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The Magic Apocalypse

(Note: This title will most likely be changed. )

 

 

For a very long time, magic has been the thing of legend. But, instead of being a myth, those who possess it are simply very good at hiding. Fearing bigotry and fear, people with greater capabilities than most stifled and hid their abnormalities from the majority of the population. They were isolated. But as their numbers grew, a group assembled in the darkness. Aggravated by the need to hide, they came to a sudden realization.

Why did they need to hide?

Not long after, they struck. New York fell first, and chaos erupted as thousands of innocents perished. The group, now public, began to grow and spread, leaving destruction in their wake. But some magic users did not agree and found themselves subjected to even more hatred than they feared originally. They hid among the survivors of normals as the Magic War covers the globe, casting the world into an apocalypse where groups of people struggle to survive while those in the extremist group have established themselves as tyrants in a new world order. The goal? Survive to the morning.

(Credit to pudding for putting this together.)

 

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Rules:

- No killing without permission.

- No Gary's, Mary's, Sue's, ect.

- What I says, goes.

- Put 'cupcake' on your form somewhere if you read the rules.

- No power playing and such.

- Limit two characters per person. PM me if you want three. We have to talk about that.

 

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Character Forms

There is a limit to number of Magic users, at this point, there's only one spot left.

 

For the Magic Users;

 

Username:

Name:

Age:

Gender:

Nature of power: (Shape shifter, dark magic, time warp {don't go crazy with that}, ect.)

Appearance:

Personality: (Optional)

History: (Optional, but a brief one would be nice)

Other: (Weapons, Gear, ect.)

 

For the humans;

 

Username:

Name:

Age:

Gender:

Appearance:

Personality: (Optional)

History: (Optional, but a brief one would be nice)

Other: (Weapons, Gear, ect.)

 

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Characters

 

Username: RavenWolf1010

Name: Raven

Age: 17-20

Gender: Female

Nature of power: She doesn't really have a 'power'. She can cast an illusion spell to merely appear human, but she can't actually shift into an actual human. She can use Telepathy, however, as far as she knows, she can only use it to communicate. But she's much more powerful that she thinks.

Appearance:

'Human Form'

- Hair: Dark brown with faint blonde hi-lights

- Eyes: Light grey, flecks of gold

- Height: 5'6"

- Weight: 178 lbs.

- Build: Muscular/ Fit

- Skin: White, but tanned.

-Clothing: Swearshirt, jeans, tennis shoes.

Wolf Form

- Fur: Black, with silver flecks

- Eyes: Can be gold or grey, varies on whether or not it's and illusion spell or she actually shifted.

- Normal wolves have grown in size. Not by much though.

Personality: RP'd

History: Raven is one of the last few wolves left alive on Earth. Her kind had been wiped out by careless humans hunting her species for the thought of them being a source of black magic lycanthropy. Because of this, she disguises herself as a human.

Other: She carries a small dagger, of which she's pretty handy with. Stashed away, she also has a small arsenal of firearms.

 

 

Username: RavenWolf1010

Name: Roxanne Grey

Age: 21

Gender: Female

Nature of power: It's a secret.

Appearance:

Hair- Brown

Eyes- Light grayish-blue

Build- Muscular

Height- 5'9"

Weight- 192 lb.

Clothing-

* Camo Kevlar Pants

* Military Boots

* Vest filled with little goodies

* On occasion, a flack jacket. Most times just a t-shirt

She has a soft almond shaped face. Considered naturally 'beautiful', she hates to be called that, and often talks down about herself.

Personality: Roxanne is quite the spiteful person when she's angry. She's quick to reach for a weapon. While she may be easy to tick off, she can also be pretty level headed in a dangerous situation. At the mention of the death of her parents, Roxy will hardly blink an eye. It will sting, but not enough to drive her into a blind frenzy. Mention her little sister however, you got a a crazed bat out of hell, hellbent on your earthly destruction.

