Fantasy Tomorrow Never Comes (Zombie Apocalypse) [Always Accepting]

[Jazzy]

(Amazing.)


Necro heard the gunfire cease, and the door open. He crept up to the figure and wrapped an arm around it's throat. He felt the high collar of the girl's jacket and kept his arm there. He didn't feel like seeing hoe she'd react to him throwing her in there. He slipped his gun out of her hands and stuck it in the holster. This girl may have just saved his ass. He felt some odd remorse for what he had done, but the need to live was stronger. He had known the layout of the building the entire time. He'd put on a good show, no? He kept his arm around her throat as he led her towards the exit. Once they would get into the light he would be able to see her face. He decided he'd know what to do then. He nodded to himself in the dark. (I'm guessing Chess doesn't put up much of a fight? You made it very obvious she was very drained.)

 

[Entarriance]

((yeah, she's tired. you don't jsut fight 5 people and come out perfectly unharmed ))


Tensing up as they felt something around their throat, Chess tried to pull away and flee. In a way, they were scared. Chess wasn't someone who generally expressed themselves a lot, nor really had a mental state that processed sentiment. But in the end, you were still human. Chess had a strong urge to live, and they struggled and violently flailed, seemingly unknowingly, for quite a while before calming down. They were tired. They wanted to live, but with a shot shoulder, bruises, and bleeding in a number of places, they couldn't physically bring themselves to struggle. Your body is going to quit on you at some point.


Whoever it is seems pretty calm. The moment I'm out of this building, I'm sure they're going to shoot me or something like that. But from the looks of it, they're either going to strangle me first, and the numerous wounds I already have would worsten and bleed me out if I somehow manage to survive. There's got to be another way.





While they were exhausted enough, it was pretty obvious Chess was mentally disorientated from the whole calamity that they weren't aware of Necro being the one who had been dragging them towards the exit. They could make it easier and less painful to stop shifting and flailing, but it was apparently that Chess tried to pull away and walk off on their own at least, despite how it would just do them worst.


"Quit... quit it, won't you? Your lackeys are dead... I'm, I've had a long night."


The latter statement was all that they could muster. And it wasn't wrong either.


