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Creative Arts and Media => Roleplay => Fun RP => Topic started by: Farewell on December 11, 2016, 08:11:22 AM
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Around 2019 a world war started, the surviving fighting nations used nuclear warefare which effected the entire world. Although many died, life remains and struggles on this wasteland. There are very little resources, people will kill their own blood for a gallon of water, or juicy steak... The Government is dead, the few cities far out in the wasteland create their own forms of government instead. Each fight each other for more resources but as the years go by, the lines between humanity and monsters begun to blur. People In the cities begin to break off and form their own groups. Some for good, others evil. The year is now 2121, mother nature has taken back what rightfully belonged to her.
The Map- (http://uploads.tapatalk-cdn.com/20161212/683bede3143515615a251542c858496c.jpeg)
Fungals- There is very little water, usually they're contaminated and the infected usually lurk around water sources so towns must hide their water source to prevent contamination. Those infected with the fungus virus. Once infected they search for a water source to drink and contaminate as they turn, fungus usually grows on their face exiting the nose, mouth, ears and eyes sometimes causing them to go bling and deaf. The fungus virus then control them and there is no cure, blood or water that enters wounds eyes, mouth, nose will infect you.
Savages- Insane people in packs who've turned into cannibals and act like animals, many don't know how to talk and they're ill looking possibly carrying many diseases. They usually carry rusty metal scraps for weapons or use their claws and teeth which can give a deadly infection. They usually go after bigger and taller people in hopes to get more meat.
Dust storms- Due to the lack of water and trees, the wasteland is like a desert. When the wind gets strong enough they're dust storms some are strong enough to bury a man.
Towns- They're many types of towns. Public, Ghost, Gate. However they aren't always safe as they may seem.
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Rules
• Follow TFF basic rules
• No OP players
• No powers or abilities
• No Vehicles or Electronics
• RP is always open.
Metal is the Co-Leader of the RP
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Name:
Age:
Species:
Appearance:
Clothing:
Weapons:
Backstory:
Extra:
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Name: Zaida Valdis
Age: 26
Species: Monster
Appearance: This (https://r.tapatalk.com/shareLink?url=http%3A%2F%2Fwww%2Ethefurryforum%2Ecom%2Fforums%2Findex%2Ephp%3Ftopic%3D34200%2Emsg1947956%23msg1947956&share_tid=34200&share_fid=31052&share_type=t&share_pid=1947956)
Personality: Anti-social, Quiet, Short tempered, Unapproachable, Aggressive, Untrusting, Mysterious.
Clothing: Dark jeans that are just a little bit loose allowing more movement with knee pads and combat boots, a dark grey tank top and some bandage wrap around her upper arms and fists, A greenish brown scarf, an olive green military jacket with a hoodie along with a gasmask. Something similar to this (https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/originals/65/de/9d/65de9d5d7d2652c03fe315c741a00082.jpg)...
Weapons: Machete, SOG combat knife, AR-15
Backstory: She use to travel with family but was separated at a young age due to bandits. Desperately searching for days Zaida eventually found them... It destroyed her.
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Name: Oswald Stowe
Age: 31
Species: Bearded Vulture
Appearance: Blue feathers
Personality: Humorous, brutal, savage, aggressive, and a leader
Clothing: This (https://xboxoz360.files.wordpress.com/2010/04/red-dead-redemption-left-side-art.jpg) Although a added red bandana is wrapped around his forehead with what looks like a bullet hole through the right side and a eyepatch covers his right eye.
Weapons: Colt Navy Revolver and a Kukri knife
Backstory: Nothing is known about Oswald. People know he has a younger brother named Bailey and that he used to have a family. But no one has any clue what or where he's from. He is at the current time the leader of a infamous bandit group known as the 'Hunters'
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Name: Bailey Stowe
Age: 27
Species: Bearded Vulture
Appearance: Red feathers
Personality: Kind, well manored, easily angered, empathetic.
Clothing: This (http://1u88jj3r4db2x4txp44yqfj1.wpengine.netdna-cdn.com/wp-content/uploads/2013/09/plankattack.jpeg)
Weapons: Wood Stock Pump Action Shotgun, Machete
Backstory: Just like his older brother. Nothing is known about him. He isn't In the same group as Oswald and no one knows where he actually is.
