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Creative Arts and Media => Roleplay => Serious RP => Topic started by: LeafTheSwift on January 15, 2013, 04:10:10 AM
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I was thinking we started it like we already knew each other.
If we did that we'd need a chareter bio from each of us though.
Post Merge: January 15, 2013, 04:39:54 AM
Species-Swift Fox
Build- Agile
Aperence:Dark purple athletic vest. Black sweat pants. Kunia knife puch on left leg. Ninja star puch on right leg. Katana on lower back going horazontaly.
Age: 20 ((For this RP))
Char BIO: FoxStorm was around ten when the desise had struck. He stayed with his dad who taught him (this is gonna sound so dumb) the ways of the ninja. FoxStorms father was eaten when he was 15 and after that he had to survive on his own. He used what he was taught to survive. He was all alone untill he ran into Rena and Auden. FoxStorm is confident and cunning and always finds a way to adress the situation stethaly. whether it is steeling food or killing a zombie. He is very skilled with the katana, shuriken,and kunai. And evry thing else ninja.
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FoxStorm
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Auden
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Species— Red Fox
Build— Slim, and mildly athletic. Built for stealth and moving quickly. He's very adept at climbing and moving around undetected.
Appearance and equipment— What I'm wearing in my picture, but with the following:
-Foliage green MOLLE shoulder rig (http://www.specialforces.com/image/data/Tactical%20Tailor/TT60100b.jpg) with twin pistol mag pouches mounted on right side, and marine combat knife (http://www.knifesupply.com/eshop/products/KA1214_ka-bar_usa_serrated_fighting_knife_w_kydex_sheath.jpg) on the left
-HK45 handgun (http://www.guns.com/wp-content/uploads/2013/01/HK45-Tactical-GREEN-right-1.jpg) in thigh-mounted holster on right thigh
-Black folding knife (http://howcool.com/popup-images/BDK-RR349.jpg); a memento from my mate, from whom I am currently separated
-3-foot titanium crowbar with grip and wrist-loop fashioned from paracord. He keeps it in a leather sheath that runs diagonally across his back, which was made by one of his old friends and inscribed with Nordic runes meant to keep him safe and deadly in battle.
-compact LED flashlight
-Black tactical fingerless gloves
Age— 21
Bio— A member of a small Ninjutsu dojo, this young fox remained with his fellow students after their master became infected toward the beginning of the outbreak. As the virus continued to spread, however, his group drifted gradually apart—due either to death, infection, or becoming lost or separated while fleeing the plague and its victims. From that point, he moved between groups of survivors, never staying with any of them for too long. He made and lost friends during his travels across the infected wasteland, but the one thing that remained with him was the nickname he received from a member of one group of survivors he had stayed with, when they had observed his skills in Ninjutsu: "Shinobi." He has lost all of the weapons his discipline traditionally used, such as swords, shuriken, and kunai, but his resourcefulness, years of training, and sheer luck have kept him alive. He has scavenged, stolen, and traded to get where he currently is, now sporting an entirely un-ninja-like arsenal. His skills in the way of the shinobi, however, have only been sharpened. He has a tendency to observe from a hidden or secure position, thoroughly weighing his options before taking any action, and his near-obsessive habit of conserving ammo has garnered mixed reactions from his fellow survivors; he will only take a shot if he is absolutely certain his bullet will find its mark, which has labelled him a coward by some and an expert survivalist by others.
Now, he has settled with another group, unsure of what his time with them will yield...
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Species - Snow Leopard
Build - Thin, slender. He is incredibly fast, his mobility making up for his lack of physical strength.
Appearance - He is covered in head to toe in dark clothing for warmth and maneuverability. Not to mention a pair of worn goggles, and a rifle slung over his back.
Age - 16
Character Background -
Audentia was born and raised in a small town outside of Seattle, Washington. To him, an idea of a viral infection wasn't new to him, the plague was just another epidemic to him, he couldn't change it, he couldn't stop it. His parents were scavengers, teaching him the ways of peace and prosperity, rather than violence and murder. He grew to the age of 16, finding that the same people he called mother and father, were the same ones that sold him to an organization of slavers for enough money to live in luxury for the rest of their days. "He'll make a fine worker." They said, conspicuous smiles across their faces.
Auden was pushed through his limits, finally knowing the feeling of true pain. He became just another name on a checklist, an item. Needless to say, his experience within confines refined him into an angered individual, soon reaching his breaking point. He broke from the chains, escaping from the roving camp in a cloud of dust. His escape wasn't in guile, or arm strength, but in fact his mobility, his speed.
He knew the world was in a bewildering state, but he still remembered his parent's trade of gathering. He found a new set of clothes, an amassment of food, and most importantly, a scoped Mosin-Nagant, an heirloom of a family no more. He has never shot a gun before, his parents never allowed it. He then realized the same parents that restricted him were the ones that sold him into slavery, so he disregarded their philosophy, establishing one of his own. He used his weaponry to become a vigilante, a hero, a saviour of the wastes.