History: Both her parents and young sister were murdered by socerers when she was twenty. She doesn't know it, but her mother was actually a socerer, which is why her family was killed (she wouldn't join the Revolution). She has powers, but she doesn't know it.

Other: She has a knife strapped to her thigh. She also has a 9 mm. Holstered on her hip, just in case. Both belonged to her dad.

 

 

Username: pudding

Name: Glen

Age: 24

Gender: Male

Nature of power: Destruction. Within a twenty-foot radius of his body, he has the ability to reduce objects to their most basic forms (Atoms). Doing so requires him to be able to observe the object (Covering his eyes effectively cuts off any of his magical abilities) and he needs to be able to focus on it for several seconds. Naturally, moving targets are much harder to hit, if not impossible. Objects that are smaller and with less density are much easier to destroy and anything larger than a nickel gives him a headache and runs the risk of magical backlash that can hurt him instead. Anything larger than a toaster can blur his vision (In addition to the previously mentioned things) and objects larger than a fridge run the risk of knocking him flat for a few minutes. Naturally, using his abilities rapidly over a short period of time is very dangerous for his wellbeing.

Appearance: Glen is moderately tall considering his age. His hair, while not passing his shoulders, is long and black in color and fairly scruffy. Stress and possibly hearing loss are attributed to him having random "curls" of grey scattered among the black, though they are not entirely noticeable. His eyes are naturally goodish-colored (Similar to hazel). Due to the sensitivity of his body following the use of his powers and his current attempts to hide, he does not see that much sun and is pale as a result. He is also very slim since food in these times is scarce.

Glen

Personality: Although moping about is something Glen often does on his own, he recognizes that this is the most suspicious behavior ever for someone in his circumstances. He remains two-faced around people, adopting a care-free persona that makes a great deal of jokes to try and lighten everyone else's spirits. He usually doesn't remain in groups for very long and, even when he is with a group, ends up leaving for extended periods of time to mope on his own. He has grown mellow in his time away from the extremists and considerably friendlier to people. More recently, he has developed depression and anxiety from his past.

History: Glen made a lot of mistakes. More than he would like to admit. As one could very well imagine, his specific abilities were found to be useful by the group of extremists. Fed up with hiding his powers, he followed his close friend into the mix and became involved with the extremists. During the fall of New York, he took the stage and used his abilities to help bring the city to its heels, aiding in the slaughter of many people he attributed to years of anxiety and depression for who he was. During the fight and in the aftermath, he became a notorious member of the group known as the golden-eyed ghost because he used his ability to break holes in walls to sneak inside buildings to attack.

Sometime after the destruction of New York, he began to drift away from the extremists. He saw his friend who originally introduced him to the group twist and warp and didn't want any of this. Equality wasn't going to be achieved through the violence he had helped to create, only more inequality. He left the extremists without warning them and has been wandering around since then.

Other: Cupcake. He has adopted an anti-weapon approach since leaving the extremist group, though they were never useful to him in the first place since his powers are far more potent. He does carry around a small kitchen knife but it's simply for food gather purposes.

 

 

Username: pudding

Name: Vincent

Age: 26

Gender: Male

Appearance: Vincent has thin, blond hair that falls down to his shoulders. His eyes are green and he falls more on the thin side, though he is very thin due to his body type. He's 5'11 and usually wears black boots and a long, black trench coat filled with weapons.

Personality: Vincent is very serious, and slightly obsessive. His bias against magic users is severe and causes a lot of aggression towards them. He cares a lot for ordinary people and is stubborn despite his intelligence. He doesn't deal with humorous people very well or jokes in general and always focuses on getting back at the people who caused the death of his family and friends.

History: Vincent is one of the few survivors of the New York Massacre, as he likes to call it and witnessed the terrible events first hand. He's never been entirely right since then and has come to hate any users of magic with a burning passion and tries to hunt as many down now as he can. Following the events, he gathered other survivors and established a refuge outside of the city where he sends other people that he finds. He often explores for himself for a while to find magic users and kill them. He does take requests from the people he rescues on who to try and find and, at the moment, has his sights set on tracking down the Golden Eyed Ghost.

