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Degenerates - Are you mutant and proud?
Degenerates - Are you mutant and proud?
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BarkWolfBacon
Night Vale Secret Police Volunteer
DC had been all but obliterated in Shaw's attack. It had taken Sol a week to get out of the city without being killed, and almost a month of survival just to get to Baltimore. Now he stood on the city limits, staring at what was left of a sign that had once read "Welcome to Baltimore". Someone had painted over it in red, with the words "Long live Shaw". Sol really hoped he could find this "Resistance" he had heard rumors about. Preferably before he got eaten by degenerates or killed by loyalists.
He sighed and moved off the road into burned forest beyond it. If Shaw Loyalists had left that message then Sol didn't want to run into them on the road. His pack was near empty, just a few days of water left, and one remaining brick of survival rations. After days of eating chunks of flavorless protein, some real food sounded nice, but was unlikely.
He had one box of ammo left for his Colt Government, a farewell gift from a stranger who let him stay in their house on the outskirts of DC before he had left. The gun was in his holster, over his green cargos. They were tucked into his laced black combat boots, to keep filth and critters out of his pant legs. He laughed at himself for judging his "Doomsday prepper" friends now.
Sol was snapped out of his mental inventory checklist when he heard the sounds of a truck approaching.
oh shit.
A beat up pickup stopped by the sign, and Sol went prone in the dirt, trying to flatten himself out as much as possible. 4 men got out of the truck, all of them well fed and wearing relatively clean clothing...which meant they were raiders.
"Why'd we stop?! I want to get back to camp!"
"Because I sense someone, Todd!"
"You sense people we can't find all the time, your power is broken I swear." the one named Todd growled argumentatively.
Mutants too? Sol thought, what did I do to piss off today? The four men created a wide foramtion and started approaching the forest, looking for whoever the leader had sensed. Sol didn't want to fight the four of these guys, and knew that if he wanted to make a run for it the one with he sensory powers would have to die.
They weren't far from him now, so he took a water bottle out of his pocket and stood up, hands and water in the air. I hate using my water like this. Sol stood up and called out to them, "Hello!"
They all jumped and stopped where they were. "You a rebel?" one asked.
"Long live Shaw!" Sol said, dropping his arms down and taking the cap off the water. "I came from a group of us down in DC, rebels attacked us while we were out on patrol, I've been on the run from em since."
Todd looked him up and down, "You got rebels in DC too? We heard they was mostly here in Baltimore."
Sol shrugged, taking a sip of water, "Say that to my dead men, guess word travels fast."
"You a mutie then?" The leader asked.
Sol nodded. The two with weapons lowered them and the leader put his arms out, "they call me Blip, you wanna head back to camp? You know we gotta verify you are before we can trust you though. If you're lying, Ill cut your feet off and leave you for degenerates to eat."
Sol nodded and began walking towards them. Everyone was tense, not fully trusting Sol.
"We are gonna have to tie you up, for safety's sake...you understand, right?"
Sol took one last step towards them and offered the water bottle to Blip. "Yea, I know how it is, glad I ran into you out here."
Blip took the water and eyed Sol suspiciously, taking a sip and savoring the liquid as it went down. "So you're one of Knight's guys then?"
Sol's stomach knotted. This was either a test or an honest question. Knight may or may not be real, could be any gender, look any way. This was bad.
They had forced his hand. Sol snapped his fingers and the water bottle exploded, the water turning into fire and covering Blip in flames, he opened his mouth and screamed as the water he had drank burst into flame inside him. Some of the melted plastic flew out and hit Todd in the face, who cried out and suddenly dissipated. The two with guns fired at Sol but he sublimated, turning into a dark cloud as the bullets past through, causing it to swirl. He became solid again, drawing his pistol and shooting one of the men in the face, the other turned and began running back to the truck.
Blip was dead, a burning corpse on the ground, the stench near unbearable. Solomon ran, smacking his way through the dense dead forest and trying to put as much distance between him and the inevitable reinforcements that were surely coming.
Todd suddenly appeared in front of him, clothes-lining Sol so hard he almost passed out from sheer impact.
"You asshole!" he screamed, kicking Sol in the chest and drawing his pistol, "Blip was the entire point of our team, to hunt rebels! Without him we probably won't be kept around!"
He tensed his trigger finger and Sol sublimated again, then drifted upward and became solid, knocking the gun from Todd's hand. Sharp spikes suddenly formed from Todd's arm and pierced Sol's arm, deep gashes forming and cutting through his jacket.
"I don't need a gun to kill you, bitch!" He screamed, Sol barely dodging a swipe at his face. Then Todd kicked, stone looking spikes sticking out of his leg, and Sol couldn't dodge in time. He ended up back on the ground, his leg bleeding badly. Todd spit on Sol's face and went to turn Sol's head into a lumpy mess when Sol touched the spit on his face and used his remaining strength to transmute.
Todd screamed and staggered backwards, his eyes foaming and his skin rapidly drawing in around his body as the man's spikes retracted into his body.
"You know how much water is in your body? Mutant or not?" Sol asked, staggering to his feet as Todd noiselessly spasmed on his knees, blood beginning to mix with the foam exiting his face. "Its all salt now." Todd's muscles were twitching so hard he flopped face first into the dirt and was disappearing and reappearing, his ability twitching as well. "Its called hypernatraemia. Although you're probably the worst case ever diagnosed. First time I ever tried that, thanks."
The spasming stopped, and Sol knew Todd was dead. He tried as best he could to tear Todd's clothes and make a bandage, but the result was pitiful. Sol staggered into the woods, trying to get closer to Baltimore with every ragged breath. But he had been hurt pretty badly by Todd, and a few hours later he fell unconscious onto the forest floor.
Please let it be the good guys I wake up to, and not being eaten or stabbed. those were his last thoughts before his body gave out on forest floor.
He sighed and moved off the road into burned forest beyond it. If Shaw Loyalists had left that message then Sol didn't want to run into them on the road. His pack was near empty, just a few days of water left, and one remaining brick of survival rations. After days of eating chunks of flavorless protein, some real food sounded nice, but was unlikely.
He had one box of ammo left for his Colt Government, a farewell gift from a stranger who let him stay in their house on the outskirts of DC before he had left. The gun was in his holster, over his green cargos. They were tucked into his laced black combat boots, to keep filth and critters out of his pant legs. He laughed at himself for judging his "Doomsday prepper" friends now.
Sol was snapped out of his mental inventory checklist when he heard the sounds of a truck approaching.
oh shit.
A beat up pickup stopped by the sign, and Sol went prone in the dirt, trying to flatten himself out as much as possible. 4 men got out of the truck, all of them well fed and wearing relatively clean clothing...which meant they were raiders.
"Why'd we stop?! I want to get back to camp!"
"Because I sense someone, Todd!"
"You sense people we can't find all the time, your power is broken I swear." the one named Todd growled argumentatively.
Mutants too? Sol thought, what did I do to piss off today? The four men created a wide foramtion and started approaching the forest, looking for whoever the leader had sensed. Sol didn't want to fight the four of these guys, and knew that if he wanted to make a run for it the one with he sensory powers would have to die.
They weren't far from him now, so he took a water bottle out of his pocket and stood up, hands and water in the air. I hate using my water like this. Sol stood up and called out to them, "Hello!"
They all jumped and stopped where they were. "You a rebel?" one asked.
"Long live Shaw!" Sol said, dropping his arms down and taking the cap off the water. "I came from a group of us down in DC, rebels attacked us while we were out on patrol, I've been on the run from em since."
Todd looked him up and down, "You got rebels in DC too? We heard they was mostly here in Baltimore."
Sol shrugged, taking a sip of water, "Say that to my dead men, guess word travels fast."
"You a mutie then?" The leader asked.
Sol nodded. The two with weapons lowered them and the leader put his arms out, "they call me Blip, you wanna head back to camp? You know we gotta verify you are before we can trust you though. If you're lying, Ill cut your feet off and leave you for degenerates to eat."
Sol nodded and began walking towards them. Everyone was tense, not fully trusting Sol.
"We are gonna have to tie you up, for safety's sake...you understand, right?"
Sol took one last step towards them and offered the water bottle to Blip. "Yea, I know how it is, glad I ran into you out here."
Blip took the water and eyed Sol suspiciously, taking a sip and savoring the liquid as it went down. "So you're one of Knight's guys then?"
Sol's stomach knotted. This was either a test or an honest question. Knight may or may not be real, could be any gender, look any way. This was bad.
They had forced his hand. Sol snapped his fingers and the water bottle exploded, the water turning into fire and covering Blip in flames, he opened his mouth and screamed as the water he had drank burst into flame inside him. Some of the melted plastic flew out and hit Todd in the face, who cried out and suddenly dissipated. The two with guns fired at Sol but he sublimated, turning into a dark cloud as the bullets past through, causing it to swirl. He became solid again, drawing his pistol and shooting one of the men in the face, the other turned and began running back to the truck.
Blip was dead, a burning corpse on the ground, the stench near unbearable. Solomon ran, smacking his way through the dense dead forest and trying to put as much distance between him and the inevitable reinforcements that were surely coming.
Todd suddenly appeared in front of him, clothes-lining Sol so hard he almost passed out from sheer impact.
"You asshole!" he screamed, kicking Sol in the chest and drawing his pistol, "Blip was the entire point of our team, to hunt rebels! Without him we probably won't be kept around!"
He tensed his trigger finger and Sol sublimated again, then drifted upward and became solid, knocking the gun from Todd's hand. Sharp spikes suddenly formed from Todd's arm and pierced Sol's arm, deep gashes forming and cutting through his jacket.
"I don't need a gun to kill you, bitch!" He screamed, Sol barely dodging a swipe at his face. Then Todd kicked, stone looking spikes sticking out of his leg, and Sol couldn't dodge in time. He ended up back on the ground, his leg bleeding badly. Todd spit on Sol's face and went to turn Sol's head into a lumpy mess when Sol touched the spit on his face and used his remaining strength to transmute.
Todd screamed and staggered backwards, his eyes foaming and his skin rapidly drawing in around his body as the man's spikes retracted into his body.
"You know how much water is in your body? Mutant or not?" Sol asked, staggering to his feet as Todd noiselessly spasmed on his knees, blood beginning to mix with the foam exiting his face. "Its all salt now." Todd's muscles were twitching so hard he flopped face first into the dirt and was disappearing and reappearing, his ability twitching as well. "Its called hypernatraemia. Although you're probably the worst case ever diagnosed. First time I ever tried that, thanks."
The spasming stopped, and Sol knew Todd was dead. He tried as best he could to tear Todd's clothes and make a bandage, but the result was pitiful. Sol staggered into the woods, trying to get closer to Baltimore with every ragged breath. But he had been hurt pretty badly by Todd, and a few hours later he fell unconscious onto the forest floor.
Please let it be the good guys I wake up to, and not being eaten or stabbed. those were his last thoughts before his body gave out on forest floor.