He took on zeds, looters, and forceful vigilantes alike, using guerilla hit and run tactics to pick off the herd. He became well known of the area as a walking silhouette, sending bullets flying before the victims were even aware. Despite his praise, he didn't want to be known as a killer. He wanted to pursue the arts, become a writer...
...But, as we may know, an apocalypse has no room for a philosophy such as his.
(I have no idea why I went so in depth, but I guess it counts as character development...)
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"So, you're the new group everyone is talking about?" he chuckled and took a sip from a plastic water bottle, glistening in the morning sun. "I don't suppose you'll have room for a scout?" He shifted his weight and gave a small sigh, showing his discontent. "I can't trust you foxes, but well, you aren't trying to kill me..." he drifted off, taking another swig. "...That's a plus..." He became silent for a moment or two, before nodding his head in a gentle fashion. "M'name's Audentia, Auden for short.
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Shinobi looked the snow leopard up and down inquisitively. His ear gave a small twitch, turning to one side for a moment as if listening to some whisper carried on the wind. He wasn't terribly fond of Auden's words, and his open distrust of foxes wasn't exactly rubbing him the right way, either. Yet, he remained still, breathing deeply through his nose and choosing his following words carefully. "I wasn't aware we were so famous," he said, his response aimed at nobody in particular. He adjusted his glasses slightly, wrinkling his snout and letting out a small sigh. "I suppose you've had some bad experiences with foxes in the past, then..."
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"If you mean famous as bloody idiots, then yes." He chuckled, finishing off his bottle of water. "You're crazy enough to brave these wastes..." he fastened the bottle to his side and pulled off his balaclava, showing a playful grin half obscured by a head of drooping hair, a shine emitted from a lack of a suitable cleansing. "And, I like that." he smiled. "A group like yours can use a good pair of eyes, and I'm the one for the job." He sat down and unholstered his weapon, giving a friendly gesture. "I'll help you, if you help me." He looked to the vixen with a sudden grimace. "I have nothing against foxes, I just have a lot against people in general."
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"So what's wrong with people"FoxStorm says from the tree, His left leg dengaling off the side of the branch watching the sunrise.
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"Well you'r either gonna survive with it out here... Or die from it" FoxStorm chukles slightly,not even loud enough to hear.
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Closing his eyes momentarily, Shinobi turned his attention to his comrades. "Easy, you two..." his gaze met Auden's with quiet resolve, although it was apparent that he was still very much analyzing the newcomer. "Some people can be trusted." He followed FoxStorm's eyes to the rising sun, taking in its warmth for a moment. "What specifically can you do for us?" he asked Auden without looking back at him. "And what is it that you need us to help you with?"
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FoxStor falls from the tree withought making noise and sits on a fallen tree waiting for audens answer.
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"We kill, we loot, we rape..." he said, anger soon rising beneath the skin. "We do it for money, or power. We always have, since the day our races were conceived." He stood, his voice soon rising into a yell. "We have grown to love the click of a trigger, to find comfort in the hilt of a blade, and we take pride in that fact, too." He soon erupted into a coughing fit, before continuing his rant. "It's within our anatomy, it isn't something we can just stop, but it's something that we can slow." He cocked his rifle, a casing falling to the pavement. "I kill to save the innocent, not to rid the world of the villains we know today. There are always going to be people we hate, we can't help it."
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Ok so you have got a reson. But... FoxStorm looks around... We might not want to alert any zombies with yelling.FoxStorm turns around and disapears into the trees.
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He slung his rifle behind his back and gave another sigh before scanning the horizon. "Uh, buddy, I don't think there's any zeds around here..."
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"Why do you call them zeds anyway Auden" FoxStrom says from the trees.
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"Blame our training," Shinobi sighed, shaking his head as Storm vanished into the nearby trees. "He and I both grew up learning how to disappear and sneak around." He looked to Auden once more, his expression friendlier than before. Clearly there was a long story behind Auden's behavior, but now was certainly not the time to ask for it. It was enough to know that he wasn't just some smug bandit looking for another gang to run with. The fox extended a paw to him. "Call me Shinobi," he said, offering a smile of reassurance. "That's what everyone's been calling me for a while."
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He took his paw and gave it a hearty, but friendly, shake. "Nice t'meetchya." He said with a smile, soon diverting his attention to the third fox. "What about you? What's your name?"
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"Oooh! A russian!" He skittishly took his rifle from his back, giving it to her to examine. "Can you read those words on the side?" he pointed to a line of foreign text emblazoned on the side of the stock.
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"Were did you find that rifle, since it wasn't passed down you?"
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He looked down to the rifle with extreme disappointment. "I noticed that text for a year now, and that's all it says?" He shook his head and gently reclaimed his rifle. "I thought it was an heirloom or something with value, but noooOOoooo..." he said in a sarcastic manner, twirling his arms ridiculously. "I should bedazzle the damn thing then! Maybe cover it in glitter!"
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"Well im out of water im going to go get some more befor we take off again.I'll be back. FoxStorm stats running across the tree tworeds the stream.
