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Creative Arts and Media => Roleplay => Serious RP => Topic started by: [INACTIVE] on June 20, 2016, 07:20:52 AM
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Lore
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"The body is an amazing creator. It can heal itself when wounded, it can fight off toxins and it can even repair cells that are destroyed. I've created the perfect weapon to make sure these things can't happen. A weapon banned from the Geneva Convention and so deadly that it could whip a whole country out. With the right chemicals, you could create a biological weapon no person could ever imagine. So, why I am telling you this? Well because if your hearing this message, then you are one of the lucky few to be chosen to have this chemical weapon dropped right on top of you. This message will be cut of soon by your local broadcasting network, but it doesn't matter anyway, in about two minutes you will all parish and become one with mother nature again. Nature will take itself back, and I will be the catalysis that rebirths mother natures rule."
*Ten years later*
The world is still. No care engines can be heard, no street lights shine at night, the world is dark again. Nature has taken itself back, city's are now being turned into jungles, towns are now forest, and homes are now covered in grass and moss. The worlds governments have abandoned everyone, it's every man for himself.
Rules
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*No god modding!
*Be realistic, you ain't gonna be welding two mini guns and killing everyone. BE REALISTIC act as if you where in this situation
*You can be evil. I don't care
*Have fun
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Bricket is sitting in his "home". He found shelt in an old appartment building, a lot space he had but he is noticing how slowy the building starts crumbling.
From old terrace on the building he has a great view on the city. If someone would get close he wouldn't hesitate to shoot, he knew what others are capable of
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'Connor lays ontop an old dirty matress, In a derelict apartment, inside of a locked room, he contemplates the purpose of his existence, and wonders if he will find meaning, a goal, he hopes he will one day have a family to protect, or a town to guard, he points, carelessly at the roof with his M1902, imagining he's shooting bandits and other hostilities'
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Fresh air. Truly fresh air. Xander smirked to himself as he took in a nice deep breath and thought about how the world was oddly more peaceful now-a-days. Sure, it was a little more violent, and dangerous, yet everything seemed a lot more calm during the downtime. Down time, something he's had a bit to much of lately. He hopped off of the crumbling remains of a wall that he was sitting on and started to make his way to the nearest street, twirling his bat as he went.
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'Prophet' sat on the roof of a ruined building. There was only the skeleton of the roof left, so he was simply sitting on the top beam. His rifle was slung across his back, his pistol was in his hands. He gently turned said pistol around in his hands, looking at the engraving on the side. 'Tranquility' it read. He always thought it was ironic.
But, reflection time was over. He saw someone on the street. His pistol was holstered, and he drew his rifle. On guard, in case there was trouble.
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There was a short series of rattles, followed by a sigh as Xander tried to open a door to a building that looked mostly intact. Just his luck to find a place that was locked. He paused for a second, before smiling to himself. Maybe it was lucky. If it's locked, maybe that means someone still lives in it, and if that's the case, then it must have food and other supplies. He stepped back, all the way to the other side of the road, before sprinting towards the door. There was a crash. A sharp, small jolt of pain. The door had flown open, which was great, yet Xander didn't exactly know the correct way to kick a door in and hurt his leg a little, nothing too serious though. He grumbled and made his way through the door to start searching the place.
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Geoff lay sprawled on the floor of some battered concrete structure, sleepless, staring up in a zone. His eyes traced a winding crack in the crumbling ceiling right above him. He didn't want to die, at least not now, but he couldn't help but imagine that threatening chunk crushing his head in an instant. It gave him a strange thrill. He kept his eyes upon it almost in expectation, almost in wanting, as if their piercing gaze could nudge that chunk enough to give it way.
He was only eleven when the world went dark. Since then, his life was in a basement sustained by stocked rations and books. His father, paranoid as one could be, rarely let him out on his occasional journeys. One day he never came back, and poor Geoff remained as long as he could until supplies ran short. Finally, he emerged into the bewildering outside world. Unprepared. Terrified.
He clutched the metal rod in his hand. It was his only friend. His pistol lacked ammo. He was weak. He knew he should have spent more time training, but there was no more time for regrets. He had to start now.
Well, maybe not now. Later. Unless the ceiling falls.
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*Connors eyes widen, he jumps up, pointing his gun at the door, all possible worse case scenarios play out in his head, he's never had to deal with any threats face to face before, he rushes to get behind the door so he can jump the intruder before they know he's even there*
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"Well. This got interesting.. Looks like someone's already in there." Sid watched Connor through his scope, though he didn't know his name yet. "Maybe they'll kill each other.. Certainly would give me more things to survive with."
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Xander stepped into the house, failing to notice Connor, maybe because he was distracted by the slight pain in his leg. He wandered around in search of a kitchen or a pantry. It'd been too long since he had a good amount of food to eat.
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*Connor sneaks behind him, then, pointing his gun at the intruder he yells* "DO NOT MOVE! I only use this place for resting, if you came here for supplies you're out of luck"
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With a sigh Xander halted and stayed in place, staring at the wall in front of him. "Piss." Seemed like he would have to go hungry for a little while longer, or perhaps not depending on how the situation developed. "So there's nothing here at all? I can go then?"
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"Leave? what if you go get a little band of raiders to come back for me? seems a little too dangerous to let you leave now, you can turn around now, so atleast we can talk face to face"
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Geoff sat up with a groan and pulled his backpack over. He took his time checking through all the various contents while thinking idly. He was doing that a lot when he wasn't scavenging. He knew he'd have more time to scavenge if he didn't take all these breaks, but it gave him some peace of mind. He liked to make sure he didn't lose anything, no matter how useless most of the objects appeared. They had a chance of being helpful at some point in time...
A few small pebbles bounced off his back. A rush of energy launched him into a crooked roll. He didn't need to look. The heart-stopping thud and pelting rocks proved his prediction true. He was waiting for it, but the natural will to survive remained.
He grunted in shock and pain as he unraveled. The pain was mild, surely he got nothing more than small bruises if anything. He stood and walked it off, coughing the dust from his lungs as he gazed at the shattered chunks of concrete on the floor and the sky peeking through the empty space above. New cracks were gradually snaking their way across the ceiling, prompting the time to haul his ass out.
Geoff managed to get several yards away before another crash echoed. He glanced back before heading into town.
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Xander slowly turned around and gave a half-hearted shrug. "Not exactly running with a group at the moment, going to get a group would be a massively stupid risk to take. So again, can I go?"
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"Yeah... sure" *Connor says, still pointing the gun at the intruder* "Don't try and do anything stupid now, and keep your distance when leaving"
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(Opposite of Fallout? Yes please!)
Walking through the subway tunnel, Nishjin sees another stop. 'Wonder how this town is gonna be.'
Shifting his backpack, he emerges into the light, observing the town.
Noticing a supermarket with its windows broken, he frowns. This place was already raided.
Yawning a bit, he heads toward an inn. Clutching his nunchucks, he opens the door a bit, listening for any sounds.
'I can't waste any bullets, so let's hope anyone in here won't be down a hall.'
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"Hold the phone.." He switches his aim to folic. "Curious.. VERY curious...." The entire time, he never had his finger on the trigger.
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(there's a ooc for this kinda stuff guys)
Xander nodded and gave a dismissive wave of his hand. "Yeah yeah, whatever you say. It was nice meeting you and thanks for not blowing my brains out." With that, he made his way back to the door he kicked in.
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*Connor sighs, waits for the intruder to leave and rushes out the apartment, for all he knows that guy could have been lying about not coming back*
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((As Grovy said, please keep Out-of-Character discussion in the roleplay's OOC thread.
https://www.thefurryforum.com/forums/index.php?topic=33304 (https://www.thefurryforum.com/forums/index.php?topic=33304) ))
Geoff wandered the streets as he contemplated where to go next. The world seemed far quieter than he expected. A huge contrast compared to the horror stories he was told while in hiding. So far he had only seen a few people since he emerged a few days prior, but he kept his distance to save the risk. Perhaps a decade was enough for the calm to set in...
He zoned out in thought with his eyes upon the cracked pavement as he walked. He brought his gaze up briefly just in time to catch a glimpse of the people around the apartment building right ahead of him. He took a hesitant step around the corner to quickly prepare himself. They had to be friendly. Please be friendly...
He took a deep breath and continued his walk toward the people with the most neutral expression he could manage. Looking threatening was a bad idea, but looking scared could make him a target and looking happy would make him a madman.
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*Connor runs out of the apartment building, not noticing any other people, he ran to the building across the road, trying to beat the intruder, who's identity is unbeknownst to him out the building to see what he does, Connor peaks out the door to the building, only now noticing that there was other people there*
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Stretching out, Nishjin sighed.
"Another day, another town to scavenge in hopes of finding food..."
He peeked out of the window of the room he found and stared a few blocks away.
There seemed to be a ruckus going on at an apartment building, with one lone figure walking towards it.
One guy ran into a building across the road, seemingly running from someone else.
"Well, now. This just got interesting."
Nishjin heads out the door towards the group, wondering what would transpire.
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"....May as well say hello." Prophet slung his rifle across his back, and slowly pushed himself down off the beam. After collecting his bag, he headed out of the house heading toward connor- and inadvertently toward Nishjin
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Violet very rarely ventured into the heart of the old city's sure there would be quite a bit of food and gear there but she knew thats what others would think. Bringing her left hand to her lips she quickly licked up some blood that remained on her claws, she was only 12 when the world 'ended' and due to a cruel twist of fate the only one of her family not hit by the attack. To say that she grew up doing anything to survive was an understatement and hunting and killing other weaker creatures was one of those things. She crouched down and started looking through some of the bags that were strewn around a smoldering fire pit. "First rule, dont ever make your presence known..." she mumbled to herself before pulling out some bandages and antiseptic. "Jackpot." Her tail quickly wrapped around what was left of the body behind her and tossed it onto the fire to kill the flames and smoke.
Her gaze turned towards the larger buildings that marked the city and then back the way she came "Dont have much of a choice do I? I cant go around it would take way too much time." After securing her backpack she ran up towards the nearest building and leaped up her claws digging into the weakening concrete underneath the vines "Ally-oop" as she started to scale the building with surprising dexterity...using it as a direct route deeper into the city as having some height gave her a distinct advantage in staying hidden.
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Xander paused in the street as the guy he was just held up by switched location to... right across from where he was a few moments ago. Lucky for him, he doesn't have anything obviously useful and Xander didn't particularly feel like holding a grudge at the moment. What was having a gun pointed at your head anyways? Nothing. Fairly common greeting when everyone is one edge. Taking a moment to stop idly thinking and instead look down the street he noticed a couple people approaching. "Oh this'll probably be good." he muttered to himself.
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*Connor notices that the intruder didn't try anything, thankfully, though there is now too much unwanted attention right outside of his house, he exits through the back door and goes into the alleyway, facepalming as he realizes that he left all of his gear in his house, he whispers to himself* "Guess I'm going to have to talk to the stangers outside, or atleast get past them without them caring, pfft yeah, like they're just going to ignore me" *Connor exits through the front door*
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Geoff had no idea what the hell he was thinking. What was the point of walking toward these people? Passing through just to say hi? He was painfully lonely, despite having plenty of years to get used to it, but the idea of becoming friends with these strangers was moronic. They'd more likely steal his stuff or prepare him for dinner. Optimism will be the death of him someday.
