Futuristic Gastrea Virus (zombie RP)

[Kitsu]

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Credit to

@The Unamed Beast for fleshing out my idea. She is also co-thread master.

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The planet Gastrea. Seemed like a paradise when we first settled after years of floating through space. Honestly now I would rather be on the nuclear polluted Earth. In order for you to understand, we must go into our past.

In the year 2455, after years of Nuclear Warfare on Earth, Project "FROST" (Frontier Response Organizational Settlement Terrestrial) was commandeered. It was Humanities only chance at survival. It was to take us out into space to find a habitable planet to call our new home. It took 50 years to get organized, but they finally did it and built many space crafts to pilot the next frontier. They had left Earth, a nuclear wastland now, behind in the year 2505.

It took many years and many were starting to give up hope. Then humanity stumbled upon their salvation. A planet they named Gastrea. Once landed, they found many Natural resources found on and off of their old home. It seemed to be paradise. It was truly a break from the many years at war. It all changed after 150 years on the planet.

A new parasite was found in 2655, one that was indigenous to the planet. They accuratly called it the "Gastrea Virus." A dangerous Parasite that should have been contained properly. It got out and infected a scientist. Once he was infected it was not long until many others were as well. Humanity attempted escape, but in the commotion all of the spacecrafts had blown up.

We are now in a zombie apocalypse and we must survive. We have to survive for everyone else. Are you one that has succumbed to madness or have you kept your cool? Your survival may depend on it.​

 

[CombatReadyPenny]

Celia was in her base she had made out of random materials she had found laying around. Her apartment building she was based at was perfect. Multiple floors, a great range of view, and a fenced in area around the building. She had fortified it with Barbed wire around and on the gates and fences. She also had sandbags in a pathway from the gate. She was cleaning off her pistols and sitting on the first floor inside.


@FireMaiden @Shiro kurogane

 

[Kitsu]

Soma heard the sickening sound of an infected skull being crushed underneath his foot. He'd become so used to the sound that it hardly fazed him anymore. Soma spun around suddenly, drawing his sword and using it the redirect a second infected away as it tried to charge him. He performs a quick-draw sword slice to manage a luck hit which severed the infected's arm. But the infect was too smart to just be killed easily like all the old zombie movies showed.


So Soma responded by using his back-up weapon and fires off four consecutive shots. He had aimed for the head.... but being the horrible shot he was, all four bullets embedded themselves in different places. One hit the infect's foot, the second hit nothing and just went god knows where. The third ricocheted off something and nearly found its way into Soma's arm and the final bullet went straight into the ground. yeah.. pretty much was asking for this. stupid guns. He thought, blaming the gun instead of his own shitty shooting skill.


@The Unamed Beast @FireMaiden @Kylesar1

 

[Kylesar1]

The infected suddenly flew as a foot hit it in the side of the face. Such a move wasn't fatal, and would it even hurt? Regardless, it did its job perfectly since the infected was too focused on Soma to see it coming. Luke stood over in the place where the infected just was. "Hey, are you ok?" Soma had shot himself yet again. Luke was honestly tired of stitching his gun wounds that were 9.5/10 caused by his horrid shooting skills. "You need to stick to using your sword," he said, sighing in exasperation. Maybe he should start charging for this type of thing.


@Shiro kurogane

 

[Kitsu]

The infected suddenly flew as a foot hit it in the side of the face. Such a move wasn't fatal, and would it even hurt? Regardless, it did its job perfectly since the infected was too focused on Soma to see it coming. Luke stood over in the place where the infected just was. "Hey, are you ok?" Soma had shot himself yet again. Luke was honestly tired of stitching his gun wounds that were 9.5/10 caused by his horrid shooting skills. "You need to stick to using your sword," he said, sighing in exasperation. Maybe he should start charging for this type of thing.


@Shiro kurogane

"well if you would have been here sooner. Then maybe i wouldn't of had to use my gun." Soma grunted as he managed to stab his sword into the infected, pinning it to the ground. But the thing still lived.. the though bastard. "but yeah im fine... actually, where did you go off to?" Soma stepped a bit away from the impaled infected that was slowly ripping its body off of his sword. He responded by kicking the infected as he reclaimed his sword. "lets talk while we move."