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He raised his arm and pointed at her, still looking to the ground. "Y'FUKIN BETTA BAY"
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Shinobi grunted in quiet amusement at Auden's comment. "Hoping to blind the infected?" He adjusted the broad leather bandolier that ran from his right shoulder to his left hip. An old friend from a group of survivors he used to run with had fashioned it for him to hold his preferred weapon—a titanium crowbar—adorning the sheath with Nordic runes in the hope that they would help keep him safe, as well as deadly in combat. The bludgeon, modified with a parachord grip and wrist loop, sat snugly in a leather sheath that ran diagonally across his back, with the hooked end exposed just behind his right shoulder so he could easily reach back and draw the weapon whenever he needed it. The rune-inscribed leather admittedly looked rather out of place when juxtaposed with his more modern shoulder rig, but Shinobi had never been terribly concerned with matching.
He glanced over to Rena as he checked and adjusted the rest of his equipment. "Relax, Rena." he siad. "Not your fault the weapon doesn't say anything special. Besides, it still looks like a perfectly good rifle to me."
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"Hey..." Shinobi said softly, his tone shifting instantly to one of stern, yet caring attentiveness. He crouched down in front of Rena, looking her square in the eyes. "Just relax, ok?" he murmured firmly. "This is no time to be beating yourself up." He glanced about, scanning the horizons for any sign of movement, living or otherwise. "Auden, you said you've got sharp eyes. See anything?" After listening for another few moments, he turned back to his dismayed friend. "Take a couple of deep breaths... We're gonna need to move soon."
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He emerged from a trench-like structure within the ground, confusion upon his face. "I heard yelling, is everyone alright?"
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Shinobi snapped his fingers several times in front of Rena's face as she began to drift off. "Hey!" he hissed, pushing her back upright. "Come on, stay awake! It's morning, remember?" Standing, he turned his attention to Auden. "We're fine," he sighed. "Just getting a little frustrated linguistically, it seems. And sleepy, apparently. Is Storm back with his water yet? We need to get moving soon. There's a trading caravan passing through the Candlewood settlement today, and I don't want to miss them. It's a few hours' walk into this forest here, near the river that runs through the middle." He gestured to the forest that FoxStorm had run into to fetch water from, likely at one of the smaller creeks that branched off from the Candlewood River, closer to the edge of the wood.
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Shinobi rolled his eyes slightly. "Yes, let's get ready to head out. Getting your blood flowing should help you stay awake, that's for sure. Let's head toward the nearest creek; I'm sure we'll find FoxStorm nearby." He checked his equipment once more, making absolutely certain that he had everything. Shoulder rig: check. Combat knife: check. Pistol mags, fully loaded: check. Folding knife: check. Handgun: check. Crowbar: check. He adjusted his shoulder rig, thigh holster, and crowbar sheath before turning to Rena and Auden, satisfied that all his things were ready for the journey to Candlewood. "Shall we?" he asked, smiling.
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He stood and matched their height with a grunt. "All I's need's is my rifle." he clutched his weapon proudly, giving a skip with every other step. He reminded himself of the hopeful aspects of the world, listing them within his head. He did this whenever he was frightened of the upcoming events. "I kinda want to bedazzle m'gun now..." he said, blatantly.
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"Aww that suked..."FoxStorm suportes himself on his elbow,still on the ground"...dam tree." FoxStorm kicks the broken branch laying next to him."Well i better go get the water then"FoxStorm gets up with a grunt."Ow?" FoxStorm picks up his ankle."Great i must have twisted my ankle on the fall." FoxStorm starts limping in the direction of the close moving water."I hope the others come here looking for me cause im not going far till i get this patched up." FoxStorm fills his canteen full of water.Getting up and leaning his back against the tree FoxStorm slides down the tree to the ground."Lets see what i have left in my pack.One kunai knife,sharp.Couple packs of crakers. Set of spikes. Blah blah blah...And my sword."
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Shinobi's ears perked at the sound of a tree branch snapping a short distance into the wood. "I think I found him..." Sure enough, a short trek into the forest revealed their comrade sitting against a tree several meters away from the creek. "Storm is right," laughed Shinobi, emerging from the foliage at the edge of the small clearing FoxStorm was waiting in by the creek. Rena and Auden were close behind. "I could hear that tree branch falling from the edge of the forest." He shot FoxStorm a semi-amused glance as he strode over to the creek, removing a canteen from his belt and filling it. The water was more than clean enough—a rarity in these times. "In my dojo, the first thing my master taught us was to be careful where we put our paws... Rena, can you fix him up? We need to move fast if we wanna catch that trading caravan. By the contents of Storm's bag, I'd say we could use some more food..."
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"Shinobi im not in the mood for any crap. And besides the branch that i broke wasn't the one that you herd. I herd a branch break in the distance and thought it was you."I sit up and look at Rena. "Wanna take a look at this so we can get moving." I tweek my ears around listening for any more branches breaking.
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"I not going to be a burden i can walk. I've delt with worse."FoxStorm stands grabs his pack and cantine and starts walking in the direction of CandleWood.
