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Fantasy Feral is the new Normal

Trevor B Harper

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Feral is the new Normal

Reporting a sighting. Code FMI, I repeat, code FMI. 54th and 35th street crossroad. Canine shape shifter spotted demolishing an innocent lady's car. I cannot see much, howeve... Shi... The f... Ge... Argh...........
Police Officer William Randall Jackson, Police Department, 2:33 AM, Kovesgrove


Static sounds came right after as the whole police department got on their feet, into their cars and driving down the roads to the spot reported. This is the almost every day life of Kovesgrove, a town in the middle of the US. Bacteria XIP-668 spread three years ago, infecting a tenth of the town's population before it could be stopped. There was no antidote. Infected began showing severe symptoms. Some started changing shape, others got distinct features, some got their senses heightened and some could even change their form at will. It is known as the Feral Mutant Infection to the general population, FMI for short. That's how the townspeople call the infected - FMI. They are afraid of the FMI. They think they're a threat. And they are not guilty for thinking so as some are actually a threat. Some are dangerous. They use their new abilities to terrorize civilians.


People that have been infected with the virus are categorized into these species:


Mammal - These mutants have the distinct features of a mammal animal, possessing one or few traits of a certain animal.


Reptiles - These mutants have the distinct features of a reptile animal, possessing one or few traits of a certain animal.


Birds - These mutants have the distinct features of a bird animal, possessing one or few traits of a certain animal.


Insects - These mutants have the distinct features of an insect animal, possessing one or few traits of a certain animal.


Arachnids - These mutants have the distinct features of an arachnid animal, possessing one or few traits of a certain animal.


Aquatic - These mutants have the distinct features of an aquatic animal, possessing one or few traits of a certain animal.


When infected, people have different reactions to the virus. Here are the currently recorded effects:


- Possessing one or few animal traits. Such as having fur, growing fangs and claws, growing a tail, growing a long tongue, growing wings and so on...


- Heightened senses. Such as better hearing, better smell and so on, however, these often fell more pain than they normally would as pain is also heightened.


- Partial Transformation. With this effect the infected usually can transform one or several of their limbs and other body parts into full on animal ones. This is extremely rare and has only been sighted twice.


- Shape Shift. This effect allows the infected to fully transform into the animal gene they are infected with. This gives all of the features the animal would have, however, kills the ability to speak with humans and understand them.


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Places of Interest

You may create your own places within this town. These are the only ones that will be used within the plot.


Central District

- Willbourne


A bar where most of the FMI hang out, as it's runner is also one of them. A shape shifter. They are welcome there to feel like at home. Until the police finds out.


- Kovesgrove Police Department


Pretty self explanatory. A police department standing somewhere within the town. They mostly get FMI alerts nowadays.



Urban District

- Apartments and Houses


Places where people live in, obviously.



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1. Regular RPN Rules apply.


2. Don't cheat.


3. Don't be an asshole.


4. Swearing is allowed.


5. Have fun.


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Character Name Animal Type Animal Small Description Player Link to CS
David West Mammal Wolf A 25 year olf wolf shape shifter Wiggle Click Me
Lindsy Blake Mammal Jaguar A 27 year old shape shifter with a hot temper. Trevor B Harper Click Me
Allen Courcier Reptile Chameleon A 19 year old guy who's a pro at lurking. VolcanicMagma Click Me
Xander Brown Mammal Horse A 22 year olf horse shape shifter, also the bartender of Willbourne. Solitaire Click Me
Babylon Core Aquatic Great White Shark A 21 year old shark shape shifter with a huge bladder. KneelingAngel Click Me
Meredith Caine Mammal Red Fox A 24 year old girl with the senses of a fox. Meredith Click Me
Attor Yoshida Reptile Palm Pit Python A 21 year old green eyed dude who's skin goes hard when angry. Khalamity Click Me
Gabriel Jagier Aquatic Cone Snail A 27 year old guy who shoots spines out of his palms. Seraph Click Me
Eun-Hwa (Ella) Jung Bird Peregrine Falcon A 22 year old girl who sprouts wings to fly. firejay1 Click Me
Elliot J. Aquatic Jellyfish A 23 year old rich ass dude that owns a library and has tentacles. Mintsong Click Me