 

[Kylesar1]

[QUOTE="Shiro kurogane]"well if you would have been here sooner. Then maybe i wouldn't of had to use my gun." Soma grunted as he managed to stab his sword into the infected, pinning it to the ground. But the thing still lived.. the though bastard. "but yeah im fine... actually, where did you go off to?" Soma stepped a bit away from the impaled infected that was slowly ripping its body off of his sword. He responded by kicking the infected as he reclaimed his sword. "lets talk while we move."

[/QUOTE]
Luke pulled out his pistol. It was loaded with a shotgun chamber. He blasted the infected in the head, splattering brain and blood everywhere. "Don't blame me for your fuck-ups or that wound can keep bleeding for the next 3 hours." He holstered his pistol and followed Soma. Idiot never even bothered to learn how to shoot. "I went into a house to find some food. I found some canned food, but that was about it."

 

[Kitsu]

Luke pulled out his pistol. It was loaded with a shotgun chamber. He blasted the infected in the head, splattering brain and blood everywhere. "Don't blame me for your fuck-ups or that wound can keep bleeding for the next 3 hours." He holstered his pistol and followed Soma. Idiot never even bothered to learn how to shoot. "I went into a house to find some food. I found some canned food, but that was about it."

"you forget, im an experiment. bleeding for three hours won't wind up killing me like it would for you. at worst i'd just be dizzy" Soma answered completely unfazed by the threat. He sheathed his sword and looked around at the broken down research lab they were in. "unfortunately, nothing here is still usable. so it looks like we'll need to look elsewhere for parts to rebuild sector five's lab." Soma looked at Luke, though Luke couldn't tell with Soma's suit on.

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[FireMaiden]

Gale attached the silencer to her rifle, not wanting to draw any attention incase she decided to fire. Laying on an apartment building with the door barca dedicated behind her let her relax and take in her surroundings. She had hopped it would be better here than in the previous town, but no. In fact, she thought it may be worse. There were only a few zombies in the area she was in, for the moment anyway. Gale smirked at the thought she might be able to get an actual good night's rest.

 

[CombatReadyPenny]

Celia was bunkered down in her building. She heard voices up the hill and was ready to strike if they were hostile. No matter how much of a crack shot the voices were, she could outrun their aim. She just had to be prepared for if they striked. Instead of bunkering down anymore, she went to the walls surrounding the building and made complete sure that the defenses were in order

 

[Kylesar1]

[QUOTE="Shiro kurogane]"you forget, im an experiment. bleeding for three hours won't wind up killing me like it would for you. at worst i'd just be dizzy" Soma answered completely unfazed by the threat. He sheathed his sword and looked around at the broken down research lab they were in. "unfortunately, nothing here is still usable. so it looks like we'll need to look elsewhere for parts to rebuild sector five's lab." Soma looked at Luke, though Luke couldn't tell with Soma's suit on.

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Luke laughed. "You may be less dependent on your blood, but you lose enough, you die like the rest of us." Luke looked around the lab, trying to find something useful to no avail. "Well where do you suggest we look? We've been searching for at least an hour now."

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[Kitsu]

Luke laughed. "You may be less dependent on your blood, but you lose enough, you die like the rest of us." Luke looked around the lab, trying to find something useful to no avail. "Well where do you suggest we look? We've been searching for at least an hour now."

"yeah yeah." Soma waved off Luke's comment of him still dying if he lost too much blood. He let his gaze sweep the unusable, partially broken lab. "well... we still haven't searched sectors six through ten. so we'll do that first. if we find nothing usable from any of those sectors... we'll just have to start scavenging the broken part of the other sector's labs and find an engineer that can repair the parts." Soma explained as he walked through the exit of the sector five lab. "hopefully, there is a survivor out there who still has engineering skills."

 

[SentinelSevn]

"Damned bastards.." Raymond muttered, a few blocks down from the larger group. He had yet to meet them, nor was he aware that they were nearby his position. Currently, he had been temporary holed down at an abandoned building's lowest floor. It was safe, until he accidentally opened the refrigerator in slight hopes of food and all it's contents spilled to the floor. The noise attracted some of the ghouls outside, having them crash through the window and pin him inside. There were three, so it shouldn't give Ray that big of a problem.


The first and closest that approched Ray was the first to taste his blade. The silver metal caught few rays of light in the room, flashing before embedding itself in the rotting shoulder of the closest undead. Keeping him in place with the first blade, the second from his left hand was held in an underhand grip that had the blade follow across his forearm, and decapitated the figure with a swipe that followed the form of a punch. Both wounds bled a disgusting brown-tint of the metallic liquid, leaving Ray to scowl in disgust as he pushed the limp figure away from himself.