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"Let him do what he wants, Rena," Shinobi said, patting her on the shoulder as he passed by her, following FoxStorm in the direction of Candlewood. "He's not stupid; if it gets to be too much for him, he'll say something. Let's keep heading to the settlement, but keep your eyes and ears open. Storm, you said that sound came from our direction?" As he spoke, he slid his crowbar out from its sheath on his back, putting his right paw through the wrist loop and wrapping his fingers around its paracord grip. It was very possible that they were being tailed... By who or what, though, he couldn't say. They couldn't waste time looking for it, though; if whatever or whoever it was was careless—or diseased—enough to make such a racket before, it would likely do so again. And they would certainly be ready for it.
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"Yes the noise came in your general direction."FoxStorm puts his hand over the handle on his katana haning from his left side.
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He spun around and unholstered his rifle, using his left forearm to support the barrel while he sat in a sideways, cross legged position. "'Got an eye on two individuals, one's limping, and another one is supporting him." he lowered the gun and looked to the others. "We're not killing them, put your weapons down." He stood and walked to Rena, slowly pushing her bat downwards. "You seem a little on-edge, you alright?"
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"Cleraly were not going to kill them.But the question is, should we aproach them?"FoxStorm takes his hand away from his sword.
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FoxStorm looks at Rena confussed. "What? What writing..."Looks at Auden"...And why did you yell at her about it.?"
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"They won't be able to fight in a state like this." he said, crossing his arms. "I'll go and talk to them, see what they want." he looked back to FoxStorm and gave a nod. "I'll figure this out." He changed his direction to Rena and sighed with distress. "It was a joke, calm the hell down." He holstered his rifle and ran towards the two with a slight skip in his gait. He was curious, of what the mysterious duo had to offer.
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I scoff"Not a very funny joke.." I look back at Rena"... Are you okay?"
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"I guess we'll just have to get used to his sense of humor..." Shinobi mused, resting his crowbar on his shoulder. He didn't sheathe it, though. His paranoia was beginning to act up; for all they knew, these two strangers could be some sort of decoy for an ambush. He would act natural for the time being, but keep both ears out for any sign of treachery. "Be on the lookout," he whispered to Rena and FoxStorm. "This might be some kind of trap..."
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You see Audens silhouette moving in a stumbling manner, giving his explanation and receiving theirs. After a while, the conversation came to an end, Audentia walking back to the group with the unnamed survivors by his side. "They're not dangerous, they just need a little help is all." He started, as the limping survivor began to tell their story. They were looting a small apartment complex nearby for anything they needed, food, ammunition, the usual. Shortly, they were pinned by sniper fire, resulting in his leg being incapacitated by an incoming bullet. "We left our stuff there..." he said, looking to the small crowd. "Can you help us? We'd be very grateful.." Auden nodded and placed his arms around the two wolves, showing sympathy. "How about it? It might also give us a chance to get something useful..."
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Shinobi looked the two wolves up and down, hiding his suspicion well. He was far from ready to trust them, but put on a mask of mild concern. "Rena," he said, gesturing to the wounded wolf with his crowbar. "Check out his leg, would you? See how bad the damage is." He then looked up to meet the wolves' gazes, flashing a reassuring smile. "She's our medic. She knows what she's doing." His friendly tone and smile disguised his true purpose: to ascertain whether or not they were telling the truth. There was plenty of blood on the wolf's pant leg, but such a thing could easily be faked. Rena's examination would reveal if he had indeed been shot. If their words were true, then he would approach them with less caution—he would still be cautious, of course. But perhaps it would be worth helping these two out if they weren't trying to set Shinobi and his friends up.
"So, what are your names?" he asked them, stepping forward and resting his crowbar casually on his shoulder.
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Going through the mission to get the items in his head FoxStorm started to put a plan together."I can go get the items. It woild be easy for me to get in and out withough being seen by any mindless zombies.Unless anyone else has a better plan?"
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"Just, do what won't kill me..." he said with a frown, Auden soon coming to his side as well. "And, I'm Robin." he pointed to the other survivor, looking confused in general. "He's Michael. We won't bite, I promise."
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Shinobi grimaced at the severity of Robin's wound. They would have to be crazy to use that as bait for a trap. They two of them were obviously telling the truth. As Rena set to work on removing the bullet, he turned to FoxStorm. "You're not going in there alone. We all go; together. You know I'm just as well-suited to sneaking about as you are. I may not have the most conventional of equipment for a ninja, but that doesn't make me any less of one." He smiled slyly at his comrade, slipping his crowbar back into its sheath on his back. He wouldn't be needing it until they arrived at the apartment complex. "Besides, I'm interested to see what our new friend Auden can do..."
Turning to their new acquaintances, he immediately set about asking them questions in order to form a better idea of what they were up against. "So, I trust you remember where in the apartments you were when you were shot at. Do you know where they were firing from? Or how many there were?"
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Robin smiled, grateful of the treatment. "We, couldn't really tell where the bullets were coming from, there was a lot of them..." He pointed over to Michael, to say that he had more information, but he just shrugged. "I suppose we can go and try to flush these guys out..." said Auden, heaving Robin to his feet. "I can provide covering fire for you guys to sneak in, it would be a breeze."