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Esoteric Truth
Junior Member
Baltimore was no more. The physical city was there, yes, but nothing more. The 26th most populous city in the united states that rested nestled beside the Chesapeake bay was a shadow of its former vibrant self. Once-popular shops and restaurants were boarded up and tagged with graffiti. Streets lay empty and blocks lay in shattered ruin, trafficked only by stray dogs and degenerates. Blood was everywhere from writing on a wall to pooling in the streets. In a body blood was the life-source. It traveled through the body and kept every part of the body alive. Baltimore was a body without blood. It was dead.
To Gunnar blood was everything. It was not only what kept him alive, but it was what kept him unique, what made him powerful. And in this world, power was everything. There was always something or someone wanting to kill you, and if you didn't have the power to keep yourself alive, then you were nothing. That quickly you would be gone from the earth, gone from memory. There was no one here to write you down in the history books. You had to live in the here and now and hope that you made it long enough to live into the future.
The gentle rays of the sun were blocked by the grey obelisk-like building that Gunnar pressed his back up to. It once held a few stores, such as a small coffee shop and some boutique or another, but it was now just home to dusty chairs that had been broken and upended as well as some black harsh marks on the floor that belied the fact that someone had created a fire there. The glass storefronts had been broken leaving open gaps into the walls of the building. Soft thudding of someone's shoes told him that someone wasn't very far away, and he tensed himself, his eyes quickly turning towards the edge of the block towards the left, just around the corner of his building. A small smile spread on the man's face as he walked gently forwards, his body swerving slightly side to side in a fluid motion that followed from his head down in a kind of strut. In his hand a knife was gripped tightly.
It was a degenerate, a woman with a tight mouth and dark eyes that flickered quickly around the scenery. A large tuft of dark hair curled on top of her head wildly, adding to her entire ragged and unkempt appearance. The clothes she wore were scraped and torn slightly from where she had undoubtedly been snagged on things. Her head moved like a bird, twitching from here to there in rapid motion, finally coming still when she locked her gaze onto him. Her lips parted in some kind of desperate hunger, and for a moment Gunnar could relate to her.
The blow landed on his jaw before he even saw her move. He lashed out wildly with his blade but she flitted away, not unlike a hummingbird, before shakily coming to a stop not too far away form him and once more baring her teeth. He leaned forward and smiled, this time ready for her. Though she was fast, she was both clumsy and predictable in her actions due to her lust for flesh, and she wasn't thoughtful like he was. Her eyes moved before she did, and when she dug her fingernails into his arm and came towards his neck with her head he had brought out his knife and swung it low at her gut. It slid into her with ease and he gripped her pained face hard with one hand, bringing his forehead to hers as he pulled the blade upwards towards her sternum.
It was with some degree of curiosity that he looked into her eyes as she faded before him in his arms. He had watched many die like this before, and there was definitely a difference between the way that the degenerates died and the way that normal mutants did. The degenerates were nothing more than animals now. They had no remorse or real drive to live, just a primitive urge to hunt and kill and survive. The will to survive and the will to live were very different; survival was the act of merely continuing to breathe, where as living, truly living, implied that there was some quality of life to be had or some reason to continue. This beast that died at his hand had neither.
Gunnar pulled his knife out from her and for a moment stood like this, forehead to forehead with a dead woman, the arm with the blade supporting her underneath her arms, the other lifted up slightly so that one hand touched her face. Then he dropped her. She flopped onto the ground, her head hitting the concrete and bleeding, her back bending in a way that even made him uncomfortable just looking at it. Shaking his head, he crouched over her and smiled, taking his blade and cutting open one wrist before bringing said wrist to his mouth and sucking the blood. It filled his mouth, still warm and thick, and slithered down his throat. Some sort of ecstasy flowed through him, a surge of power and warmth that came from his digits up towards his head. He released her, casting her arm aside like a piece of trash, and brought himself up until he was standing.
It wasn't until he watched a leaf blow across the tattered pavement did he realize just how differently he felt the world now. Everything was so slow. He waltzed over to it, plucking it out of the air and holding it between his fingers, turning it in wonder, his eyes wide and his mouth agape in pleasure. And how differently he could feel her now. He couldn't feel who she had been, only just that angry hungry thing that wasn't ever satisfied. The memories were all hushed and hurried, flashes of darkness and heavy breathing, chasing and pain. Short fragments, no thoughts. No real intelligence. Degenerates were nothing more than husks.
To Gunnar blood was everything. It was not only what kept him alive, but it was what kept him unique, what made him powerful. And in this world, power was everything. There was always something or someone wanting to kill you, and if you didn't have the power to keep yourself alive, then you were nothing. That quickly you would be gone from the earth, gone from memory. There was no one here to write you down in the history books. You had to live in the here and now and hope that you made it long enough to live into the future.
The gentle rays of the sun were blocked by the grey obelisk-like building that Gunnar pressed his back up to. It once held a few stores, such as a small coffee shop and some boutique or another, but it was now just home to dusty chairs that had been broken and upended as well as some black harsh marks on the floor that belied the fact that someone had created a fire there. The glass storefronts had been broken leaving open gaps into the walls of the building. Soft thudding of someone's shoes told him that someone wasn't very far away, and he tensed himself, his eyes quickly turning towards the edge of the block towards the left, just around the corner of his building. A small smile spread on the man's face as he walked gently forwards, his body swerving slightly side to side in a fluid motion that followed from his head down in a kind of strut. In his hand a knife was gripped tightly.
It was a degenerate, a woman with a tight mouth and dark eyes that flickered quickly around the scenery. A large tuft of dark hair curled on top of her head wildly, adding to her entire ragged and unkempt appearance. The clothes she wore were scraped and torn slightly from where she had undoubtedly been snagged on things. Her head moved like a bird, twitching from here to there in rapid motion, finally coming still when she locked her gaze onto him. Her lips parted in some kind of desperate hunger, and for a moment Gunnar could relate to her.
The blow landed on his jaw before he even saw her move. He lashed out wildly with his blade but she flitted away, not unlike a hummingbird, before shakily coming to a stop not too far away form him and once more baring her teeth. He leaned forward and smiled, this time ready for her. Though she was fast, she was both clumsy and predictable in her actions due to her lust for flesh, and she wasn't thoughtful like he was. Her eyes moved before she did, and when she dug her fingernails into his arm and came towards his neck with her head he had brought out his knife and swung it low at her gut. It slid into her with ease and he gripped her pained face hard with one hand, bringing his forehead to hers as he pulled the blade upwards towards her sternum.
It was with some degree of curiosity that he looked into her eyes as she faded before him in his arms. He had watched many die like this before, and there was definitely a difference between the way that the degenerates died and the way that normal mutants did. The degenerates were nothing more than animals now. They had no remorse or real drive to live, just a primitive urge to hunt and kill and survive. The will to survive and the will to live were very different; survival was the act of merely continuing to breathe, where as living, truly living, implied that there was some quality of life to be had or some reason to continue. This beast that died at his hand had neither.
Gunnar pulled his knife out from her and for a moment stood like this, forehead to forehead with a dead woman, the arm with the blade supporting her underneath her arms, the other lifted up slightly so that one hand touched her face. Then he dropped her. She flopped onto the ground, her head hitting the concrete and bleeding, her back bending in a way that even made him uncomfortable just looking at it. Shaking his head, he crouched over her and smiled, taking his blade and cutting open one wrist before bringing said wrist to his mouth and sucking the blood. It filled his mouth, still warm and thick, and slithered down his throat. Some sort of ecstasy flowed through him, a surge of power and warmth that came from his digits up towards his head. He released her, casting her arm aside like a piece of trash, and brought himself up until he was standing.
It wasn't until he watched a leaf blow across the tattered pavement did he realize just how differently he felt the world now. Everything was so slow. He waltzed over to it, plucking it out of the air and holding it between his fingers, turning it in wonder, his eyes wide and his mouth agape in pleasure. And how differently he could feel her now. He couldn't feel who she had been, only just that angry hungry thing that wasn't ever satisfied. The memories were all hushed and hurried, flashes of darkness and heavy breathing, chasing and pain. Short fragments, no thoughts. No real intelligence. Degenerates were nothing more than husks.
BarkWolfBacon
Night Vale Secret Police Volunteer
Sol awoke slowly on the forest floor, his body sore and achy. He would be unable to sublimate while he was this weak- that was not a comforting thought. The wounds Todd had inflicted on him were deep, and he needed better bandages and something to clean them out with. The makeshift rags had done the job well enough for now, and held together as he pulled himself to his feet. It would be getting dark soon, and Sol didn't want to get eaten alive just yet.
Fifteen minutes later the forest gave way to civilization. Every step hurt his injured leg, and downtown looked so far away. Building after building was deserted, just like all the rest of the United States. Each house was devoid of life, and more than likely already raided for supplies too. The only place supplies were still left lying around were the middle of nowhere rural areas, but survivors usually boarded those up and protected their territory.
Dusk had turned to dark when Sol finally exited the suburbs and was in the outskirts of downtown. The priority was to find somewhere defensible for the night, somewhere he would be out of the way and safe. One of the only complete buildings left in the outskirts was a BP gas station sitting on the corner. Despite the fact the green circular sign lay on the ground 15 feet below its original hanging place, the rest of the building was almost as complete as before society had imploded.
Sol carefully peered through the windows and saw no obvious signs of Degenerate presence. The door however, was locked and reinforced with bulletproof glass- which apparently wasn't enough because behind it was a a sliding gate that sealed over the entire front of the gas station.
Must not have been a good part of town. He thought, resting his forehead against the cool glass of the door. His only other way to get in would be to sublimate through the crack at the bottom of the door- no small feat considering his condition. He tried once, and ended up heaving the little bile in his empty stomach up onto the concrete.
Not promising. He thought to himself, knowing that he didn't want to damage the door made him muster his resolve. If he could get in, then this place would keep him safe for the night. Sol dusted off an advertisement on the door and pulled a marker out of his pack, writing "RF" on the space he had cleaned off of the advertisement in big black letters. It had been what someone told him was a sort of callsign for the rebels. The initials stood for Rebels Forever, and he hoped if one of them saw it they might leave him a message or assume he was inside.
Then he tried his 2nd attempt at sublimating, which succeeded in half of his body becoming vapor. The upper half, which was solid, had no legs to support it and he crashed to the ground. Stars danced in front of his eyes and he fought back the urge to vomit.
I think I have a concussion.
Then he heard a snarl, and turned to see two figures crossing by the gas pumps, moving with rapid and jerky motions. Degenerates had found him, and he was in no condition to fight them off. His heart began pounding, adrenaline seeping into his exhausted body and allowing him enough strength to get up. He tried again, this time his vapor form giving out and slamming him into the door.
"Son. of. a. BITCH!" he screamed, and tried again. And again. And again. He probably added a few bruises to his body, sliding down the doors as he heard the Degenerates screech right behind him.