@Jazzy


~~~


"..oh."


"What?"


"It looks kind of recent.. not too recent.. but at least done within a few hours. Maybe less than a day..."


"What are you babblin' about?"


Popping his head up into the backroom, it definitely wasn't something that Jeson would say was a pleasant sight to see. It's not like he hasn't seen or, uh, caused a few dead bodies here and there. But it definitely felt weird to stare into the face of two adults who looked rather similar to someone that he's seen before. And, this was the room that Necro told him to stay outside. Xi was up against both of the bodies inspecting the wound. There eyes were peacefully closed, though the blood splatter on the wall from getting shot was far from anything that appeared pacifistic.


"... they're his parents."


"You think so? They do share similar traits, such as chin structure and maybe some physical characteristics among their extremities and facial structure. Poor kid. Do you think he knows?"


"... I'm sure he does."


Throwing a water bottle at Xi's lead, it would make a thump as it hit his head, and Xi would sharply turn around.


"W-what the hell?!"


"Stop being a necrophiliac. Do you think we should find Chess...? Maybe she's okay..."


"Quit it, Captain's orders are captain's orders."


It seemed to take Xi a second to comprehend the first statement, and he frantically stood up and jumped away from the bodies after grabbing the water bottle.


"I-I-I'm not a necrophiliac?! I was scrutinizing the cadaver closely! What if there was something useful, I-I..."


"Yeah yeah, Carl Tanzler...."


Necro didn't work here. He lived here, from what Jeson could figure out. If they lived in their business, it was safe to assume that they didn't have the highest middle-class life. The kid couldn't talk, so it must have been difficult to even get around such a loud and obnoxious city. Jeson was a social butterfly, he knew the ins and outs when it came to people and sociology.


"Should we check out to the library?"





"... we should wait a little. I kind of wanna stay around here."





"Captain has no assurance of having survived."





"I... I trust the kid."

 

[Jazzy]

When reaching daylight, he turned her body around. The look of fear on her face was horrible. She was generally a tough girl it seemed. He didn't at all expect to see her like this. Her face was filled with deflated fear. She looked on the verge of tears. His eyes softened. After staring at her a few more seconds, he gave her am awkward pat. The odds of her having any liking for him after that was unlikely. Therefore, he didn't want to make things even worse. So a pat it was. He put his head down for a second. He should have gone in there with her. Would have gotten the job done faster anyway... He felt genuinely bad for the first time in who knows how long. Seeing her like that. Scared. He didn't feel threatened at all, which was mainly why he wanted them disposed of. Though she would most likely try and so something later, he didn't feel the need to kill her anymore.


(Aw. The bonding of a mute kid and a boy-girl )

 

[Entarriance]

Not much to their surprise, but definitely not what they were expecting, they were turned around to a glare in the face by Necro. They did hold anger for being thrown into a room full of 3 armed people and 5 total, but they were so physically exhausted and relinquished that they've reached a point where maybe death wouldn't have been so bad. They were sure their team was safe, so maybe at this point, it wasn't so bad. Being stared at, they were about to harshly comment on getting it over with. There was blood everywhere, gash on the cheek, bruise on the side of their head, shot hamstring and shoulder, it was just awful. Not to mention the glimmer of hope that they thought they lost. Instead, something soft his the top of her head, and it continued in a rhythmic pattern. They were getting... patted.. on the head? Never having experienced that, especially in situations like this (and not from a flamboyant two-faced heartthrob), they were stunned silent and motionless for the few seconds it happened, before he lowered his head.


Managing to muster up some strength in them, they harshly pushed Necro back hard in the center of his chest, but it was apparent that it took a lot of strength for a simple push. Unlike what Chess normally would have bluntly and cruedly scolded, or even raising their gun and just firing at that point, there was a snicker.


And the snicker turned into a chuckle.


And the chuckle into a laugh.


They were laughing. Not manically, but genuinely laughing. Covering their eyes with the sleeve of a bloodied jacket, warm tears streamed down their cheeks as they laughed and stammered something out.


"You... you're a piece of shit, you know. You should have just shot me."


It was pretty shameful crying in general. If you're literally a sniper for an illegal organization to help kill what you could deem as innocent people, that usually would send a message of "hey, you're life is already done for. Crying isn't necessary." But the whole ordeal of the situation, not getting killed, and yet being thrown into that room alone and receiving numerous injuries, something about it seemed to nostalgic and familiar to them. And they hated it.


"Burn in hell."


In contrast to their words, they continued to cry and laugh. It wasn't loud or obnoxious, they laughed the way someone would've laughed at a joke, or after a long day of just repeated unfortunate eve- actually... they laughed like someone would after just having a completely horrible trainwreck of a day, with added crying. Like learning your closest family member died and having gotten married that same day. The irony of it was so awful that it was bittersweet.