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"If you can point us to the area of the complex you were in when the shooting started, we might be able to get a better idea of where they're hiding, and get the drop on them. We can't go in blind unless we wanna get shot, too. Once they're taken care of, then we can grab your stuff." Shinobi's thoughts returned to Candlewood and the trading caravan he'd wanted to catch. They were low on supplies, and his knife was dulling from heavy use. He could use a whetstone, and he was far more likely to find such a commodity on a trader than in an abandoned apartment complex.
This place better be a gold mine, he thought, sighing.
"Do you know if there's still a lot of stuff left over at the apartments?" He asked Michael. "We sure could use some more supplies as well..."
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"Instead of making a bunch of noise with shooting how about we sneek to the area were the shooting happend.Get a good look at what were up against. And then come up with a better more thought out plan."Why cant there just be a day were we can just relax with nothing to worry about. FoxStorm thought. FoxStorm walks over to the nerest rock and sits down rubbing his ankle.
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"If we don't know where the shooters are, it's gonna be pretty hard to sneak around anywhere in the complex. My guess is that they've been squatting there for a while, and Robin and Michael here accidentally trespassed into their territory. First thing's first: ascertain where they are, and take them down with as little fuss as possible. The less ammo we waste—and the less blood we spill—the better, in my opinion." He thought for a moment, his eyes scanning the grass below for some kind of inspiration. Finally, he turned to the two wolves. "I'm guessing it's a multi-story complex, right? If that's the case, I'd wager that they're somewhere on the upper floors, where they can have a good view of the complex and the surrounding area. Being up high would also help keep them safer from any infected..."
The odds were certainly stacked against them. Whoever these furs were, they were better armed and in a more fortified position than Shinobi, FoxStorm, Rena, Auden, and the wolves. Of course, such circumstances had never stopped the group from trying things before. They were, after all, crazy—according to Auden's claims. Maybe a plan like this would be just crazy enough to work...
"Alright," began Shinobi decisively. "As soon as everyone's feeling well enough to move, let's head out. Robin, Michael, you two brief us on what you remember about the complex on the way, and we'll work out a more detailed plan of attack once we get there and see it for ourselves." He then approached Robin, looking at him sternly. "You should stay out of any offensive action with that leg of yours. We don't want you tearing that bullet wound open again. Michael," He turned to Robin's companion. "I trust you're well enough to fight if necessary. Do you have a weapon?"
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"Im ready when you guys are." FoxStorm stands up to signial he is ready to go.This should be interseting. Thought FoxStorm
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Michael shook his head with a growing frown. "I left my scattergun there, same with Robin." Auden looked to Shinobi, a smile across his face. "This'll be fun, I haven't faced a good sniper in months." He pulled the cloth mask over his face, his eyes full of courage and determination. He held the strap of his rifle with a single hand, supporting Robin with another. "Anybody have a gun to give to Michael here?" Auden called, for an extra gun by their side would go a long way in some situations.
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He placed it in his pocket. "Thanks, I bet I can find some eventually." Auden looked to the group in curiosity. "Are you guys ready?" He hunched over, meeting Shinobi face to face. "This'll be a cakewalk, I promise."
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Shinobi tilted his ears back slightly. "I guess you won't mind taking point for the walk over there, then?" he replied to Auden. "Let's just try not to get ourselves killed."
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He slid his goggles over his eyes, rendering the remainder of his face invisible. "No, problem." He said, leaving Robin's side, who maintained a balanced, but weak, stance.
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Its doing better know. Thanks. He starts to walk in the direction of auden with a tiny limp.
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"Need any help?" He said to the fox. "You don't seem too hot, and I'd be able to lend a hand."
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If it gets to bad ill be sure to say somthing. He says with a slitly iritated tone in his voise,walking past auden with a quickend pace.
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Shinobi shook his head at their bickering, letting out a sigh composed half of frustration and half amusement. "Chill out, everyone," he said calmly. "Last thing we need is any infected catching wind of us with all this arguing." He matched his pace with Rena's coming up alongside her. "Like he said," he whispered. "if it gets too bad, he'll let us know. By then, I'm sure he'll have learned his lesson and start taking it easy." He then returned his voice to a normal volume so the rest could hear. "Michael, Robin; about how far are we from the apartments?"
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One of the wolves weakly gave a point to a patch of trees in the distance. "Past the overgrowth." He said with a sudden jolt of pain, causing him to take a knee next to Auden, who supported him gently. "I was wrong about you."Auden said. He stood the wolf up and began the tread towards the small forest, expecting the others to follow in his footsteps.
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Shinobi's eyes followed Robin's paw to the cluster of trees. It was only a short walk away. He could see a road leading into the forested area, no doubt the entrance to the complex's parking lot. "Right," he replied. He glanced over at the wincing Robin, concerned about how well his leg would hold up. Auden seemed to be giving him plenty of attention, though. He and Michael would have to hold back for the most part once they got to the complex. He only hoped there would be no infected there to complicate the situation.