The second rushed him from behind, attempting to get the best of him with an element of surprise, but failing miserably as the nimble human sidestepped the rush. As the undead rushed past him, he rose his left hand and stabbed the blade into the back of its neck, effectively severing the spinal column connecting brain and body. With this method, its brain was still active, but it would have no method of movement without use of its limbs and body.


The third undead rushed Raymon, who at the moment only had the single blade in his hand. Rushing so soon after the last, he had not expected it. Grunting as he was shoved onto the ground, held down by the body of the undead over him. A mix of saliva and blood spat from the face of the intruder, horrid stench causing Ray to scrunch his nose in disgust. Relieving his right hand of his blade, he grabbed the neck of the undead and rose it away from his face. Then quickly forcing the body away, he smashed the skull onto the ground beside him. A deafening crack resounded throughout the small room before silenced filled it again.


The only sound thereafter being Raymond's heavy breathing. Picking up his blades, he cleaned the residue blood off the steel by wiping them across the ragged clothing of his opposers. "Well, thanks to you three, this place is no longer safe to stay." He often spoke to the undead after defeating them, seeing as he had no company whatsoever after the start of the apocalypse. Grabbing a small rucksack with a small amount of resources, he fled to the streets yet again, in need of an area for shelter.

 

[Entarriance]

"... and there's a lot of neuroscientific factors when you think about it. For example, let's think of pop culture. A Zombie's main characteristic in pop-culture is to drive and to eat human flesh. Like now, if that were the case, than we can theorize that zombies would be hungry because they've lost some hypothalamic function, which controls one's satiety. You know that illness with satiety damage that effected some humans? It causes people to drink and eat nonstop, and with zombies, it'd make sense because they'd never truly be full. And if they were, it'd be a state of shemomedjamo. They probably have damage in the parietal lobe which focuses on terrible attention span, and focusing on what's right in front of them.. and that could probably be linked to Balint's Syndrome!!! Aah, that would make so much sense!! In that case, that's why hordes move together like that! They'd observe a person running across the room, not the group of people standing in the corner... so if we came across one, it'd be better to stay still. And then you have their movements, too! You notice how they walk with a specific gait, lumbering?! That'd be caused by atrophy in your cerebellum... and this gives you slurred speech, balance problems, awkward movement... yeah, it makes sense now.. and-"


"Are you seriously establishing this shit now?"


"Now, now, sweetheart, he at least has more brains than you~"





"WHY YO-..?!" "Shh, shh!"


The (unfortunate) group of childhood friends were scavenging around a small cafe wedged between two large buildings, towering high above their heads through the windows. The cafe was in absolute disarray, tables knocked over, numerous pastries rotting and molded along the floor, even the ground itself felt sticky, binding their feet temporarily to the ground wherever they walked. Nonetheless, if there was supplies, they had to utilize it as best as they could. Go's mouth was restrained by Jeson, who held his hand firmly over it, a dark smile over his face with increasing pressure pushing down the short boy's head.


"Sweetheart, are you really going to risk yelling?"


"HmmMmmh..."


"..."


The group made playful banter with each other, and they rummaged throughout the cafe for stuff they could use. The only one that wasn't cheerfully conversing was Chess, blowing their fringe out of their eyes. Using the end of their sniper, they pushed away cans and bits of fabric from the curtains and tablecloth that obscured their vision. Picking up a can of marmalade, Chess chucked it in the direction of Xi, who frantically hopped around to try and catch it, clumsily juggling it in his hands. He muttered a "thanks", though with a lack of response, as usual, Chess looked back around the cafe, scanning it over. The place most likely had been looted already, or from the horrid state that it was in, it could also be safe to assume that a horde had passed by here. The windows were shattered, broken pieces of glass scattered among the ground. Cautiously picking it up, the smooth surface was beautiful, but dangerous as well. Simply pressing the end into their skin would have surely made them bleed, and it could be used later on. Adding that to their arsenal, Chess looked back towards their bantering group. Luckily, as playful as they were with each other, they were able to get the job done at least. Jeson was smart enough to shut Go up before he shouted, and hey, on the walk here, Go already took out a few zombies by himself. He was a good tank to the team, just not the brightest star. Not at all.


Xi was anxiously scanning over the fallen tables for anything, before raising his head.


"... Chess, do you hear that?"