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Name: Rayleonarde "Ray" Blackburn
Age: 20
Species: Raccoon
Appearance: Royal purple, save for two tear-drop shaped gray spots on his chest and lower abdomen. Oath-binding tattoos are scrawled all across his body
Personality: Quiet, Loner, Loyal
Clothing: Tribal clothing, wraps around his feet and paws.
Weapons: Wickedly hooked Shotel, bow and arrows. Not really weapons, but carries a few instruments with him.
Backstory: Once part of a well-off community, Ray found himself scraping out a meager existence when the community fell apart, and now wanders the wastes, killing any infected, and generally avoiding survivors. He made an oath to never harm anyone that wasn't trying to hurt him, and tattooed ancestral sigils onto himself as a way of solidifying his oath, and never letting him forget.
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((Time for something a little different))
Names: Geoffrey and Riley
Age: around 17
Species: Black bear ; Salamander
Appearance: maroon and dark brown fur, tan muzzle and eyebrows ; dark blue with light blue speckles
Clothing: both wear basic fur pelt clothing with makeshift pieces of armor
Weapons: Each have a bow and a crude sword and knife made from scavenged metal
Backstory: They both lived in the same community that was recently invaded and their families slayed. They teamed up to guard each others' backs as they brave the wild desert looking for a new settlement.
Extra: They're pacifists but don't shy from defending themselves.
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((I hope it is not too late to join.))
Name: Kerotine Ingleshe
Age: 34
Species: Feline
Appearance: Dark brown fur, with light grey lines across most of his body.
Clothing: Wears ragged robes, with a arrow holster on one arm, and a bandanna around his mouth.
Weapons: A bow, forged from rubble and waste from the wasteland, that fires arrows created from primitive techniques.
Backstory: Kerotine had always been a wanderer- it was his nature. Now, he continues that, looking for a group to travel with. Apart from that, nothing else mattered. The past never mattered, as the wasteland had taught him.
Extra: He will do anything to survive. Anything.
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The bear and salamander duo lurked a ruined ghost town not far from Havoc and Woeford, searching every nook and cranny for something of use. At first thought this might seem a pointless effort; who knew how long this place was left to decay, and surely it was picked clean by this point. However, that does not rule out the chance that prior explorers left something behind, nor the duo's ability to fashion something helpful out of the ruins. Nothing should go to waste.
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The town of Carnage was under Hunter rule. Oswald stood staring over a small pit bull. He was rather tall for his size and his eyes ere light blue, he raised his hands towards Oswald like he was forcing him away, "I'm sorry! I won't do It again I swear!" The pitbull screamed. Oswald stood staring at his Kukri, he smiled and looked down at the canine, "Son I've given you a chance before." He laughed under his breath, "Three time to be exact!" He grabbed the canine by the shirt collar and pulled his close, "I'm sick and tired of you asking for chances..." He threw him towards the ground and snarled, "I'll give you another chance." The pitbull smiled and replied, "Really?!" The vulture smiled and grabbed him once again by the collar and dragged him towards a large trench, "Yeah sure... Just take a drive in the sewer for me, won't ye?" With out hesitation he threw the pitbull in the large trench and he landed with a loud SPLASH
Oswald laughed and pointed at him, "See you in hell buddy!" Oswald coughed and turned around and stared at the group watching the scene, "Did I say you could watch?!" He tossed his arms into the air and screamed, "Get a move on!"
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Zaida's eyes fluttered open, finally the sun was beginning to set. The monstress got to her feet before brushing herself off. The building's wall was covered in stains, cracks and some parts of the building was just rubble, God know what it use to be... She had been staying in the ghost town for a few days, it was time to head out. The monstress gathered her belonging and placed it in her pack, then put her gasmask partially back on before jumping through the window with a grunt. She took out her machete and then her compass planning on going to Woeford however it wasn't certain.
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Ray was squatting in the ghost town north-east of Aloe, sitting atop one of the few decrepit buildings. He was watching a small group, possibly Savages or the Infected, making sure they weren't going anywhere near the safer towns. The raccoon kept his bow close, and an arrow knocked.
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((Is it too late to join, this, thing?)
(Never too late)
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((This looks interesting. How many characters are we allowed to control?))
Name: Dr. Alka Wolf
Age: 29
Species: Wolf (Duh... :P )
Personality: Refined, calm and cunning. He doesn't really show much emotion besides positive ones, but it's probably NOT because he doesn't feel negative.