It was time to accept fate and roll with it. The bear raised his hand with a weak wave in the general direction of the group and a softly spoken "hey", but it came out like a whispered breath.
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Nishjin stops walking as he realizes that he is surrounded on all sides by people. He thought the bear said something, but he wasn't sure.
He decided to be straightforward, because earning friends in this wasteland was invaluable. "Wassup?!"
Only after the greeting slipped his mouth did he think that these people might be together and just ambushed him.
'Nah, they look too spread out.'
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Xander relaxed slightly as the awkward bear squeaked out his 'hey', clearly these people wouldn't cause too many problems after all. "Er... Hello?"
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Geoff sighed in relief. No threat would greet with a 'wassup'.
"S--Uh... So, no trouble around, eh...?"
Talking felt strange, like a loud buzzing in his head and chest. His voice was low and raspy from minimal use.
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*Connor is reluctant to say anything since he wants to leave as soon as possible, but, realizing that making friends is important he decides to greet the strangers* "Uh, hi"
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Prophet examines the people around him. 'No threat..' He thinks to himself. "....Almost a Mexican stand off we got goin' here huh.." He slowly lowers his pistol, though doesn't holster it.
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"Nope. Not a single bit of trouble." At least, not yet. Xander was still feeling a little on edge, the more people joined the more he felt the tension could be cut through with a knife. He should have just walked off at the start.
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"Excuse me for a moment" *Connor walks inside the apartment to gather his belongings*
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Violet expertly navigated the broken rooftops, her slender body ducking and weaving between crumbling concrete and buckled beams, that long tail helping her keep balance and would serve as an anchor if she did slip. It would take her long before jumping down a hole in a building with several apartments in it, her body barely even caused a thud as she started to move down the hallways on the upper floors, slowly making her way down stairs. She started to pick up on movement and voices not too far away but could not make out any details so she played it safe with keeping herself hidden and tried to get as close as she could to them without being seen.
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*Connor, after gathering his stuff slings an old duffel bag(Full of his belongings) over his shoulder and makes his way out of the apartment building*
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"So, uh, is there any settlements around here?" Nishjin really didn't care, but conversation kept him from being a target.
"I'm thinking of settling down..."
'Yeah, no. I'm the type of guy who would never settle down, walk from place to place, roam from town to town, oh I'm a wanderer...'
Nishjin unconsciously starts humming the song from his favorite game before this... Apocalypse.
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*Connor chuckles*
"Yeah there's a settlement nearby actually, and it needs your help, want me to mark it on your map*
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Xander stared at Nishjin and Connor blankly. "Weird people... Also you look like you have a lot of shit on you for someone who said they didn't have shit. Lying isn't nice."
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"Breaking down a explosive rigged door isn't nice either, I need to work on my engineering aswell, seeing as the door didn't explode"
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The road was cracking underfoot. Not visibly, though- as Kromas walked along this long, long street that he presumed used to be one of the pre-renewal 'main roads'. Back before the end, (or the beginning, depending on your optimism), these kind of places were apparently full of people. People coming and going, buying and selling, trading and exchanging. That was long ago, however. Now, all that remains is the shattered remains of a once glorious and greed-poisoned civilization. All that stands are hollow shells, in which poor souls scavenge and conflict.
Now that he came to think of it, that could be nice. A free market, almost. A place people can buy and share in joint prosperity, and trade in knowing that they are safe. Even a way of using credits, of some kind, to buy large quantities of goods, to support someone's settlement or whatever.
Haha, never gonna happen. By now, he was arriving at the outskirts of a small, overgrown ruin. It seemed to be empty. Just like everything else here. Nothing to loot. He turned away, and kept walking, the wind whipping at his cloak. Taking down his hood, he sighed. Taking out a small notepad, he jotted down a few things.
"This area seems desolate. No supplies either. I guess that whoever was here must've moved on. How boring."
==/LATER/==
Kromas had kept walking. Up ahead, he had heard some gunshots some moments ago. Turning onto a street, he found himself a few hundred meters down the road from a group of people. Unusual for such a large group to be in the open. He looked towards them, keeping his hands exposed to show he had nothing to use.
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Geoff watched the group bicker, opting to stay silent in case something foolish fell from his mouth. He needed some time to adjust to socializing again. He saved his speech for rambles and monologues by his lonesome, which took far less effort than with a fellow sapient being. Requesting help was too much to expect from strangers, yet that was the only thing on his mind... until a little detail stuck out in the fox's reply.
Explosive. He had explosives. He armed a door with explosives. Why go to an extreme measure like that? Either the fox more paranoid than him, or was there a bigger threat out here than he thought.
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"Nah, I don't need it on my map... I can find it myself."
Noticing the bear a bit behind him, Nishjin walks up to him.
"So what's your story, boss? You look like you've got one."
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Xander scowled at Connor, gritting his teeth and bunching up his hands inside the pockets of his hoodie. First, this **censor** put a gun to his head, then he lied about having no supplies right to his face before practically gloating about how it was a lie. "That's it." His voice was calm, not even betraying a hint of his anger. He began to wind back his arm, ready to slam it into the guys face when he saw someone not too far down the road. He sighed and returned his hands to his pockets. "Let me guess, one more for the commune."
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Geoff was too focused on Xander's aggression to register Nishjin's question until he noticed his eyes upon him.
He opened his mouth halfway through thought, then changed his mind with a sheepish shrug. He felt there was nothing worth the effort to explain right then, plus the guy seemed odd and possibly facetious.
Seeing yet another person down the road brought up the tension. This was more people than Geoff saw in a decade, all in one place. His urge to leave was stifled by hope he'd find at least one person to partner with until he had proper equipment and know-how. He was a child compared to these hardened survivors, preserved in innocence while the rest were left to rot.
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Nodding to the bear, Nishjin says "You and everyone else. I guess I'm the only one with a good backstory..."
He mutters the last part under his breath, more to himself than anyone else.
"You don't talk much, do you? I can respect that, but you should be careful. I've seen plenty of people get into fights because they were mad that some dude didn't like a lack of response. Then again, you probably haven't seen anybody in ages. The way you came from is pretty much abandoned."
Nishjin takes his muddy backpack off and starts rummaging through it, finally bringing out a pair of huge brass knuckles. This bear didn't seem to want to warm up to him, even though he was a likable guy. "Here, have these. They're too big for me, but when I found them I thought I'd keep them. They look like they'd fit you." Holding the knuckles out to the bear, Nishjin hoped the bear wouldn't knock him out with them. Some people couldn't appreciate a good personality when they saw one, and didn't seem to like him. That didn't matter though, he'd knocked sense into most haters in fights. But this guy was pretty big...
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"Oh come on, you tryin' to tell me that if someone breaks into your home you're just going to sit down and have a friendly little chat? Maybe offer them some tea? Hell, now that I know you're friendly... Kinda, we can share supplies, hey wait, where's my manners, I'm Connor, nice to meet you all.
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"Alright, sure. I suppose that's fair, if you ignore the fact I have little to share." He paused for a second and looked over the group. There were far too many people just standing out in the open.
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"I've got water... Uhm" *Connor rummages through the bag, then places it on the ground and continues searching the bag, the contents inside clinking together as he digs through the items* "Aaaannnddd a bag of 7 apples..."
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'What are these guys talking about sharing? I'm giving a gift, not all my supplies. I just met these guys, I'm not going out of my way to help them...'
Rolling his eyes, Nishjin throws the brass knuckles towards the bear, not paying attention to see if he catches them.
"By the way, I don't think I caught any of your names. I'm Nishjin."
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Kromas continued advancing up the road, slowing to a far slower pace than before, however. Upon trying to distinguish the people ahead, he realized that he was still too far out to be able to make out too much. However, there was a few, and there did not seem to be any violent proceedings. Good. As he continued walking, he took out his canteen, and tried to drink the last of what was left. Well, whatever he thought was left anyway, as the dry air within was all that met his mouth. He sighed, and clipped it back where it belonged. He'd have to fill that up later. And the hunger gnawing at his stomach didn't help either, but that was more negligible for now. Either way, he continued slowly walking, keeping his hands exposed and empty, for fear of violent interpretations.
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Geoff jolted as the brass knuckles were thrown. He managed to catch one, letting the other fall to the ground to be picked up.
"Th-thanks..."
He let the words from Nishjin sink in for a moment. He wasn't too comfortable with the guy's attitude, but he certainly wasn't a malicious beast.
"... Uh, I'm Geoffrey," the bear replied with a tad more confidence. "Been hiding underground f-for a good while. Had to come out for supplies..."
Geoff appreciated the word 'underground' popping out thoughtless from his mouth. Sounded cooler than 'in a basement'.
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"Ah, in the subways, huh? I've hidden out in a number of those, but most of them were sandwich restaurants."
Nishjin puts out his hand, offering a handshake.
"It's nice to meet you, Geoffrey, even if we won't know each other for long."
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"Well, I've got literally nothing so you're better off than I am." Xander crossed his arms as the others introduced themselves. "Alright then. Did you say you were underground?" He gestured towards the bear by lazily moving his hand slightly. "Sounds like that must have been shitty."
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Geoff shook Nishjin's hand and nodded.
"Ehh, yeah... been my life since I was a kid. Spent the time reading books and stuff... Was with my dad but he hasn't come back in years..."
Geoff lowered his gaze to the pavement as a sigh escaped his nostrils. He then pressed his lips into a bitter smile and hooked his thumbs in his pockets with a shrug. "... Eh, shit happens, I guess..."
Talking eased him somewhat, although the subject was nowhere near comforting.
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"I hear that. When this crap all started I got trapped inside of a dojo for a week. My dad came, but he couldn't get me out and left me. I dunno what happened to my mom, but... I can't imagine anything good. I lived off box lunches and trained with these" Nishjin holds his nunchucks up a little for emphasis, "until I finally found a roof exit and escaped. Been alone ever since, and I like it that way."
Nishjin was no stranger to conversation, even if it was with himself, but this particular one was giving him a sense of unease for some reason...
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"I've just bounced between place from place, my parents were killed when this shitstorm started but I was saved by some bandits, I left them though, not the life style I want, my story's not that great" *Connor pulls out the bag of apples* "Anyone hungry?"
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Xander quickly slipped his hand into the bag and grabbed an apple. Tossing it into the air and catching it again before taking a bite out of it. He paused for a second, before swallowing the chunk of fruit he had bitten off and staring at Connor for a moment. "So, I wasn't expecting it to be exactly be fresh. How'd you get this? Grow it yourself?"
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The offering of apples brought a relieved smile to Geoff's face. "Y-yes, thank you."
He reached for one and examined around its surface. After all this time, he figured he would never taste fresh fruit again. He would have been happy with anything, but an apple was a surprise.
"Where did you get these," he asked Conner before taking a bite.
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"Holy shit, yes!" Nishjin takes an apple out of the bag and takes a bite, and says through a mouthful of apple, "I can't imagine it would be hard to find fruit nowadays, since nature wasn't affected very much by the nukes. I came across a field of corn once, and I ate good for weeks!"
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Geoff chomped on his apple with a satisfied hum.
"Mmh... That's good. Thought I was screwed when I ran out of rations."
The bear peered in concern both ways down the street. "Err... Do you think there's any threats around? Any shelter?"