Turning towards the entrance of the cafe, that was enough to make even Go shut up. The entire group fallen silent, there was the distant sound of footsteps from afar, approaching in their general direction. Whether it be to the cafe, or just on the streets, it wasn't anything that they could determine just through sound (@AceOfSpades0210 ).


"L..m.me a'emem!"


"I'll shoot you."


"Mmk.."


Spinning around, they gestured their hand down towards the ground, and everyone immediately found something to hide behind. Chess took the cover behind the counter, while Jeson swung Go to the ground. The rope that they carried along their shoulder has a small weight attached to the end, and he tossed it up towards one of the ceiling skeletons, watching as it swung around. Hositing himself up, Go was short enough to hide behind anything really, and merely ducked behind one of the fallen tables. All that was left was Xi, who was confused, looking frantically at where his team members just threw themselves behind.


"G-guys? U-um..!"





"You're actually normal, I'm sure they'll spare you." "Yeah, you got it dandelion!" "Good luck!"


"You make it sound like it's some horde I'm up against!"


@AceOfSpades0210 (some green haired kid is just kinda, awkwardly, standing alone in a cafe)

 

[SentinelSevn]

"... and there's a lot of neuroscientific factors when you think about it. For example, let's think of pop culture. A Zombie's main characteristic in pop-culture is to drive and to eat human flesh. Like now, if that were the case, than we can theorize that zombies would be hungry because they've lost some hypothalamic function, which controls one's satiety. You know that illness with satiety damage that effected some humans? It causes people to drink and eat nonstop, and with zombies, it'd make sense because they'd never truly be full. And if they were, it'd be a state of shemomedjamo. They probably have damage in the parietal lobe which focuses on terrible attention span, and focusing on what's right in front of them.. and that could probably be linked to Balint's Syndrome!!! Aah, that would make so much sense!! In that case, that's why hordes move together like that! They'd observe a person running across the room, not the group of people standing in the corner... so if we came across one, it'd be better to stay still. And then you have their movements, too! You notice how they walk with a specific gait, lumbering?! That'd be caused by atrophy in your cerebellum... and this gives you slurred speech, balance problems, awkward movement... yeah, it makes sense now.. and-"
"Are you seriously establishing this shit now?"


"Now, now, sweetheart, he at least has more brains than you~"





"WHY YO-..?!" "Shh, shh!"


The (unfortunate) group of childhood friends were scavenging around a small cafe wedged between two large buildings, towering high above their heads through the windows. The cafe was in absolute disarray, tables knocked over, numerous pastries rotting and molded along the floor, even the ground itself felt sticky, binding their feet temporarily to the ground wherever they walked. Nonetheless, if there was supplies, they had to utilize it as best as they could. Go's mouth was restrained by Jeson, who held his hand firmly over it, a dark smile over his face with increasing pressure pushing down the short boy's head.


"Sweetheart, are you really going to risk yelling?"


"HmmMmmh..."


"..."


The group made playful banter with each other, and they rummaged throughout the cafe for stuff they could use. The only one that wasn't cheerfully conversing was Chess, blowing their fringe out of their eyes. Using the end of their sniper, they pushed away cans and bits of fabric from the curtains and tablecloth that obscured their vision. Picking up a can of marmalade, Chess chucked it in the direction of Xi, who frantically hopped around to try and catch it, clumsily juggling it in his hands. He muttered a "thanks", though with a lack of response, as usual, Chess looked back around the cafe, scanning it over. The place most likely had been looted already, or from the horrid state that it was in, it could also be safe to assume that a horde had passed by here. The windows were shattered, broken pieces of glass scattered among the ground. Cautiously picking it up, the smooth surface was beautiful, but dangerous as well. Simply pressing the end into their skin would have surely made them bleed, and it could be used later on. Adding that to their arsenal, Chess looked back towards their bantering group. Luckily, as playful as they were with each other, they were able to get the job done at least. Jeson was smart enough to shut Go up before he shouted, and hey, on the walk here, Go already took out a few zombies by himself. He was a good tank to the team, just not the brightest star. Not at all.


Xi was anxiously scanning over the fallen tables for anything, before raising his head.


"... Chess, do you hear that?"


Turning towards the entrance of the cafe, that was enough to make even Go shut up. The entire group fallen silent, there was the distant sound of footsteps from afar, approaching in their general direction. Whether it be to the cafe, or just on the streets, it wasn't anything that they could determine just through sound (@AceOfSpades0210 ).