Other: Cupcakes. He has a rapier he uses for close combat (Attached at the hip), a butcher knife for threats (Hidden in his boot) and a pistol for shooting people far away (Holstered on the opposite side of the sword). He's best with the sword but that doesn't stop him from using all three. He keeps extra ammo sewn into the under side of his jacket. He also carries around quite a bit of rope as, more recently, he has taken to dragging magic users to the refuge he established to stand for a mock trial in front of the people they hurt. This always ends in death for the unfortunate magic user.

 

 

Name: Layleina or Lay (by Lay, often confused as boy if name alone is heard)

Age: 21

Gender: Female

Appearance: She is about 1,75m, has green eyes and abony red hair. Her hair is straight and short so no enemies can grab it. She likes to dress lightlylightly, so often an combination of a shirt, loose pants and sneakers. She is slim and build muscles for her purpose.

Personality: Concentrated on her goal and serious for most people she will just be stubborn. Once you have her trust she will always help you. But she often mistakes people for who they really are. She likes to hang out in underground pubs and looks for mercenary jobs. (I hope they exist there). She will alway have just one goal when she is in her Mental mode . Save her friends.

History: She was friends with Glen before the war but she lost soon contact with him. She has a weak mind and often had to be brought to a mental ward. Because of the weak mind she is also easily influenced by illusions. After the visits she always needed to swallow tons of medicine. When the war started it became hard to obtain. She decided to go to a magican and let him enchant her sword. Her sword supported her weak mind and she didn't need her medicine anymore. Without either of them she will become crazy and disorientated. In the middle of the war she saw her family being murdered in front of her by magicans or humans. She can't remember. only by hiding like a coward was she able to escape. She still feels like a coward for not being able to help. So she started to work as a mercenary. Doesn't matter if it's for a magican of human she will acceptaccept as long as it pays.

Other: She has a small handgun always with her but mostly keeps it holstered, she only uses it for emergencies. Her favored weapon is her katana. She calls it slayer, and is enchanted for her mind and to ward off small magical creatures. Sometimes before a big job she will ask a magican to enchant it some more.

 

 

Username: claw

Name: Hanil Terrinol

Age: 19

Gender: Male

Appearance: Hanil is pretty average for a person. He stands at five-foot-ten, and weights 170 pounds. He has deep green eyes and coal black hair. Hanil's skin is deeply tanned and usually dirty. Pretty normal, right? Except, one of his arms are robotic. Other than that, he wears a bomber jacket over a black tee shirt and a pair of jeans. Occasionally, he also wears a gas mask and a pair of aviator's goggles.

Personality: Hanil is shy and quiet, and would much rather be working on his machines than talking to people. He startles easily and seems pretty skittish, but can be cheerful and bubbly if he feels safe. For obvious reasons, this usually doesn't happen.

History: He grew up with his father, a famous inventor, learning how to program and work on machines thanks to his tech-savvy father and brothers. Although born without a right arm, he and his brothers constructed and programmed an arm for him. Once things started to go south in the country, Hanil packed up whatever equipment he could (which ended up being a good bit) and fled New York.

Other: He carries a variety of strange contraptions with him at all times.

 

 

Username: Claw

Name: Namina waltz

Age: 28

Gender: Female

Nature of power: Mina controls the flow of energy. She can sap it from objects, and then release it in a weapon form, or return it to someone or something. In order to take energy, however, she must touch the object or being in order to do so. She can also heal people, but it drains her dry on energy when she does so.

Personality: (Optional)

History: Namina Waltz hid her entire life. She was afraid of what she could do. Everyone was. She learned to get a grip on it eventually, but it involved a lot of pain and destruction. She, however, wasn't involved in any rebellions. It was a waste of her time. In destruction, however, there is always hope. Once New York and general society fell, Namina took up the role of a smuggler, and regularly travels about and delivers goods to camps in need of whatever she has.