As they neared the cluster of trees, his footsteps grew deliberated softer. His ears perked, listening for any sign of movement, and he began looking about, surveying the area thoroughly as they neared the apartments. He wanted to be ready for anything. "So," he whispered to the wolves. "Point us to where you were when you were fired on."
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"It wasn't near here" Robin spoke up. "I remember it was the the building of the opposite side, but I couldn't see exactly where." Auden clutched his rifle tighter, knowing that he may lose a few bullets in an encounter like this. "I can cover you." He blurted, his fear becoming conspicuous. "Shinobi and Storm can sneak in from the side while Rena sticks to the mending the wounded." He looked back to the group with a nod, hoping for the best.
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FoxStorm smiles and turns around facing the group. "Sneaking is somthing im good at, i can get in and out without anyone knowing." He turns to the wolves. "What kind of supplies are we gonna be grabbing?"
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Shinobi smirked, his arms crossed as he listened to Rena's speech. "Who said anything about a firefight...?" he murmured under his breath. He had no intention of starting any chaos, that's for sure. And if things did hit the fan, he'd do his best to flank and execute as efficiently as possible. Once the skilled medic had finished, he stepped forward. "My guess is that whoever is squatting here already brought your stuff up to their area of the complex. They're probably just occupying one or two apartments up high, unless there's a large group of them." He moved to stand by his fellow ninja. "I'll go in with Storm. Like he said, we're quiet enough. If a firefight does break out, though..." he paused, beginning to feel small ripples of anticipation build up in his throat. He wasn't fond of being fired on, but if it became necessary to provide a distraction...
"We can draw the aggro away from y'all if you need to get a better position."
He was more than capable of keeping himself out of the path of enemy bullets if spotted. Didn't mean he liked it. Nevertheless, though, he wouldn't just let his friends sit behind cover as the enemy chipped away at it.
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He surveyed the group quickly, seeing that they all seemed to be ready. "Well," he began, his voice low as he started off in the direction of the nearest building in the complex. "I guess we gotta go in sometime..." No sooner had he finished than a shot echoed through the afternoon air. Just inches to his right, Auden's body whipped around in a half-circle, a warm, crimson mist spraying from his chest and onto Shinobi's fur.
"AUDEN!!"
Shinobi turned his attention to the nearest rooftop, where somefur was standing, ejecting a spent casing from a bolt-action hunting rifle. Before the fox could make out who it was, they turned and bolted off, disappearing into the rooftops of the apartment complex.
"Leaf! After him!" he barked, grabbing hold of Auden's arm and slinging his rifle as he hauled him into the complex, where there was more cover. Robin leaned heavily on Michael as the two wolves hurried in with the rest of the group, and Auden—clutching with a quivering paw at his chest—left a bloody trail in the grass. Once they had passed through the gates to the complex, Shinobi leaned the now spasming snow leopard against the railing fencing off a ground-floor apartment's small side porch.
"Rena," he panted, his eyes darting around the upper floors of the complex in search of even the smallest sign of movement. In spite of the chaos that had just unfolded, the area was unsettlingly quiet. "See what you can do with him. Try to get inside this apartment; it's probably safer in there." The small apartment had a sliding glass door separating the modest, concrete porch from its interior, which would likely pose no problem for Rena. He then turned his attention to Michael, who was in the middle of standing up a plastic lawn chair that had been tipped onto its side, so he could set his wounded brother down in it. "Here," said Shinobi, unslinging Auden's rifle and tossing it to the wolf. "Take this for now, and keep an eye on Rena, Auden, and your brother."
With that, he sprinted to the nearest staircase and began climbing. Clearly these furs were up high; he and Leaf would need to take that advantage away from them.
He could still feel the tiny flecks of Auden's blood on his fur...
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Species:wolf
Build: lean and athletic
Appearance:jeans with small tears. Camo t shirt. shoulder guards (so zombies don bite my shoulders) and a spiked color(so they don't bite my neck.) A magnum with a scope. A double edged dagger that has a width of 2 inches and a length of 1 foot. it is on a spring loaded track so when i need to i pull a small lever and it will shoot out to the end of the track. it is on the outer part of my arm(like the one off assasins creed but on the opposite side of arm. on the right arm.
Age: 16 (b-days in a week.)
Character bio: regular life. Job at a bank. On my free time i go to the shooting range. The sword on my arm was my fathers. when the out break happened i was on a conference on my computer at home when the mail man which has been turned into a zombie had busted though my parents window. he bit my mom but my dad grabbed a gun and ran for it after killing the mail man. i found my dads magnum in his room. and 10 shots. i knew id need more so i went from house to house (sense they were all abandoned.) and found a dagger thing. when i found it it was wrapped up in the bottom of a wardrobe. when i went to pick it up it activated and cut straight though the cloth. after finding it i knew i would need food and water so i gathered every thing from the other houses that I could find. it lasted 2 monthes before a giant wave of zombie were coming by. i had to grab all i could carry and leave.
There's my sheet. I will post how I enter the story later.