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July 5th, 2014, 2:27 AM


Kovesgrove Central District.
Kovesgrove is nothing but a city dating far back to the medieval ages. Some of the buildings still date back to those times, such as the Koves Castle which stands on a hill just outside the town itself, the remnants of a once huge stone wall surrounding the town which was now stretched much farther than the wall used to stand, and of course, let's not forget the ever lasting Willbourne, a tavern in the center of the town. It is a tavern not much people go to as it is often met by fights and debts. A perfect place for the FMI to hang out. A few people sometimes also visit the Willbourne, however, they rarely come out alive. If they do, they're scarred or infected. Even though the atmospheric infection was stopped, they can still be infected if they come in contact with another FMI's saliva or blood. Infecting another person was a huge deal. They often die from the infection, and new bloods don't know the rules set by the old FMI's. There are a few basic rules every FMI needs to know to survive. And those are not to show their full potential in public and not to kill without need. Of course, there are always those who do not follow the rules, but they often get caught by the police and killed. There is no cure for this infection. The police are ordered to kill every single one FMI alive.


This night wasn't different from any other - tens of FMI's sat in the tavern, conversing, fighting, betting on the local sports teams. A man barged in through the door of the tavern. A guy rather. In his mid 20's. With his arm baring huge teeth marks and dripping blood as if it was a fountain.


"Jesus Christ! That asshole bit me! She bit me! The FMI bit me! Please, someone, help!" He yelled just before he noticed that this tavern was different. Some of the people there had features of animals. He realized that he came to the wrong place. 
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Lindsy barged in right after the man. Her face was still changing shape from a jaguar. Her teeth shortened as she grinned. She walked in wearing a leather jacket decorated with metal buttons and leather greaves. She held a motorcycle helmet in her arms as she looked around the tavern.


"Well, someone help the poor guy, a jaguar just bit him!" She laughed, as did everyone else within the tavern.


"You know the rules, Lindsy," The bartender said, "You bite him, you treat him. Can't treat him? Then kill him." He continued. That was a saying he came up with, however, the rule was true. If an FMI bites a person, they have to teach them control.
 
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Meredith grinned at the man. She leaned foreward.


"The FMI?" She asked. "There's more than one of us here, buddy." She chuckled slightly. "Even as a doctor, I can't do anything about a bite. My best advice would be to quit your job and distance yourself from your family. If you survive, that is." Her fangs out, she smiled, more broadly. "You're lucky if she doesn't just kill you." She stood from her stool, walking up to the pair. "I'm Meredith Caine." She said to the jaguar, reaching out to shake her hand. Her slight claws protruded from the ends of her fingers. "Plenty of medical supplies with me if you'll need them."
 
Babylon watched it all happen from her spot in the corner of the tavern, sipping from her water as she worked on her paper about sharks. The guy was over reacting, the more he panicked the quicker he would die. "Give it up." Babylon said from her spot. "The quicker your heart rate it the faster you blood pumps, the faster the infection courses through your body. Please just shut up and die in piece, some of us have homework to do." She took another sip of water and turned back to her notebook.
 
Lindsy Blake
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"Hear that, pal? Grumpy crowd this evening." She giggled again as she looked at the brunette girl in front of her that just addressed her and told Lindsy her name. "Ah, nice to meet you, I'm Lindsy." She continued, however, did not give her a handshake. She pushed the scared man to the side and gazed at him with her brown eyes. "Look, here's a choice I'm willing to give you. Either you get killed by me or I teach you how to be an FMI." She smiled at the poor lad bitten.


The guy, however, chose to live instead of dying. "T-teach me." He said all teary and scared before he passed out right there on the floor.


"Well, too late for that." Lindsy said as she approached him and ripped into his throat with her teeth, biting a chunk out.


"Swomeone cwean this mesh upf." She said with her mouth full of meat.



@Meredith
 
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Meredith winced at the blood.