Other: cupcakes. Mina carries two pistols, and a machete with her at all times. She also has a large backpack (in which she carries any smuggled goods). She wears a pair of combat boots, cargo pants, and a black tank-top. Her hair is pure white (as a result of her powers), and her eyes are a bright blue.

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Oh, nice. Can it be a fantasy sort of apocalypse setting, as well?

 

Maybe with some sort of huge war that annihilated the world with forbidden magicks in the past, and since the earth was devistated, it's going to be a constant fight for survival.

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Ah, that would be interesting. ((But I like my magic...))

Might be a cause for strife too if some could use magic and the others can't. If the theortical magic apocalypse did happen, the normal creatures would be angry at the ones with magic and whatnot as in their eyes, even if they were part of the ones who did not do it/spoke out against doing it, they were still a part of it.

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I agree. The most I'd give her would be telepathy (limited of course), and perhaps like shadow manipulation.

 

Alrighty then. Let's start clearing out our comments then.

Thanks for all the help.

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Username: RavenWolf1010

Name: Raven

Age: 17-20

Gender: Female

Nature of power: Shifter. She can cast an illusion spell to merely appear human, or, she can shift into an actual human. This often requires the removal of her clothing though, when shifting back to a wolf from human.

Appearance:

Human Form

- Hair: Dark brown with faint blonde hi-lights

- Eyes: Light grey, flecks of gold

- Height: 5'6"

- Weight: 178 lbs.

- Build: Muscular/ Fit

- Skin: White, but tanned.

-Clothing: Swearshirt, jeans, tennis shoes.

Wolf Form

- Fur: Black, with silver flecks

- Eyes: Can be gold or grey, varies on whether or not it's and illusion spell or she actually shifted.

- Normal wolves have grown in size. Not by much though.

Personality: RP'd

History: Raven is one of the last few wolves left alive on Earth. Her kind had been wiped out by careless humans hunting her species for the thought of them being a source of black magic lycanthropy. Because of this, she disguises herself as a human.

Other: She carries a small dagger, of which she's pretty handy with. Stashed away, she also has a small arsenal of firearms.

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Username: pudding

Name: Glen

Age: 24

Gender: Male

Nature of power: Destruction. Within a twenty-foot radius of his body, he has the ability to reduce objects to their most basic forms (Atoms). Doing so requires him to be able to observe the object (Covering his eyes effectively cuts off any of his magical abilities) and he needs to be able to focus on it for several seconds. Naturally, moving targets are much harder to hit, if not impossible. Objects that are smaller and with less density are much easier to destroy and anything larger than a nickel gives him a headache and runs the risk of magical backlash that can hurt him instead. Anything larger than a toaster can blur his vision (In addition to the previously mentioned things) and objects larger than a fridge run the risk of knocking him flat for a few minutes. Naturally, using his abilities rapidly over a short period of time is very dangerous for his wellbeing.

Appearance: Glen is moderately tall considering his age. His hair, while not passing his shoulders, is long and black in color and fairly scruffy. Stress and possibly hearing loss are attributed to him having random "curls" of grey scattered among the black, though they are not entirely noticeable. His eyes are naturally goodish-colored (Similar to hazel). Due to the sensitivity of his body following the use of his powers and his current attempts to hide, he does not see that much sun and is pale as a result. He is also very slim since food in these times is scarce.

Glen

Personality: Although moping about is something Glen often does on his own, he recognizes that this is the most suspicious behavior ever for someone in his circumstances. He remains two-faced around people, adopting a care-free persona that makes a great deal of jokes to try and lighten everyone else's spirits. He usually doesn't remain in groups for very long and, even when he is with a group, ends up leaving for extended periods of time to mope on his own. He has grown mellow in his time away from the extremists and considerably friendlier to people. More recently, he has developed depression and anxiety from his past.

