allowing metal and shrapnel alike to fly through her. The usual mild discomfort, easy enough to push aside, didn't even register -- she was far too busy focusing on slowing her own momentum before she either lost her focus and the sidle, or went through a wall.

An unplanned benefit to the sidle revealed itself as Corey stumbled down to a reasonable pace and noticed her mysterious, yet-unnamed companion crawl out from under the Jeep and almost immediately retreat back again, sweat forming on her skin. Of course -- with so much fire around them, the ground was bound to be painfully hot. Shaking her head in distant disbelief, the Walker carefully held her sidle and made her way toward the girl. Until they figured out what was going on, and how to deal with it, all four of them were better off sticking together -- even if two of them didn't even know she was there yet.

She was only about fifteen feet away when the rumbles echoing in her ears from above -- and their meaning -- registered. A quick glance upward confirmed the dread that had shot through her body. The three under the Jeep, Reapers or no Reapers, were about to get smashed flat. The word "bad" didn't even begin to cover the ramifications of that idea, and -- had she been visible -- Corey's face would have paled a shade or two. With the lightning-quick reflexes of her kind, the sidling Walker launched herself into flight.

'Flight', to Walkers, was not a form of travel that required wings -- or even air. Any Walker, when not physically present, was not bound by gravity or obstacles, and could therefore go nearly wherever he or she wished to go, via whichever motion he or she preferred to use, at whatever speed their motion, body, and mind approximated. In this case, Corey launched herself forward -- and down --in what would have been a very passable competitive swimming start. With no body present to hit the ground, she passed through it instead, dipping down briefly to gain momentum before flashing back up and out with powerful butterfly strokes in a beeline for the crouching trio beneath the vehicle.

Timing was, as always for a Walker, crucial. She could not fly while physically present, but if she didn't jump out of her sidle at the right time, she would pass straight through the three and leave them behind to be crushed. If she jumped out of her sidle too soon, her momentum would not be enough to carry the four of them out from under the Jeep and the rocks to (relative) safety.

Corey was, though not an elite, very good at her job all the same. Gathering momentum in the last few fractions of a second that she could spare, the muscled teenager slammed out of her sidle without a moment to spare, purposefully curling herself as she jumped in order to hit all three of the others with as much power as possible and bracing for impact. It was going to hurt -- all of them, and unfortunately, Corey was dense but bony. She couldn't help that, however, and all things considered, she rather hoped they would prefer the collision and skid out from under the Jeep to the bone-crushing smash that was just seconds above them and coming fast.

In her haste to make a move, Corey hadn't taken the time to swap audible presence for visible presence, focusing instead on the much more important sidling in and out of physical presence. The trio directly in front of her, then, had no way to see her coming beforehand, no preparation, no clue what hit them -- unless by chance the mystery girl would put two and two together as they all went sliding out from underneath the vehicle. The Walker knew, in the back of her mind, that she would have some explaining to do shortly...but first things first.

If all went as she was hoping, Corey would hit all three of the others will enough force and momentum to carry them all out into open air and immediate safety. She was also hoping to work herself underneath at least one of the three, if now all, in an effort to take upon herself what she could of the heat and friction of sliding across simmering cement. This was not entirely a character flaw -- very little of one, in fact, unless risky gambling was to be counted. The second shirt Corey wore, an emerald green sleeveless piece of curious, almost chainlink appearance, was by weave thicker and sturdier than many a garment -- able to withstand slicing from the average streetknife, as time had proven. With luck, it would withstand the heat and gravel long enough to allow them all to A) stop sliding, B) get their bearings, and C) scramble on top of the rocks that would flatten the car and therefore away from the heat of the street, all before any of them managed to acquire any worse damage.

It was, of course, a plan chock-full of holes. All variety of things could go wrong, and, unless the lady of luck herself was smiling on them, most likely some or many of those things would indeed go wrong. The mere fact that she was currently and inconveniently invisible, for instance, was not a fact pointing in their favor. Nevertheless, despite all the potentials for additional chaos, the Walker's improvised rescue plan seemed the best chance the lot of them had to avoid immediate disaster...</center>

[VPhoenix]