"Any others humans in here will become infected. I doubt there are any, though." She looked down at the man's corpse, and her stomach ached. I want some of that, goddamit. She was a vegitarian - always had been, and hopefully always will be. "Of course," She said lightly to the bartender, "There are a few of us that have neither been cared for or killed. And that can go one of two ways." She reached down, scooping up a bit of blood from the floor, she dripped it into a vial. "This'll be an interesting sample, thank you." She murmured to Lindsy. She smiled slightly.
 
Although Attor had come to terms with his condition, he certainly hadn't warmed up to the idea of making friends with any of the other FMI. He told himself he didn't understand the things they did, why the lot of them thought that contracting this infection put them above normal humans. It was a classic tale of power abuse. The girl who'd walked into the bar, the jaguar, was someone Attor would stay away from. With this sort of thinking one would assume he'd keep a fifty mile radius between himself and this place, this safe haven for FMI's. Sadly, deep down, some part of Attor yearned to be around others of his "kind." People who understood him, who could see him for what he was and not want to murder him on the spot.


This place always brought such pleasant thoughts.


"Another house draft please," Attor murmured to the bartender. He turned slightly on his barstool and continued to watch the going-ons around him.
 
The iron smell of blood reached Babylon's nose. She eyes turned black with hunger, but she restrained herself. Though the smell of blood made her hungry, she knew that humans didn't taste very well, they were just a good bite. Quickly drinking the last of her water, Babylon quickly grabbed her things and stuffed them into her backpack before walking up to the bar. "Thanks for the drink." She said to the bartender and placed the 1,5 liter bottle on the counter. She turned to the guy with bright green eyes, gave him a smile before thanking the bartender again and quickly walking out of the tavern, walking around the dead body and blood in a big bow. Once she was outside the doors, she leaned on her knees and took a deep breath of fresh air, cleaning her head. "I think I'm starting to go mental." She said and adjusted her bag on her shoulder before heading home.
 
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"Go right ahead. He's dead anyway." Lindsy spoke as she stepped over the dead man to walk to the back door which had a WC sign on it. Her intention was to wash the blood off her hands. As she walked towards the bathroom, she yelled out loud: "Someone clean up the mess!" Even though she wasn't anything more than a normal visitor there, everybody knew her. Everybody knew the blonde jaguar girl. She felt like the spotlight here at Willbourne.


She entered the bathroom with a smile on her face. It was a simple bathroom with a sink, a mirror and a toilet. Nothing fancy. She washed the blood off her hands and washed her face. It was quite dirty from the chase. She chased the poor man down the street before biting him. She tends to have fun like that.
 
Gabriel walked slowly down the side walk until he reached the center of town finding the tavern,Willbourne. He pushed open the door looking around and bumped into some girl carrying her bag ready to leave "Hey watch it!...you...fine...fine piece of art you." Gabriel said before walking away with a final wink. He looked down, grimacing at the dead body on the floor bleeding all over the place. "Oh, that is simply fowl...how can any one live like this." He kicked the body causing it to flip over on its stomach so he didn't have to see its face. Gabriel scowled and sat down at the bar taking someone else's napkin and wiping off some blood from his shoe. "There...much better I'm all clean and I don't have to look at that things face while I drink." He threw the bloodied napkin on the ground and called the bar tender. "I want a martini with one of those little umbrellas."
 
She walked on a high horse, this Lindsy Blake character. Attor had gotten used to seeing her around the bar. At first her presence had frightened her. Then she'd irritated him. Now she was simply a mild annoyance that he was usually able to ignore. Something about the body on the floor, however, such little respect for the dead, struck a nerve. He nodded to the bartender and threw a few bills on the table. Lindsy had just disappeared into the bathroom. Attor didn't barge in on her; no, he'd rather make the scene public. He leaned against the opposite side of the bathroom door, his lithe build hunched against the wood. He crossed his arms, sideways frown on his face, and waited.
 
Fine piece of art? Babylon thought as she walked. Ha, that's funny! The guy doesn't even know. She covered her mouth and doubled over in laugher. After a minute of laughing she took a deep breath and calmed down, reaching for her phone. "Huh?" Babylon checked every pocket, jeans, hoodie and even her backpack, but her phone wasn't with her. "Of course, just when I'm almost home." She huffed and turned back around, hurrying back to the tavern.
 