History: Glen made a lot of mistakes. More than he would like to admit. As one could very well imagine, his specific abilities were found to be useful by the group of extremists. Fed up with hiding his powers, he followed his close friend into the mix and became involved with the extremists. During the fall of New York, he took the stage and used his abilities to help bring the city to its heels, aiding in the slaughter of many people he attributed to years of anxiety and depression for who he was. During the fight and in the aftermath, he became a notorious member of the group known as the golden-eyed ghost because he used his ability to break holes in walls to sneak inside buildings to attack.

Sometime after the destruction of New York, he began to drift away from the extremists. He saw his friend who originally introduced him to the group twist and warp and didn't want any of this. Equality wasn't going to be achieved through the violence he had helped to create, only more inequality. He left the extremists without warning them and has been wandering around since then.

Other: Cupcake. He has adopted an anti-weapon approach since leaving the extremist group, though they were never useful to him in the first place since his powers are far more potent. He does carry around a small kitchen knife but it's simply for food gather purposes.

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((I'm good with starting if you want to go first. I've got to go to sleep soon, though. It's up to you.))

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((Sorry for disappearing on you. I fell asleep. xd.png ))

 

A shadow moved swiftly through the wreckage of the city. Glass tore at the bottoms of her paws. Yet the shouting still grew louder. "She's over there!" A small growl of frustration rumbled in her throat. Without warning, the ground became slick and cold. Oh censorkip.gif ! Struggling to keep upright, the canine kept running, digging her nails into the ice to try and keep purchase. If only I had enough time to just shift...

A crackling ball of electricity pulled her out of her thoughts. She barely missed it, and it left her fur standing on end. I have to keep moving. Just as three figures appeared through the unsettled dust, she leapt sideways, her paws still slipping out from underneath her. "Get her!" There was another sphere of electricity thrown at her. She leapt sideways, and then stopped, looking down on the trio. Her golden eyes burned with a dark ferocity. For a moment, fear could be seen on all their faces.

Then, one shook his head and pointed. "What are you idiots doing?! Get her now!"

 

Leave now, if you return, I will kill you. Turn around, go back to where you came from.

 

They all seemed stunned into silence for moment. "She's a magic user! We need her! Capture her!" The other two weren't responding. They slowly took a few steps backwards, and then turned, taking unsure steps back the way the came. "You idiots! Get back here!" Raven saw her chance. She dove sideways off the pile of crumbled concrete, and continued in the opposite direction. That was too close. I have to be more careful.

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The cold of winter had driven him back to the wreckage. It was a grim reminder for Glen of his part to play in the war and the complete annihilation of many innocent lives but he feared death himself. Perhaps sending millions of other off to their graves had made himself fear his own death. So, when the ice began to form, he migrated back to the city to hide among the wreckage. At the very least, the rubble offered more warmth.

Glen breathed deeply into his hands, trying to give his fingers some warmth. His back was pressed against a wall, light filling the room from a large hole in the ceiling. He couldn't see the sky from where he was sitting which was good. That meant any others couldn't see him. The city was a dangerous place since he now had enemies on both sides. The extremists would not be happy that he had left them and either kill him or drag him back into the killings. He wanted nothing more to do with that.

The sound of yelling nearby caught his attention as the dark-haired man quickly looked up in alarm and fear. Had they found him? They were being awfully noisy about it. Maybe they were chasing someone else instead. Either way, he had to be quiet. Drawing his black coat close around his body, he huddled in the far corner of the rubble, holding his breath.

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Raven was quite alarmed when the ground dropped out from underneath her.

 

Just a suddenly, the ground reappeared, and she hit it with a sickening thud. Ow... The canine rose on unsteady feet. She was dazed by the impact, and upon standing, the world spun around her, and spots filled her vision. Oh crap... She slumped heavily back onto the ground.