[Ace]
The propellers of the black helicopter began to spin around loudly as it prepared for take off. Ace took a long deep breath of the air that is Rome, knowing full well he might be in the grungy and filthy United States for quite some time in order to solve this case of the new bioweapon development. Personally he was rather irritated by the whole ordeal, having a demon slayer like himself having to deal with such a trivial matter, but like he was informed all the other agents that are capable of dealing with situation already had their hands tie, leaving Ace to be the only one classified for the job. Though at least he would not be stuck down in the basement of the Section XIII headquarters, but seeing as he was going to the United States, a part of him would have just rather stayed. Finally Ace got into the helicopter, and once he was fastened in, and gave the pilot the good to go. The helicopter then cleared the landing pad and took off heading to New York City. Ace sate by the window and watched the lights of Rome begin to fade away into the distant night sky. Ace then let out a long sigh "I don't why, but I have a bad feeling about all of this" Ace's feelings though would soon come to a horrific realization. For he had dozed off for a long time now, and just entered the skies of New York City, nearing the Statue of Liberty when suddenly the helicopter began to jerk rapidly, from the explosion from the monument. "What the bloody hell is going on?!" Ace roared and then looked outside the window to see massive pieces of debris came raining down on to the helicopter. "Aw shi...!" then with a blink of an eye the torch of the once great statue came smashing down on the back end of helicopter, tearing it completely off, causing the helicopter to nose dive. Ace was going grab the pilot, but realized he was too late as an iron beam had smashed his skull. Ace knew if he wanted to make this out of here alive he had to act quickly, so with great haste he strapped on a parachute, and jumped out out of the helicopter which exploded in flames only a moment later. Ace then pulled on the string to release the chute, but nothing happened. "Ah come on!" Ace continued to fall rapidly to the cold waters below him now, as he came to being only 20 feet away the parachute finally released. Just when Ace thought he was in the clear, his chute got snagged on one of the large pieces of debris that emerged out from the water, and to make matters worse a different piece of debris was falling straight at him! Quickly taking out one of his daggers Ace cut himself free from the chute, just in time as the two pieces of debris collided together, as Ace splashed into the icy water. His emerged up out from the water, gasping for air he then swam to one of the floating pieces of debris, holding tightly to it as he caught his breath. Ace had survived, but it was too much of a close call, and he knew countless others had not been so lucky as he.
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[Windra]

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[OoC]

Phoenix, the bombs have gone off. They're striking on a global scale. I'm sure your character can see them, know about them, or is affected by them

If you don't know what bombs I'm referring to, check the first post for TotD: it describes everything that is happening, and what is going to follow.

[Barbannis]

(OoC: Sorry for the wait)

Ic:

There was not much to explain the happenings that came next, the least he believed would be a good ending, he'd have the troublesome punks in the back of his car, perhaps one of them telling him off while he smiled, one hand over the steeling wheel, a smug look in his eyes. He'd return to the station, write up the paperwork, take prints, do some minor interrogation, leave it up to the boys in blue for the night. He'd head on out for home in his civilian clothes, maybe have a drink or two before curling up in his fold out lounge and sleeping the night away, only the sound of sirens in the street below and his cat Socks scratching at his door...

However...

Instead of his most fortunate reality going on within his mind, he found himself with his hand pressed hard against his steering wheel, the sound of a siren going off in the distance, horns beeping over and over as if a car alarm had been set. The crackling of flames woke him from his position, his head swinging back against his bent head rest, a trickle of blood seeping down his forehead. Jack swiped his hand across his head, turning and blinking his eyes as dust fell from the cracked windscreen of his car. The glass chattered as stones bent in, weighing heavily against it, flames licking the edges of his hood. A sharp stone from the building he had been passing was now deeply embedded in the front of his car.

Jack pulled across, coughing on the smoke and dust that formed around him, his boot met the door, kicking it open with the scrape of tar and stone. His body flailed out the side of the car with no help, his hand slipping back against the holster on his side. He turned back, the cop radio flickering and sparking across the seat, plain A had failed, calling back to the station for a 'What the hell just happened' note was not happening today. He wiped across his head once more, smearing blood, sweat and dust across his forehead.

He moved forward through the thickened smoke, meeting up with another car, he slipped his hand across, wiping at the screen door, knocking on it as he noticed a figure sitting in the passenger seat. But within moments he noticed that the ones in there were long gone... The street was filled with broken buildings, cars stopped in mid track, many of them had been crushed and snapped by falling debris, others had crashed amongst themselves. Bodies littered the sidewalks, the streets... The sky was missing, the distance was missing... It was only then that he began to realize what had happened... but the sounds continued, as if whatever had just happened was happening out deeper, spreading. The buildings, or what was left of them, were unstable,

"Can anyone hear me!?" he called out, turning and nearly tripping over his own foot, faltering across as the engine of his car rippled with flames, "Hello?!"