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"Well, I may have left my adoptive family but they'll still give me supplies if I happen to come across their camp, infact for bandits they are really nice people, but speaking of bandits, should we be flaunting our supplies around like this? Let's go inside" *Before waiting for an answer Connor walks inside the apartment building*
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Prophet had quietly begun to slip away, but paused back when food was initially mentioned. Sure, he hated taking help but.. He'd be stupid to not try and team with these people. He decided he would follow Connor; for now anyway. "How long did you say you've been here?"
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"Uhh, anyone know what today is? I would like to say three weeks but ya know, you stop counting after a while"
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Replying to Geoff's question, Nishjin says, "Threats? Nobody in their right minds is going to attack a group this big, unless they have a deathwish. I'd rather not go inside though, since we'll be sitting ducks if somebody gets a funny idea."
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*Connor leans on the door frame* "Deathwish? We aren't that big compared to the more organized bandit's raiding parties and we won't just be sitting ducks, we'll be hidden sitting ducks"
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"Not to mention.. More cover means higher life expectancy.. Trust me. As a sniper, it's easier to pick off targets in the open. So.. Do what you will, but its wise to stay inside as much as possible."
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"Well I vote to not be in a position where anyone with a rifle in a 200 yard radius can blow my head off, besides, you can get a pretty good view from my room and with a sniper in our party that advantage is really useful"
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Razuel crawled out of the rubble of his former lab, stumbling from side to side as he hadn't gotten used to his body yet, "Ugh, what the hell happen-... Oh... Oh shit!", Raz then looked down at his body and fell over at touched it all over, "What? What?! What the hell happened to me!?", Raz continued walking the best he could through the city streets until he became tired and crawled into an alleyway and laid down, making sad noises, crying as he had retained something of his old form, the ability to weep tears, "Why... why... why...", Raz just kept repeating 'why' over and over again as he had no idea of what to do, his family was probably all dead, his house is probably in shambles, the roof most likely caved in. What was he going to do...
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Something shifted in the shadows of the alleyway razuel had traveled down. It appeared to be a large figure, and spoke in a soft tone that resembled a whisper. "Who goes there?" It was not forceful, but two glowing eyes appeared at the far end and slowly began to advance towards razuel.
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Raz raised his head to the voice, his chest stone dimly lighting up the alleyway and Raz saw the smaller dragon, "Please don't hurt me... I just need to rest... I haven't gotten used to this body and I've been walking all day.", Raz said in a concerned tone whilst keeping his eyes on the other dragon
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Zaida gave a heavy sighed as she stared emotionless at the sky for a moment admiring it's beauty, another day to live. It was now silent, only the birds were chirping as the trees danced to the gentle breeze.
She continued to drag on groggily often stumbling around the sidewalk, leaving the body and baseball bat behind. A constant ringing in her ears from the hard hit to her head. She took a bottle of water and lifted her mask slightly allowing her to drink the warm water.
She pushed herself forward, gripping the blood stained blade in her hand. Eventually coming to a stop near an overgrown planter. She laid back in the corner, her head leaned back against the wall.
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He looked wary of razuel, and had an attack ready stance. "How do I know you're telling the truth? I've had nightmares knock at my door, talking about their families... You could just be another one." His tail flicked back and forth, almost imitating his eyes as he was clearly thinking hard.
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'Our party..? These guys are getting a bit friendly for my taste.'
Sighing, Nishjin shakes his head. "You guys do as you like, I'll be at the gas station down there if you need me for... Whatever reason."
He starts walking towards the Seven-Twelve, confident that nobody was going to try and assassinate him. After all, these people didn't seem too bad, and what was the chance of anyone else being around?
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Zaida huffed gathering her thoughts. Her vision was no longer blurry and the ringing stopped. However the headache still remained, it felt as if her brain was in a shaking jar. Aggravated she huffed before she got to her feet.
Spotting movement not to far down the road her eyes quickly shot open, adrenaline began to kick in. She stayed low, her teal eyes followed the canine carefully. Zaida's decided to stalk the survivor, taking cover behind cars to avoid being detected. As she moved across the street she eventually noticed a group of survivors. 'He must've been with them...' she thought while studying the anthros.
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Sha-draw notices movement and slight sound coming from the street nearby. He quickly sneaks away from razuel and goes to the street, looking up and down it from the edge of the alley. He spots a creature and narrows his eyes, determined to find out their intentions.
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"Seeya Nishjin"
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Razuel watched as the other dragon sneaked away, so seeing as he was safe, or as safe as he could be, he decided to get up and find a more secluded place to sleep that would be able to house his large body, and as he walked, he thought about what the other dragon said, 'Nightmares? Are those something new... made by the blast... or was that guy just crazy... no matter, I just need a place to sleep... somewhere safe... more safe than there.'
Raz walked for quite a while and came by a planter and looked around it, inspecting it to see if it was safe, luckily it was and Raz simply laid on top of it and let out a sigh of relief as it was the most soft thing he felt in the short time he has been in this new land, and as he laid his head down on his arm, he mumbled out something, "What the hell happened to this place?..."
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As Nishjin Heads down to the Seven-Twelve, he gets a sense of unease. 'How hard could it be for other people to be here, anyways? I mean, it could happen...'
Arriving at the station, he gets out his half-full gas carton and starts knocking on the gas pumps, listening for one sound to be different from the others.
Finally he found one that had a higher pitched ting than the others, and ripped off the pump's tube. Immediately, gasoline started slowly flowing out of it. He holds his jug up to the gas and looks around, feeling like somebody is watching him.
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Zaida watched the survivor carefully. the way he sniffed, ears flicked, and his eyes looking around... The dog knew he wasn't alone. She glanced at the group of anthros who were in an conversation.
The monster felt eyes on her, it didn't worry her much. However instead of attacking she decided to move on. She had just finished a tiring fight and messing with a group wouldn't be a cup of tea for her besides she had enough materials and there was no reason to waste her energy. She snuck off before disappeared around the corner of the building.
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As zaida disappeared around the corner, sha-draw decided to go up to the furry at the gas pumps. He held up his coat collar up to cover most of his face, and walked slowly in a beeline straight for him, only bothering to make sure the creature did not see or smell him coming, staying in line with his back. He had a large grin on his muzzle and his eyes were half closed. He looked fairly relaxed for walking up to a complete stranger.
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Hearing pawsteps behind him, Nishjin spins around and sees somebody coming at him with their coat up to their face. Whipping out his nunchucks, Nishjin gets into a fighting stance and says in a tone quiet enough so he wouldn't alert the group, "Who are you?"
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He tilts his head slightly and closes his eyes, his stupid toothy smile still on. He spoke in a voice that had no bars on it, speaking plainly and and smoothly. "Just a wanderer. I do have a question for you though." He loses the smile and suddenly has a very serious face, and draws his paws out of his pockets, claws extended. "What are you doing at my base of operations.
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"Just getting some gas. You don't look like you need it. Then again, neither do I, I'm sure."
Nishjin swings around his nunchucks a bit, showing that he wasn't intimidated.
"I didn't see any signs saying this place is yours. But I'll leave, if you really want me to."
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"Because everyone has the luxury to mark what is theirs." He gives a sarcastic laugh which turns sinister. "Alright. Go. Take the gas. I shall not stop you. Take anything you want. In the store. But I would prefer you not come back again." He shifts and puts his paws back in his coat pocket, gesturing to the door of the store.
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Nishjin walks out of the place, muttering to himself, not caring if the stranger heard him. "Screw you too..."
He walks towards the building the group had headed towards, never putting his nunchucks away.
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The next time nishjin looks back towards where sha-draw was, he's gone. He was actually laying low and watching where the fur went, with the intention to follow him to his hideout, wherever that may be. "Nobody insults me..." He growled softly.
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*Connor walks into his room and lifts up the door, he pulls out an I.E.D. out from under it and examines it* "Ohhh I see what I did wrong here" *He messes with the I.E.D., poking buttons on the small cell phone on the side* "Next stanger who kicks down the door wont fair as well... I should warn Nishjin, don't want any unnecessary death on my hands" *Connor walks to the door* "NISHJIN!, I rigged the door with explosives so don't try and kick it down or... Pick the lock or anything"
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Walking up to the door, Nishjin looks down at the door.
"I could pick this in 5 seconds flat, and I bet no bomb would go off."
Thinking about what he said, he adds, "But just let me in, anyways."
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"Picking the lock in 5 seconds just means you'll be inside when it explodes, meaning the door can't shield you, but if you insist I'll open the door" *Connor unlockes the door and holds it open for Nishjin* "Welcome to my home, le creme dela creme"
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"Well, let's just hope the guy who's following me doesn't set it off."
Nishjin points towards the door, saying, "Some dude was at the gas station and I... disturbed him."
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"Oh... Goodie"
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"Don't worry, he's no problem. He tried to sneak up on me and I heard him coming a mile away. Obviously not much of a threat."
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He pops out from just behind, near a car and run down streetlight. "Hey! I'm right here..." He has a very annoyed look on his muzzle and crosses his arms, huffing angrily: "I am so a threat..."
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Calling out from the room, Nishjin says, "No, you're not! I'm way more badass than you!"
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He calls back looking flustered and irritated, "you don't need to be badass to be a threat!" He walks towards the door, claws extended.
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"I have two responses to that... One, yes you do. Two, you're gonna kill yourself getting through the door."
Nishjin looks over at the guy who had been working on the door.
'At least, I think you will.'
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Zaida stayed hidden behind the building deep in thought. She spun the knife in her hand, watching as it flipped to one finger to the next.
She raised a brow hearing an angry voices, however she was unable to make out the actual words they said. It was possibly one of the survivors she had just saw, maybe another one. There was definitely quite a handful in this area.
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At this he smiles, almost creepy given the situation. He mutters, "I'm not going to die..." He walks up to the door and laughs, gently touching it then the wall next to it, before taking a few steps back.
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Seeing the guy step back, Nishjin pulls out his nunchucks.
"Come at me, bro."
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He gives a cruel smile, his eyes, they seem to blaze brightly. He moves forward slowly, his paws in his coat pockets, but advancing toward nishjin surely.
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"Why are you walking so slow? You're not getting anywhere fast."
Nishjin chuckles at the drama fail and smiles. "I haven't had a good fight in a while."
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*Connor leans on the wall* "This should prove entertaining, any plan B should he kick your ass?"
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He laughs and shrugs. "Sorry to say, I'm a better strategist then a fighter." He laughs again, then pulls out a small device with switches, a few he flicks, which is followed by a beep. He opens up his coat wide, and on the inside is wires and explosives, all interconnected. "You're move, buddy." He says sarcastically.
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Nishjin runs up to the mystery man and hugs him.
"I dare you!" Pulling out his gun, he aims it at the guy's head.
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He continues smiling and drops the device, closing his eye "shoot me then! The trigger is very difficult to disarm... And shooting me won't stop it!
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Nishjin kicks the guy out of the door and shuts it, picking up the controller.
"The hell is this, and why is that guy so peeved?"
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The controller beeps a red light on and off repeatedly. The guy is knock at the door. "I've beat much tougher people then you before! I'll get in eventually... And also, this door is also explosive right?"
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"Depends on whether this, uh..."
Nishjin looks at Connor. "What was your name?"
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'My name is Connor"
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(He said "Connor" ^)
"If this Connor guy is a good technician, then yes, it is."
Nishjin whispers in Connor's ear, "Should I press the button?"
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*Connor lowers his voice* "That will probably blow up my I.E.D. depending on the size of the explosion, if the door gets damaged than it's way too big a risk"
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"Fiiiine. I'd like to point out that you didn't have any moral reasons in there though."