The screech added to his motivation, and he let out a howl of rage as he threw everything into his power. And then he was inside, his dark vapor form seeping through the crack as a disgusting hand swiped harmlessly through the disappearing mist that had been its prey. He became solid again, lying prone on the cool floor and retching bile from the exertion. His nose was bleeding and some of his wounds had opened back up from his failed attempts at getting in.
Fighting against the darkness that relentlessly crept into his vision, Sol crawled out of sight behind the counter. He passed out for the second time, listening to the helpless scratching of the Degenerates' hands on the reinforced door.
Fifteen minutes later the forest gave way to civilization. Every step hurt his injured leg, and downtown looked so far away. Building after building was deserted, just like all the rest of the United States. Each house was devoid of life, and more than likely already raided for supplies too. The only place supplies were still left lying around were the middle of nowhere rural areas, but survivors usually boarded those up and protected their territory.
Dusk had turned to dark when Sol finally exited the suburbs and was in the outskirts of downtown. The priority was to find somewhere defensible for the night, somewhere he would be out of the way and safe. One of the only complete buildings left in the outskirts was a BP gas station sitting on the corner. Despite the fact the green circular sign lay on the ground 15 feet below its original hanging place, the rest of the building was almost as complete as before society had imploded.
Sol carefully peered through the windows and saw no obvious signs of Degenerate presence. The door however, was locked and reinforced with bulletproof glass- which apparently wasn't enough because behind it was a a sliding gate that sealed over the entire front of the gas station.
Must not have been a good part of town. He thought, resting his forehead against the cool glass of the door. His only other way to get in would be to sublimate through the crack at the bottom of the door- no small feat considering his condition. He tried once, and ended up heaving the little bile in his empty stomach up onto the concrete.
Not promising. He thought to himself, knowing that he didn't want to damage the door made him muster his resolve. If he could get in, then this place would keep him safe for the night. Sol dusted off an advertisement on the door and pulled a marker out of his pack, writing "RF" on the space he had cleaned off of the advertisement in big black letters. It had been what someone told him was a sort of callsign for the rebels. The initials stood for Rebels Forever, and he hoped if one of them saw it they might leave him a message or assume he was inside.
Then he tried his 2nd attempt at sublimating, which succeeded in half of his body becoming vapor. The upper half, which was solid, had no legs to support it and he crashed to the ground. Stars danced in front of his eyes and he fought back the urge to vomit.
I think I have a concussion.
Then he heard a snarl, and turned to see two figures crossing by the gas pumps, moving with rapid and jerky motions. Degenerates had found him, and he was in no condition to fight them off. His heart began pounding, adrenaline seeping into his exhausted body and allowing him enough strength to get up. He tried again, this time his vapor form giving out and slamming him into the door.
"Son. of. a. BITCH!" he screamed, and tried again. And again. And again. He probably added a few bruises to his body, sliding down the doors as he heard the Degenerates screech right behind him.
The screech added to his motivation, and he let out a howl of rage as he threw everything into his power. And then he was inside, his dark vapor form seeping through the crack as a disgusting hand swiped harmlessly through the disappearing mist that had been its prey. He became solid again, lying prone on the cool floor and retching bile from the exertion. His nose was bleeding and some of his wounds had opened back up from his failed attempts at getting in.
Fighting against the darkness that relentlessly crept into his vision, Sol crawled out of sight behind the counter. He passed out for the second time, listening to the helpless scratching of the Degenerates' hands on the reinforced door.
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crystaldee
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Lyre sat atop the roof. She had hauled herself up to where she would be unreachable. The trip to this new city had been slow. Slow and so horribly long. Her feet had screamed at her multiple times and she was sure they were bleeding in some places. She couldn't be bothered to check. Her gentle hands were sitting behind her neck, as she lay with her chest facing the sky. The sky was taunting, offering to swallow her whole, take her in in it's depths. She remembered a time where the sky had been beautiful. Where she'd lay with all the warmth of the never-ending sky soaking into her skin. Now, all the sky had to offer was a reminder of the horrible world underneath it. A dreary-washed out existence, full of gray. A sigh slipped from between her pursed lips.
Suddenly, she felt a sharp pain in her jaw. Her hand flitted to the side of her chin, before she realised the pain she thought of was not her own. Scarce sat up abruptly. It had been a long time since another's thought had invaded her mind. For so long she had been too far away from another human. Her power's only branched out so far without effort.
Adrenaline hit her as it began to fill the other's head. She commanded her legs to take her to the side of the rooftop, and she hung her head over the railing. Just as her eyes fell on the dark haired man, a wave of pleasure fell over her body. She folded her hands over the edge, examining the stranger. What a peculiar thing. He had slain a Degenerate and was sucking the blood from her veins. She had to stifle a laugh. Do we have vampires now?
The man stood up and wandered toward a leaf on the sidewalk. Every second she spent eyeing him, the more his mind revealed itself to her. Except, it felt as though he was more than just one person. She was hurtling. He was a parcel, wrapped in countless layers of newspaper. The first thoughts had been his own specifically, but now the Degenerates thoughts were in her head. Then, the last layer opened and she was bombarded with at least a hundred lives, all shouting their memories at her like an angry mob. Her knuckles became white clutching onto the railing, as her legs gave way a little. It was then that she began shuddering. Tiny, uncontrollable spasms took over her body.
This had never happened before. Just one mind wasn't strong enough to force her out of control. He was one person and yet he seemed to hold the lives of so many before him. She slammed her eyes shut.
She focused on bringing her thoughts back into her own head.
25 years old... I was born to Miriam and Nathaniel Scarce...
I am a mutant.
She let out a breathe. Slowly, her eyes opened again, revealing, once again, the dead world before her. Lyre would have to be more careful around this man. His mind was like nothing she had ever experienced before. She leant her elbows on the railing, cupping her face with her hands. She wondered who he was. Who is he allied with? Is he one of the rebels I'm looking for?
Suddenly, she felt a sharp pain in her jaw. Her hand flitted to the side of her chin, before she realised the pain she thought of was not her own. Scarce sat up abruptly. It had been a long time since another's thought had invaded her mind. For so long she had been too far away from another human. Her power's only branched out so far without effort.
Adrenaline hit her as it began to fill the other's head. She commanded her legs to take her to the side of the rooftop, and she hung her head over the railing. Just as her eyes fell on the dark haired man, a wave of pleasure fell over her body. She folded her hands over the edge, examining the stranger. What a peculiar thing. He had slain a Degenerate and was sucking the blood from her veins. She had to stifle a laugh. Do we have vampires now?
The man stood up and wandered toward a leaf on the sidewalk. Every second she spent eyeing him, the more his mind revealed itself to her. Except, it felt as though he was more than just one person. She was hurtling. He was a parcel, wrapped in countless layers of newspaper. The first thoughts had been his own specifically, but now the Degenerates thoughts were in her head. Then, the last layer opened and she was bombarded with at least a hundred lives, all shouting their memories at her like an angry mob. Her knuckles became white clutching onto the railing, as her legs gave way a little. It was then that she began shuddering. Tiny, uncontrollable spasms took over her body.
This had never happened before. Just one mind wasn't strong enough to force her out of control. He was one person and yet he seemed to hold the lives of so many before him. She slammed her eyes shut.
Lyre Annabella Rose Scarce...
She focused on bringing her thoughts back into her own head.
25 years old... I was born to Miriam and Nathaniel Scarce...
I am a mutant.
She let out a breathe. Slowly, her eyes opened again, revealing, once again, the dead world before her. Lyre would have to be more careful around this man. His mind was like nothing she had ever experienced before. She leant her elbows on the railing, cupping her face with her hands. She wondered who he was. Who is he allied with? Is he one of the rebels I'm looking for?
Esoteric Truth
Junior Member
I was wrong when I thought that she was just moving fast. To her the world simply moved slowly. And as she felt that, so shall I.
Gunnar picked up a small piece of asphalt from the crumbling road and tossed it away from him. He could see it waver as it hung in the air, following its parabola shaped arc before him, slow enough that he could walk backwards about ten feet and still be there to catch it in his hands. He wouldn't want this power forever; he could only imagine how boring it would get to always have the world move sluggishly around him. Some mutants were stuck with awful powers, like the one kid he'd tasted whose power was to be able to secrete a slime from his pores like a slug. Wasn't even poisonous or anything. But Gunnar? His power was a true gift.
Looking up at the sky, he frowned. It was darkening, and he knew that he would have to find some sort of shelter soon. Preferably one with an intact ceiling. Though the degenerates were active even during the day, the night was generally their preferred time of attack. That was when large packs of them would roam through the streets, hungry and desperate. No one wanted to be in the streets while they were out. It meant certain death, and given that you never new what kind of power you'd have to deal with meant you were always risking a gruesome and disrespectful end.
Gunnar began to walk leisurely through the street. Given his current ability, even at this pace he was still moving much faster than he would have been if he was jogging without this power. He was just starting to round a corner when he heard an unintelligible shout and a monstrous screeching. The first sound he could tell was supposed to be words, but he was just too far away to make out what they were. The second sound clearly belonged to a degenerate. It was rage filled and inhuman, coming from that same kind of ugly anxious twitching creature that was his earlier victim. He shrank back from the edge of the building he had begun to round, sighing heavily. I'm not much of the saving peoples' lives type, but who would I be if I turned down the opportunity to pain the town red?
"Forget hunting deer, this is the true sport. Hunting something that can actually kill you," he muttered to himself, his mouth dropping to light grin as he walked around the corner towards the noises. It was by a gas station. He was surprised to see that the man who had shouted seemed to have made it into the building, given that there wasn't a group sitting and eating a corpse, but rather a small horde scratching at the door. As for the gas station, it was mostly intact, probably one of the better buildings he'd seen. It had a roof and solid walls, judging by the fact that the degenerates were still visible outside. There were only about four of them, and with this power he was pretty sure he could take them out. He had his knife, and if he moved quickly enough he could probably slit their throats quickly enough so that they wouldn't get a hold on him.
Gunnar started sprinting towards them, his knife gripped tightly in his right hand. One of them turned slowly towards him, hungry eyes trying to lock onto the blurred form, and it bared its teeth. But all of its movements were slow, and he was able to out-maneuver it and come around its back, stabbing his blade into it and them pulling it out just as quickly. By now they all had turned towards him, and were starting to lethargically charge at him, twitching slightly here and there. One of them grew large teeth which were gnashed together, and Gunnar looked at this one warily. He ran backwards and stood still, holding out his arms as if in an offering. The toothy one lunged forward, his arms reaching out for him, so he ducked and slid to the side, holding out his knife so that all the degenerate landed on was one pointy blade. Two more. One of the two remaining seemed to twist and contort, and he saw budding leathery wings start to sprout from its back. Gunnar pulled his blade from the chest of Toothy and ran in a tight circle behind Wings. Had his knife been sharper he would have liked to cut those wings clean off, but as it was he just held the degenerate by the head and slit its throat. As he did this he felt a sharp pain in his right side. He'd forgotten to check on the fourth and last one. It had come towards him and sent a powerful kick to his side which knocked him onto his back. It jumped forward, hanging in the air and moving towards him in in slow motion. Gunnar rolled out from under where Jumper was going to land and stood up, putting his hand on the degenerates hand and pushing down with all his strength towards the ground. Jumper's skull was smashed, the front of his face all but gone.