Appearance: Check the reference. His pants have been torn into shorts, and his shirt has been torn into a tee. He also doesn't have his watch or his glasses.
Clothing: See above.
Weapons: Has no training with any form of weaponry. He does know a little bit of fighting, but is more skilled with his tongue than anything else.
Backstory: Alka was raised by a very long line of doctors who passed down their medical training to their off-spring in order to aid with their survival. Unfortunately, his family was killed at the age of 14, so most of what he knows is either self-taught, built upon years of studying corpses or reading what little scraps of information is scattered about the wasteland. He currently wanders from place to place, using his skills with a scalpel as a trade off for food and water.
Extra: Has lots of medical and surgical knowledge, but that's about it.
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It had been a long walk, that was sure. The wastes had a way of making sure you kept on your toes, no matter how clean the horizon may seem. It was something that Kerotine was used to; He had lived upon these lands far long enough to understand it's tricks. He had last set off from a ghost town not so long ago, and, if his bearings were correct, he would be approaching Woeford sometime now. But, then again, you never could be quite sure about anything.
As he continued walking, bow holstered over his shoulder, he plucked an arrow from his quiver, running his finger over the shaft and adjusting the crudely-fashioned fins at the bottom. They were in no way perfect, but they got the job done, at the very least. And, most importantly, they were cheap, versatile and could be modified to suit whatever occasion was needed.
He continued walking, basking in the wasteland sun as he traveled.
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Name:Red Locus
Age:32
Species:Lizard
Personality:Slightly bitter, Loner, Easy to get on bad side, A bit aggressive
Appearence:Dark red scales, yellow-white horns, Black eyes with orange slit pupils
Clothing:Dark blue jeans, Heavy hoodie over faded red flannel shirt, wears a Balaclava if he needs facial protection
Weapon:Crude Club/Mace made from scraps and various scavenged metals, Snubnosed revolver
Backstory:Red used t be part of a small ragtag group of survivors, trusting them with his life
That backfired horribly, long story short he was left for dead after being injured and had to scrounge up hat he could to help his injured hand, which he has lost much of his feeling to
He no wanders aimlessly, He hasn't found out any huge goal other then to survive
Extra:Can't dual wield objects and has a hard time carrying two handed objects due to his hand injury
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"There."
Across the street and a few houses down, Geoff poked his head out from behind the corner to see the gasmasked person Riley was pointing to. He instantly grabbed the salamander by the back collar and pulled her back onto her hindquarters.
"They're walking away," Riley rasped irritably.
"Doesn't matter, I don't want to take the chance," Geoff replied, remaining in whisper. "They're masked and have a gun. We can't take the chance with someone like that. Not now."
"Good point. Let's wait until they're gone, pick up whatever's left, then find a good place to settle down."
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Zaida placed the compass back in her pocket and left the town. The machete rested on her shoulder, her head held high, and boots kicking up dust as she walked.
Dust flew in the air, two horses ran dragging behind with a handmade carriage. A hyena and rat in control, a few anthros in the back looking for any survivors to snatch up and take back to Havoc. The town was known for having an arena, tossing in survivors to fight for their lives while being betted on...
"Shit" Zaida hissed under her breath, she was strong but couldn't take all of them especially since half of them were armed, that was just foolish. The monstress ran back to the ghost town and slide into cover behind some rubble. She eyed the group carefully as they laughed and talked out loud. She put the machete away and pulled the AR from behind her back. she took off safety and kept her finger close to the trigger, ready to fire if she needed to.
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The bear's ears twitched "Horses... Laughter...?"
"It's them again, isn't it?"
"O-oh god, no..."
The two crept into the ruined house they were beside for a better hiding spot. The gasmasked one would have enough trouble, but the duo would have a snowball's chance in hell of escaping if they get caught. Primitive weaponry was useless against those brutes.