Nishjin goes up a set of stairs and onto the second floor, finding an open window.
"Hey guy who wants me dead for some reason! Catch!" He then procedes to chuck it as far away as he can, hoping the guy will go chase it down.
"Connor, do you have a rifle?"
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*Connor holds out his M1902 and shrugs* "Close enough"
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"I'd use my Ruger, but I don't want to waste my ammo."
Nishjin looks out the window and aims at the crazed person, waiting for them to go to the remote.
"What do you want to bet I'll blow him up first shot?"
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"Heh, I'm not the gambling type, betting is not me forte"
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He laughs, having heard the whole thing. He reaches into his inside coat pocket and pulls out a metal block. "Shoot me." He says, tossing the block in the air.
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Nishjin chuckles and says, "Fair enough."
He takes aim and waits for the block to fall before shooting the weirdo.
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It expands and flattens, and when he catches it its the size and shape of a thin riot sheild, which he hides behind. "I'm my own personal armory, you like it?" He says, chuckling and holding the shield in your direction.
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"Sure, why not?"
Nishjin shoots a couple shots, hitting the shield.
"So what do you plan on doing while you hide?"
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"You said you have a Ruger? May I see it?" *Connor then looks at the man with the shield* "How..."
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"I'll show you my gun after I'm done with this guy. I've seen weirder."
Nishjin continues shooting the shield until the clip is gone. "Have more ammo?"
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"Let me check..." *Connor rummages through his bag* "There's a few odd bullets in here, I'd say half a mags worth (4) and one full mag, pass me the empty one so I can fill it"
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Nishjin throws the mag over to Connor and says, "Only put three in it, that's all I need."
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"Its very simple see... I don't really want to, but... I need to kill you. Its kind of important. And you... Can't stop me!" There is a note of worry In his voice. The shield has quite a few dents in it. He slowly shuffles towards the door, keeping the shield in your direction.
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"It's really important to kill you? Whatever" *Connor loads up the mag and passes it back to Nishjin* "I really wish the mags were bigger, whatever, It's a pistol made before WWI, I can't complain"
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"The fact that it's important totally makes me want to get shot in the face!" Nishjin yells sarcastically.
Grabbing the mag from Connor, he reloads the gun and takes aim at the part of the shield that looked the most damaged.
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"Heh, what did you do to piss this guy off?"
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Zaida snarled slightly, no doubt in her mind there was a fight going on. She hot up and had made her way around he building to see what was all the commotion was about, but stayed her distance. Before spotting the fight between the two, her ears leaned back and tail whipped the air. 'You got to be kidding me, this is **censor** ridiculous...' she thought to herself, growing aggravated from the scene.
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Still waiting for the right moment, Nishjin says, "No clue. I guess that gas station was his or something."
Taking a shot, Nishjin rips a hole in the shield, but doesn't hit the madman.
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He shuffles right up to the door, trying to flatten himself against it. "I mean, this could easily be resolved if you had advanced medical equipment, but I highly doubt that." He taps the door once and then twice. Then shot a warning look in the direction of a new smell, trying to tell them, whoever they were to stay out of it. As the sheild tears he gives a small yip and covers it up with his coat.
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"You'd think I would have seen him before, us living so close"
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"Screw off, you ain't getting anything!"
Hitting the shield again, Nishjin makes a huge dent in the shield where the head would be, but it doesn't get through.
"I dunno. It happens, I guess."
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"Mind telling us why you want to kill Nishjin?" *Connor yells at the man outside*
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"It won't matter as long as I kill him first."
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"Ow!" The dent hit him in the crown of his head, and he held it up high, to look up at it, hands under the edges. "Hey that hurt!" He yelled, his tail snaking to his other inside coat pocket. "Oh not just him, all of you! I need to..."
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"No shit it hurt, I'm trying to kill you asshole!"
Nishjin sees his opportunity and manages to shoot him in the shoulder.
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The monster just stayed down and continued watched the odd fight go on. Keeping her distance and hidden from the others down the street. 'Maybe, if I'm lucky enough they'll kill each other.' she chuckled coldly under her mask from the thought.
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He yelps and buckles, now on one knee. "You at least don't have to be so rude though! I tries being nice, but you decided to be a dick!" He growls then whimpers. "My shoulder..." He holds the shield up with one paw and uses the other to cover the wound.
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"Fine then, why do you, an individual want to kill us, a group of 5?"
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"Leave and you won't die! I might even give you a Band-Aid..."
Giving the gun back to Connor, he laughs and adds, "I might not though."
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*Connor reaches into the bag and grabs a full mag and loads it into the gun* "I really should stop using this, it's pretty much antique at this point" *Connor cocks the slide back on the pistol* "So what's the plan now?"
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"I told you! I need to! Leaving NOW would mean death anyway!" He shouts, his voice becoming more upset. He continued to look up, almost as if he was looking through the shield and directly at nishjin with a pleading look.
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"We wait him out. It'll take a while for him to get through the door, and if he does, your explosive should go off. AND if all else fails, he'll lose plenty of blood."
Nishjin yawns and stretches a bit and yells down, "There's plenty of people out there going to die, you're just one more!"
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*Connor looks down at the man* "You in dept or something? You being held against your will?"
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He sits there for a while waiting for a response. "What, not going to finish me off?" He lowers the shied a tiny bit to look at the second floor. He sighs, and looks weary. "I guess I've no choice to tell you..."
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"That'd be nice, unless you want to bleed out."
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"No, you don't have a choice"
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He growls and drops the shield, looking up, still covering his wound with his paw. Its not red, like it should be around the wound. Its shiny black. "Alright. I need your bodily fluids... They keep me alive. And I cannot extract them without machinery without killing you." He sighs. "And you kind of also took the last of my rations."
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"What, you run on oil?"
Nishjin glares down and says, "You're pretty bad at killing people for someone who needs to kill in order to live."
Turning to Connor, he says, "I say we leave him."
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"That's a bit... Unfortunate... Is that a result of mutation or something?"
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"Connor, you aren't thinking of helping him? Killing him will save whoever ELSE he is gonna kill to live. His one death equals multiple people to survive."
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He gives a high laugh, and then stops, clutching his wound harder. "You actually care? Well, no... When the blasts hit... These... Enhancements, as I like to call them... Keep me alive. I invented them, but I never thought I'd have to use them... Listen... Without those fluids I'm a dead dragon... Just kill me... Its impossible for me to go on like this... My body is losing functionality as we speak... " he closes his eyes, and adds as an afterthought, "I never wanted to kill anyfur... That's why I'm so bad at it. I hate it."
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"Alright. Connor, hand me your gun again."
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"Enhancements? like augmentations? Can't those be removed?" *Connor brushes of what Nishjin is saying*
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"Oh, come shoot me face to face if your gonna do it. And yes, Connor, was it? They can. But they make up a lot of vitals. Almost everything in fact." He says and stands taller, not taking his paw off of his wound and walks towards the door.
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"Fine then, Connor. He's LITTERALLY asking for it."
Nishjin opens his pack and brings out a shiny Ruger.
"I have a gun of my own."
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"Then can't they be replaced or altered as to require another form of energy?" *Connor then realizes what Nishjin is doing and aims his gun at him*
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Nishjin aims his gun back at Connor, saying "Are you willing to die for some random guy?"
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He hears the commotion, and, summoning all his strength, rams his claw into the side of the building, using both claws, ramming in one after another and hoisting himself up, quickly ascending the wall.
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"Think about this, you want to take a life to save more, what if you don't have to take a life? What if you save a life and inadvertently save more? He doesn't want to do what he does, but he knows no other solution, we can be that solution Nishjin"
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Shoving Connor towards the window, Nishjin continues to point his gun at him.
"You have two choices Connor. Kill him, or let him kill you. Then I'll just kill him."
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"Try it" *Before Nishjin has time to react Connor shoots him in the leg, and uses the distraction to grab Nishjin's gun and aim it away from him*
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"Aw, fuuh... Screw you, too!"
Whipping out his nunchucks, Nishjin hits Connor in the head as hard as he can and grabs his gun back.
"You didn't have to do that, bro." He aims while Connor is still stunned and shoots his former ally's gun, bending the barrel.
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A clawed scaled paw lands on the windowsill ,and its owner raise himself up to nishjins height, his face filled with rage. He reaches in, pushing himself in and landing on both feet.
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"This town is ridiculous... If you come any closer, I'll put a bullet in your face."
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"This is a family gun, dickhead" *Connor throws the gun at Nishjin, knocking the Ruger out of his hand*
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He gives an unnatural laugh, and moves forward, a crazed look on his face. "Do it!" He growls, his eyes wide.
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"Why are you ignoring the elephant in the room?! Or rather, the dragon trying to kill us!"
Holding his nunchucks, Nishjin swings it at the dragon as hard as he could.
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"Because I can save him" *Connor grabs Nishjin's hand* "He's needs help"
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He catches it with his paw. "Really? Pathetic." He squeezes down on it until the nunchuk snaps, leaving a few shards of wood in his paw, which he shakes with a seethe.
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"Fine, you stay in here. I'm out!"
Pulling Connor down, Nishjin throws him towards the maniac and pulls himself out of the room and closes the door.
'That was my favorite pair of nunchucks...'
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"Jesus Christ he's hot headed" *Connor picks up the guns* "He forgot this aswell" *He unloads the Ruger and puts both the mag and the gun in his bag*
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He walks over to Connor, standing right behind him. "Hello." he has his hands in his coats pockets, and closes his eyes with a sigh.
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Searching his pack, Nishjin finds an old horseshoe that his buddy gave him. It had sharpened ends, and he hadn't found a use for it. Until now.
He jams it so that one side is in the door and one side is in the wall, then pushes it in as much as he can.
"Well, I'm gonna head back to the gas station. You can keep my gun since I broke yours!" He starts limping off, already loading up a revolver.
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"Ugh, Hi, anyway about your... Augmentations" *Connor examines his pistol* "Can they be replaced? Or altered?"
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He opens his eyes and grabs Connor firmly by the shoulder. One eye is glowing bright red, the other his normal green. " oh, I can make small alterations from time to time... Now, would you like to donate or shall I take it by force? " he licks his lips, his mouth open slightly.
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Hearing the dragon, Nishjin yells through the door, "Told you!"
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"So I take it that this is some kind of... Rage due to lack of nutrition? How do you extract the nutrients? It is lethal?" *Connor slips his switch blade out of his pocket*
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Raz got up from where he slept and began to smell something good and tasty, so he then went over into the direction of the smell and he entered another alleyway, his tail swaying just outside the entrance to the alleyway as he walked into it.
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"Well, I'll need almost every fluid and fluid like thing, so... Yeah! Pretty fatal!" He laughs and bites down into Connors shoulder, making it bleed. His teeth only penetrate the flesh, but he begins sucking on that spot, trying to drink said blood.
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"A warning would have been nice" *Connor jabs the switch blade into the wound in the dragons head*
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"That's the point, smart one! You should've listened to me!"
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Putting metal sends a shock through the knife, but he quickly pulls it out, reeling back with howls of pain. "Ow! Ow, ow, ow, ow, ow, ow..." He just repeats the words for a minute, turned around and facing the opposite wall. He slowly turns back to regard Connor, his claws out.
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*Connor cracks his neck and stretches his shoulders, whilst spinning the knife in his hand* "So where these augmentations exactly?"