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opening my eyes slowly because of the blinding light, i saw i was surrounded by 4 guys one had a ak, two of them had eagles and the other had a low grade sniper. I don't remember how i got up there but i do remember running 4 or 7 miles away from zombies before I came to a town. I hid in one of the buildings by a corner on the third floor by some stairs and slept. "bang!" my thinking was adverted by a loud noise of a sniper and some muffled chuckling of some men. my sight started to come to so i viewed the men around me. one was a bull, twin snow foxes with eagles, and a half black half white wolf, his underbelly was white. as i looked up back at the bull who was 3 feet from me now coming full throtle and bashed me in the head with the ak. and yet again i was out. x_x
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Leaf looked back after hearing the shot. As soon as he saw the red mist come from Audens body he looked to catch the shady figure turn and run. Befor even thinking Leaf turned from the group and sprinted to the nearest building disapering inside. Leaf heard the yell of Shinobi but it was drowned out by the blood pumping in his ears. The only thing Leaf was focusing on was catching whoever shot Auden and making them pay with there life. Running up the stair case Leaf herd voices coming from inside of a nearby room. He unsheathed his fathers katana and made sure to be quiet pasing the door. After pasing the door he started sprinting to the stairs at the end of the hall. As he made his way up the stairs he found himself on the roof. Four rooftops away was a lynx leaning on a wall loading ammo into a hunting rife. At that moment he heard footsteps comming up from the stairs. Leaf did a backwards summersalt as the door swung open. Leaf with his sword still in his hand titend his grip on it ready to cut down the person that was going to emerge from the sairs.
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(Forgot to add I was on a roof). When he bashed me on the head the wooden chair I was in went on to its back crushing my hands that were tied behind and to the chair. The men saw leaf pop out of the door One of them went to aim but the bull stopped him. The bull pointed to the other roof at the one loading the rifle. "Let's see what's happens." They then saw the door open and wondered who was coming out.
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Shinobi's heart pounded as he sprinted up the stairs to the roof access door. Without slowing his pace, he slammed his paw down on the handle and flung the door open, skidding to a halt on the dusty, sunbaked rooftop. His body tensed suddenly as he caught sight of somefur in the corner of his eye, immediately to his left. His gaze snapped leftwards and his paws rose reflexively into a defensive stance, but quickly lowered slightly when he saw that it was Leaf. Without wasting another second, he turned his attention to the adjacent rooftop, where the lynx leaned against the chest-high brick wall bordering the roof. The cat had seen him as well, and was frantically reaching into a pouch on his belt for another round to load into his rifle. Shinobi couldn't allow that.
He took off across the roof, kicking up dust as he sprinted in the lynx's direction. In seconds, he had reached the end of his building. As he neared the edge, he pushed off from the short wall, propelling himself through the air across the gap between the two apartment buildings. As he did, the lynx pushed the last of his bullets into his rifle's chamber, slammed the bolt shut, and leveled the weapon at the flying fox.
Shinobi's hind paws hit the roof before the lynx could get a bead on him. Without slowing down, the fox immediately tucked himself into a forward roll—not only to absorb the shock from his landing, but also to keep himself as difficult to hit as possible. The lynx was just about to pull the trigger when Shinobi sprang up and forward out of his roll, his right paw no more than a blur as it collided with the cat's groin. The lynx's knees buckled as he let out a yelp of pain and surprise, and before he could fall to the ground, Shinobi had torn the rifle from his paws. A wet, crunching sound met the fox's ears as he slammed the weapon's butt into the side of the lynx's snout, the cat's face meeting the rooftop as he fell sideways. Blood began to flow from his snout as he writhed and wailed in pain, several fangs hanging loosely and at odd angles from his gums—and a few others littering the rooftop. Not wanting the lynx's screams to attract the attention of any nearby infected, Shinobi placed the underside of the rifle's frame over the hemorrhaging cat's throat, pressing firmly downward as the lynx struggled against him. After a few moments of bloody gagging, the cat finally went limp—alive, but quite unconscious.
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The wolf set his brother down on a couch well away from the window. They had just climbed up the stairs to the apartment building's top floor so they would have a better view of the roofs, while still being able to take cover in the event they were fired on. He rushed to the window, Auden's rifle in hand, and peered cautiously out just in time to see Shinobi take down the lynx. "Looks like the sniper's out of the picture," he panted, still tired from hauling the wounded Robin up four flights of stairs. As he finished his sentence, though, his ears perked up at what sounded like heavy hooftsteps on the roof just above them. "There's somefur right on top of us, though!" he whispered, clutching the rifle in his paws. He looked at Rena, keeping his voice low. "What do you think we should do?"
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Several seconds passed in silence. Michael hunkered down behind a large couch, keeping Auden's rifle trained on the door. He felt strange not participating in the battle undoubtedly going on outside, but he, Robin, and Rena were far from a good position to attack.