@Jazzy

 

[Jazzy]

(I'm sitting in my bed, reading this on my phone, and I'm just touched. And necro is a heartthrob now? xD )


He wasn't much surprised when she pushed him back. He was though, more than surprised when she started laughing. He couldn't help but laugh along. She was throwing insults at him ant the same time looking genuinely... Amused? It was too much to handle. He reached out again and gave her another pat, this time on the hand. He definitely wouldn't be sending her through that again. It was like, for the first time, he was seeing her as an actual person. He pulled out some bandages and waved them in the air. He'd fix her up when they got back. He actually pondered an alliance. Maybe he could group with them for... A little longer. He smiled to himself. For the first time in forever, necro was happy.


@Entarriance

 

[Vii]

"I think I see something!" The boy's shout was loud, making the older male glance over him, clearly displeased with his action. "Good, scream louder this time." "I'm not screaming." Oswald sighed at his companion, refusing to take part in an argument that would go anywhere. Cole instead decided to squint his eyes more and more, trying to figure out what kind of figure was ahead. His eyes widened at the realization. "OZ, I SEE SOMEONE--OW!" the boy's cries of pain were quiet as he could muster them. But having someone knock you on the head out of nowhere can be quite painful, so much that it can became audible. "Quiet." The adult man let him be with a scowl, leaving the poor boy to rub his head, sulking childishly for once. "Evil bastard...." The older male ignored him, instead preparing to load the sniper rifle in his hands. "W-Wait...But what if-?!" "Human or not, I'm not approaching someone empty-handed. Stay here, I'll take care of this." The former troublemaker stood up, wandering through the building in quiet steps, making sure to not let himself get spotted. He finally choose a spot to place his rifle. A figure appeared before his eyes as he took a chance to observe them thoroughly. Yeah, they looked human...But they couldn't just assume that. And even if it was, who would guarantee they would not try anything on the eleven-year-old boy right next to him? Oswald could care less if he would get a bullet penetrate his skin....but if this person pursued Cole....no, he would never let them do that. Not without getting a bullet in the head.


In this hellhole, the real monsters weren't the "zombies" sometimes. It were them.


@ anyone ? ?
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[The Hidden Kracken]

Carter pulled the needle out of his pocket and handed it to Go. It was obvious that neither of them knew who exactly was the culprit of these attacks, but the needle could give them an idea based on what was on it. "Does Xi know how to run DNA tests? It could really help us find out who did this to me."He winced in pain once again as he felt the scars from his first encounter with Ace's organization. He walked up the stairs until he found the table he had previously sat at. He slid into one of the chairs and immediately threw off his leather jacket. He felt the wounds and tried hard not to cry. He zoned out any comments from Go as he wrapped the wound in bandages. He looked around to see if Go was still paying attention and pulled a book out of his bag. He wrote the following, "My wounds are getting better as each day passes, which is a good thing considering how much of a pain they've been. Go and I are currently held up in the library, and I need to train..." He thought of training and sighed. What was the use? He didn't have anything he could use to train! He looked over at Go and said to him, "Hey Go, do you wanna do some workouts? We need to stay in shape if we want to survive!"


@Entarriance

 

[Sophrosyne]

Karson opened an eye when the older boy popped in. "Yeah, it seems that the person who lived here before left a bunch of food and water, and medicine. If you check the cabinets in the laundry room you will find them loaded down with all different kinds. Look like they raided the damn hospital." She chuckled at that before standing up and walking over to him. "What is your brother sick with to be exact?" She asked, seeing her Doberman walk up the stairs to the boy out the corner of her eye but didn't take her gaze off the older one.

Oliver nodded at her explanation, taking that as an invitation to search for supplies. The older teen walked into the laundry room, listening to the girl's footsteps as she trailed behind him. "I'm not sure, honestly. It's probably just a bug." The burgundy haired boy ran a hand through his hair. "But you know, any type of illness could be fatal nowadays." He slowly kneeled down to one of the cabinets and swung the door open, falling silent at the amount of canned food that was hauled up in the area. He reached in and pulled out a can of Ravioli. "Fuck, it's been years." He mumbled, flipping the can over to get a better look at the label. The teen ran his thumb over the label, shaking himself out of past thoughts. Oliver, then, grasped a bottle of water and what looked to be a bottle of Ibueprofon. "I'm taking this, okay? We also set up in one of the bedroom's, if thats okay." He asked, cautiously turning back towards the other teen. He knew that she said to take what he wanted, but he didn't want to overstep that boundary. Even with the great surplus of supplies, they were still hers and he respected that. At the most, he would take what he would need for Harrison and supply for himself later. Even if that meant facing the horde. "Thank you." He spoke, again, "for not shooting us or kicking us out. It mean's a lot."