Lindsy Blake
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As she turned to the door of the bathroom she shook her hands off from the water. There were no paper towels in this place. That sucked. She had to either wipe her hands onto her clothes, which she didn't want to, or shake them off, which she had to. She gripped the door handle and rotated it, however, the door didn't budge. "Oh seriously?" She muttered as she pushed it a few times. It pushed, so it wasn't locked, however, it wouldn't open. The smart thing in this situation would have been to yell out to see what happened, however, to a hot tempered woman like Lindsy that wasn't the way to go. She stepped back a notch and launched her foot at the door, kicking it as hard as she could. It didn't break the door, however, it did push the person who was holding it away. She opened the door to see that it was some teenage emo guy.


"The fuck do you think you're doing?" Lindy spoke to the black haired guy who was on the ground.


@Khalamity
 
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Allen wasn't nervous, though the shaking of his body clearly made it so. He was surprised that NO-ONE had noticed him, after all this time. He watched the scene of the jaguar woman tearing a man's throat apart to people calmly chatting like everything was normal, did this...virus just change humanity?


The murderer went to the bathroom to clean up her mouth, but he was guessing she was doing that. Allen shivered, his body still camouflaged by the wall he was standing in front of. Being a Chameleon type, he could be one hell of a lurker, but a wimpy one. Before he finally had gotten the courage to remove his camouflage ability, a spikey blonde haired man that was leaning on the bathroom door of the murderer was knocked to the ground. Looks like the murderer was angry, and he was right. The jaguar-shape shifter came out of the bathroom stall, yelling.


Allen rushed from the wall to the floor, since he accidentally tripped trying to run somewhere. His body changed colour to the floor and he let out a groan. Hopefully his glasses didn't break.
 
Elliot managed to finally find the stupid bar after weeks of locating. Seriously, it took him weeks. He opened the door and strode in like a boss. "Barkeep, give me a..." He started before sitting down on the chair. Huh, comfy. "Diet Coke." He finished.
 
Babylon quickly walked back into the tavern but tripped the moment she stepped in. She fell to the floor with a loud thump and groaned in pain. This was not her idea of fun. Sitting straight she turned to see when she had tripped over, but saw noting. When she tilted her head she saw that it was a person. "Please don't tell me that your girlfriend is the floor and that you're making out with it." She said in a sarcastic tone before smiling. "What the hell are you doing on the floor?"
 
He hissed in surprise as he felt a foot hook onto his side and a body thudding onto the floor next to him. Well shit, looks like he tripped someone.


Allen stiffened as he heard the person's voice speaking to him. Well, he thought it was. At first, he thought of just staying still, not replying and being one with the floor. Allen took a few seconds before sighing in defeat, he can't be a floor. God damn it. The boy slowly turned his head and allowed his face to become it's normal colour, instead of blending in with the floor.


"I...uh, tripped." He replied meekly, his cheek squashed on the side. Allen could feel his glasses slowly starting to break in this position. Realising this, he quickly sat up as well and took them off.


"Haha, very funny. Your sarcasm hurts." Allen mumbled as he inspected the lenses and frame, hoping it wasn't cracked, if it was, he would end up being a bat-chameleon.
 
Ella stood on the roof of her dorm wearing a backless, dark purple dress with black leggings. It was 3 a.m. No one was going to see her. Or so she reassured herself, as she had to do every time she stood up here. Taking a deep breath, she closed her eyes. When she opened them again, a pair of grey, speckled wings adorned her back, and her dark eyes were rimmed in gold. Her wings flapped experimentally, once, twice, and then gave a great whoosh as she took off, flying up into the air.


One of her quiet smiles appeared on her face at the feeling of freedom as the wind rushed past her face, howling and biting with cold. She looked down at the ground, so inconsequential and small beneath her, and was, for once, glad that she had been infected. If only she didn't have to be afraid, every day, of someone finding out and destroying everything she'd worked so hard for.