"L..m.me a'emem!"


"I'll shoot you."


"Mmk.."


Spinning around, they gestured their hand down towards the ground, and everyone immediately found something to hide behind. Chess took the cover behind the counter, while Jeson swung Go to the ground. The rope that they carried along their shoulder has a small weight attached to the end, and he tossed it up towards one of the ceiling skeletons, watching as it swung around. Hositing himself up, Go was short enough to hide behind anything really, and merely ducked behind one of the fallen tables. All that was left was Xi, who was confused, looking frantically at where his team members just threw themselves behind.


"G-guys? U-um..!"





"You're actually normal, I'm sure they'll spare you." "Yeah, you got it dandelion!" "Good luck!"


"You make it sound like it's some horde I'm up against!"


@AceOfSpades0210 (some green haired kid is just kinda, awkwardly, standing alone in a cafe)

With both his blades at his side, and sack over his right shoulder, Raymon had been scanning building to building and basing whether they were worthwhile on a first impression. His left hand, which usually rested on the hilt of the blade at his side, was scratching at the back of his head. He'd finally pass by the cafe, stopping abruptly as he caught sight of the green haired male standing in plain view from the window. The look on Raymon's face was one of disbelief, finding other survivors was perhaps the last thing on his mind. Approaching the window, he'd brush away the glass before leaning forward and setting the sack hanging over his shoulder down to free both his hands. Now leaning against the shattered window sill, he eyed the male before speaking.


"You wouldn't perhaps have spare resources on you, would you?" The silver-haired male asked, as if it were a simple task just give away food and water. "You're in a cafe, so I assume there's some leftover. Especially if you're alone." The last sentence came out almost like a question, curious on how someone else has survived this long on his own. Which surprised him, although he had been doing it for such a long time now.

 

[FireMaiden]

"Almost....almost....DAMN!" Gale slipped while trying to reach something on a hight shelf. "Ow.....well, so much for that plan. "Why the hell did I have to be the short one?" She sighed in defeat, before throwing her cloak back on, and sniper over her shoulder and moving on to the next place.

 

[Entarriance]

"A-Alone..? Well... I guess I have some stuff to spare, actually!"


When the man decided to not beat the crap out of him, as many survivors have proven themselves to do, Xi's eyes seemed to light up enthusiastically. It was a first-time experience for him to meet another survivor outside of his group that wasn't going to try and rob them, and he held this odd child-like curiosity to him as he swung his bag over his shoulder. Hearing the conversation, Chess irritatedly ran their hand over their face a few times, hearing him ruffle around his bag searching for something. They had no food to spare, there was only so much that they could rummage, why was this kid so compassionate to be willing to give it to someone else? The reaction seemed to be mutual, though no action was taken. Yet.


Chess raised themselves away from the counter, a scope held close to their eye, and a "click" of their tongue as it was pointed directly at the newcomer. Xi included.


"Dandelion."


Chess normal expression was filled with indifference, and they didn't seem like one to laugh easily, despite their age being younger than most. Their hand on the trigger was motionless, and it seemed like any movement to break the tension would have set it off.


"But he seems friendly enough, what's the problem? Don't we have enough food? Besides, survivors should be a good thing!"


Despite Xi's pleading, Chess didn't budge from their position. Last time they trusted someone, Chess was thrown into a building full of raiders and barely managed to sneak their way out, and they clung to their supplies like a leech. It wasn't worth the effort. Go still held themselves behind a fallen table, though surely if a fight were to break out, it would be an absolute mess with two more people involved.





@AceOfSpades0210

 

[Kitsu]

@Kylesar1[/URL]

 

[SentinelSevn]

"A-Alone..? Well... I guess I have some stuff to spare, actually!"
When the man decided to not beat the crap out of him, as many survivors have proven themselves to do, Xi's eyes seemed to light up enthusiastically. It was a first-time experience for him to meet another survivor outside of his group that wasn't going to try and rob them, and he held this odd child-like curiosity to him as he swung his bag over his shoulder. Hearing the conversation, Chess irritatedly ran their hand over their face a few times, hearing him ruffle around his bag searching for something. They had no food to spare, there was only so much that they could rummage, why was this kid so compassionate to be willing to give it to someone else? The reaction seemed to be mutual, though no action was taken. Yet.


Chess raised themselves away from the counter, a scope held close to their eye, and a "click" of their tongue as it was pointed directly at the newcomer. Xi included.


"Dandelion."