Harrison sat up suddenly at the light steps echoing down the hall. He must of dozed off, was all that he could conclude. "Oliver?" He called out lightly, taking a sharp breath in after spots danced into his vision. He sat up way too fast and now his body was trying to compensate for the action. When a light Doberman entered the room, Harrison froze. It wasn't even a month earlier that he had been attacked by a stray dog. "Hi puppers." He called out lightly. Harrison remained where he sat on the bed, fearing that if he moved too much the pet would attack. He remembered having a Saint Bernard as a child and absolutely adoring the dog, but now it was a whole different story. "Oliver." He called out a little louder.

 

[Comet]

Karson watched him with an amused look. "No problem. Since you didn't shoot me either, I'll help you guys the best I can until we go our own ways." She said, pulling out another medicine bottle, this time with liquid in it and handed it to Oliver. "Give him some of this. If he has a fever, trying to sleep with it would suck for the boy. Give him this to knock him out and he'll feel better in the morning. Before all of this shit happened, I was training to be a doctor so I know a few things." She shrugged at him while her little puppy went up to the boy, wagging his tail and sniffing him. The two german shepherds stood on each side of Karson, keeping a wary distance while the doberman with Harrison upstairs sniffed the boys hair before falling in his lap with a humpf and getting comfortable, making it known that he will not leave the sick boy.


@Nikki Rodgers

 

[Sophrosyne]

@Comet


Harrison stiffened as the Doberman approached him. The animal looked friendly enough, but that didn't ease his worries at all. He remembered before everything had happened that their father had always told him to beware of stray animals, for you could never tell if they were friendly or just looking for a meal. He was hoping that this dog was well fed and that he didn't look like a meal of any kind. Harrison couldn't surpress the soft laugh that escaped when the dog pressed it's muzzle to his hair to sniff at it. He lifted his hand and placed it ontop of the dog's head, petting him gently. He assumed that the creature wouldn't attack him and when the dog dropped into his lap, he was more than a little bit surprised. "You're not so bad, huh?" He whispered lightly, shifting to where he could lay beside the animal and ran his hand along the fur. "Oliver." He called, slightly louder, now that he knew the dog wouldn't attack him. Even with the presence of the animal, he was starting to worry about his sibling. They usually never parted for so long.


Oliver took the bottle, flipping it over in his hands to observe it. He nodded at he statement, before offering a thankful smile. "Glad we ran into you, then." He commented, turning his head at his brother's voice. "He's probably getting panicky. You can come up with me if you want." He replied, shifting to head up the stairs. Oliver paced down the hallway, pausing in the doorframe to see his brother laying with the larger dog. A genuine smile covered his features as the boy popped his head up, "I think I made a friend, Ollie." Harrison smiled, petting the animal. Oliver stepped towards the two and sat on the end of the bed. He dropped the supplies on the bed, grasping the can and popping the top. "Here," He instructed, handing the younger teen the Ravioli and a utensile from their bag, "You need to eat." Harrison took the can and smiled, before it quickly faded, "Did you eat?"


Oliver nodded, handing the younger a water bottle, as well. "Also," He grasped the spoon from his sibling and grabbed the bottle of medicine and poured what seemed to be the right amount for his weight, "It'll make you feel better." Harrison scrunched up his nose, taking the spoon and drinking it. He resumed eating, slowly sipping at the water. After a moment, Harrison glanced up to find the girl and smiled, "Thank you for letting us stay."

 

[Comet]

Karson followed Oliver and stood in the doorway, giving the boys their space. She saw her Doberman in the little boys lap and she smiled at that, knowing that he doesn't get any love cause the other ones chase him off. "His name is Titus." She pointed out, having her arms crossed over he chest. She nodded when they thanked her and added, "no problem. You guys needed it."


@Nikki Rodgers

 

[Entarriance]

Chess merely accepted the pat on the head. They were injured and tired, so refusing it at this point would be too much work. And they didn't want their entire shoulder to just shatter open. Necro waved bandaids in front of them, and it was easy to see that they wanted to help her to some degree. It was ironic. Chess started out hating this kid, he took one of their men hostage, and they were always a skeptical character. And out of Xi and Jeson, he got along with Jeson. That was already a big skeptical move on his part. But maybe he wasn't so bad. It's not like this completely changed Chess' view, after all, habits are really hard to get rid of. There was still everything to be concerned about, everything to be weary of, something suspicious going on, and mentally preparing themselves for betrayal... but at least for now, it was one of the first people that Chess managed to talk to outside of their gang. And they didn't have the objective to kill them. Which was also a first.