Her sharp, falcon eyes picked out the sight of Willbourne, as it always did. Some were entering, some were leaving. It always tempted her. She always convinced herself not to go in. This time, though, the temptation was so great. There was no one around at the moment, and she'd brought a scarf to... Oh who was she kidding? She'd have to take it off if she went in there. Still.... Taking a deep breath, she allowed her wings to guide herself to the tavern, slipping inside as quietly as she could and sticking to the walls. She watched everyone else silently with her sharp eyes, scanning the crowd. A girl had just tripped over a boy with glasses, who looked... oddly familiar. They seemed... mostly normal enough. Except for the body on the ground. Yup, the bloody body. Glued to the spot by the sight, Ella stayed almost trapped against the wall she was shrinking herself into.
 
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He received his diet coke. He eyed it with annoyance, they had the indecency to not put it in a glass. Luckily, he brought his own. He pulled out a wine glass and poured the drink into it before sipping.
 
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"Sorry." Babylon said and got up, stretching out her hand to the other on the floor. "Next time stick to the wall, it harder to make people trip that way." She hoped her dad wouldn't kill her and eat her for dinner, she had promised to be back home it time and she was already running late. She just had to find her phone quickly.


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Allen placed his glasses on his face and wiggled around a bit since he liked positioning his glasses properly on his face without the use of his hands, odd habit. He stared at the extended hand and slowly took it, surprised at her strong grip. His body returned to it's original colour, the colour of his clothes he was currently wearing and other things when he stood up from the tavern floor.


"I was against the wall, but then I tripped." Allen repeated, scratching his black hair. Now he didn't know what to do.


"Uh...what brings you here or something? You're not gonna eat me, are you?"
 

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The best part of tending the nightshift was sleeping away the day. The best part of what happened to him thanks to the virus? He really didn't need a car anymore. His hooves clip clopped on the pavement as he trotted his way down the pavement, the sound echoing along the quiet streets. It was hilarious to watch non-infected humans staring as a stallion casually made it's way down towards the Central District of the city, heading for the Willbourne. As the building came into sight, he shifted back into his human form, the last features fading as he pushed the front door open.


As usual, the bar was far from quiet and there was a faint scent of blood in the air, which wasn't really abnormal. He was running a little late, so he hurried through the main room, waving to the gathered bodies and vanished into the back room to start his shift. Donning his uniform, he left the back room and replaced the other guy who was just finishing his shift. Grabbing a bar rag, he started to clean up some of the spilled drinks that hadn't been wiped off the wooden bar yet.
 
"Don't worry, I don't eat people with FMI, they're not that tasty actually." Babylon said. "They still taste like human, no matter what animal they are. I'm not like that jaguar bitch, so you're safe." She dusted off here clothes and looked around. "I just forgot my phone. My dad will hang me if I'm late again. He'll probably have me for dinner." She quickly walked over to the table she had been sitting at before, grabbed her phone that was on the chair and stuffed it in her pocket, before quickly walking back to the guy. "I'm Babylon Core by the way." She stuck out her hand again. "Aquatic."
 
"Get a room you two!" Elliot suddenly shouted as he chucked a crushed can of diet coke at the two who seemed to be having a lovey dovey moment. In a fortunate, or unfortunate set of circumstances, the can bounced off the girl and smacked right into the boy's schnoz.
 
Babylon froze when some random stranger shouted something at her and got him by a can. Her head snapped towards the man and her eyes became as black as those of a shark. With in seconds, she had the guy buy his collar and pinned against the bar counter, not really caring out the mess she was making.


"Unless you want to keep your fucking head." She snarled. "I would keep that mouth of yours shut before I drown you and shred you to pieces, you puny little creature!"


Babylon was very close to tossing the guy in the nearest pond, lake, whatever, and eat him. she could hear the soundtrack of Jaws playing in her head.
 
Elliot used his free hands to reach for his gun and wrap his entire hand around her arm. "Now, let me go..." He simultaneously transformed his fingers into tentacles and zapped her, hard, to weaken her grip, kicked her away, pulled out his XVR and aimed at her head. "..Good, now go back to whatever you were doing before this."
 

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