Chess normal expression was filled with indifference, and they didn't seem like one to laugh easily, despite their age being younger than most. Their hand on the trigger was motionless, and it seemed like any movement to break the tension would have set it off.


"But he seems friendly enough, what's the problem? Don't we have enough food? Besides, survivors should be a good thing!"


Despite Xi's pleading, Chess didn't budge from their position. Last time they trusted someone, Chess was thrown into a building full of raiders and barely managed to sneak their way out, and they clung to their supplies like a leech. It wasn't worth the effort. Go still held themselves behind a fallen table, though surely if a fight were to break out, it would be an absolute mess with two more people involved.





@AceOfSpades0210

"Ah, from what I'm understanding, it isn't just you." Raymond pointed out, his question proving to be effective in drawing out anymore individuals. He had made his way inside, figuring that with the amount of time he was giving the male he could either be loading a gun or coming to an agreement with allies. Luckily for Ray, it was the latter. He took a quick glance at the others in the room, his facial fewtures indifferent as he dropped the sack to the ground in front of them. "Don't worry about the food, I have my own. Just my way of satisfying my own curiosity, is all." As the bag hit the ground, it hit the ground with a heavy clink when the canned foods inside crashed against each other.


His hand went to his belt, almost as if he was going to draw his blades. But they would soon hear a low click and the sound of heavy leather sheaths hitting the ground at his feet. Now unarmed, he stepped back to show he meant no harm. "Stranger I may be, but harming survivors is the last thing on my mind. Well.. As long as feelings are mutual.. But.." The last portion of his sentence trailed off as he quickly lowered his body, knees kicking outward to hook onto the belt holding his blades. Spinning and having the momentum swing the blades around, he grabbed ahold of the hilt, leaving it drawn, but showing off some portion of his blade skills. "It won't bode well if you are raiders."

 

[Entarriance]

"... you guys can come out now, he isn't a bandit, he's just edgy."


"Says you- oh good lord I'm sorry I'm sorry don't aim that at me..."





A long sigh would come from Chess, who didn't drop their aim from the man, but their irritation was evident on their face. Xi looked back and forth, seemingly more confused than he should be, as Jeson dropped from the ceiling. Go seemed to be eager to get away from Chess, slowly urging their way to a position outside of their line of fire, but nonetheless, in sight.





"... well, dear, our group over here needs to be the least of your concerns. We've had more problems with people leeching off our team or getting ganged up than us actually ganging up on others. Not like we really can, considering we have a freeloader and an idiot."





"Oi!!" "At least you can identify who it is..."


Jeson spoke with his shoulders raised, as if shrugging. None of the group members seemed confident enough themselves to tell Chess to drop their aim, but at least 3/4 didn't want to fight the young man. Compared to the rest of them, other than Go, he appeared to be considerably well built and lean. Go was the most fit that they had, but considering his short stature, it was easy for people to underestimate him because of it, standing at a sad 5'3 for his age. Other then that, Xi wasn't really someone built for fighting, anxiously fiddling with the ends of his sleeves, and Jeson overall didn't seem like someone who could fight. Jeson scratched the side of hsi neck with one hand, the other finding a comfortable place on his hips to rest.


"Well, sweetheart, if it helps you, there shouldn't be anything left in this cafe for you to take. Overall, it was pretty empty when we got here."





"Psst, Chess, drop your gun..." "They can't hear you?" "I'm not raising my voice I like myself enough..."





@AceOfSpades0210

 

[SentinelSevn]

"... you guys can come out now, he isn't a bandit, he's just edgy."
"Says you- oh good lord I'm sorry I'm sorry don't aim that at me..."


A long sigh would come from Chess, who didn't drop their aim from the man, but their irritation was evident on their face. Xi looked back and forth, seemingly more confused than he should be, as Jeson dropped from the ceiling. Go seemed to be eager to get away from Chess, slowly urging their way to a position outside of their line of fire, but nonetheless, in sight.





"... well, dear, our group over here needs to be the least of your concerns. We've had more problems with people leeching off our team or getting ganged up than us actually ganging up on others. Not like we really can, considering we have a freeloader and an idiot."





"Oi!!" "At least you can identify who it is..."