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"What happened? Connor, you may want to use that gun!"
Nishjin thinks for a second before saying, "I might kill you if he doesn't, though."
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"Oh thanks Nishy, no need to worry though, It's a flesh wound"
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"Nishy? That's a bit friendly for someone who just threatened to kill you. I like that, it reminds me of myself."
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When he finishes turning around, he's got a smile on his face, eyes closed. He shoves his paws in his pockets and sighs. "I was only kidding with ya!" He says, no note of anger or malice In his voice, but his drops into a more scared face when he sees the knife.
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"...Great sence of humour you got" *Connor looks down at the blood soaked shirt* "Well shit"
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"Wait you actually believe me?" He says, giving Connor an inquisitive look. "You must be really gullible." He says, and falls down facedown on the floor, completely limp, black ooze no longer leaking out of his many wounds.
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"I kept the knife out for a reason" *Connor walks over and examines the dragons wound and starts messing with some open wires and other electronics, broken due to the knife wound*
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He hisses and yelp, but doesn't move his appendages. "Ow! Hey! Still alive here. That hurts, and you don't know what your doing!" He looks around with his eyes, but does not move his head.
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"Well I am a technician"
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"and I built this tech myself so stop! I'm just in dire need of fluids... Almost dead, in fact...
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"So it wont matter if I accidentally *Connor hotwires some stuff* break your brain"
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He coughs and splutters, and the circuitry beeps. "It kinda does! I wanna live! Give me fluids! I thought you were gonna help! Get out!" He shouts, his heart racing, in a clear panic. He was not used to being helpless.
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"Annnd" *Connor taps something metal with his knife* "That should feel a little better*
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He sits for a moment, clearly thinking. "That doesn't feel any better." He says, before whipping his tail around to forcefully push you back.
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"Alright, calm down, It might feel better after I stop playing robo-surgeon with your brain, try this" *Connor pulls out an empty bottle from his bag and drains the blood from his shirt into it*
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He looks over at Connor, and sighs. "I thought you were gonna heal me... " there is a loud hissing and grinding sound, as he gets up, and stands tall, despite the fact he looks terrible, with even a few wires sticking out from places.
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"Well what do you think I'm trying to do? I've never worked with augmentation technology before, it's hard" *Connor holds out the bottle of blood* "This should satiate your blood lust whilst I'm working on your head"
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He lands on his knees and gently pushes the bottle away. "I don't need that as much as I need... Spinal fluid... I..." He roars at the ceiling, once and then slumps into a slouched over position.
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"Well I can't help you there, but shouldn't the blood atleast help?"
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"Nah... I have... Small amounts of that left... " he sighs and gives a small smile. "Thanks anyway... For trying." He sighs and takes the bottle of blood, downing it quickly.
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"Am I free to continue?"
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"I've no choice now...im a goneeeerrrr" the last part fades out, and he closes one eye, the other becomes a black sphere. It seems he ran out of energy.
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"Okay, I have one guess where to put the batterys are I am not even going to try... Hmmm" *Connor tries to lift the dragon, to take him to another room, one with a power outlet, this proves difficult, since he's huge, but he manages to and he then opens up a power outlet and hotwires it to some wires coming out of the dragons arm* "Hopefully this can power him without him needing his spinal fluid"
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His eyes open and power on, and he looks around, yawning. "Hello? Where am I?" He said, and then saw Connor. "Oh. Hello again."
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"Do not move your right arm! This setup will prove difficult as my knife will probably conduct the electricity... Shit!"
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His other appendages begin to come back to life and he gives a whimper. "But I need to..." It twitches slight, one of the fingers moving as everything else moves in order to ensure they still work.
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"Don't move it much then!"
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It moves like the others, moving every joint to its normal capacity, and then beyond some, turning in every way only once.
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"I'm suprised the power's still running"
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"As am I..." He sighs and relaxes, letting out a loud truck brake sound. "So I suppose I should thank you... For... Y'know, saving me."
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"You should save that for when I actually save you, you won't be able to disconnect from the power until I find a way to... 'fix' your hunger"
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His stomach area makes a growling sound. "I am hungry.... But how'd you know that?" He said with an amazes look. He began to think, looking for a solution.
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"Know what?"
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"That I was hungry" he says, and holds out his paw expectantly.
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"Your... Hunger for bodily fluids..."
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He looses any trace of happiness. "Oh... Oh that. I thought you actually had food for me. I'm famished..." He sighs and places both paws on his chest, interlocked.
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"Heh, I wouldn't think your body still requires average nutrients" *Connor takes a fresh apple out of his bag and gives it to the dragon* "I'm running low on apples... Damn, so anyway am I free to continue tinkering your brain?"
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*bursts in the door* "Hello please don't eat me" "I usually eat grass or flowers if i get hungry"
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He looks at the apple and sniffs it. "What is this?" He hands it back to Connor just before Bruno busts in. "What in the name of... Y-yeah, just hit the red switch before you do, and hit it again to turn me back on. Got it?" He says, still a little tense.
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"How did you get past four armed people and an explosive rigged door?!"
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"I could have done that..." He mumbles, humphing softly.
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Well *makes awkward face* i offered them all pieces of jerky *drops sack of meat jerky* "rigged?" *notices i could have exploded my self in a million bits*
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"Oh yeah... You climbed up the wall... Anyway, you ready to be turned off?"
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"You can try"
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"For some reason I... Doubt that they didn't shoot you... And I doubt the door malfunctioned... Did you climb through the window?"
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*picks up rope from bag and puts a piece of jerky in my mouth* "Yep" * I say nonchalantly *
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"How did you climb up here without anyone hearing? Oh wait, they missed like ten gunshots earlier... Anyway, you know bursting into peoples homes and yelling 'please don't eat me' is an amazing way to get shot? *Connor turns the dragon off*
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"mmmmhm" *hands you jerky* Would you want some assistance?
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"Uhh, you seem friendly enough"
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Zaida's headache seemed to get worse watching the fight and now the sudden rescue. "...What the **censor**?" She groaned under her breath. 'Makes no sense... How did they even survive this long?'. She lifted the mask wiping off her dirtied face off with a small rag, then adjusting the gasmask.
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"I actually have a mine near here i usually live there when i'm not looking around the area for people or breeding feral fish for food"
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*Connor starts tinkering around in the dragons brain* "I'm not hungry, but thanks, I get my food from a... A camp*
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"If you need any resources i can give you locations of disused mines or well were operational but you know most of the population died" "Also when you say you get food from camps do you mean you are a cannibal?"
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"I get fruit from my camp"
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Geoff had left the group long before all the fighting happened. Running into so many people at once was too much of a shock and he needed time to relax by himself. It was going to take a while to adjust to social interaction again...
He was resting in a beat up cubicle in an office building not too far away, examining the computer which sat crooked on the desk. The thing was in good condition but certainly not going to work anytime soon. The bear was on one constantly as a kid before the fall, watching silly pet videos and writing awful poetry on his blog. Such an innocent time...
He poked the power button on the PC. It didn't flash to life, as expected, but it did supply a satisfying click that amused him more than it should.
He kept pressing it with enthusiasm, each click widening his grin. Then he turned it into a beat he rasped along with.
"Tuh, tuh tuh, tuh, tuh, tuh tuh--Heheh...!"
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*Connor tries rewiring something in the dragons head, causing a loud spark to echo through the building* "Ah shit, the hell was that?"
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Sha-draw wakes up with a jolt. "Inod greska mendo jrue plafrac? Undo fremla! Grixvlo alpuc!?" He spoke in tongues that were unintelligible.
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At the gas station, Nishjin had found a hidden door leading to a lab that looked like it belonged to some mad scientist.
'I wonder if Connor needs this stuff to help out that one guy...'
After bangdaging his leg with some wraps he found in the room, he headed back to the building he had started out at.
Yelling up at the window he knew Connor was through, he said, "Connor! I found something you might want to see!"
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Sha-draws eye lit up bright red and he let out a low growl. "Grofll bendot undo frampill!!!" He flailed and tries to get up.
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Hearing the dragon babble like an idiot, Nishjin puts his hand on his holster, feeling the weapon.
"Is that guy still mad? Well, I found some lab in his gas station, you might be able to fix him there!"
Snickering as he hears the noise of the dragon trying to get up, he adds, "That is, if you can get him there."
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Zaida wandered off from the odd group, before stopping in her tracks as she heard soft giggles and a continuous tapping from inside a business building. "Hm?..." She raised a brow.
Drawing the silenced M9 from the holster on her hip, she then snuck into the building. She followed the sound of the giggles and tapping, it got louder and louder before leading her to a room filled with cubicals. Some toppled over or complete torn with holes, but there was just a few that stood. "Who's there?!" She said with a growl under her mask.
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*Connor hits the red button on the dragon* "Uhh, oops?'
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Nishjin hears Connor's sarcasm and a thud, presumably the dragon hitting the floor.
"Alright, follow me over here."
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Whatever Connor did, its now keeping sha-draw awake. The thus was him punching his fist into the ground, trying to get up.
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"Can you walk? All that movement disconnected you..."
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Seeing the dragon getting up through the window, Nishjin yells "Whatever! You can get there yourself. I swear if he tries to kill me, you'll have a fun time trying to remove the lead from his face!"
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"Well I don't want to carry him Nishjin, he's a dragon for christ sake"
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"Dragons have legs AND wings. He can do it himself, or at least try..."
Holding back a bit of laughter, he adds "Actually, you should let him try by himself! It'll be... good for him. He may stumble a bit, but it's fine."
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He some how manages to stumble to the window, and waves his arms around, yelling "bifdin grets! Bifdin grets!!" Hr covers his red eye, and tries to do something to himself, punching his own face repeatedly.
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"Bifdin? Sounds like Nishjin..."
Seeing the dragon punching himself, Nishjin bursts out laughing and says, "I think there's a switch or something he can't reach that lets him talk. You should let him try, though."
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*Connor rushes over and hits the red button again* "I think I broke it"
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He shakes Connor violently, points to his glowing red eye, and then at the gas station. "G...r...h...u...n..." He seems to be trying to speak normally, but something is clearly broken.
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"Grun? Oh! Gas Station! He wants to go there, I think."
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"Oh shit he needs fuel! C'mon, we gotta hurry!" *Connor rushes to put on his blood soaked shirt*
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Sha-draw grabs Connor by the shoulder, holding him back. He begins to short out, clearly forcing himself. "R... R....... Nnnnnn...."
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"Uhhh" *Connor lifts his bag over his shoulder* "Run?"
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Reluctantly, Nishjin grabs the fuel he took and throws it up.
"Don't use all of it!"
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He frantically nods, pointing to his glowing eye then the gas station.
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*Connor steps back to the top of the stairwell, still looking at the dragon*
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He shakes his head, and moves over to the window, pointing down at nishjin, but gets hit in the face with the gas in the process.
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"I don't understand"
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"I took the last of the gas at the station, so there it is."
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"But he was telling me to run..."
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"I dunno. He called me Bifdin, maybe he was saying to listen to me because I'm smart, you never know."
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He looks so frustrated that sparks are literally flying from various joints. He punches himself again, and again, making a large dent in his shoulder.
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"I don't know how he's even able to run, he's disconnected from the power"
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Seeing the dragon punch himself, Nishjin laughs so hard that he falls over, banging his fist on the ground.