Gunnar looked at the scene around him. There was blood everywhere. Pooling in the street, staining what was left of the sidewalk and the sparse tufts of grass. He picked his way through it, finally looking down at himself. His white shirt was covered in blood. The word stained didn't come close to describing it. There was more red on the shirt than there was white. It was coated in blood, just like his arms and hands were. Not much of it was his own, but where he was hit on his side had begun to bleed. The way that he had moved against Jumper's shoe had torn his skin because he'd moved so quickly. It wasn't deep, but it was painful, and his rib was definitely at least bruised. Shrugging, and wincing after the fact, he walked towards the gas station door, one hand holding his side, the other holding the knife. When he came to the door the hand holding his side rapped on its hard surface.
"You think you could open the door? They're gone, and you're welcome for that."
Gunnar picked up a small piece of asphalt from the crumbling road and tossed it away from him. He could see it waver as it hung in the air, following its parabola shaped arc before him, slow enough that he could walk backwards about ten feet and still be there to catch it in his hands. He wouldn't want this power forever; he could only imagine how boring it would get to always have the world move sluggishly around him. Some mutants were stuck with awful powers, like the one kid he'd tasted whose power was to be able to secrete a slime from his pores like a slug. Wasn't even poisonous or anything. But Gunnar? His power was a true gift.
Looking up at the sky, he frowned. It was darkening, and he knew that he would have to find some sort of shelter soon. Preferably one with an intact ceiling. Though the degenerates were active even during the day, the night was generally their preferred time of attack. That was when large packs of them would roam through the streets, hungry and desperate. No one wanted to be in the streets while they were out. It meant certain death, and given that you never new what kind of power you'd have to deal with meant you were always risking a gruesome and disrespectful end.
Gunnar began to walk leisurely through the street. Given his current ability, even at this pace he was still moving much faster than he would have been if he was jogging without this power. He was just starting to round a corner when he heard an unintelligible shout and a monstrous screeching. The first sound he could tell was supposed to be words, but he was just too far away to make out what they were. The second sound clearly belonged to a degenerate. It was rage filled and inhuman, coming from that same kind of ugly anxious twitching creature that was his earlier victim. He shrank back from the edge of the building he had begun to round, sighing heavily. I'm not much of the saving peoples' lives type, but who would I be if I turned down the opportunity to pain the town red?
"Forget hunting deer, this is the true sport. Hunting something that can actually kill you," he muttered to himself, his mouth dropping to light grin as he walked around the corner towards the noises. It was by a gas station. He was surprised to see that the man who had shouted seemed to have made it into the building, given that there wasn't a group sitting and eating a corpse, but rather a small horde scratching at the door. As for the gas station, it was mostly intact, probably one of the better buildings he'd seen. It had a roof and solid walls, judging by the fact that the degenerates were still visible outside. There were only about four of them, and with this power he was pretty sure he could take them out. He had his knife, and if he moved quickly enough he could probably slit their throats quickly enough so that they wouldn't get a hold on him.
Gunnar started sprinting towards them, his knife gripped tightly in his right hand. One of them turned slowly towards him, hungry eyes trying to lock onto the blurred form, and it bared its teeth. But all of its movements were slow, and he was able to out-maneuver it and come around its back, stabbing his blade into it and them pulling it out just as quickly. By now they all had turned towards him, and were starting to lethargically charge at him, twitching slightly here and there. One of them grew large teeth which were gnashed together, and Gunnar looked at this one warily. He ran backwards and stood still, holding out his arms as if in an offering. The toothy one lunged forward, his arms reaching out for him, so he ducked and slid to the side, holding out his knife so that all the degenerate landed on was one pointy blade. Two more. One of the two remaining seemed to twist and contort, and he saw budding leathery wings start to sprout from its back. Gunnar pulled his blade from the chest of Toothy and ran in a tight circle behind Wings. Had his knife been sharper he would have liked to cut those wings clean off, but as it was he just held the degenerate by the head and slit its throat. As he did this he felt a sharp pain in his right side. He'd forgotten to check on the fourth and last one. It had come towards him and sent a powerful kick to his side which knocked him onto his back. It jumped forward, hanging in the air and moving towards him in in slow motion. Gunnar rolled out from under where Jumper was going to land and stood up, putting his hand on the degenerates hand and pushing down with all his strength towards the ground. Jumper's skull was smashed, the front of his face all but gone.
Gunnar looked at the scene around him. There was blood everywhere. Pooling in the street, staining what was left of the sidewalk and the sparse tufts of grass. He picked his way through it, finally looking down at himself. His white shirt was covered in blood. The word stained didn't come close to describing it. There was more red on the shirt than there was white. It was coated in blood, just like his arms and hands were. Not much of it was his own, but where he was hit on his side had begun to bleed. The way that he had moved against Jumper's shoe had torn his skin because he'd moved so quickly. It wasn't deep, but it was painful, and his rib was definitely at least bruised. Shrugging, and wincing after the fact, he walked towards the gas station door, one hand holding his side, the other holding the knife. When he came to the door the hand holding his side rapped on its hard surface.
"You think you could open the door? They're gone, and you're welcome for that."
BarkWolfBacon
Night Vale Secret Police Volunteer
Sol was sitting behind the counter and eating a protein bar he had taken from the shelves when something happened outside. The degenerate's awful sounds changed and then they stopped, one by one. He put the protein bar down and tried his best to peer out the filthy window.
Someone is here, he thought. Whoever it was, they were moving faster than he could track, and dispatching the shambling degenerates with skill. After the last one fell, a blood covered man appeared in front of the door, rapping on it lightly. He was a mutant, that much was certain by the way he had taken out the degenerates, but he was also alone; which was strange.
Sol limped to the door, wincing with every step. He had only awoken an hour ago, and to his disappointment his attackers were still outside. Which meant he was trapped, still drained of his energy. But at least he was trapped in a fully stocked gas station, the first he had seen in a long time. Sol had to move the bodies of the staff who had shut themselves inside into the storage closet, along with all the product that had gone bad, but after a few car air fresheners scattered about it the smell wasn't too bad. Not that he could have left without the strength to transmute or sublimate.
He took the key he had taken off the body and opened the security cage. The key to the 2nd door he left in his hand but didn't open it.
"Thank you for killing those. I'd invite you in but well...dangerous times and all." Sol said, peering through the section of window he had dusted off. "I'm Solomon, friends call me Sol." It had been so long since he had seen another friendly person, and he desperately wanted this man to be good...but he wasn't about to risk his life either.
"Tell me I can trust you, that if I open this door I'm not a dead man."
Someone is here, he thought. Whoever it was, they were moving faster than he could track, and dispatching the shambling degenerates with skill. After the last one fell, a blood covered man appeared in front of the door, rapping on it lightly. He was a mutant, that much was certain by the way he had taken out the degenerates, but he was also alone; which was strange.
Sol limped to the door, wincing with every step. He had only awoken an hour ago, and to his disappointment his attackers were still outside. Which meant he was trapped, still drained of his energy. But at least he was trapped in a fully stocked gas station, the first he had seen in a long time. Sol had to move the bodies of the staff who had shut themselves inside into the storage closet, along with all the product that had gone bad, but after a few car air fresheners scattered about it the smell wasn't too bad. Not that he could have left without the strength to transmute or sublimate.
He took the key he had taken off the body and opened the security cage. The key to the 2nd door he left in his hand but didn't open it.
"Thank you for killing those. I'd invite you in but well...dangerous times and all." Sol said, peering through the section of window he had dusted off. "I'm Solomon, friends call me Sol." It had been so long since he had seen another friendly person, and he desperately wanted this man to be good...but he wasn't about to risk his life either.
"Tell me I can trust you, that if I open this door I'm not a dead man."
crystaldee
New Member
I'm not much of the saving peoples' lives type, but who would I be if I turned down the opportunity to paint the town red?
The voice entered her mind, and she had to question the type of person this guy was. As his footsteps led him toward an old gas station, she tailed him from above. Her body was agile enough and even though her feet were aching, it was easy to haul herself over walls, and jump from rooftop to rooftop. Black boots clinked along the cement roof of what had probably once been a cheap hotel, appearing not much better than it looked now.
Someone is here...
She froze as the thought struck her. Had she been spotted? Scarce shrunk behind a wooden crate, moving so fast her white hair struggled to keep up. Her eyes were glued to the gas station, examining the entire scene. The man from before couldn't have seen her, as he was busy taking down Degenerates. She let herself have a moment to admire his fighting skills. It was vital that anyone nowadays learnt the art, but he was rather good at it. His swings were clean and swift. She could see the tiny struggle he faced, and realised he'd be much quicker had his knife not been so blunt. It was when he walked toward the store door, that she realised the thought from before had come from another.
Sol, his name was. She could feel a little bit of pain, coming from one of his legs. He was cautious about the new-comer, but she understood. While she knew they were distracted, she took silent steps across the side wall, before lowering herself onto one of the hotel room's balconies. From there, a ladder led down to street level and she easily fell back onto the streets, her boots comfortably back onto their usual flooring. She figured there was no reason to hide anymore, and she wasn't afraid of anything that the two men could do. It was easy for her to fill their heads with thoughts that weren't their own, and they'd listen to anything she said. It wasn't something she enjoyed doing, taking over people's true will. But sometimes it was necessary.
Lyre made her way across the street and to the gas station. She crossed her arms over her chest, and leant against one of the petrol gauges. She figured they'd be too engrossed in their own conversation to notice her, as she'd been much too quiet. A laugh had to be shoved down as Sol demanded to be told that the man would be trust worthy; that he would not murder him on the spot. Since when could you take people's word for things? Her power's of insight had given her the knowledge that people lied just to follow through with plans. Clearly, Sol was not so accustomed to this. The other man wasn't a true threat, but still. She had a point.
Scarce narrowed her eyes on the two men, waiting to see how the scene would play out.
The voice entered her mind, and she had to question the type of person this guy was. As his footsteps led him toward an old gas station, she tailed him from above. Her body was agile enough and even though her feet were aching, it was easy to haul herself over walls, and jump from rooftop to rooftop. Black boots clinked along the cement roof of what had probably once been a cheap hotel, appearing not much better than it looked now.
Someone is here...
She froze as the thought struck her. Had she been spotted? Scarce shrunk behind a wooden crate, moving so fast her white hair struggled to keep up. Her eyes were glued to the gas station, examining the entire scene. The man from before couldn't have seen her, as he was busy taking down Degenerates. She let herself have a moment to admire his fighting skills. It was vital that anyone nowadays learnt the art, but he was rather good at it. His swings were clean and swift. She could see the tiny struggle he faced, and realised he'd be much quicker had his knife not been so blunt. It was when he walked toward the store door, that she realised the thought from before had come from another.