[Luxon Cobrat]

One minute, Zom had been pursuing the speeding cars, leaping from rooftop to rooftop at incredible speeds. The next minute...

KABOOM!

The world was suddenly made of searing flame and crashing thunder. Just as her feet landed on the building she had been leaping for, it crumbled away beneath her, leaving her to plunge into the flames below.

Some time later, she had no way of knowing how long, the vampire leader awoke. In another lifetime, she may have thought she had found herself in the fiery pits of Hell, but she didn't make that mistake. Zom could easily recognize a burning warehouse when she saw one.

"Kaboom?" she randomly asked nobody in particular as she removed a thin bar, fortunately made of metal and not oak, that had pierce through her chest when she had come down on it. As her wound and her clothes began rapidly mending themselves, she grinned in amusement. "Heh... Kaboom."

By the time her head had cleared out enough for her to look around, Zom had already figured out that none of her compatriots had survived the blast. Zom was strong enough to take the heat, but lesser vampires like them would be immolated and destroyed by this blazing inferno. Noobs.

"Better get back to base," she decided, talking to herself out loud.

To that end, she pushed the pile of rubble that had come down on top of her clear and pulled herself up onto a pair of shattered legs. The vampiress held herself there for a few moments, enjoying the last few moments of pain the broken bones would provide before they healed, then began climbing through the debris towards the large metal gate that would serve as the exit to the building. Once she arrived, she grabbed the bottom of the searing hot iron door and lifted it up until it was above her head. She then dashed through and released it, letting it crash down behind her as she bolted out onto the pavement outside.

With the air out here being relatively free of smoke, anyone observing her for the first few moments might have thought Zom was a firebreathing creature, the way smoke bellowed from her mouth every time she exhaled. Her lungs at the moment were filled with enough smoke that a human would have been suffocated. Of course, she was only breathing out of habbit.

"You don't think the wolves did this, do you?" Zom asked herself as she walked towards the street and turned down the sidewalk. "Nah. Too large-scale. They do like big flashy stuff like this though, don't they? Yeah, I've got to give 'em credit for that much. But even they aren't dumb enough to kill off all the livestock."

The vampiress strolled down the sidewalk at a leisurely pace, as if the rows and rows of crashed and burnt-out cars weren't the least bit out-of-place. But then, as she passed by one in particular, she stopped, hearing a knocking sound on the passenger-side window. The door was apparently too battered up to be opened, and the other one probably was as well. Out of passing curiousity, Zom peared into the window.

The glass, unfortunately, was a bit too fogged up to see through clearly. The person inside though, seeing Zom's figure now, began frantically pounding on the glass. The person must have been really desperate to get out, Zom thought.

On the one hand, if Zom walked off now, the person would be sure to die in crushing despair. In that light, walking away seemed like it would probably be the best thing to do. But on the other hand, the person in there might be cute. Since her job for the last few centuries had taken up too much time for her to go looking for a significant other, now might be a good opportunity to start a relationship.

After mulling it over in her head for a few moments, the vampiress came to a decision. Turning the back of her hand towards the door, she gave a single rap on the window. In response, a series of cracks quickly spread accross the glass, and in the next instant, the window crumbled open.

Immediately, the creature inside the car sprang out at her, bowling the vampiress down to the sidewalk. Zom's hand went immediately for the wooden wand at her belt, but...

The person scrambled off of her as quickly as possible, then also fell down, choking. Zom sat up and gave the person a lookover. Female, it seemed. Late twenties, maybe early thirties, straight blond hair tied back into a short ponytail, dressed in a short-skirted business suit. She was curled up, clutching something, but Zom couldn't see what.

"Kinda cute..." Zom considered, still speaking aloud for all to hear. "Career type too, so maybe eligible. Maybe a little old, but..."

"M... Miss..." the woman interrupted, trying to talk between coughs. "Can you... get some help?"

"Help?" Zom asked, gently stroking the back of her hand across the side of the woman's neck soot-covered neck. "You'll be fine..."

"Not... not for me..." the woman answered, apparently assuming the vampiress was checking her pulse since she didn't protest the touch. "For... my baby..."

The woman then rolled over so that Zom could see the infant clutched in her arms.

"Oh," Zom answered. "Baggage..."

And at that, the woman frowned slightly, looking a bit confused.