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"Nishjin, Image how frustrating it would, trying to communicate, your welbeing relying solely on communication, but no-one can understand what you're saying"
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He eventually tears through himself, and rips out something filled with wires, black ooze spurting everywhere. He coughs and splutters and tries to speak. It comes out in a mechanical, low, calm tone. "English? Am I speaking English?"
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"Holy shit, uhh yeah"
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Geoff's heart jumped at the voice. "N-No danger," he stammered, "I promise."
He leaned hesitantly past the edge of the cubicle, hands raised to show no weapon ready. This could lead to his head getting blown off, but he'd rather take the risk.
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Zaida looked around, making sure there was no one else around. She saw the paws shoot up in a cubical 'Bear paws...' She examined. He wasn't armed, she then lowered the M9. "Alright, you can put you paws down. I'm not going to hurt you... Now that's unless you do something stupid and I don't want to waste bullets." Her voice was slightly muffled under the gasmask. "What are you doing in here, shouldn't you be with your group or something? Or are you on your own?" Zaida questioned as she approached the cubical cautiously.
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Raz had found the source of the sweet smell his nose had caught and it was a bush of big ripe strawberries just outside of a business building, and as he finished, he noticed a familiar smell fading away to the ground, he had smelt it before but never knew it's source so he instead waited outside it to see find out who it was, then he thought to himself, 'I wonder how strong my new hide is...' as he sales around the building.
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"I have no group," Geoff replied, "Just looking around, I-I thought I was alone here. I'm sorry if you, uh, claimed it. I can leave."
He stepped out of the cubicle, using his metal rod like a cane.
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"Nah, I haven't claimed anything yet." Zaida shook her head. "And I certainly don't want this building... For now I'm just scavenging." She added while looking around carefully. "I heard noise coming from inside and I got curious..."
Her ears flicked. "You sure no one is with-" she paused and turned around hearing something, aiming the M9. "There's someone else.." she mumbled softly, too quiet for the bear to hear her actual words.
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Outside the business building, as Raz was walking and sitting outside, a creature to rival Raz's size appeared out of nowhere and attacked him, Raz fought with his claws and teeth, occasionally letting out a jet of fire and the creature slashed back with claws, some breaking as they made contact, Raz then grabbed the creature by the throat and slammed it to the ground and sprayed fire into its face and to reaction it threw Raz off of it and they both continued to fight.
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Geoff's ears twitched. "Wh-well, I came alone, as far as I know," he said, pausing for a moment before mumbling, "Unless that wolf guy stalked me. Dunno why he would..."
He glanced at Zaida aiming her gun, then clutched the metal rod in both hands. "Shit, something bad out there?"
If they had a gun, he was in trouble. He still lacked ammo...
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"No hobla Engles! Hobla Espanol?"
Getting up, Nishjin puts a confused look on his face and looks up at the dragon.
"Konichiwa?"
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Sha-draw turns to the window and looks down, baring his teeth at nishjin. His voice is low and monotone, with a mechanical tang.
"Run you fool. Unless you want to become a splat on the wall."
His eye that was red seems to switch off, now a dull black.
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"Oh shit, he's going into that... hunger rage again"
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A large truck rolled down the street, in the back sat a large group of men. Each looking heavily armed. The truck stopped in the middle of the street, the doors swung open and out came a vulture. His outfit looked dirty and his face gave off a evil vibe. The men in the back jumped out and began to scan the area.
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Raz continued to fight the creature that had attacked him, both exchanging roars that could be heard no matter how far away as they slashed and hit each other, and so many times he spat fire into it's face, and within his mind he could fathom what the hell was going on, why was he fighting in the first place, but continued either way.
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The vulture stopped in his tracks, he gazed at the sky and smiled at his men, "You hear that?" They all nodded. He got back in the large truck and smacked the side of it, "Let's move!" Everyone got back in the truck and they moved towards the sound.
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Raz continued to fight, and as he heard an engine roaring towards them, his opponent went to take a slash at Raz and he dodged it and stabbed the beast in the throat with his claws [CONTENT REMOVED] until it ultimately twitched and died. Raz saw the truck approaching ever so quickly and he began to limp away as fast as he could, occasionally stumbling over his own paws, blood occasionally dripping from him and hitting the road he was on.
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The monster continued to listened, it then got quiet. She hissed in a low whisper. "Sounds like some ferals were fighting." She said to the bear that she had just met in the building.
Without saying anything else she began to head back outside where. Aiming her M9 in the direction of where the growling and roaring noises had been coming from. As she grew close, she heard nothing but an engine of some vehicle outside.
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The truck stopped and the vulture jumped out with a megaphone and he yelled in it, "You running away! You better stop, or I'll give you something to run away from!"
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Geoff decided to follow the gasmasked person, metal rod ready to bash whatever creature pounced out.
He wondered if these ferals were the normal type or mutated horrific beasts of some form. He caught no sight of any ferals since he emerged from hiding. The idea was ridiculous, though. All the fiction books he read in isolation probably got to his head. They had to be normal ferals...
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Raz continued to run, and as he ran, he saw a feeble building, ready to fall into the street, so in an effort to lose them, Raz body checked the building and quickly moved out of th way as it fell just behind him, and he continued to run, or rather wanted to, because when the building fell, debris launched out and hit one of his forelegs and yelped and fell down with a dense thud, but very very slowly he dragged himself away.
A section of the building crumbled down on the far side of the street, the passage barely wide enough for the truck.
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The vulture sighed and got back into the truck, "Follow him..." The driver nodded and they drove closer to him. Once they got close enough they got out, "Men sweep this area and find him! Be careful though! This whole building is crumbling!" Everyone got out and began to search the area.
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Pulling out his revolver, Nishjin aims directly at the dragon's head.
"I'm sure he can take a few shots, seeing how he's pretty much destroyed already."
He slowly pulls the trigger, a smile creeping on his face. "Told you this would happen from the start."
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Sha-draw shakes his head. "You fool, the station is about to explode. You tripped the security, and I can't get down to stop it. " he puts his paws in front of his face and cringes as the gas station makes a loud ticking sound.
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"Oh, well screw that... I'm out!"
Nishjin starts sprinting down the street, unsure of how big the blast radius is.
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Sha-draw ducks under the windowsill as the gas station erupts in a plume of flame, debris and particles flying in every direction. A plume of smoke billows up from the spot, a Huge marker and symbol of what the world has become.
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A giant piece of shrapnel hits Nishjin, almost ripping his arm off.
"Aw, shii.... I never should've approached the group. I knew something bad would happen."
His vision starts going dark and faded, and Nishjin blacks out.
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Sha-draw does not move, or try to go outside. "I told him... I told him so... I wonder if he's still alive... Probably not. " he says in a low tone, looking at the blazing fire once every so often.
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Fading in and out of consciousness, Nishjin processes that there's fire all around him... There's a huge pain in his right arm, and he can't move it. Items from his pack are strewn about, and he sees his gas can about to light on fire.
Suddenly, all he feels is heat. Unbearable heat. Seeing his gun next to him, he grabs it with his left paw, seeing his own fur burning off. Tears in his eyes, he points the gun to his head. "Damn dragon..." And pulls the trigger.
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Zaida heard the megaphone, a man threatening someone. '...What the hell is going on?' she asked herself as she got outside of the business building.
Not too far away she spotted the car with a few anthros in it. Driving then parking at a building before going in, it was obvious they were searching for something.
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Geoff's ears flopped to his head and looked toward the explosion in the distance. "What in the hell?"
He huffed and turned back to Zaida. "S'weirder here than I thought. Uh, d-do you have ammo for a Glock?"
As if he'd get ammo handed to him for free out here. That fox giving him the apple was an exception, surely. Better to ask now than find bullets in his brain later.
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She forgot about the car and the anthros in it. It wasn't any of her business and she didn't plan to get herself in a fight, unless she really had to.
"No, I only have a few loaded into mine, ammo is hard to find." She said plainly. "...However there's a sporting shop near by." Zaida added. "It's actually were I'm heading in the first place. They may have some clothes, snacks, guns and ammo. May not be stocked anymore, however it's worth a shot to check it out."
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The vulture sighed and got back into the truck, "Follow him..." The driver nodded and they drove closer to him. Once they got close enough they got out, "Men sweep this area and find him! Be careful though! This whole building is crumbling!" Everyone got out and began to search the area.
A trail of staggering steps were on the ground that led into an alleyway and would lead to Raz, as he had dragged himself into that alleyway and went around a corner in there, not noticing that he was at a dead-end, but it gave him the feeling of being safe.
As Raz laid on the ground, breathing heavily and weakly, he tried to clean the wounds he could reach with his tongue, and did so successfully, 'That wasn't me... I'm not like that, it's what this body has changed me to be... a vicious feral dragon... but strong, and with that strength, I may just survive in this new world.', Raz thought to himself as he continued to lick his wounds.
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"Holy shit!" *Connor sprints to the window and leaps out, he barely staggers but it did hurt his legs, he sprints over but is too late, Nishjin shoots himself, Connor stops in the middle of the street, the heat from the raging fire softly tingling as it comes in contact with his fur, Connor just stops motionless and stares, speechless*
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Sha-draw slowly walks over to Connor, placing a paw on his shoulder, and with each step there are ticking sounds. "What would you like to do with him?" He asks on a low tone.
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*Connor just brushes the dragon off and slowly walks over to Nishjin's lifeless body, Connor crouches down, resting his head in his left hand and resting his left arm on his knee, he picks up the revolver and examines it, but doesn't say a word*
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Sha-draw just watches, his body letting out the occasional creak. He doesn't seem to be too upset... Or shocked. He looks around, knowing the blast would've attracted a lot of attention.
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*Connor drops his bag and starts loading Nishjin's equipment into it*
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Sha-draw can do nothing but watch, afraid to speak in his low, mechanical voice. So he just stands there, processing.
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*Connor lets out a sigh, then leaps up onto his feet* "Well, best not to dawdle" *Connor walks over to his door and unlocks it, then starts disarming the I.E.D.*
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Sha-draw tilts his head, but walks over to the carcass, bending down over it, and looking at it. "Hmm... I wonder... " he whispers, closing nishjin's eyes.
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"Hey, uhh dragon, is there any hardware stores around here?"
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He starts to do something to the body, either extracting or implenting, and is there for a minute, and eventually turns around, his paws bloodied, and the body covered by its own shirt. "What was that?" He sticks his paws into his coat pockets.
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"I'd rather not know what you did with his body"
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"I can live with that" he says and sniffs the air. "Hardware you say?" He sniffs the air harder.
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"Yeah, hardware store, I need to repair my gun"
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He doesn't say anything but moves forward, eyes closed, sniffing repeadetly, only barely missing walls and poles, walking in a seemingly random and unknown direction.
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"Smell something interesting?"
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"I smell an upgrade... So hardware, if you couldn't tell. Come along." He motions for Connor to follow him and begins walking down the street.
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*Connor emptys the used bullet casing out of the revolver, putting the casing in his bag, he loads in another bullet in and proceeds to wander along with the dragon, revolver in hand*
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He continues following his nose, leading him up and down streets, wandering through broken homes and buildings, unknowingly leading Connor to others as well...
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"Are we nearing the hardware?"
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"Yes, yes I think so..." He takes big sniff and points up. "I do believe it's up there... " where he points is the top of a skyscraper, and looks old and dangerous.
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"Ugh, I hated skyscrapers enough before I knew that they could crumble at any moment"
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"You want the hardware or not?" He growls before going up to one of the barely stable support beams and sticking his claws in, and then another, using that to scale the building.