Shoving away his hand, Chess stumbled a little and limped off towards another direction. Their expression was indifferent, as always, though they appeared to have a bit of a less-tense gaze than usual. Or maybe they were just tired.


"Thanks, but I rather hunt out teammates first. I'm going back to the apartment I was at earlier."


It wasn't way too far from the building that they were in. It was close enough that Chess had ran towards the platform and nearly died, but far enough that it took a while of full-out sprinting to get across towards.


"I don't even know you're name."


Don't try and be friends with me, was what Chess wanted to continue with, but they stopped. It was such a cliche movie line to say, and it's already cheesy enough. So just let it die there and hope.


@Jazzy





~~


"Xi carries around one of those stupid little handheld microscopes on his key holder thing. It's pretty fucking stupid, but I guess he's into all that weird sciency crap."


Carter was patching up his wound, and Go averted his eyes over towards the window. It was pretty late into the day, and there was no telling whether or not their leader was alive. The fact that he had no idea made him frustrated. It wasn't like he had an affection over Chess, or that there was a super weird attachment similar to what Jeson has. But Chess was a childhood, "friend" of his, and if you know someone for over 10 years, you really have to force yourself to dislike them at some point. They were a pretty big variable in their life, and it was hard to imagine that they were dead in general.


"Fucckk... this is just a hellhole!!!"


He realized that fact already, but he couldn't help but blurt it out. Groaning frustrated, he sat on the ground where he stood, holding his sword which still stayed uprightto the ground, perpendicular. After Carter was done, he brought out what appeared to be a book. Writing it in, Go spat onto the floor, muttering in a husky voice.


"Is that some girly-ass diary or something.."


Luckily, Carter didn't seem to process that as he wrote, but he did stop. Concerned that he heard, Go immediately averted his gaze, before Carter began to speak again.





"Hey Go, do you wanna do some workouts? We need to stay in shape if we want to survive!"


Scowling at him, Go stubbornly crossed his arms, letting his sword fall onto his lap.


"Tch, workout with some stupid kid like you?! As if!!!"


It was a pretty hypocritical statement, considering how he works together with a gang of people 1-2 years younger than him and does spend time training early in the morning when they're established a base by finding some stick and swinging that for a few hours against something until either the stick or the thing breaks, going on very short-ranged but repetitive jogs (usually indoors if they find a building), pretty much all the relentless stuff that he did before the apocalypse. With less matches scheduled with the whole Syndicate in tatters, and that usually made him super moody. Luckily, Chess was the only one that agreed to spar with him every once and a while, though he lost most of the time. You're always too hasty. You need to think out plans sometimes was usually his only criticism.


"... what did that file ya' got earlier have, anyway. Xi looked pretty relieved and surprised when mute-kid tore it up."


@The Hidden Kracken

 

[Jazzy]

Necro shrugged and put the bandages back. At least she didn't slap him or something. She looked drained though, and if it weren't for that he bet she would've slapped him. Oh well. He didn't plan on informing anyone of his name anytime soon. Fumbling with the key in his pocket, he smiled. He was surprised it was even still there.

 

[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-"


"Sweet mother of god, how long have you been talking about this? How are conclusions coming to you now?"


"I like voicing my thoughts! You're the one that wanted to stay."


Standing outside of the cafe, Jeson was looking back and forth anxiously, as if expecting something. He knew what he was expecting, but Xi kept trying to urge them to head off to the library. He refused, and both of them ended up waiting outside of the place for quite a while. Their leader was probably dead, no way in hell that it would take them this long to get over. It was probably due to Jeson's unnatural clinginess that he refused to believe, and Xi audibly breathed out a sigh.


"Listen, I know tha-"


"Aah?! Aah!! Chess!!"


"?!"


"Necro too!!"


Jeson seemed to teleport from where he stood near the cafe. Confused, Xi gradually turned his head towards where he had ran to, watching as he went rocketing down the pavement (oo boy).


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"... of course I don't get a word from you."


Chess isn't going to know this kid's name any time soon. But then again, no one in their own gang seems to know what each other's names are. And Chess wasn't their name either. Their pace of walking was rather slow, and it should've ben self explanatory. Their wounds were going to bleed themselves out at this rate, but maybe that wouldn't be such a bad idea. Anything was better than this hell at the moment. They heard rapid footsteps coming towards them, and Chess held their arm out, as if telling Necro to stop. About to raise their gun, they felt something crash hard into their body and onto the ground, without the actual impact part of it.


"I was so worried!! Mon amour are you okay?! Necro too!"