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Name: Slug
Age: Unknown
Species: Greyhound
Appearance: soon to come
Personality: Calm, kind to very few, cunning, filterless, knows no boundaries but would much rather stay away from strangers
Clothing: a dirtied, baggy army-green mechanic's jumpsuit that once belonged to her obviously much larger father, a dirty white cut-off tank top underneath, scuffed up sandy brown combat boots, two dark-brown slightly torn knit bandanas pulled up over her snout, fingerless knit gloves, and a pair of thick aviator goggles worn around her neck
Weapons: soon to come
Backstory: Since birth, Slug was always told by her loving father that she was too pure for a place like the wasteland. She never believed him... But her love for him was always too great to oppose him, so she humored him instead. When he wanted her to explore their family's faith and become the priestess of their town, she agreed. Reluctantly, but it was only to see a smile on her beloved father's face. In becoming a priestess, Slug offered her mind and body only to her god and was forbidden to ever offer her love to anyone other than him or she'd be damned and exiled from her religion and hometown. For years, she remained loyal to her god only for her father's sake until a rouge wastelander changed everything for her. A series of unfortunate events later deemed her impure, leading to her being exiled from her home and shunned by her beloved father. Now, devastated and alone, Slug roams the wasteland, searching for some sort of meaning to her broken life.
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Slug was passing through the ghost town when she too heard the horse and carriage. Her ears perked slightly as it approached and she narrowed her deep red eyes in disgust. 'Oh great. What trouble await this town now?' She thought as she swiftly turned the corner of an old building, taking cover behind the outer walls with one paw on her pistol.
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Zaida made her way into a building, seeing a bear and salamander. She placed a finger in front of her mask "Shhh..." Zaida peaked out of the building watching them ride around and sat back down looking down at the AR. Her ears stood up listening to any noise, it wasn't noticeable under her mask but she watched the two carefully...
"Shit, when will we find some survivors? This is boring as hell.." the bull snorted.
"Be patient." The viper hissed quietly. "Havoc will find a few eventually... we always do."
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Geoff and Riley stared with silent fear at the masked one as she approached, but realized she was on their side, at least for now. They shivered, listening carefully along with her.
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Alka was wandering, as he usually did, and stumbled upon the ghost town. He was a fair distance away still, but seeing some figures in the distance, he squinted his eyes and tried to make out who they were. Failing to do so, he took a small sip at the half-empty bottle of water he was carrying and then began moving towards the ghost town, making sure to do his best to stay away from those he saw. Never know when people could be psychopaths.
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Bailey was sleeping on top of one of the destroyed buildings roofs. He woke up too the sounds of horses and other various noises. He peered at the group then muttered, "Great... More of them." He slowly crawled away from the edge of the roof so he wasn't spotted.
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"Head to the ghost town." The hyena said in a serious tone. The rat nodded having the horses turn towards he town.
As Zaida heard them growing close. She looked around the building before running over to the back door and opening it, she's watched the arena before however now that she was on her own they would take capture her as a fighter.
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Slug's ears swiveled as she became aware that there were definitely more people in the town than she thought.
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Ray watched the carriage from the rooftops, slightly worried. The raccoon hid away his weapons, and continued observing.
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Riley and Geoff followed Zaida out. They both drew their bows just in case. Bows and arrows were nothing compared to guns, but at least they had something ranged to work with.
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Zaida peered out from behind the corner. They couldn't just run, it would be far too noticeable. They were getting close before stopping in the middle of town. Zaida took a deep breath and aimed the AR, just about to pull the trigger on the hyena before a gunshot was heard. Her eyebrows furrowed as she lowered the gun.
A small group of bandits emerged, jumping the Gladiators (Name of the Havoc hunters). Guns were fired and weapons were drawn, it didn't take very long for the hunters to win however the rat was killed in the fight.
"Well shit they killed Larry, it was his first week too." the hyena scoffed. "Oh well..." He took a few valuables before he lightly kicked the corpse. "Get the survivors into the carriage, we need to get these boys back, they'll do good in the arena." The hyena said crossing his arms.
"You bandits are stupid as hell, only one of you had a gun." The bull chuckled. "Damn, it's going to be fun watching you fight. Better start thinking before doing or you boys won't last long." Him and the viper tied them up and starting escorting them onto the back.
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Alka had snuck around the ghost town to a position where he could watch the survivors being taken captive without being easily noticed. He kept his head down and hoped that they would pass soon, so he could raid what was left in the ghost town and then leave. If I don't find some more food soon, I'll being starving... Better hope those idiots had something to hide.
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Geoff and Riley stayed quiet against the wall, bows still at the ready as they listened to the action. Geoff kept his eyes on Zaida's movements to judge the outcome with the Gladiators (and guard for potential backstabbing) while Riley kept watch around them for any other enemies.