"But you are really pretty, and you've got a nice neck too," Zom continued. "Besides that, I could use a snack right about now. This has all been rather strenuous."

The woman's look of confusion turned momentarily to one of indignation, as she thought Zom was making a distasteful joke. But then, as Zom gave her a grin, showing her extended fangs, and started forth, that anger quickly gave way to fear. Of course, she only thought that the pink-haired punk girl was some sort of crazie, but that was dangerous enough. She pulled away and tried to scramble to her feet so that she could run. But she wasn't fast enough, and within a second, Zom had her in her grip. Judging by size, the woman should have still been strong enough to pull away from Zom, who by all appearances was just a skinny kid. But the grip was iron-tight, and the woman couldn't break free.

A second later, she felt the pain of two long teeth stabbing into her juggular, then the warmth on her neck as the blood within began to rush out, and finally the kiss of her killer's lips close over the wound to drink the blood as it flowed. She let out a partial scream, but her strength faded away. The infant she carried dropped from her now useless arms, but the pink-haired girl's hand shot around lightening-fast, catching the child before it fell. Then, as her vision began to fade, she felt a sense of strange pleasure like a drug-induced high spreading throughout her very being. And finally, the world melted away into blackness, the tingling of a dying brain, and the lick of a vampire's tongue. And then there was nothing.

***

Sometime after that, Zom was strolling down the road again, but now she was carrying a bundle of soot-stained white cloth in her arms, wrapped around something that was little more than a foot long and very noisy.

"Stop that racket," Zom implored the creature, as she had several times already. "I told you I'd find you another human. One's as good as another, isn't it?"

Then, from somewhere out in the darkness, the vampiress heard another voice. Sounded like... a man. Calling out for anyone that could hear him. Zom took a cloth from her pocket and wiped her mouth again to be sure there wasn't any blood still around it, then started towards the source of the voice.

It didn't take her long to find whoever was calling. As she came into sight, she recognized the uniform of a police officer. Judging by the distance and direction she had traveled, this was likely the officer who had been pursuing the three reapers.

"Hello," Zom hailed, her tone rather unemotional for the situation. Of course, that could easily be attributed to the traumatic nature of the circumstances. Incorrectly, of course, but easily nonetheless.

And that was all she said. No need to try to convince the person that she was just a normal traumatized girl, since that was what anyone would probably assume. Given the way she usually acted, she'd probably do more harm than good if she put in any further effort.

[VPhoenix]

[Ace]
Ace who had fallen asleep while floating on top of the large chunk of debris, finally awoke to see he was now near the shoreline, as the piece of debris he was on now mixed with the countless others that littered the shore. Ace then got up and walked over to the beach, dusting off his clothes. Ace then loudly popped his neck back in its proper position, all the small wounds he had accumulated now were healed. Ace then looked around as far as he could see and spotted no sings of life. "Well going to the UN would be pointless right now, they probably have their hands full right now as it is, most likely they will contact me from back home to give me an update report of what is going on when they figure something out." Ace then pulled out his cellphone to see if it was damaged at all, and let out a sigh of relief to see it was not. Putting his cell back n his pants pocket, he was going to wonder around a bit, to see if he could figure anything out, when he heard a faint voice calling out in the distance. The voice sounded female, but that was all he could gather since it only made one statement nothing more. Taking his chances Ace quickly ran to the direction where he heard the voice coming from, and soon he came across a young lady standing alone, with her backed turned to him along the wreckage. "Are you alright miss?" he asked walking closer to her.
((btw this is Zom Ace sees))

[Blue]

The panic, the fear, the confusion was more frightful then anything. Duma yowled as the man leapt over her and towards the scarlet woman. The feline curled up against the door, paw-like hands wrapped over her face mewing in a crying like fashion. She was curled up, thinking she had done wrong, that she was going to be punished for it. "P-please." She mewled quietly, shaking in her fur as the red skinned female tried to attack her.

The flash and the shake of the earth though wasn't something she had been expecting. The small feline's ears perked up o her head and she looked this way and that, her whiskers back and her fur on end. Like a bolt of lightning after the man and woman fell the small creature was unable to help herself as she dived towards the man, pressing her head up and under one of his arms, she wanted to be helped, protected. A rough panic-purr ripped through her throat as she tried to hide herself as close to his body-heat as she could, leaning in against him and mewling.

"P-please, help."


((Very short, but I wanted something so that you guys could keep going))