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"Yeah, my claws can't do that so I'll just wait here"
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"Yeah, sounds good," Geoff replied to the gasmasked one. As they walked, he kept on the lookout for potential trouble. He didn't want to bother her with chit-chat; She looked the serious type who might not appreciate distractions. It's hard to read one's disposition when their face is covered.
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The vulture sighed and got back into the truck, "Follow him..." The driver nodded and they drove closer to him. Once they got close enough they got out, "Men sweep this area and find him! Be careful though! This whole building is crumbling!" Everyone got out and began to search the area.
A trail of staggering steps were on the ground that led into an alleyway and would lead to Raz, as he had dragged himself into that alleyway and went around a corner in there, not noticing that he was at a dead-end, but it gave him the feeling of being safe.
As Raz laid on the ground, breathing heavily and weakly, he tried to clean the wounds he could reach with his tongue, and did so successfully, 'That wasn't me... I'm not like that, it's what this body has changed me to be... a vicious feral dragon... but strong, and with that strength, I may just survive in this new world.', Raz thought to himself as he continued to lick his wounds.
A large group of anthros could be heard marching towards Raz's location, then at the front of the ally way stood seven anthros with guns. In front of them was the vulture, he smiled, "Now. Why didn't you listen to me? This would have been so much more simpler but nooo, you had to run." He pulled a pistol from his back pocket and aimed it at him, "Get up, and maybe if you listen, I'll fix you up."
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Sha-draw reaches out his tail and grabs connors wrist with it. "Come on." He growls, hoisting him up by the arm only.
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"Ow shit really? I was going to try and bandage my shoulder while I waited"
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"Too bad!" He yells, climbing higher and higher, soon the wind sweeps across the two furs, the building creaking dangerously.
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"Well, time to start writing my will"
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When he gets to the top, the wind is loud and he puts connor down standing up.
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"Why did I have to come?"
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"Well you said you wanted hardware."
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"Hardware store! I said I wanted to go to a hardware store, I need a hammer or something!"
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"Oh. You're the one that tried to fix me! And there is some hardware... Over there." He points down the other side, to a tiny set of dots near an alleyway, only barely visible.
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"Oh yay, now we have to get down"
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"Don't be so hasty. They have the guns I followed." He peers over the edge, looking dangerously close to falling off.
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"Wait... What?"
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"I don't know who they are, but followed the scent of their guns." He says, practically dangling off the edge to get a closer look.
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*Connor pulls a pair of cracked glasses out of his bag and puts them on* "Oh damn"
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She remained silent as she lead the way to the sports shop. Zaida didn't mind the bear, as long as he didn't try anything funny.
Eventually arriving at the trashed plaza. She walked to the glass door which was shattered into millions the alarm broken and shelves knocked over. However from the looks of it the building has been empty for some time.
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The vulture sighed and got back into the truck, "Follow him..." The driver nodded and they drove closer to him. Once they got close enough they got out, "Men sweep this area and find him! Be careful though! This whole building is crumbling!" Everyone got out and began to search the area.
A trail of staggering steps were on the ground that led into an alleyway and would lead to Raz, as he had dragged himself into that alleyway and went around a corner in there, not noticing that he was at a dead-end, but it gave him the feeling of being safe.
As Raz laid on the ground, breathing heavily and weakly, he tried to clean the wounds he could reach with his tongue, and did so successfully, 'That wasn't me... I'm not like that, it's what this body has changed me to be... a vicious feral dragon... but strong, and with that strength, I may just survive in this new world.', Raz thought to himself as he continued to lick his wounds.
A large group of anthros could be heard marching towards Raz's location, then at the front of the ally way stood seven anthros with guns. In front of them was the vulture, he smiled, "Now. Why didn't you listen to me? This would have been so much more simpler but nooo, you had to run." He pulled a pistol from his back pocket and aimed it at him, "Get up, and maybe if you listen, I'll fix you up."
Raz groaned and struggled to get up, his legs shaking as he did, and he stumbled from side-to-side as he walked out of the alleyway, "Ugh... I'll co-operate..."
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The vulture smiled, "Someone help him." Two anthros came out from the group, a tall and skinny white fox, and a muscular tiger. They grabbed Raz gently and helped him walk.
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As much as Raz didn't like this guy already, he was the only one that could help him right now. As Raz exited the alleyway, he walked to the middle of the street, turned around and stared at the vulture, "I hate to be blunt, but what do you want?"
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The vulture put the gun in his back pocket again and smiled, "Well, me and my boys heard you and your friends little scuffle and we wanted to help. Sorry for pullin' a gun out on you. Just didn't know if you went feral, cuss it sounded like you did when we came lookin' for yeh." a cat came running up to Raz with a medkit in hand, he gestured Raz to move near the wall so he could dress his wound.
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Raz went where the cat wanted him to go and assisted the cat around him to dress his wounds, "I... didn't even know that creature, it just attacked me... and I think I did go feral... just as new instinct I suppose. I didn't feel pain... or remorse... just do and get it done with... and I didn't like that one bit... I'm nice, and polite... but I suppose that was my other side that knows true justice.", Raz then looked at the vulture and squinted his eyes at them, "I'm Razuel, by the way, Razuel Dracon, former biological experimentalist scientist.", Raz winced at the cat as they touched a very hurt wound, "Argh, be careful... that really hurt."
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"Sorry." The cat said, he moved more carefully around the wound. The vulture replied back, "Names, Bailey Stowe. Former Green Beret." He moved closer to Raz and sat next to him, "Now unlike you. The other ferals we've met never turned back to normal. They stayed that way, you my friend are lucky." He pulled out a canteen from his back pouch and handed it to him, "Want some?"
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Raz nodded and gently took the canteen and took a small swig and handed it back to the vulture, "To be honest, I'm fine with what has happened to me, the transforming part that is... This body, it seems more resistant to bullets, amongst other things too, and I don't think I want to revert back.", as Raz spoke, the spikes on his back grew longer until the stone in his chest flashed, signaling that it was done growing them, and one of the spikes poked through one of the medical wraps. Raz reeled his head around to the ripped bandage as it stopped growing, "And it seems like I'm still growing."
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The cat sighed, "Damn it..." Bailey took back the canteen, "This, thing that's happening to you. Has this happened before the outbreak? You know, with the spikes..."
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Raz shook his head, "No, it hasn't. Before the outbreak, I was going through my normal day, get up, go to work, experiment with unknown chemicals and materials, however, this morning, I woke up in a damaged storage room of my work, broken beakers and canisters around me, and as I made my way outside, I felt beaten as I gazed upon the decimated city...", Raz looked down, "...after that, I just walked through the city, which felt like forever and just went into an alleyway and slept...", Raz then stopped and looked at the vulture, "D'ya think that those other ferals were my co-workers?"
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Bailey thought for a second, "At least one of wore a lab coat." A large bear spoke up, "Nah it was bout' three." Bailey turned his head, "Three?" The bear replied, "Yeah, bout' three of them near the lab." Bailey sighed, "It's safe to assume that they where you're co workers..." Bailey sighed, "Sorry, I bet it's hard for you."
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Raz sighed and looked down, "Yeah... but I assume they were corrupted somehow to make them that hostile... I wonder if my gem is what kept my sanity.", Raz then looked at his chest gem and it gave a slow fading in and out glow. Clouds began to roll in, lightning and thunder being seen and sounded, "We should find some cover...", Raz looked back at the vulture, "I'm assuming that you have some sort of base?"
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Bailey stood up and offered a hand for Raz, "Yeah, it's out of town. It's rather big, lots of space and food."
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Raz's stomach grumbled as he hadn't eaten since he had gotten up earlier that day, "Good... I'm really hungry.", Raz then saw a few of the vulture's men wince and put up their guns to aim at Raz, "I may look feral, but I don't eat live creatures... some berries or some small amounts of food will do me until we get back to your base.", the men looked at each other and lowered their weapons as Raz took Bailey's assistance to stand up, "Thanks... so, which direction is it?"
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Bailey pointed at the truck, "We'll take the truck. Won't be to long." He went towards the truck and got in, "Sit in the back with the rest of the men."
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Raz climbed into the back of the truck, his whole body mass taking up a majority of the back, "Um... I'm not sure there's enough room for the rest.
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Bailey stuck his head out from the truck and sighed, "Well... Some of you guys back their are going to have to walk." All of the anthros groaned, They all chatted among themselves. Four anthros walked, the rest got in the back. The cat, a bear, a cheetah and a hippo got in the truck. They all glared at Raz. The truck began to move and they we're on their way.
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Sha-draw watched with intent as they left. He leaned a bit closer, trying to watch their every move. He sniffed again, and almost fell off, tumbling off the edge, but holding on with a clawed paw. "Ummm... Oh dear." He whimpered, looking down.
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Raz felt awkward as he was stared down and he simply curled his head away from them, hoping that they'd get back to the base quickly, Raz uttering a "Sorry..." as he curled up.
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*Connor grabs the dragons shoulder* "Hey! If you die I have no way of getting down" *Connor sighs and looks around* "I swear to got if we die I'll make your afterlife a living hell for bringing me up here"
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Sha-draw struggles to get up. "I have an idea... Jump Connor. Jump. " he says, a big grin on his face.
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"You know I have a gun, if you want me to off myself"
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"You saved me... Now trust me. Whatever I Snell is leaving in that truck! Please, I promise you'll be safe." He smiles once more, his grip slipping.
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*Connor tries to stretch his arms but he stops and grabs his shoulder, still in pain from the bite, he takes a few steps back* "You're right, I saved you... Your time return the favour" *Connor sprints to the edge and leaps*
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Sha-draw let's go and falls alongside conner, and as they fall he grabs him and holds him, landing on his feet and making a huge crater. "There... You go..." He landed on his legs, and puts Connor down standing, looking to be in pain.
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"Ya know being a dragon I thought your plan was to fly or something, but no, instead of flying like a dragon... You decided to land on your feet like a cat... I suppose it shouldn't be hard to catch up to the truck, seeing as they have to deal with the vegetation, it's not that dense here though so I don't know, we should start moving" *Connor notices that the dragon is in pain* "You alright?"
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As the dust clear you can some if his metal parts have been stripped from the landing
"... I can't feel my leg..." He whispers as he limps towards Connor.
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"Oh shit, look now we can't chase the truck, was that really worth it?" *Connor examines the leg* "It doesn't look like you've damaged anything the can't be fixed" *Connor starts gathering the metal that fell off on the impact*
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He gives Connor a cheeky grin. "Says who?" He takes off running on one foot, still going fairly fast with an injury.
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*Connor runs up alongside the dragon, then keeps pace with him* "What's your plan if they shoot you on site?"
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He gives a laugh as he runs faster. "Look at me. I look like hell itself... I don't think they will." Looking at him anyone can clearly see the many punctures, wounds, deactivated eye, missing flesh, and other parts that made him look equivalent to a zombie.
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"Or maybe they'll all be like 'Oh shit, a zombie dragon!' and shoot you!" *Connor speeds up to match his pace*
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Sha-draw speeds up even more, smiling. "Time to find out!"
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*Connor shakes his head, sighs and speeds up alongside the dragon*
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As we follow the truck, we eventually come to their base if operations. "Ah..." I sigh.