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Slug carefully pondered on an escape plan. As she did so, she began backing up until she was close to the back of the building. Once there, she was sure she could hear the breathing of at least three other people in very close proximity. It was too late, she was already there and was sure that if she tried going back to her position, it would only end in disaster. Taking a deep breath, she sharply turned the corner to see a masked individual with two other furs next to her. 'Great.' She thought.
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Red heard the horses and decided to close himself in the nearest abandoned house, Hiding and waiting he decided to think of something that could help him in this situation... drawing repeated blanks, he decided to wait it out and hope that these bastards wouldn't make him their next toy
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"Alright let's get going boss!" The bull yelled out.
The hyena glanced around the ghost town carefully. "...Alright." He huffed. The horses threw their hooves up and neighed. The carriage rode out of town, heading back to Havoc.
Once they were far enough Zaida stood up and sighed. She took off her gas mask, and wiped her face of as she was dirtied with little blood and filth. The monstress looked at the strangers still armed and looking at the carriage in the distance. "Shit..." She mumbled under her breath.
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Riley and Geoff clearly noticed the strangers as well. Arrows still held loose yet ready to their bowstrings but pointing at the ground to suggest defense. They were quietly discussing something in a strange tongue.
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Ray climbed down from the rooftop, and sighed heavily. He was unaware of anyone else in the area.
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There was a pause of silence. "State your reasons..." She hissed. "I hate liars, so let's not do that." She said baring her teeth. "Is there anyone else with any of you, if so call them over... now." Zaida commanded, obviously it wasn't her first time running into strangers, so she wasn't going to deal with any bullshit.
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Seeing the big mob leave, Alka took the opportunity to duck out of cover and start looking through whatever buildings were around, looking for anything. Food, water, information. Anything that can be of use.
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Riley freed her arrow hand, pointing the thumb to Geoff and herself. "Err, friendly two, supply hunt."
"Aye. No harm, no steal," the bear stated with a calmness masking his timid nature. In truth, they were both frightened by the gasmasked one. She was clearly not someone to mess with, and that greyhound person didn't ease their nerves either.
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Bailey stood up from the roof and took aim at the two. He may have been using a shotgun but it could possibly intimidate thrm, "Don't you **censor** take the food.." He mumbled
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She thought for a moment. "We'll see..." Zaida looked back in the distance the carriage gone but surely it wasn't safe if it was hunting week for them, they could consider coming back. "Just because I didn't hurt you both, doesn't mean we are friends... We will take shelter in a building for a day and then we split ways." Zaida finished with a huff.
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Bailey kept watching them, then in the distance he saw them, Hunters. And in front of them was him, Oswald. Oswald was pointing at things and speaking in a loud tone, the whole town could hear him probably.
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Zaida went silent and listen, the voice was familiar. "Oswald..." she hissed under her breath, building up with anger. "Come on." she barked at the strangers quickly heading over to one of the buildings.
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Riley nodded to Zaida about the temporary team-up, but Geoff caught sight of the armed person on the rooftop and tried not to stare as he tensed and adjusted the grip on his bow.
"Gun--" he paused as his ears caught the yelling.
They followed Zaida.
"'Oswald'?" Riley whispered.
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Bailey noticed he was spotted by Geoff but he didn't care his goal was to not he seen by his brother. Oswald entered the town the men with him quickly ran forward, weapons raised searching for any supplies or someone to kill..
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Zaida got into a specific house climbing up a ladder and into the secret attic. It wasn't empty and had a few materials lying about meaning she had been here a few time. "I was part of the hunters, but that bastard left me to rot. In general they aren't good people..." She whispered before sitting down.
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Alka heard the loud yelling from inside one of the buildings. Shit... They're probably all killers... Best to scope out the siutation. He put down the stale bread he had picked up and slowly moved to a window, peering outside.
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"Oh..."
After a moment of silence, the bear and salamander discussed something in their odd language again, but they were clearly concerned judging by their faces.
"You... sure not hurt us after?" the bear asked the gasmasked one, arms resting on his crossed legs and holding his palms out. "Promise, we not hurt you. No reason. We like peace..."
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Zaida huffed "I already said I wouldn't unless you did anything funny." She snarled taking out her knife.