For a moment, he thought he heard something from the other side of the door to the hallway. He closed one eye, aiming at the center of the door, when, without warning, the door itself began to splinter and crack as the thunderous call of repeated gunfire sounded from the other side. Rounds sliced through the room as Michael and Robin frantically scrambled behind cover. The wolves squinted and shielded their faced against the clouds of debris being kicked up as the room was shot blindly to pieces, hoping Rena had been quick enough to get to cover as well. Before long, the firing had stopped. Several clicks were heard from the other side of the door before it crashed down in a mangled heap into the room. Two arctic foxes stood in the doorway, each holding a desert eagle arrogantly sideways as they aimed them into the room.
"Anyfur still alive in here?" growled one, identifiable from his twin by his missing left ear—cut off just a few centimeters above his head. They both wore light, police-grade bulletproof vests, with their torn T-shirts barely visible underneath.
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the wolf heard walking down stairs and the bull sent the artics down there. the bull told the wolf (in extreme anger and amazement at what happened to the lynx) that "
if one of them on that roof so much as looks at you..take them both down!" hearing the gun shots the bull gos to see what happened. "those stupid! i hope they didn't shot the tv!" (he opens the roof access door and slams it behind him making the concrete floor crack.) the under me wiggles and cracks a bit. this wakes me up and i feel the floor about to give way. "this is going to be one rude awakening."
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The two arctic foxes glanced at each other before stepping into the shot-up apartment. The only thing that hadn't been hit was—miraculously enough—the TV. They swept left and right, searching for any signs of life as they crept silently through the living room.
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the bull comes down the hall way yellin. "you two better ev not shot up meh tv!" on the roof the wolf is loading his riffle with only two bullets and quotes. "this is all i will ever need." luckly enough when the chair fell it splintered and cut the ropes. my feet are still bound and i know that any sudden movments on the building will shake the floor loose. so i try to stay still, feeling the floor shake a little from the bulls heavy walkin.
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"Oh, great," growled the arctic fox with both ears intact under his breath. "Here he comes to whine about his TV..." The two of them steeled themselves for the inevitable verbal onslaught from the bull, turning to face the ruined doorway and standing as close to attention as they felt obligated to. "It IS a pretty nice LCD screen..." said the one with 1 1/3 ears.
Meanwhile, Michael clutched Auden's rifle close to his chest, peering cautiously out from behind the bullet-ridden couch. The twin foxes had their backs turned. He looked over to Rena, making eye contact with her and jerking his head in the white foxes' direction. "Now's our chance!" he mouthed silently, hoping she'd get the message.
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The bull comes to the door yelling.) you little shits have better not shot my tv or ill take all your ears! (The bull looks at the tv surprised.) well…maybe you two aren't that bad. But you got lucky. Any one here or are you just shooten the wall?
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The bull yells.) shit! (He runs down the hall way but his right foot goes though the floor and he gets stuck.) god dammit! (As he does that I fall though the ceiling on top of the two article wolfs makeing them unconscious.) I say) "I've heard of dropping in but that's rediculos."
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Name: Juliet Johnson
Age: 15
Body type: short and curvy
Fur: white
Eyes: blue
Bio: she was a student. But not exactly a normal teenager she was beyond strong and intrested in weapons and violence upon otherthings. Used to being alone, never had a boyfriend. Mostly kept quiet. Absorbed in her own world. She was very intelligent and was mostly already done with school. She skipped to being a senior and was close to graduating. Then the plauge hit at first it was the huge cities. Then it spread to where she was living. And somehow she had an antibody for it. being the only one in her family to not get infected, nor be able to be infected. She was forced to fight and kill her own family. Burying them properly on their family property. Her mother, father older brother and sister. The only one left. She packed her things, and took the car, driving off to find whoever she could that wasn't infected. Her entire town ended that day. She left in hopes to find a new family. All her things in the back of her SUV she would eventually exchange into a highly enforched tank truck (if youve ever seen vampire hunter D its alot like that without the cross theme.)
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Name: Thalin Vien
Age: 26
Body: Muscular enough to do his job, nothing outlandish
Fur/Feather/Wings: alternating blue and burnt orange
Eyes: brown
Bio: He was a patrol lieutenant in charge of managing and supervising all state troopers when on duty until it happened, his patrol region was in the wood and mountains, so he only heard over the radio and through department emails what was going on in the more populated areas. Most all of his officers either died or are unaccounted for, he isn't sure if he was already immune or his limited exposure caused himself to build up some immunity. Either way he took his department issued Chevy Tahoe and packed everything he could, put on his duty gear and took to the road. He looks down and sighs when he sees that the Police Interceptor V8 engine isn't very conservative on its fuel usage
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Already used to driving fast, and thoroughly not expecting to see anyone, Thalin was pulling 80, heading for the interstate as that would at least be a high-speed area to flee any large threats. He slammed on the brakes to slow when he rounded the corner and was behind the currently unidentified Juliet. Overjoyed by the fact that he wasn't alone he planned on following the vehicle, seeing if the operator would notice him and stop, and it would give him time to determine if the operator was friend or foe. He turned to the laptop in his cruiser, it kept popping up warning him that there was no satellite reception and no cell coverage for it to perform its primary function, but he decided to run the vehicle's plates to see if it was in his laptops cache of recent history -- Nothing. "well lets see if you'll pull over for me" he muttered to himself as he followed the vehicle