Sol, his name was. She could feel a little bit of pain, coming from one of his legs. He was cautious about the new-comer, but she understood. While she knew they were distracted, she took silent steps across the side wall, before lowering herself onto one of the hotel room's balconies. From there, a ladder led down to street level and she easily fell back onto the streets, her boots comfortably back onto their usual flooring. She figured there was no reason to hide anymore, and she wasn't afraid of anything that the two men could do. It was easy for her to fill their heads with thoughts that weren't their own, and they'd listen to anything she said. It wasn't something she enjoyed doing, taking over people's true will. But sometimes it was necessary.
Lyre made her way across the street and to the gas station. She crossed her arms over her chest, and leant against one of the petrol gauges. She figured they'd be too engrossed in their own conversation to notice her, as she'd been much too quiet. A laugh had to be shoved down as Sol demanded to be told that the man would be trust worthy; that he would not murder him on the spot. Since when could you take people's word for things? Her power's of insight had given her the knowledge that people lied just to follow through with plans. Clearly, Sol was not so accustomed to this. The other man wasn't a true threat, but still. She had a point.
Scarce narrowed her eyes on the two men, waiting to see how the scene would play out.
Wrath Of Athena
The Last
Kate traveled down the trail through the forest. It was quiet. Eerily so. She was on her way to Baltimore, as that was where she heard the rebels were. She knew that it was possibly a lie set up by Shaw's minions, but she had to take the chance. There was a sound in the bushes, interrupting her thinking. Any sound was welcome in this disturbingly silent forest, but she suspected this was something more than just an animal. Too big to be something like a raccoon, but too small to be a be-
Kate's thoughts were interrupted by an ear piercing gunshot that rang through the forest. A bullet traveled disturbingly close to her head, nearly grazing her ear. Despite her powers, she knew that if she took a good shot to the head, she was dead. She looked toward where she heard the gunshot came from, and saw a man crouching in the bushes, holding a pistol. Scratch that, he was hardly a man, more like a boy. He couldn't have been more than 16. She ran at him, and threw an incredibly hard punch toward his head, one that would decapitate him if it connected. Unfortunately, or possibly fortunately, it didn't. The boy disappeared, and she heard a sound behind her. Great, a teleporter. She turned, and was just in time for him to fire. The bullet hit her in the abdomen, a wound that would most likely have crippled her, had she not had the abilities she did. She reached down, and removed the bullet from her stomach, the wound already healing. The boy's eyes widened. Clearly, he had not been expecting that. She kicked at him, and he disappeared again. She felt something cold and hard in the back of her head.
"I don't care what powers you have, a bullet to the head'll kill anything!" The boy said, his voice shaking. Obviously, from how his voice was quivering, he was not used to dealing with this kind of mutant. "Loyal, or Rebel?" He asked.
"Which'll let me live longer?" She asked, smiling. This kid was obviously inexperienced.
"J-Just answer the question! Don't make me shoot!" He said, his voice still shaking.
"Rebel," She said as she turned and knocked the gun out of his trembling hands. Before he could teleport, she grabbed him by the neck with one hand. "What about you?"
"L-Loyalist," He replied, the fear obvious in his eyes.
Kate pondered what to do with him. She couldn't kill him. He was just a kid. But she couldn't just let him go. She punched him in the face, just hard enough to knock him unconscious. She gently laid his body onto the ground, and grabbed his pistol. She put it into her backpack. She continued walking down the forest trail. By the time she reached the end, it was dusk. She walked out of the forest into the city. This must be Baltimore. It looked completely abandoned. She walked through the empty streets in the darkness. She needed to find somewhere to stay for the night, if she wanted to stay alive. After a couple hours of walking, she came across the gas station. She saw a man standing in front of the door, covered in blood, and surrounded by it, holding a knife. There were three dead Degenerates lying on the ground. He seems fairly dangerous. I better not cross him. She also saw a woman with white hair leaning on one of the petrol gauges, seeming to watch the blood-soaked man. I should probably stay out of this until I'm sure of what their allegiance is, She thought to herself. She was standing across the street from the gas station, silent and unmoving.
Kate's thoughts were interrupted by an ear piercing gunshot that rang through the forest. A bullet traveled disturbingly close to her head, nearly grazing her ear. Despite her powers, she knew that if she took a good shot to the head, she was dead. She looked toward where she heard the gunshot came from, and saw a man crouching in the bushes, holding a pistol. Scratch that, he was hardly a man, more like a boy. He couldn't have been more than 16. She ran at him, and threw an incredibly hard punch toward his head, one that would decapitate him if it connected. Unfortunately, or possibly fortunately, it didn't. The boy disappeared, and she heard a sound behind her. Great, a teleporter. She turned, and was just in time for him to fire. The bullet hit her in the abdomen, a wound that would most likely have crippled her, had she not had the abilities she did. She reached down, and removed the bullet from her stomach, the wound already healing. The boy's eyes widened. Clearly, he had not been expecting that. She kicked at him, and he disappeared again. She felt something cold and hard in the back of her head.
"I don't care what powers you have, a bullet to the head'll kill anything!" The boy said, his voice shaking. Obviously, from how his voice was quivering, he was not used to dealing with this kind of mutant. "Loyal, or Rebel?" He asked.
"Which'll let me live longer?" She asked, smiling. This kid was obviously inexperienced.
"J-Just answer the question! Don't make me shoot!" He said, his voice still shaking.
"Rebel," She said as she turned and knocked the gun out of his trembling hands. Before he could teleport, she grabbed him by the neck with one hand. "What about you?"
"L-Loyalist," He replied, the fear obvious in his eyes.
Kate pondered what to do with him. She couldn't kill him. He was just a kid. But she couldn't just let him go. She punched him in the face, just hard enough to knock him unconscious. She gently laid his body onto the ground, and grabbed his pistol. She put it into her backpack. She continued walking down the forest trail. By the time she reached the end, it was dusk. She walked out of the forest into the city. This must be Baltimore. It looked completely abandoned. She walked through the empty streets in the darkness. She needed to find somewhere to stay for the night, if she wanted to stay alive. After a couple hours of walking, she came across the gas station. She saw a man standing in front of the door, covered in blood, and surrounded by it, holding a knife. There were three dead Degenerates lying on the ground. He seems fairly dangerous. I better not cross him. She also saw a woman with white hair leaning on one of the petrol gauges, seeming to watch the blood-soaked man. I should probably stay out of this until I'm sure of what their allegiance is, She thought to herself. She was standing across the street from the gas station, silent and unmoving.
Esoteric Truth
Junior Member
A man peered towards Gunnar from behind the doors. He had a square scruffy jaw, light brown hair and eyes that seemed hopeful and tired. Not broken, mind you. Gunnar had seen the eyes of souls who were truly broken, and they were empty and dull, not so far from the degenerates themselves. No, this mystery man probably had more left to him than Gunnar did. After all, he had hope that Gunnar was a good man. He asked the wrong questions to find out if he was or if he wasn't, but seeing the message he'd written on the door, clearly the man believed that someone out there wasn't all bad. That wasn't a belief that Gunnar held, and he'd gotten to feel whole lifetimes of people.
"What's more untrustworthy than a man who claims to be trustworthy?" he snorted, coming up to the door and peering right back at the man inside the gas station. "I'm not one of Shaw's, if that's what you mean. And killing you would do nothing for me. Currently, anyway." He flashed a toothy smile. What he said was true. Honestly, he didn't enjoy taking sides in matters such as this. Shaw's or Rebels. But as soon as one side tries to kill him, well, it's like he has no choice but to be on the other. The rebels hadn't tried to kill him yet, but he'd had to deal with Shaw's pets more than a few times, and it was never an enjoyable experience. That meant he was with the Rebels, he supposed. And given the fact that he'd already taken a power, killing this man would be pointless. Especially since he had no idea what the guy could do.
"I guess I've been rude. You introduced yourself and I suppose it's my turn. I'm Gunnar. Obviously not a degenerate, and last I checked Shaw kept his minions in better condition than I'm currently in. But I'm hungry and tired and it's getting dark, so I'd really appreciate it if you'd let me the f*ck in," he replied coolly, and turned around to catch the time of day. Instead of looking at the sun's position, however, he found himself looking at a girl. She was thin with white hair and large eyes, and she was leaning up against a gas pump. Well I'll be damned. Seems like this gas station is one popular joint.
"Well, Sol, it appears we're dealing with another one. Not degenerate, just mutant. She doesn't have the glassy eyes," he said to the door, not turning back around, leaving his eyes locked onto her. "I don't think she wants to hurt us though. I'm guessing if she wanted to hurt me she'd have done it already." He stepped away from the door and cocked his head, looking curiously at her with his dark brown eyes. She's like a little bird. Just sitting there, watching the dogs bark at each other from either side of a door.
"Well, Birdie, don't just stand there. Come on over and introduce yourself," Gunnar called, beckoning to her with two fingers. He became suddenly serious, his mouth in a slight frown and his eyes narrowed. "And don't think of pulling anything, doll. I'll slit your throat faster than you can say sorry." Turning back to the door, he grinned.
"Oops. I guess that's not the best thing to say in front of someone who's trying to judge my character."
"What's more untrustworthy than a man who claims to be trustworthy?" he snorted, coming up to the door and peering right back at the man inside the gas station. "I'm not one of Shaw's, if that's what you mean. And killing you would do nothing for me. Currently, anyway." He flashed a toothy smile. What he said was true. Honestly, he didn't enjoy taking sides in matters such as this. Shaw's or Rebels. But as soon as one side tries to kill him, well, it's like he has no choice but to be on the other. The rebels hadn't tried to kill him yet, but he'd had to deal with Shaw's pets more than a few times, and it was never an enjoyable experience. That meant he was with the Rebels, he supposed. And given the fact that he'd already taken a power, killing this man would be pointless. Especially since he had no idea what the guy could do.
"I guess I've been rude. You introduced yourself and I suppose it's my turn. I'm Gunnar. Obviously not a degenerate, and last I checked Shaw kept his minions in better condition than I'm currently in. But I'm hungry and tired and it's getting dark, so I'd really appreciate it if you'd let me the f*ck in," he replied coolly, and turned around to catch the time of day. Instead of looking at the sun's position, however, he found himself looking at a girl. She was thin with white hair and large eyes, and she was leaning up against a gas pump. Well I'll be damned. Seems like this gas station is one popular joint.
"Well, Sol, it appears we're dealing with another one. Not degenerate, just mutant. She doesn't have the glassy eyes," he said to the door, not turning back around, leaving his eyes locked onto her. "I don't think she wants to hurt us though. I'm guessing if she wanted to hurt me she'd have done it already." He stepped away from the door and cocked his head, looking curiously at her with his dark brown eyes. She's like a little bird. Just sitting there, watching the dogs bark at each other from either side of a door.