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*Connor slows down to a halt* "Hell no, this is more stupid then the tower"
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*starts to wake up* "Where am i ?" *looks at food* "Looks like i may have been poisoned" *makes a weird face*
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Raz felt awkward as he was stared down and he simply curled his head away from them, hoping that they'd get back to the base quickly, Raz uttering a "Sorry..." as he curled up.
The group of anthros just gazed at him. Then the truck stopped, and everyone jumped out. Bailey came walking up and yelled, "Out! We're here!"
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*slowly descends from the building with my rope and falls shortly after bruising myself and coughs up* "MMMMMMfffphfff" *grunts in anger* "I guess nobody's here" *walks for a couple of hours until i see new tire marks* "odd"
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Raz climbed out and did a big stretch, his wings stretching out, casting a shadow over the small group, letting out a grunting sigh and then retracting his wings and folding back onto his sides, "Ahhh, that felt good.", he then looked over to Bailey and then around the base, "Quite established in that small time."
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"So what's the plan now big guy? Should we just waltz in and ask nicely for their tech?"
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He gave a quiet chuckle and begin to reach into his coat pocket. "Nah... We- " he looks up and at the surrounding field. He nods in approval. "We take it."
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"And what if they're using it for good? I'm not a thief!"
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He looks over at Connor and shrugs. "Well I am." And once again starts climbing a wall. Of the closest structure.
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*Connor sighs* "If I get caught I'm being held against my will"
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"Yes they're definitely going to believe that " he chuckles.
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"Judged by the way you carried me up the tower I wouldn't say it's far from the truth"
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"Well if you want to go home you can.
These people look much more interesting.
And you didn't exactly fix me well."
He says, stopping to tick each of these off on a claw.
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He starts to do something to the body, either extracting or implenting, and is there for a minute, and eventually turns around, his paws bloodied, and the body covered by its own shirt.
Waking up, Nishjin feels a huge pain in his head, and immediately puts his hands up to hold it. He then notices multiple things. The fact that only one of his hands made contact with his head, he was lying in the street, and everything else hurt, too. He opens his mouth to speak, but nothing comes out except a quiet sort of mechanical groan. Looking down at himself, he inspects his body and finds a few things that aren't there anymore. Including half of his fur, which had burned off, and most of his right arm, which was lying a few feet away from him. 'Oh God, no...' None of his supplies were in the pack that was beside him except for a few melted things. He might've killed himself again, if he had a gun. But there was only one thought on his mind.
'I'm going to destroy that dragon.'
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He stopped climbing, his eye flashing . "could it be..."
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Getting up, Nishjin sees a load of shrapnel around him, and quite a few are a decent size. He picks a couple up, then goes into the building where Connor had been and looks around. He finds the rope from that one person who snuck through the window and starts bending the large pieces of metal into something he could hold, and bends them around the rope, making an almost whip-like weapon. Going out, he finds some bigger pieces of metal with sharp edges and brings them inside, cutting the rope protruding from the handle down toe about a foot long. He slowly makes a knot in the rope, although it's hard with only one arm's help, and then he bends a sheet of metal around it. He stabs a few holes in the ball, then puts as many of the sharp shards of metal into the ball as he can. The end result was about as much of a mace as he could've hoped for, since he made it with one arm.
'Ah, a mace. The one-handed nunchuck. I haven't trained with these in a while...'
Suddenly, a tingling sensation blasts through his head for a moment, then subsides.
'The hell was that?'
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His only ear left perks up and he looks around, forgetting the task at hand. He reaches the top of the building, facing not towards the place with food and tech and new furs, but in the opposite direction they had come.
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Nishjin swings the makeshift mace around a few times, then heads out of the building in a random direction. Although the tingling was weaker, he still felt it. It seemed to be in a certain direction, so he decided to head towards it.
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"What? did you hear something?"
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He motions for conner to be still. Stretching his neck out and looking aroun, and watches all the steets he can see.
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*Connor slowly pulls out his revolver and looks around*
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"S-say Connor...do you remember nishjin?" He says, cautiously sitting on the edge of the bed.
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"I'm holding his gun for Christ's sake"
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He taps his claws on the roof idly, his ear flattened.
"He may want it back..." He whimpers, looking in the general direction of nishjin, though he could not see them yet.
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Spotting the dragon's head poking out from the top of the building, Nishjin rushes to the fire escape and starts climbing up as fast as he can, his mace dragging behind. "HEY BUD! I THINK WE GOT OFF ON THE WRONG FOOT!"
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He notices and slams the door shut in his face. "Yeah in know, me too...
So I built you a new one!" He says, keeping then door closed.
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"COME ON OUT AND WE'LL TALK, BUD."
Nishjin's voice crackled and went quiet at random, making what he was saying hard to make out.
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He shook ... Fear he guessed. "Um... You sound damaged... " he said looking around for a place to hide. "I-i can fix you you know..."
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Nishjin starts kicking the door as hard as he could, saying, "THEN LET ME IN! MY HEAD ISN'T WORKING RIGHT EITHER!"
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He darts down the nearest vent, trying to fit his bulky body in. "I need you to be still to fix you! " he yells as he jumps for the vent, and then gets stuck in it.
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Nishjin grabs the dragon by his ankle and rips him out of the vent and pins him down.
"WHY CAN'T I EVER REMEMBER YOUR NAME..? WHAT IS YOUR NAME, ONE WHO TORMENTS ME?"
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He kicks him off, launching him backwards and stands up.
"Stop shouting... " his single ear flicks "and I do jot torment you. You killed yourself... And I gave you life..." He says, opening his arms wide.
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"I CAN'T STOP SHOUTING. MY VOICE IS BROKEN, YOU IDIOT. AND MAY I REMIND YOU, I KILLED MYSELF SO I WOULDN'T HAVE TO BURN TO DEATH."
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He gets in a fighting stance, the many wounds over time still showing. Many still leaking or sparking, its clearly taking a toll on him. "I'll gladly return you to the Nether realm. But I have to get into that building. Because in there is food. Tech . a dragon, possibly. Yeah... Not too sure about that one. But still! That is important! " he points to the housr where the many furs and strange beast had disappeared .
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"I DON'T CARE WHAT YOU NEED AT THE MOMENT, I CARE WHAT I NEED."
Nishjin pulls out picks up his mace and swings it a bit to intimidate the dragon.
"WHAT IS YOUR NAME, FIRST OFF?"
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He puts his paws up to his muzzle, cringing slightly. "S-sha-draw! Its foreign!" He yells, taking a step back.
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"ALRIGHT THEN, I'M GOING TO CALL YOU SHAW. NOW, WHAT DO WE NEED TO FIX MY VOICE?"
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He points towards the house. "All of my equipment was destroyed...
All the tech necessary to fully fix you is in that building." He shivers, his eye flickering.
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"ALRIGHT, WE NEED A PLAN, SINCE I CAN'T EXACTLY WHISPER WITH YOU ONCE WE GET THERE."
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He takes a few steps forward. "If you trust me, step forward and lie down. I know what I'm doing." He pulls a tool out of his coat pocket. It looks like a swiss army knife with many weird tools coming out of it.
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"WELL THAT'S JUST FREAKING OMINOUS."
Nishjin steps forwards and lies down on the floor, gripping his mace tightly.
"I DON'T TRUST YOU, BUT I NEED YOU AT THE SAME TIME. JUST KNOW THAT IF I START TO FEEL LIKE I'M DYING, I'LL MAKE YOU FEEL THE SAME WAY."
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He switches to a knife looking object on his multitool, and holds it just above your throat. "Trust me... I already do..." And jabs it into your neck, causing you to black out.
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"FAWK Y-"
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What must be hours later, nishjin wakes up, completely covered in fluids and some parts, but alive. Sha-draw is sitting, slumped over against a wall.
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"-OU!"
Bolting upright towards where Sha had been, Nishjin grabs a phantom neck and looks around, confused.
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There is a knob dial on your neck, and I do not move. You're parts are cleaner and shiny, and you feel stronger.
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"The hell'd you do to me? Ay! My voice!"
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You can see I'm still clearly not reacting to you, but you look somewhat more pristeen then even I did.
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"Yulloooo?" Nishjin gets up and pokes Sha.
"Hey! Get up!"
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He slumps to the side and into the dim evening light, and you clearly see blood and black fluid, wires and part all over him, in places leaking out or just plain missing, his eyes closed.
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*Connor trudges into the room and drops his bag* "Oh look, I thought one of you'd be dead by the time I came back" *Connor opens the bag and pulls out his M1902, which looks to be repaired* "And I hath come bearing thy pristine combustion pistol!*
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"I'm pretty sure I was dead already. I see your gun's fixed."
Nishjin stretches out his limbs a bit, hearing whirring noises as some of them move around.
"I believe you have some stuff that belongs to me?"
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*Connor reaches behind him and pulls out Nishjin's revolver and spins it then stops and chucks it to Nishjin* "Run me through your previous inventory so I can give you back your gear"
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Plucking the revolver out of the air, Nishjin inspects it and puts it into a burned leather holster at his side.
'I'm going to have to get used to that...'
"I had a pair of lead nunchucks, a pair of wooden ones, and a picture frame. That's all that matters to me, you keep the rest."
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*Connor reaches into the bag and chucks out the nunchucks, then carefully hands over the picture frame* "I'm assuming that is for sedimental reasons so I took extra precautions to make sure it was safe, you're welcome"
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"Yet you left me to die. Thanks."
Nishjin takes the items and puts them in a bag he'd found earlier.
"Whatever, I don't blame you. I'd have done the same thing to Shaw over there."
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"You shot yourself, I'm a technician not surgeon"
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"I only shot myself because I didn't feel like burning to death. But I don't care at this point. I need something to eat."
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"I was going to go try and find a rifle and hunt some ferals for food but I decided to check back here first"
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He appears behind nishjin, tattered and torn. "E-e-eat? You shouldn't need tooooo" he says,most of him looks nearly decimated.
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"Oh hey there. I see you're awake."
Nishjin raises an eyebrow and asks, "Don't tell me I need to drink spinal fluid... What am I supposed to do?"
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"All this cyborg shit is so confusing"
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"I gave you my powrrr source. I need sustinence, you havvvvvvvv " he stops, and coughs. "Its alright. Only needs water. But I'll take that food..." He says, standing up straight.
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"Well that's cool. Anything else I should know?"
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"You have some other abilities... I am nothing more then a husk now..." He says . he sounds almost... Depressed.
But with his voice beomcing more andore difficult to decipher its hard to tell.
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"Hey man, if you die, I'm screwed. Don't you dare scrap yourself for me, because if I break down, I dunno what to do."
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"I do not know how much longer I can last...this body is broken and close to shutting down. but I shall try to stay active"
He gives some akin to a sigh.
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"Uhh is your brain the motherboard?"
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"His or mine? Because for me they are one and the same. "
He sits down with a creak, and then proceeds to look at the house.
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"What about your voice modulator, where's that?"
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"The throat area. Obvious. Why do you wannnnnn-" he coughs grindingly, and sits up straight again. "W-what?"
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"If I were to jerry rig your brain and throat into a toaster..."
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Cutting Connor off, Nishjin sarcastically says, "That sounds VERY technical. The toaster, I mean. Anyways, I think I'll go get some supplies, you two can talk together if you like. Try not to kill each other."
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"I stopped you from killing him, why would I kill him?"
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"I wasn't talking about you."
Nishjin heads down the building and once on ground level spots a grocery store not far off.