 

((Sorry it's short, I'm trying to do this in class. xd.png ))

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The sudden fall of rubble was accompanied by a strange looking creature. Was it a dog? Or a wolf? Or a shapeshifter? Glen quickly huddled himself in the corner, bringing his black hat down over his golden eyes so the dark clothing more easily hid him. As reluctant as he was to hurt people, his hand tightened on the handle of the knife. What was he going to do? Stab a massive wolf with claws and teeth with what was basically a butter knife. Great.

Out of the corner of his eye, he noticed the wolf slump over. The sound of shouting drew louder and Glen hesitated before quickly standing up and running to the wolf, hiding his small knife as he did so. He looked up at the hole then tried to push the wolf away and into the darkness where he had been hiding.

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Wait wait I want to join don't go too fast give me a minute for the form

 

Username: loviebeest

Name: Layleina or Lay (by Lay, often confused as boy if name alone is heard)

Age: 21

Gender: Female

Appearance: She is about 1,75m, has green eyes and abony red hair. Her hair is straight and short so no enemies can grab it. She likes to dress lightly, so often an combination of a shirt, loose pants and sneakers. She is slim and build muscles for her purpose.

Personality: Concentrated on her goal and serious. Once you have her trust she will always help you. But she often mistakes people for who they really are. She likes to hang out in underground pubs and looks for mercenary jobs. (I hope they exist there)

History: In the middle of the war she saw her family being murdered in front of her by magicans or humans. She can't remember. only by hiding like a coward was she able to escape. She still feels like a coward for not being able to help. So she started to work as a mercenary. Doesn't matter if it's for a magican of human she will accept as long as it pays.

Other: She has a small handgun always with her but mostly keeps it holstered, she only uses it for emergencies. Her favored weapon is her katana. She calls it slayer and sometimes before a big job she will a magican to enchant it.

Can she be Glen's friend? Like someone you often meet somewhere and just started to talk with someday. Never about something special just about how the day went. That kind of friend. (she doesn't know than that he is a magican.)

I hope this is accepted biggrin.gif btw cupcake and for the name what about "Magic Believes"

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((I am fine with her knowing Glen prior to his dealings with the extremists. Old friends who knew each other a while ago, perhaps? He'd probably be under the radar for a good three years between being with the group and the apocalypse.))

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(( Accepted Lovie. smile.gif ))

 

Raven groaned, her body chemistry not allowing her stay out very long (an unfortunate side-effect from a spell gone wrong). Her eyes opened slowly, they were a clouded gold still. She looks around groggily. Where am I? Her mind cleared at the sounds of the shouting as her survial instincts kicked in. She snarled, oblivious for a few moments, to the male in the semi-enclosed space. Her attention spilt, half on the shouts growing neared, the other on the male. In the dark, her pelt blended, leaving her golden eyes, that seemed to glow in the low light.

 

((Once again I apologize for the choppiness. I'm bored, and trying not to get caught still. xd.png ))

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When the wolf stirred, Glen forgot about dragging it away and instead stumbled back into the corner he had been hiding in. Not good. Not good at all. "Shhhh!" Glen hissed furiously, not risking going near the wolf but making furious movements all the same. Had he miscalculated? What if this wolf was an enemy in disguise? Realization dawned on his face and he quickly pulled his hat down to cover his own golden eyes before leaping to his feet. He quickly turned and jumped out of a hole in the corner of the floor, falling down to the lower level. He landed hard on his hands and knees several feet below, now in an even darker room than before. The stench of blood filled the air.

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She was wandering around in the darkness for a while now. She looked around her hoping for an exit. It had been a while since Lay had accepted a job from the pub. "This place sucks, what the hell does the old man want from here?" She said to herself aloud. She reminded herself that it was a bad idea to talk out loud on a mission so she started mumbling. "I mean what can you find in a place like this, he didn't even descripe properly what he wanted." Suddenly she heard some rumbling and thuds above her and a bit further along the way she took. "What the..." Curious to if she had to start a fight, she started a faster pace. After walking a few meters she arrived at a dehinged door. "I think it came from he... Ugh that smell." She smelled the blood as soon as she was in front of the door and for a moment she doubted if she should go in. She went in anyway to find out where the sounds came from. She saw the blood in the dimly lit room and heard more sounds coming from above her. Afraid it would be dangerous she hid in the shadows. Soon she saw a guy falling from the ceiling. She tried to keep still and see who it was. But her foot hit an old plank. Whoever it was he now knew she was there.