Jeson spoke with his shoulders raised, as if shrugging. None of the group members seemed confident enough themselves to tell Chess to drop their aim, but at least 3/4 didn't want to fight the young man. Compared to the rest of them, other than Go, he appeared to be considerably well built and lean. Go was the most fit that they had, but considering his short stature, it was easy for people to underestimate him because of it, standing at a sad 5'3 for his age. Other then that, Xi wasn't really someone built for fighting, anxiously fiddling with the ends of his sleeves, and Jeson overall didn't seem like someone who could fight. Jeson scratched the side of hsi neck with one hand, the other finding a comfortable place on his hips to rest.


"Well, sweetheart, if it helps you, there shouldn't be anything left in this cafe for you to take. Overall, it was pretty empty when we got here."





"Psst, Chess, drop your gun..." "They can't hear you?" "I'm not raising my voice I like myself enough..."





@AceOfSpades0210

"So it seems.." Raymond responded to Jeson (the blue, right?), tilting his head in various directions for a gliose of their little hideaway. Clipping the twin blades at his belt again, he made adjustments until they seemed comfortable again. The bag on the ground was lifted up and swung back over his right shoulder, a light thump as it rested against his back.


His eyes, mismatched as they were, then rested on Chess and his raised weaponry. He was cautious of the only one smart enough to keep a weapon trained on a stranger, and didn't want to test the red-haired male's skills with himself as the pincushion. "I'd introduce myself, but what's the point in this type of world nowadays?" His tone sarcastic as he asked the rhetorical question, his eyes then darted towards Xi, the one he had first caught sight of. "I was just making my way down the streets before this one caught my attention. I didn't plan on staying long, especially now that it looks like you all have yourselves under control. Most groups don't last long before internal strife drives them apart." Tilting his head downwards as if it were a sufficient farewell, he turned around to exit the cafe. "Let's hope your team is one of the first to live past this."


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[Entarriance]

"Mhm, well, working with people for nearly 10 years forces you to get to kn-"


"H-hey, wait! I'm sure we'd be happy to tag along with you."





"Why..." "Dandelion...?"


Unlike the rest of the group, Xi was very open when it came to more people. He was a nerd, but the presence of others gave him an odd sense of assurity with himself. Just like growing up with siblings, there was only so much you could handle of the same people in the same broken environment before it really got to your head. Swinging one of the straps of his backpack back around his shoulder, he walked backwards towards the exit, awkwardly waving over the rest of his group members. Knowing the nature of them well enough, it really would be quite a stretch to get them to come along. But the trend that he noticed was that wherever he went, the rest had to follow. After all, no one else had that much skill when it came to the medical field. Of course, he was a bit of a newbie, but something was better than nothing.


"Sweetheart, shouldn't we leave the nice man to do what he wants? He's a big boy now."


"Ya' fuckin' plant, stop pickin' your fucking roots in other people's yards."


"..."


While Jeson's voice was coated with pure passive agressiveness towards him, it was a nice contrast with Go's direct cussing. Nonetheless, it didn't seem to stop Xi, determined to finally get some other grip of reality that wasn't filled with a passive agressive playboy, an angry short dog, and the pure personification of a gun. Pleadingly directing their gaze at Chess, who had their scope set on the man who had turned around, still, he waited for some sort of sign of approval.


"That's not my decision."


Finally, Chess' hard mask seemed to slip off for a second, though not showing one of sympathy nor kindness, it was merely irritation and frustration. They directed their line of sight to the man's back, before back at Xi. It's his decision, not mine as if to say, and Xi swallowed. While he was smart, he definitely had a few screws loose here and there. Chess was uncomfortable with it being a stranger joining the group, as last time, it never ended well. They could read the minds of their team members like a book. Not literally, but growing up around someone for such long periods of time really forced you to know them. But with a stranger, Chess could only infer, and that usually was never something good. Their paranoia typically got the best of them, leaving them on-edge and ready to fire at their head the moment something goes astray.


"W-Well...? You seem nice enough!"





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[SentinelSevn]

"Mhm, well, working with people for nearly 10 years forces you to get to kn-"
"H-hey, wait! I'm sure we'd be happy to tag along with you."





"Why..." "Dandelion...?"


Unlike the rest of the group, Xi was very open when it came to more people. He was a nerd, but the presence of others gave him an odd sense of assurity with himself. Just like growing up with siblings, there was only so much you could handle of the same people in the same broken environment before it really got to your head. Swinging one of the straps of his backpack back around his shoulder, he walked backwards towards the exit, awkwardly waving over the rest of his group members. Knowing the nature of them well enough, it really would be quite a stretch to get them to come along. But the trend that he noticed was that wherever he went, the rest had to follow. After all, no one else had that much skill when it came to the medical field. Of course, he was a bit of a newbie, but something was better than nothing.