"Well, Birdie, don't just stand there. Come on over and introduce yourself," Gunnar called, beckoning to her with two fingers. He became suddenly serious, his mouth in a slight frown and his eyes narrowed. "And don't think of pulling anything, doll. I'll slit your throat faster than you can say sorry." Turning back to the door, he grinned.
"Oops. I guess that's not the best thing to say in front of someone who's trying to judge my character."
BarkWolfBacon
Night Vale Secret Police Volunteer
What an odd man, Sol thought. A career hunting bad guys for the FBI, and Sol couldn't get a dial on Gunnar. Sometimes his eyes would shine with the same psychopathic sheen that he had seen on serial killers, and other times they held a fierce intelligence behind them. Regardless, the man had a great point. How exhausted was he that he would take anyone's word at face value? Pulling on his years of profiling, he realized that the man was a conundrum. His stance differed from his stature, which differed from the way he spoke, which differed from the way he used his hands during conversation; Gunnar was a conundrum of behaviors, none of them giving Sol anything to go on.
He did look hungry, and he was right. The rebels and runners were the ones who suffered. Shaw's men enjoyed spoils and took whatever they wanted. Sol was moving to unlock the door when Gunnar pointed out their observer. He did some quick thinking and unlocked the door anyway, opening it and motioning them both in with a please come on in, kind of gesture. If the lady by the pumps was a loyalist she would have already been on them, or running to inform someone of their position, so he did what he thought he had to do to tell right from wrong anymore; he gave them both the benefit of the doubt. Without kindness after all, what was really left?
"You two should hurry on in here, so we can lock this place up before dark. It's fully stocked and safe, and I already moved the bodies and the rotted shit to the closet."
He did look hungry, and he was right. The rebels and runners were the ones who suffered. Shaw's men enjoyed spoils and took whatever they wanted. Sol was moving to unlock the door when Gunnar pointed out their observer. He did some quick thinking and unlocked the door anyway, opening it and motioning them both in with a please come on in, kind of gesture. If the lady by the pumps was a loyalist she would have already been on them, or running to inform someone of their position, so he did what he thought he had to do to tell right from wrong anymore; he gave them both the benefit of the doubt. Without kindness after all, what was really left?
"You two should hurry on in here, so we can lock this place up before dark. It's fully stocked and safe, and I already moved the bodies and the rotted shit to the closet."
crystaldee
New Member
Lyre nodded as Gunnar made the remark about untrustworthy men. It was exactly what she had been thinking. When he demanded entry, Scarce smiled at his words. His voice was cool, and yet the words were strong and called for obediene. As it occured to Gunnar's mind to check the sun, Lyre didnt have enough time to decide whether to keep herself hidden or not. She quickly forced the tiny smile to run from her face, as she came into his view.
Her ears tuned in to his run down of her. She narrowed her eyes a little as he locked his own on her. Not degenerate. Mutant. Not a threat. All was true. The only reason Scarce had followed was curiousity, nothing more.
She's like a little bird. Just sitting there, watching the dogs bark at each other from either side of a door.
Gunnar's remark once again caused a smile to appear; a one sided slight grin, that could probably be taken for a smirk. Like a little bird. She liked that.
When he gestures for her to come over, she took her steps across the distance slowly. Not warily, or to be cautious, but just for the effect. She was a metre from the two men, before Gunnar threatened her. A warning, it was. Birdie, he had called her. Then doll. It had been a long time since someone had spoken to her like that. She raised an eyebrow at the dark-haired man.
"Thankyou, Gunnar," she said, emphasising his name, the words sliding ever so sweetly off her tongue.
"I shall remember to keep my place. And don't worry about first impressions." She chuckled a little. It was a beautiful sound, ringing in the ears.
"I don't take things by face value."
What an odd man, Sol had thought. Scarce couldn't agree more. But she was intrigued. Intrigued by Gunnar's attitude, and the way his mind seemed to fold in on itself. The girl turned her body towards Sol, and took a few steps inside the gas station.
"Lyre Scarce," she noted. "Looking forward to spending the night with you two."
Her ears tuned in to his run down of her. She narrowed her eyes a little as he locked his own on her. Not degenerate. Mutant. Not a threat. All was true. The only reason Scarce had followed was curiousity, nothing more.
She's like a little bird. Just sitting there, watching the dogs bark at each other from either side of a door.
Gunnar's remark once again caused a smile to appear; a one sided slight grin, that could probably be taken for a smirk. Like a little bird. She liked that.
When he gestures for her to come over, she took her steps across the distance slowly. Not warily, or to be cautious, but just for the effect. She was a metre from the two men, before Gunnar threatened her. A warning, it was. Birdie, he had called her. Then doll. It had been a long time since someone had spoken to her like that. She raised an eyebrow at the dark-haired man.
"Thankyou, Gunnar," she said, emphasising his name, the words sliding ever so sweetly off her tongue.
"I shall remember to keep my place. And don't worry about first impressions." She chuckled a little. It was a beautiful sound, ringing in the ears.
"I don't take things by face value."
What an odd man, Sol had thought. Scarce couldn't agree more. But she was intrigued. Intrigued by Gunnar's attitude, and the way his mind seemed to fold in on itself. The girl turned her body towards Sol, and took a few steps inside the gas station.
"Lyre Scarce," she noted. "Looking forward to spending the night with you two."
Esoteric Truth
Junior Member
What the hell...? Gunnar had looked back towards the girl, but his eyes flew past her and caught onto the figure of another. Mutants seem to be drawn here like a moth to a flame. Except the gas station won't kill them. Maybe the people inside the gas station, but not the gas station itself. We get any more people and we'll have to worry about becoming like the Donner Party. He sighed and rolled his eyes. He liked people just fine, in fact preferred their company so that he wasn't just left to the ridiculous amount of memories that were inside his head. But this was just getting ridiculous. In the past twelve year he hadn't been around this many people. It was rare that people approved of his power.
"Well what about her? The blonde over there, on that side of the street? I mean, since you've already started taking in stray cats, what's one more?" Gunnar snickered, turning back to Sol with a grin. One more mouth to feed is one more portion of food gone from the food supply, that's what one more is. His smile faltered slightly, and he parted his mouth as if to say something before deciding against it and shutting his mouth once more. Nodding to Sol, he took a step inside, and quickly his mouth fell back into a grin.
"Goddamn. If that's not a sight for sore eyes..." he breathed, taking in the shelves stocked with snacks and food. Real food. Of course, most of the stuff that was still good was the junk food- that stuff lasted ages. He could almost feel his stomach growl just looking at it. He slipped back into moving quickly and subsequently started to feel the world slow around him. He plucked a large family sized bag of chips off of one of the shelves and brought himself back towards the counter, which he lifted himself onto. The world started to speed up around him as he relaxed and slowed himself down.
Most people wouldn't have been able to adjust so quickly to a power, it was true. But after years and years of obtaining powers he'd encountered many that were similar and many mechanics to them remained the same. When he first started taking powers his control over them was pitiful. It was more of a hindrance than anything, honestly. Now he had an understanding of how powers worked by feel. Some surprised him now and then, but at this point that event was rare.
Gunnar tore open the bag of chips and then looked up as if he'd forgotten something. Looking back at the white-haired girl who'd introduced herself as Lyre, he smiled wickedly. "Oh yes, I'm sure we'll both look forward to sleeping with you." He cackled at his own joke and tossed a chip into his mouth, shifting himself so his legs hung over the counter and kicked back and forth. "Mm, sorry if my humor is a little immature and uncultured for your tastes, but if you haven't noticed, there's not much culture left these days." He chuckled to himself and crunched on a few more chips, narrowing his eyes at his new companions. I wonder how long it'll take them to run. Before or after I'm fast enough to catch them? Before or after the dirty deed must be done? A deed you enjoy much more than you would care to admit.
"Well what about her? The blonde over there, on that side of the street? I mean, since you've already started taking in stray cats, what's one more?" Gunnar snickered, turning back to Sol with a grin. One more mouth to feed is one more portion of food gone from the food supply, that's what one more is. His smile faltered slightly, and he parted his mouth as if to say something before deciding against it and shutting his mouth once more. Nodding to Sol, he took a step inside, and quickly his mouth fell back into a grin.
"Goddamn. If that's not a sight for sore eyes..." he breathed, taking in the shelves stocked with snacks and food. Real food. Of course, most of the stuff that was still good was the junk food- that stuff lasted ages. He could almost feel his stomach growl just looking at it. He slipped back into moving quickly and subsequently started to feel the world slow around him. He plucked a large family sized bag of chips off of one of the shelves and brought himself back towards the counter, which he lifted himself onto. The world started to speed up around him as he relaxed and slowed himself down.
Most people wouldn't have been able to adjust so quickly to a power, it was true. But after years and years of obtaining powers he'd encountered many that were similar and many mechanics to them remained the same. When he first started taking powers his control over them was pitiful. It was more of a hindrance than anything, honestly. Now he had an understanding of how powers worked by feel. Some surprised him now and then, but at this point that event was rare.
Gunnar tore open the bag of chips and then looked up as if he'd forgotten something. Looking back at the white-haired girl who'd introduced herself as Lyre, he smiled wickedly. "Oh yes, I'm sure we'll both look forward to sleeping with you." He cackled at his own joke and tossed a chip into his mouth, shifting himself so his legs hung over the counter and kicked back and forth. "Mm, sorry if my humor is a little immature and uncultured for your tastes, but if you haven't noticed, there's not much culture left these days." He chuckled to himself and crunched on a few more chips, narrowing his eyes at his new companions. I wonder how long it'll take them to run. Before or after I'm fast enough to catch them? Before or after the dirty deed must be done? A deed you enjoy much more than you would care to admit.
crystaldee
New Member
Lyre leant against the counter top, her arms crossing over her chest. Her eyes flitted towards the new figure appearing in the distance, as Gunnar mentioned. Just how many people were hidden in this wrecked city? Lyre focused in on the girl.
"She's simply watching us," Scarce noted, shrugging her shoulders. Kate, her name was. She was wary of the three adults.
"She wonders what side we are on."
Lyre contemplated signalling for the blonde to walk over, but decided against it. If she wished to join, she could so on her own terms.
Gunnar's remark about the food made her stomach feel hollow. For how long had she not had something decent to eat? Much too long. She had no idea what she would snack on first, as the sudden choice was overwhelming. The fridge with water bottles would most probably be her first option. Typically she went for practicality before satisfying taste buds.
The white-haired girl tilted her head to the side at Gunnar's wicked grin. He believed his joke had been childish, but what she had said was structured to subtly imply such thing. Not that she really intended on it, but she was pretty sure all of them had been without such endeavours for a long while.
...I wonder how long it'll take them to run. Before or after I'm fast enough to catch them? Before or after the dirty deed must be done? A deed you enjoy much more than you would care to admit...