 

((my first RP post hope it's good enough))

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((Very good for your first! Just remember they're currently in the remains of a city (Probably New York) and with the apocalypse, there probably wouldn't be a pub or something like that.))

 

Laying on the floor would have been something Glen would have liked to do. His hands and knees were bleeding now and his bones ached from the fall he had taken to escape from the wolf. But there was no time for rest with the sound nearby. He had several options at this point. He could try to run. He could try to fight. Or he could play unconscious. Deciding the last corresponded more readily to his intentions and current body condition, he didn't move. If the person who he had heard nearby left, he would collect himself and leave. Hopefully after seeing a stranger plummet from the floor above, he or she would just leave. It couldn't be that uncommon with all of the dead bodies around the city.

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((I think that there at least is a place of refuge where you also can drink. maybe it has a name but for now I will call it a pub ^^. Are you planning something with the room if so then I will leave. and say it if Ibecome too vulgar.))

 

She waited a few moments to see if the guy reacted. After a while nothing happend and she started to relax. "Just another dead body. That scared the censorkip.gif out of me." She started mumbling on. "I hope the people that killed him aren't here anymore." For a moment she tought that she should check if the body was still warm, but after some thougt she didn't. Bodies go cold quickly in this weather. "It should be here this is about the only intact room left." The mumbling and talking to herself had become a bad habit after being alone so often on missions. Mumbling your thoughts are never a good idea especially if you're on a mission. But that doesn't stop an habit. "A seal, it should be somewhere. If just this room wasn't cove... Yuck I stepped in it." She looked at her shoe smeared in blood and decided to look around calmly instead of just wander around. "Looks like I will be here for a while." She started to look around avoiding the blood.

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((Nope, nothing.))

 

She wasn't leaving. She wasn't leaving. Oh gods, why wasn't she leaving?! His hat had inconveniently fallen over his head, preventing him from seeing most everything around him, even though his golden eyes were open once more and looking around the room for some escape. There was the door she had walked through but there was some distance between him and the door and even then, he had no idea where to go. Maybe it was time to 'wake up'.

After several seconds, he slowly began to shift, doing his best to move slow and loud. If he didn't get up quietly, he wouldn't run the risk of startling her. And slowly meant that he wasn't as much of a threat. If all else failed, he could always try to lure her into one place for long enough to scatter her atoms. But that seemed unlikely. "Is someone there?" He asked, pretending to be ignorant to her position nearby.

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She was just about to grab another old plank to rip it from the wall when she heard sounds from behind her. She turned around, to almost slip on another pool of blood. This was bad very bad, the corpse was alive. Before the living corpse would do anything she would make sure she had slayer in her hands. As she stood there ready to attack she only got the question: "Is someone there?". Suprised by the lack of killing intend she relaxed. "I thought you were dead." Altough relaxed she kept her sword in her hand and stepped a bit closer. Inspecting the corpse that was now alive.

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Every instinct in Glen's body told him to play dumb to absolutely everything. During his time working with the extremists, he had behaved like a psychopath. A complete maniac. If he behaved exactly opposite of that, maybe she wouldn't grow suspicious. Gold eyes couldn't be THAT uncommon. And barely anyone who saw his face lived to tell the tale. "Dead?" He asked as his eyes flickered to the weapon she was carrying. Alarms quickly went off in his head as he scrambled to his feet and retreated to the far corner, placing both hands against the wall. "Well I don't want to be!" He replied uneasily, looking panicked. Something about the girl looked familiar but it was difficult to tell. "Please don't kill me," He added after a moment as his hat fell down over his eyes.

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