After rubbing their cheek against Chess for a few seconds, Jeson bear hugged them while shielding them from the actual fall. Hastily getting up, he grabbed Necro by the shoulders and spun him around in a circle. Less affectionate than the bear hug rub cheek event. It was an odd action, but Jeson was checking the kid for injuries. At least he, uh, cared?


"Thank god you're both alright!"


It was apparent that Chess was rather uncomfortable, though they did seem to have a hint of relief among their expression.


"... sure.."


@Jazzy

 

[The Hidden Kracken]

"Necro only ripped up his page of the file. It has personal info and stuff, here!" Carter threw the file to Go and the remembered his previous statements. "It's not a diary by the way. Well, I guess you could call it that, I prefer calling it a log. It's so I can give myself advice and keep track of the little things. Oh, and I can train! You don't get 30+ TKO's without it!" He got up and started doing push-ups. "Well, are you in or what?" He heard the Stupid Kid" remark. Rage filled him as he stood to his feet and walked over to Go. "The fuck do you mean? I've been shat on my entire life for being too smart, and now I have some bozo I just met almost a week ago calling me stupid?!" He clenched his fists and punched the table, breaking it. "IM TIRED OF PEOPLE ACTING LIKE THEY CAN PUSH ME AROUND GO! YOU'RE NOT THE ONLY ONE WITH A TEMPER, MATE!" He paused. Why was he doing this? What was he going to prove to this man? He peared at Go and finally spoke. "Look, we aren't in a good situation right now, I'm sorry. None of you guys respect me, and it seems you don't even know I exist. I just..." he looked down at his feet. "... I just need someone to talk to." He turned and walked back to the broken table. "Tomorrow is another day..." he thought to himself. He layed down on the ground and turned his Ipod on so he could drown everything out.


[media]



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@Entarriance

 

[Entarriance]

"... oh, uh, thanks?"


After being thrown the file, Carter rebuttled nearly everything that he said, and kept insisting for some training together to, some degree. Opening up the file as he was on the ground, he looked for himself first. His face went pale.


"... the hell?!"


It had his real name on it. Like, actual name on it. Ness Rooks was written neatly next to a picture of his face, and something about that was severely unsettling. Standing up with a face as pale as a sheet he took the file and threw it into the air. With his sword drawn, he lashed upwards and down in two quick motions, dicing the file into 3 unreadable sections. Hopefully that will never be seen again.





"Who does workouts with only one other guy? That's gross.."


Stubborn as always, Go scowled as Carter continued to do push-ups. It seems that he was pretty unwilling in terms of where typical boundaries stood, which was still pretty stupid considering how it's the apocalypse and it should've dropped at this point.


"Back before this hellhole, the Rooks always scheduled weekly tournaments and matches and stuff. And the winner always got a crapton of money. Why should I train with some kid like you, anyway?! Whaddami gonna get outta it?"


@The Hidden Kracken

 

[The Hidden Kracken]

Carter smiled and looked up at Go. "An asskicking." He said. He stood and waited for Go to retaliate.


@Entarriance

 

[Entarriance]

Go tensed up. Before he did anything, he first considered his options and morality. His teammates always told him that his actions were always very emotion-based and hasty, and it was typically a bad idea for him to resort to making decisions without thinking about it. A brief montage of the fights he got into with his teammates and that usually being shot down flashed through his head, as well as the number of times he had to be stopped from hurting someone. He was always told how he did have admirable strength, growing up violent and staying that way, and while he did have a good amount of strength on his shoulders, it was very bad to let his own skill determine his actions.


...


Bullshit.


Raising his sword, Go growled as he slashed it forward at Carter. He didn't intend to kill the guy at all, but possibly injuring sure enough. Because his sword was sheathed, the damage that it could do for now is similar to that of a bokken, a wooden training tool. It sure as hell hurt, though it wasn't anything that would kill him (well, unless you really intended to). He sent the first lash towards the center and a diagonal lash, meaning if Carter did process the time to dodge, it would've hit some part of his leg or upper body, and jumping back would end with the tip of the length of it ramming his upper chest. If he didn't dodge, well, it'd just hit him like a baseball bat.


"You...! COME AT ME!"


@The Hidden Kracken

 

[The Hidden Kracken]

Carter just let the attack hit him. He pulled his machete from it's place in his pack. "Now I don't think things are too fair for you, pal." He the slid under Go and put the machete to his throat. "Check..." He kicked Go in the back, knocking the weapon out of his hand, and got him in a triangle choke hold. He was trying to sustain the guy until his friends returned, but he slipped and fell flat on his back. "God damnit! Why today?" Carter thought. He hopped up and got into a defensive stance. "How about You come at Me?" Carter was ready for a fight, then realized something! "Hey Go. I got you to train with me!" He stuck his tounge out his companion.

 

[The Hidden Kracken]

@Entarriance ?

 

[The Hidden Kracken]

rip: this thread. April 24th, 2016 - May 12th, 2016

 

[The Hidden Kracken]

The last functional post was on May 9th... It's been 7 days...

 

[The Hidden Kracken]

@Entarriance BRO! Where are you?