Lyre was struck with the thought. She shifted her weight onto her left foot as Gunnar propped himself up onto the counter. He had just told her not to try anything funny, and yet in his mind he was planning the exact thing against them. It was amusing to her, because very easily she could control his thoughts and therefore his actions, so he'd be paralysed before he had his chance. She'd have to watch Gunnar, though Sol seemed safe.
"Your desires are awfully twisted," she said simply, as though she hadn't read his mind to receive such information.
"She's simply watching us," Scarce noted, shrugging her shoulders. Kate, her name was. She was wary of the three adults.
"She wonders what side we are on."
Lyre contemplated signalling for the blonde to walk over, but decided against it. If she wished to join, she could so on her own terms.
Gunnar's remark about the food made her stomach feel hollow. For how long had she not had something decent to eat? Much too long. She had no idea what she would snack on first, as the sudden choice was overwhelming. The fridge with water bottles would most probably be her first option. Typically she went for practicality before satisfying taste buds.
The white-haired girl tilted her head to the side at Gunnar's wicked grin. He believed his joke had been childish, but what she had said was structured to subtly imply such thing. Not that she really intended on it, but she was pretty sure all of them had been without such endeavours for a long while.
...I wonder how long it'll take them to run. Before or after I'm fast enough to catch them? Before or after the dirty deed must be done? A deed you enjoy much more than you would care to admit...
Lyre was struck with the thought. She shifted her weight onto her left foot as Gunnar propped himself up onto the counter. He had just told her not to try anything funny, and yet in his mind he was planning the exact thing against them. It was amusing to her, because very easily she could control his thoughts and therefore his actions, so he'd be paralysed before he had his chance. She'd have to watch Gunnar, though Sol seemed safe.
"Your desires are awfully twisted," she said simply, as though she hadn't read his mind to receive such information.
BarkWolfBacon
Night Vale Secret Police Volunteer
"Well whose desires aren't these days, Miss Scarce? Survival does funny things to people." He gave her that tired smile he had become famous for in Quantico. Women either swooned over it or tried to uncover why it was there, although Sol wasn't worried about what they wanted. He had been married once, and as far as he was concerned he still was.
He stepped outside of the gas station for a brief moment and waved in a come over here gesture to the woman in the distance, and then shut the door but left it unlocked, he would lock it and the gate after everyone was inside and safe.
"Well, welcome to my humble abode. I'm Solomon Chambers, I used to be FBI before the world caught fire. I would really appreciate if no one here tried to kill each other."
He stepped outside of the gas station for a brief moment and waved in a come over here gesture to the woman in the distance, and then shut the door but left it unlocked, he would lock it and the gate after everyone was inside and safe.
"Well, welcome to my humble abode. I'm Solomon Chambers, I used to be FBI before the world caught fire. I would really appreciate if no one here tried to kill each other."
Esoteric Truth
Junior Member
Gunnar frowned at Lyre's remarks about the other female. Hopping off the counter, bag of chips still in hand, he turned his head and looked curiously at her. How did she know that's all the girl was thinking? Her voice was so confident when she said her piece, as if it were fact, and it led him to question if that was what it in fact was. A mind reader? Perhaps... That's one power I'm not willing to take; I got enough memories in my head as it is. Last thing I need is thoughts in there confusing me more than I already am.
And then she started making remarks about him. His previous statement hadn't really been about desire. He'd just made it clear he was only joking. Or, well, at least half joking. So his desires...? Well if she was a mind reader and she read is mind, that would mean that she could've heard his thought about them running. Perhaps phrasing it a 'dirty deed' wasn't the best idea. He rolled his eyes at himself and looked intently at her, his grin almost looking like he was baring his teeth.
"Bird, you don't know anything of what you're talking about," he said darkly, before looking thankfully at Sol. "Indeed. Surviving changes people. See, I don't know who I used to be. All the memories get a little jumbled up in here, makes it a little hard to discern my past from someone else's." Gunnar tapped his head and looked back at the white-haired girl, not smiling anymore, just deathly serious.
"Birdie, to explain myself, I guess telling both of you my ability is the best way to make you understand. I wasn't talking about doing anything to you two. It's just that normally people aren't fond of what I do. They move on real quick, either by my personality which would be before I get to demonstrate, or after they see what I do. Now, I take powers. The person still has the power while I have it, it's not like its permanently mine or anything. Lasts about a day given the right circumstances." He sighed and got up, walking over to the drinks and grabbing himself a soda, which was lukewarm but still good, considering he hadn't had one in almost twelve years. He hopped back up onto the counter and smiled back at his companions.
"Now, that's the light side of it. See, I can only hold onto the power for pretty much the amount of time that I'm touching the person. If I touch their blood, however, I keep it for longer. If I eat it I usually keep it until I sleep, which is usually when my system resets. Obviously in this cut-throat environment we're in, the last option is the best. I don't have to kill them. Just take a little blood," he explained, for once a smile gone from his face and instead a tired, bored look, one that betrayed the fact that h'ed tried to explain this many times with the same exact reaction. "Now along with their power I get who they are as a person. Their memories. And I've done this so many times I guess, from the time I was a boy, that I get them confused with myself. I've got a lot of them in there. Hell if I know which ones are mine at this point."
And then she started making remarks about him. His previous statement hadn't really been about desire. He'd just made it clear he was only joking. Or, well, at least half joking. So his desires...? Well if she was a mind reader and she read is mind, that would mean that she could've heard his thought about them running. Perhaps phrasing it a 'dirty deed' wasn't the best idea. He rolled his eyes at himself and looked intently at her, his grin almost looking like he was baring his teeth.
"Bird, you don't know anything of what you're talking about," he said darkly, before looking thankfully at Sol. "Indeed. Surviving changes people. See, I don't know who I used to be. All the memories get a little jumbled up in here, makes it a little hard to discern my past from someone else's." Gunnar tapped his head and looked back at the white-haired girl, not smiling anymore, just deathly serious.
"Birdie, to explain myself, I guess telling both of you my ability is the best way to make you understand. I wasn't talking about doing anything to you two. It's just that normally people aren't fond of what I do. They move on real quick, either by my personality which would be before I get to demonstrate, or after they see what I do. Now, I take powers. The person still has the power while I have it, it's not like its permanently mine or anything. Lasts about a day given the right circumstances." He sighed and got up, walking over to the drinks and grabbing himself a soda, which was lukewarm but still good, considering he hadn't had one in almost twelve years. He hopped back up onto the counter and smiled back at his companions.
"Now, that's the light side of it. See, I can only hold onto the power for pretty much the amount of time that I'm touching the person. If I touch their blood, however, I keep it for longer. If I eat it I usually keep it until I sleep, which is usually when my system resets. Obviously in this cut-throat environment we're in, the last option is the best. I don't have to kill them. Just take a little blood," he explained, for once a smile gone from his face and instead a tired, bored look, one that betrayed the fact that h'ed tried to explain this many times with the same exact reaction. "Now along with their power I get who they are as a person. Their memories. And I've done this so many times I guess, from the time I was a boy, that I get them confused with myself. I've got a lot of them in there. Hell if I know which ones are mine at this point."
BarkWolfBacon
Night Vale Secret Police Volunteer
That explains his behavior. Sol thought, smiling to himself. He was glad to know his profiling abilities hadn't dwindled outside the Bureau, this man was just a veritable buffet of personalities. Gunnar's power was certainly creepy, but Sol thought maybe Gunnar was a better man than even the poor bastard himself knew. It took a special breed of control to not turn into a bad guy with a power like that. In a way, Sol felt bad for the man. Life is hard enough on the average person, years of crime scenes had shown Sol that. But to have God knows how many lifetimes of suffering all folded up in your brain....how miserable.
"I'm a mutant too. I can transmute elements, water to fire, salt to water, etc. Bureau called it Alchemy. I can also turn my body into a vapor, which I suppose is another form of transmutation. Thats how I got in here, through a crack under the door."
"I'm a mutant too. I can transmute elements, water to fire, salt to water, etc. Bureau called it Alchemy. I can also turn my body into a vapor, which I suppose is another form of transmutation. Thats how I got in here, through a crack under the door."
crystaldee
New Member
Sol had said survival did funny things to people. But she disagreed. Survival brought out who you really were. It wasn't funny; survival was simply a grater, ridding a person of everything they pretended to be. It left the strong, while the weak-minded were sent off the planet.
When Gunnar's mind drifted to conclusions, Lyre felt safer. He had been opposed to taking her power, which meant she would evade an attack. Even though she was relieved, she also felt sympathy. He didnt want his mind any more boggled and she understood that completely. All her life, she'd been bombarded by the thoughts of all thosr around her, her mind never belonging to her alone. The invasion was horrifying. The small trip she had made too far into his mind had given her a shock. His life was made up of memories that weren't even truly his. Did that mean his personality was pulled from others? His experiences someone elses?
Scarce smiled at Sol's intorduction.
"FBI, sweet," she said. When Gunnar turned towards her, his face serious, she was a little wary of what he was about to tell her. She was surprised with what he said about his personality. To her, his laid-back but don't-screw-with-me-attitide was appealing. As he continued explaining, Lyre was nodding.
"Sounds like a vampire," she chuckled. So what she had thought about his memories were right. She couldnt imagine not knowing your past exactly. She knew the feeling of not having control of your own mind, and falling into the patterns of someone elses and she hated that. The thought of not knowing who she truly was, seemed horrible.
Sol's introduction was interesting also, but she had already known that. Elemental powers intrigued her. Sometimes she wished she had some of her own so that her abilities could be visble. Instead, all her talents were hidden inside her own head, wrapped in a pretty paper of a beautiful face.
The white-haired girl figured they'd want an introduction from her, but she didn't know how much she wanted to reveal.
"I'm supposing you wish me to introduce mine now?" she said smoothly, fidgeting onto her right foot. Gunnar had already guessed her power, but he wasn't certain. Lyre pushed herself up onto the counter in one very fluid motion.
Unfortunately... She spoke to their minds, her eyes settling onto each man individually.
I have the power to see minds as open books, and write my own words in them. She figured that was bit of a nice way to put it, as it sounded like not so much of a burden, so she corrected herself.
"Or maybe it's more like a god awful deafening speaker."
When Gunnar's mind drifted to conclusions, Lyre felt safer. He had been opposed to taking her power, which meant she would evade an attack. Even though she was relieved, she also felt sympathy. He didnt want his mind any more boggled and she understood that completely. All her life, she'd been bombarded by the thoughts of all thosr around her, her mind never belonging to her alone. The invasion was horrifying. The small trip she had made too far into his mind had given her a shock. His life was made up of memories that weren't even truly his. Did that mean his personality was pulled from others? His experiences someone elses?
Scarce smiled at Sol's intorduction.
"FBI, sweet," she said. When Gunnar turned towards her, his face serious, she was a little wary of what he was about to tell her. She was surprised with what he said about his personality. To her, his laid-back but don't-screw-with-me-attitide was appealing. As he continued explaining, Lyre was nodding.