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The two tensed up staring at the knife.
"Y-you didn't say that, thou--"
Riley slammed her elbow into Geoff's side. "--augh!..."
"Dolt."
Riley sighed. "L-Look, we've been in this situation before and got backstabbed, so forgive him for still being unsure."
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"If I were planing on backstabbing, I would've already done it. Besides you aren't threats to me. Now keep your voices down." She whispered before peaking out the small attic window.
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Ray, upon hearing Oswald's shouting, immediately sought another place to hide. He kept his bow drawn, an arrow at the ready.
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Name : Marble Valdyr Foxheart
Age: 29
Species: Marble Fox (Probably last of their kind)
Apperance: Light Gray, Gray, Dark Gray and White Fur. Green Eyes. Some scars and gunshot hits here and there.
Clothing: He wears a dark gray long sleeved shirt, and light gray jogging pants and just an ol' pair of sneakers. Over it all is a light blue padded jacket and fingerless gloves.
Weapons: Remington 870 (He has no more shells ;-;) and Fire Ax.
Backstory: He used to be a banker, sustaining life lonely. No kids and wife so the money he earns is all his. His hobby is hunting, so he bought those three guns and is using it until now.
Extra: He never trusts someone fully.
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Oswald could be seen right In the middle of the town where the other bandits just left, the men with him came back and began scanning the area for any possible threats. Oswald knew someone was here, but he didn't know who and where. He whistled loudly and began peering into each window. Knocking on them while smiling.
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Zaida moved away from the small window and sat down in the corner. She opened a canteen and took a sip of some water. "They won't find us, I've hid here multiple times before. Even when I was part of them, I never told them. Just be quiet and we should be fine..." Zaida told the two, she then asked curiously. "What are your names?"
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"I'm Riley" The salamander replied quietly.
The bear opened his mouth to speak-- "That's Geoffrey."
He shut it and glared at Riley for a moment. "...Yeah. Geoff for short."
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Having gotten a look at the men before Oswald began checking the windows, Alka began weighing whether or not he should turn himself in on purpose. If they were men of reason, he could certainly use his medical skills as a bargain for 'keep me alive.' Should they just be psychopaths however... the wolf gulped before sighing. "Well... All or nothing. I'm too hungry to pass this up." The wolf stood up and walked outside of the building with his hands behind his head, hoping to get noticed.
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(There - There-!)
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"Geoff... Riley" Zaida murmured their names before she peered out the window again. She spotted a wolf walking out of a building his hands behind his head, she assumed he did this to show no harm to the hunters.
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Oswald turned his head towards Al, he coughed the spit out some gunk, "Who the **censor** are you?" He had what sounded like a deep Australian accent
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Alka got onto his knees, trying his absolute best to not seem like a threat. "Not an enemy. I'm a doctor, one of very few ones left."
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Oswald stared at Al, he looked over at the men behind him then back at him, "Why are you on your knees?"
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"Never know when you could be running into a group of psychos." Alka said, slowly rising to his feet again.
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Oswald nodded, "Eh, good point." He eyed Al up and down and crossed his arms, "You're a doctor? That's what you said, correct?"
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"Correct. I'm an experience surgeon and have plenty of medical knowledge I can share." Alka slowly lowered his arms to his side.
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Zaida watched the whole thing through the small window. Although the conversation was a bit muffled she heard words here and there. It was just enough to know what was going on at least.
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Oswald smiled and spoke again, "And you can fix almost anything?"
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Alka thought before giving his answer. "I'm not going to make you any promises I can't keep, but I will certainly endeavour. Medical supplies are as scarce as knowledge, so I cannot guarantee any miracles." Alka sighed. Not like this is a place for miracles or anything of the sort...
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Oswald shrugged, "Oh. Well I guess you could take these." He gestured over the medic, he clearly was a medic. A white helmet with a crudely drawn red cross with a red armband around his military uniform. Oswald whispered in his ear. The Medic handed him a small satchel of supplies and Oswald tossed them on the ground, "Take them. Their supplies for medical stuff. I don't know much about It but I'm sure It has everything you need to doctor."
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Alka looked through the satchel, making a mental checklist of everything there. It was a surprisingly well made kit, even having needles of local in it. "What do you need me to do?" The wolf said as he continued looking through the satchel.