"Sweetheart, shouldn't we leave the nice man to do what he wants? He's a big boy now."


"Ya' fuckin' plant, stop pickin' your fucking roots in other people's yards."


"..."


While Jeson's voice was coated with pure passive agressiveness towards him, it was a nice contrast with Go's direct cussing. Nonetheless, it didn't seem to stop Xi, determined to finally get some other grip of reality that wasn't filled with a passive agressive playboy, an angry short dog, and the pure personification of a gun. Pleadingly directing their gaze at Chess, who had their scope set on the man who had turned around, still, he waited for some sort of sign of approval.


"That's not my decision."


Finally, Chess' hard mask seemed to slip off for a second, though not showing one of sympathy nor kindness, it was merely irritation and frustration. They directed their line of sight to the man's back, before back at Xi. It's his decision, not mine as if to say, and Xi swallowed. While he was smart, he definitely had a few screws loose here and there. Chess was uncomfortable with it being a stranger joining the group, as last time, it never ended well. They could read the minds of their team members like a book. Not literally, but growing up around someone for such long periods of time really forced you to know them. But with a stranger, Chess could only infer, and that usually was never something good. Their paranoia typically got the best of them, leaving them on-edge and ready to fire at their head the moment something goes astray.


"W-Well...? You seem nice enough!"





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Raymond almost chuckled with amusement, waiting by the door for them to come to a decision. The four of them going back and forth was almost sibling-like, a relationship that was rare nowadays. His arms were crossed over his chest, leaning back against a stable wall with a knee bent to rest the flat of his shoe against it. "Your better off in here, Greenie." Nicknaming Xi, as they had skipped past introductions and it had been the most obvious way to distinguish him out of the four. "You may mean well, but trusting strangers is one of the most idiotic things you can do now." His face turned over his shoulder to look outside the shattered glass window, making sure the street was clear before he made his way out. "The three of them are right," face unturned, but tilting his head in the direction of the other three, "and you're better off with them. Besides.." His lips twisting into a devilish smirk, toying with their debate. "You don't know whether I've killed fellow survivors before.." A hand calmly went to the hilt of one of his blades as if he were about to draw, but it lay unmoving and sheathed, now obvious he was teasing the four males.


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[Entarriance]

"See, honey? It won-"


"Y'got'it!"


Again, Jeson was cut off, but at least the reaction was mutual. With the man's hand calmly at the hilt of one of the blades, Go took that immediately as some sort of challenge, even without declaration. It was simply his nature, in opposition to the calm (and on-edge) nature of the rest of the gang. Without drawing his weapon, Go rush forward, a barbaric grin on his face as he placed a foot on one of the tables, full on leaping towards the man. With Xi being the closest, Go casually tore away the shovel that Xi had strapped towards his back, swinging it along with his leaping momentum at the man. It first lurched Xi backwards, and then recieved a mutual response from the rest of the group.





"GO, NO!"


With Go making a running start and swing at the man, Jeson would run forward in an attempt to stop. But with Xi on the ground in front of him, the young man's tall stature tripped over and stumbled on the body, grabbing the nearest thing that he could use as leverage, unfortunately, that still being Xi as he fell, grasping nothing but air. In the green-haired man's attempt to stand, he would find himself slung down to the ground by his comrade once again, and the commotion at front would cover Chess' aim, extending a long sigh. Chess quickly reached back into their pocket, and the shard of broken glass would be the first thing that they found, the most recent thing at least. (After you react to Go trying to slam you with a shovel) Chess tossed it up into the air a few times, before they swung it using a fast-ball like grip on the shard, causing it to spin violently, before landing dangerously close near the entrance where the man's head stood, embedding itself into the wall like a knife. There was so much pressure in that single throw, it was enough to lightly make the top of Chess' fingers bleed, but it was a clean cut, nothing more dangerous than a papercut. But in this situation, all too dangerous as well.


"Can you kids stop? Not every heterochromic bastard is like you, Xi, sorry. Besides, we're on the move. A horde could come at any moment, and I rather not have to waste ammo on you rats."





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Soma turned at the faint sound of a female voice yelling. His power suit's internal computer started analyzing the distance based on how far away the voice sounded. "apparently, we aren't the only two in this area." Soma commented to Luke. "come on, lets go check it out."





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