"Sounds like a vampire," she chuckled. So what she had thought about his memories were right. She couldnt imagine not knowing your past exactly. She knew the feeling of not having control of your own mind, and falling into the patterns of someone elses and she hated that. The thought of not knowing who she truly was, seemed horrible.
Sol's introduction was interesting also, but she had already known that. Elemental powers intrigued her. Sometimes she wished she had some of her own so that her abilities could be visble. Instead, all her talents were hidden inside her own head, wrapped in a pretty paper of a beautiful face.
The white-haired girl figured they'd want an introduction from her, but she didn't know how much she wanted to reveal.
"I'm supposing you wish me to introduce mine now?" she said smoothly, fidgeting onto her right foot. Gunnar had already guessed her power, but he wasn't certain. Lyre pushed herself up onto the counter in one very fluid motion.
Unfortunately... She spoke to their minds, her eyes settling onto each man individually.
I have the power to see minds as open books, and write my own words in them. She figured that was bit of a nice way to put it, as it sounded like not so much of a burden, so she corrected herself.
"Or maybe it's more like a god awful deafening speaker."
Esoteric Truth
Junior Member
((I'm going to give JustanotherRPer a day to reply before we continue on, okay? ))
Wrath Of Athena
The Last
Kate had been hoping they wouldn't notice her, at least not until she knew their allegiance. "Damn," She muttered to herself when they noticed her presence from across the street. From their looks, she assumed they were rebels, but you could never be too careful in this new shithole of a world. She walked over to the gas station, wary of any potential attacks.
"Is there room for me in there?" She asked hesitantly, still not sure of whether they could be trusted. But, she needed a place to stay for the night. And if they did turn out to be Loyalists, then she would deal with them appropriately. For now, she would have to trust them. Kate's clothes were ragged and torn, but there were no injuries to be seen on her. She realized that this may look suspicious, but decided to wait until someone pointed it out to explain it.
"Is there room for me in there?" She asked hesitantly, still not sure of whether they could be trusted. But, she needed a place to stay for the night. And if they did turn out to be Loyalists, then she would deal with them appropriately. For now, she would have to trust them. Kate's clothes were ragged and torn, but there were no injuries to be seen on her. She realized that this may look suspicious, but decided to wait until someone pointed it out to explain it.
BarkWolfBacon
Night Vale Secret Police Volunteer
Sol opened the door and invited her in. "You look about as bad as I do, come in. Theres advil and bandages in here too- so get yourself patched up."
After Kate was in Sol locked the door and the cage, breathing a sigh of relief as he did so. The dust and grime from the outside made the gas station near impossible to see into. They would be safe here. He turned and looked out at all the food and supplies on the shelves. He had eaten a couple protein bars for quick satisfaction, but his stomach was growling again. There were some canned stews and chef boyardee meals in one aisle, and he grabbed as many as he could, setting them down with a few can openers he had taken from one of the shelves.
"How about we talk over dinner?"
He had to smile, he would eat till he was stuffed for the first time in a long while.
After Kate was in Sol locked the door and the cage, breathing a sigh of relief as he did so. The dust and grime from the outside made the gas station near impossible to see into. They would be safe here. He turned and looked out at all the food and supplies on the shelves. He had eaten a couple protein bars for quick satisfaction, but his stomach was growling again. There were some canned stews and chef boyardee meals in one aisle, and he grabbed as many as he could, setting them down with a few can openers he had taken from one of the shelves.
"How about we talk over dinner?"
He had to smile, he would eat till he was stuffed for the first time in a long while.
Esoteric Truth
Junior Member
The blonde woman had noticed that they'd been watching her and walked over to them, asking for entrance. Before any of them could even try to screen her, Sol let her in. Gunnar supposed this was his right as he was the one who'd gotten into the place anyway, and so in one way or another it kind of belonged to him. The dark haired man tightened his mouth and shrugged before slipping down from the counter, leaving his chips behind him. He looked intently at her, his back leaning against the counter, his near-black eyes thoughtful.
This one's interesting. Her clothes are torn but she's unscathed. She was a pretty thing, blonde with wavy hair and slightly slanted blue eyes. While Bird was pretty in a strange and edgy manner, this woman was classically beautiful. He admired her soft features, like something out of a storybook. Cinderella, perhaps. He'd loved someone like her once. Someone had, anyway. He supposed that even though she was beautiful it wasn't in a terribly unique or uncommon way, which was probably why right now he wasn't terribly attracted to her, not in this present state of mind. She's pretty but she's bland. She's like a wafer cookie. It tastes alright, but given the option between a wafer cookie and a key lime pie, you'd choose the key lime pie every time.
"So what's your name?" he said slowly, a slight smirk on his face as he looked at her. He turned towards Sol, and nodded his head. "I could do for dinner. Don't get me wrong, chips are great but I could kill for a substantial meal." Gunnar eyed the cans with hunger, and smiled. Not literally of course, if you're still worried about that, Mind Reader. I like the ring to that. Not near as much as Bird, though. 'Cause if I called you Mind Reader I guess you could call me Vampire. Which I'm not. I like garlic. And I don't like eating blood. Well, I at least didn't at first. I think. I don't even know my standing on it anymore.
This one's interesting. Her clothes are torn but she's unscathed. She was a pretty thing, blonde with wavy hair and slightly slanted blue eyes. While Bird was pretty in a strange and edgy manner, this woman was classically beautiful. He admired her soft features, like something out of a storybook. Cinderella, perhaps. He'd loved someone like her once. Someone had, anyway. He supposed that even though she was beautiful it wasn't in a terribly unique or uncommon way, which was probably why right now he wasn't terribly attracted to her, not in this present state of mind. She's pretty but she's bland. She's like a wafer cookie. It tastes alright, but given the option between a wafer cookie and a key lime pie, you'd choose the key lime pie every time.
"So what's your name?" he said slowly, a slight smirk on his face as he looked at her. He turned towards Sol, and nodded his head. "I could do for dinner. Don't get me wrong, chips are great but I could kill for a substantial meal." Gunnar eyed the cans with hunger, and smiled. Not literally of course, if you're still worried about that, Mind Reader. I like the ring to that. Not near as much as Bird, though. 'Cause if I called you Mind Reader I guess you could call me Vampire. Which I'm not. I like garlic. And I don't like eating blood. Well, I at least didn't at first. I think. I don't even know my standing on it anymore.
crystaldee
New Member
Lyre nodded toward the new girl, friendly. Another one with physical powers. Healing is always helpful. Sol made a comment about 'cleaning up' but Scarce knew that Kate wouldn't need any first aid supplies. She noticed that Kate was still wary about what their allegiance was, so she tried to reassure her.
"I guess I'd label us as rebels," she said simply. "Although, this one's a little dodgy." Lyre tipped her head towards Gunnar, smirking slightly.
Her stomach perked up when their was a mention of dinner. She hadnt had a proper meal for ages, but it'd been even longer since she'd had a group meal. It was strange how the four people had been suddenly squished together in a tiny gas station. Coincidence or not, it was going to be the most interesting thing the lot of them had had to go through in a long while. Human interaction was beginning to become a foreign concept.
Scarce's smirk became wider as Gunnar rattled on in his mind about the prettiness of the new one. She found the resemblance to the desserts most ridiculous and very amusing. When he started directly thinking thoughts towards her way, her eyes widened. No one had ever done that before. She turned her head towards him slightly and laughed a little at his internal rant about vampires and garlic, but she didn't really have a reply. She was a little too stunned about him talking to her mentally.
"I guess I'd label us as rebels," she said simply. "Although, this one's a little dodgy." Lyre tipped her head towards Gunnar, smirking slightly.
Her stomach perked up when their was a mention of dinner. She hadnt had a proper meal for ages, but it'd been even longer since she'd had a group meal. It was strange how the four people had been suddenly squished together in a tiny gas station. Coincidence or not, it was going to be the most interesting thing the lot of them had had to go through in a long while. Human interaction was beginning to become a foreign concept.
Scarce's smirk became wider as Gunnar rattled on in his mind about the prettiness of the new one. She found the resemblance to the desserts most ridiculous and very amusing. When he started directly thinking thoughts towards her way, her eyes widened. No one had ever done that before. She turned her head towards him slightly and laughed a little at his internal rant about vampires and garlic, but she didn't really have a reply. She was a little too stunned about him talking to her mentally.
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Wrath Of Athena
The Last
"Thanks, but medicine won't be necessary," Kate said to Sol, glad that they weren't Loyalists. "Food sounds good." Damn, when was the last time she'd had a complete meal? Months, at least. This was going to be amazing, even if it was just heated up canned ravioli or something. Any real food was going to be like heaven to her tastebuds. "So, what are your names?" She asked, figuring she might as well get to know them. She probably was going to be working with them, since they were Rebels. Well, the blood soaked man she wasn't sure about, but the other two claimed to be Rebels. And if they aren't, at least I'll have something to carve on their gravestones, She thought to herself. Wow, that was really morbid. Well, I guess this is a morbid world we live in, with all the humans mindless beasts and the rest of us at each others' throats.
BarkWolfBacon
Night Vale Secret Police Volunteer
Sol sat down, placing a couple unopened can openers with the food he had found on the shelves.
"I'm Solomon Chambers, used to be Special Agent Chambers, but Armageddons tend to destroy titles along with everything else." He smiled wearily and began to open a can of spaghettios. His wife had loved spaghettios, she always joked that all she needed was expensive wine and cheap spaghettios. His smile failed a bit as he thought of her...from the moment she was gone he had missed her, and it hadn't faded one bit in the days since. Her upturned nose and short blonde hair, the way that she looked at him sometimes; the moments when her eyes would show love that words could never describe. I love you was too little to describe how that woman had loved him, but her eyes never had any problem showing Sol the true emotion.
Jesus I miss you, Kassi.
He suddenly wasn't as hungry as he had been before.
"Mutant, as I suppose we all are around here. I came here looking for the rebels I have heard so much about, but I haven't had much luck finding them. Glad to meet some faces that don't want to eat me at first glance, though."
"I'm Solomon Chambers, used to be Special Agent Chambers, but Armageddons tend to destroy titles along with everything else." He smiled wearily and began to open a can of spaghettios. His wife had loved spaghettios, she always joked that all she needed was expensive wine and cheap spaghettios. His smile failed a bit as he thought of her...from the moment she was gone he had missed her, and it hadn't faded one bit in the days since. Her upturned nose and short blonde hair, the way that she looked at him sometimes; the moments when her eyes would show love that words could never describe. I love you was too little to describe how that woman had loved him, but her eyes never had any problem showing Sol the true emotion.
Jesus I miss you, Kassi.
He suddenly wasn't as hungry as he had been before.
"Mutant, as I suppose we all are around here. I came here looking for the rebels I have heard so much about, but I haven't had much luck finding them. Glad to meet some faces that don't want to eat me at first glance, though."