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Oswald smiled and shruged, "Just need you to prove yourself." He pulled his revolver out and shot on his the men behind him in the leg. He fell in agony and began screaming. Oswald clapped his hands and screamed, "COME ON! CHOP CHOP! FIX HIM UP!"
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Ray had made it to the second floor of a nearby building, and kept his bow trained on Oswald. He wasn't about to fire, but it made him feel better
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Ray had made it to the second floor of a nearby building, and kept his bow trained on Oswald. He wasn't about to fire, but it made him feel better
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Alka nodded, taking the satchel and moving over to the wounded man. "Right, I'm going to need you to remain still. Any movement will make my job harder, and trust me, that's the last thing you want." Alka began working on the guy, first giving him a shot of local before inspecting the wound.
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Riley and Geoff jolted alert at the gunshot and screaming but stayed completely silent as they listened.
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(Is my oc qualified?)
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(Yes)
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A Marble Fox roams around, his bag missing and a gunshot wound at his shoulder, luckily the bullet came through, but he have nothing to patch the wound.
"I haven't came this far to die now.." He said before kneeling, then dropping down to the ground with his two weapons beside him. "Dammit."
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(Bump..)
Zaida sat back with a sigh. "Nothing new, he just shot one of his men is all..." She murmured as she fiddled with the canteen. "A doctors to prove himself apparently, that's what I heard at least."
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"What the hell," Geoff growled.
Riley stayed silent as she carefully looked though her fur backpack and pulled out a box of ammo.
"Got a gun that takes this?" she asked.
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Ray flinched at the gunshot, and his arrow flew from his grasp. It went really high, digging deep into the window frame of a nearby building. He cursed under his breath, as he would have to retrieve the arrow later.
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Marble screamed loud not to attract but as his last scream of anger.
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"Do any of you have food because I only have enough to feed myself..." She said plainly to them.
(Given permission from metal) Oswald squatted down as alka started to work. "Come on! If this was a real situation you got to work fast." He said tapping the butt of the revolver on his knee. "Don't disappoint me." he murmured coldly under his breath.
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((Riley asked Zaida a question. Probably wasn't clear enough))
Riley shrugged. "Not much, but we'll be fine."
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Alka sighed as he pulled out a scalpel and a pair of tweezers. "If this was a real situation, he might not get the luxury of being patched up right out here in the open. Still, there is a method to this-" He said as he began slicing into the wound in order to find the bullet, "-and if you want the job done correctly, I'll stick to it."
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Ray drew another arrow, something more sinister than a simple head. The hollowed-out glass arrowhead held within it disgusting, obviously infected water. The raccoon took aim at the group, targeting one of Oswald's less-armored soldiers. He held his fire, waiting for the group to either leave the doctor, or make an attempt on the doctor's life.
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**two days later**
Zaida walked through the wasteland the two following behind. The monstress looked in the distance, seeing Woeford it would at least take a mile to get there. Although Zaida looked pretty fine and actually in shape she had a slight limp on her right leg. Possibly from a previous injury it was starting to get a little noticeable the longer she walked, only if you really focused on her leg you'd see it. Zaida was usually looking all around even if it seemed deserted, she was naturally very cautious of her surroundings. Because of this she never seemed to let her guard down or relax even when it's safe to.
"Woeford up ahead, they'll let us in and stay a day, maybe a few." She shrugged lightly. "Hopefully." The monstress added.
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(Anyone?)
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((I'm waiting on my leader to set up the scene for me. I'm with him after all))
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After the events in the town, Ray had fled to the nearest woodline. He set up camp, and was still there. Ray woke, as the pains of hunger reached him, and set out to find food.
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(last I spoke with him he said he's not going to come back... >_> however he did that once and came back, it may be awhile until he does though)
(Not sure if you're in this still Enva but I'll assume you split up in Woeford)
Zaida reached the doors of woeford looking up at the guard.
"PUT YOUR HANDS BEHIND YOUR HEAD AND GET ON YOUR KNEES!" He ordered.
The monstress didn't argue and did so. As soon as she did, from left and right guards ran up patting her down and confiscating her weapons. "Name, Reason."
"Zaida, I came here for food and water. I'll stay here a day or two then I'm gone."
"...CLEAR" The canine hybrid barked, the doors opened slightly allowing them to escort Zaida inside.
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(Anyone or is this official dead)