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Call of the Void - Chapter 1: Adolescence [Closed]

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19 hours ago, Cyriann said:

"What are those balls ?" I look to the one who is visibly taking upon herself to watch over the kid. "I don't speak a word of Lasrian unfortunately."

"Mmm? Oh right, those appear to be sonic decoys. They probably won't last too long in distracting the hyenas. We should get going and follow her as soon as possible. And that means everyone." said Tara in English, addressing all who are within earshot and gesturing towards the bat-like Tenno.

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14 hours ago, Drakeardian said:

"I think I'm better now." he answered, still somewhat horse but his voice seems to have improved, including his breathing. At least he's not coughing anymore.

For the majority of the encounter, with everybody flooding the silent stranger with questions, Dino kept a bit of a lookout. The paths forward and back were dark, but looking their way would still give you a second more to react to whatever might crawl out. However, she wasn't that concerned. Her eyes were observing the better lit walls of the sever, observing the structural integrity. It's old, but appears to be competent work. Nothing short of a bombardment should should bring it down, at least in this part. But she's aware of the variety in architecture within Lasria, so this Saint's square might've just been a lucky one.

Then the rich boy started talking again, and she turned to see him holding the tired shield girl, saying he's all better now. She frowned.

"Great, and now we have a tired medic. How about some good news next time?"

1 hour ago, MetroFallout said:

"Mmm? Oh right, those appear to be sonic decoys. They probably won't last too long in distracting the hyenas. We should get going and follow her as soon as possible. And that means everyone." said Tara in English, addressing all who are within earshot and gesturing towards the bat-like Tenno.

"Yeah yeah. C'mon everyone, I'd rather not have to punch those things again."

That was a lie. She totally wants to punch them again. But she likes to exist, and that requires the thought process of a responsible adult. How annoying...

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On 2019-10-31 at 5:36 PM, DaMadReaper said:

Footsteps, pitter pattering, splattering through the shallow water of the sewer as they sank deeper down the paths, the thrown orbs shooting lines of themselves to drag along the walls. Bait.

Just hearing those sounds made Martijn tense up. He understood they weren't real. He was able to put together those strange orbs were the source of the noise, although Tara's Lasrian explanation made it all the more obvious. Yet he couldn't help but feel unsettled.

15 hours ago, Drakeardian said:

He looks her over for a bit then helps her up, wrapping one of her arms over his shoulder and grabbing onto her side to hold her up. "Of course." he answered before he looks over to the young girl then to the others

"I think I'm better now." he answered, still somewhat horse but his voice seems to have improved, including his breathing. At least he's not coughing anymore.

That unsettled feel gives away to worry the moment that the doctor dropped to the ground. He took several steps towards the duet but before he could do a thing Karl was already helping the doctor back up. One of them looked better at least, that was something.On the other one of them passed out, making him wonder just how taxing the Trinity's 'gifts' were to use. That was something he could consider a blessing of his mutation at least. It didn't seem to tax him physically. 
"You sound a lot better." The Dutchman remarks, again his attention shifting away as another one speaks up.

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Then the rich boy started talking again, and she turned to see him holding the tired shield girl, saying he's all better now. She frowned.

"Great, and now we have a tired medic. How about some good news next time?"

"Seems like good news to me that one of the fighters is up to snuff again." He comments to Dino. Somehow he guessed that Karl and Dino were going to jab at each other a lot the coming few weeks. 

1 hour ago, MetroFallout said:

"Mmm? Oh right, those appear to be sonic decoys. They probably won't last too long in distracting the hyenas. We should get going and follow her as soon as possible. And that means everyone." said Tara in English, addressing all who are within earshot and gesturing towards the bat-like Tenno.

"Sounds better than no distraction, and I don't think anyone was planning to stay here to hang out with the dogs." Not that hyenas are canine, but he doubted anyone would put up an argument over that right now of all times. He plucked his feline companion from the ground by the scruff of its neck, something he knew most cats didn't like, but this one paid no mind to it - although frankly at this point he felt like he could toss this off a cliff and it wouldn't care.

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18 minutes ago, Denny2669 said:

For the majority of the encounter, with everybody flooding the silent stranger with questions, Dino kept a bit of a lookout. The paths forward and back were dark, but looking their way would still give you a second more to react to whatever might crawl out. However, she wasn't that concerned. Her eyes were observing the better lit walls of the sever, observing the structural integrity. It's old, but appears to be competent work. Nothing short of a bombardment should should bring it down, at least in this part. But she's aware of the variety in architecture within Lasria, so this Saint's square might've just been a lucky one.

Then the rich boy started talking again, and she turned to see him holding the tired shield girl, saying he's all better now. She frowned.

"Great, and now we have a tired medic. How about some good news next time?"

"I'll keep her safe then until she's awake" he retrorted to Dino.

He didn't feel like arguing nor did he feel like defending himself. He couldn't defend himself anyway when it came to his actions in the past. All the drugs, all the one night stands, all the illicit buisness practices and life ruining sackings. Today was a day of survival, not yelling or shouting about past wrongs.

 

He started to shift Agnes's weight onto him a bit more to get a bit more comfortable.

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The bat-inspired woman watched as what was no doubt a deeply dramatic moment in the heads of those involved played out. The one who she had correctly assumed to be the group's healer had seemed to be embroiled in healing the body of the one who had been faltering some moments ago. It was... awkward, to say the least. The sheer determination, the raw compassion as she sacrificed every ounce of her energy to help one other than herself. It was a stark contrast to her own mostly bored demeanour, and the difference was starting to make her just a tad self-conscious...

Nevertheless, there was no time to dawdle. As the mercenary had already said, they had very little time before either the beasts above caught onto the ruse, or that the orbs ran out of energy. 

It was time to go.

Trying her best to avoid being obvious, she sneaks only a momentarily glance towards the hand that Gabby had used to throw the orb, flashing a smile as she catches a glimpse of just what she had hoped for, before stepping away. Unable to make noise, she settles for a wide wave to catch the group's attention, before tapping a metal-coated finger on her forearm, pointing at her non-existent watch. Not waiting for the group to respond, she turns on the spot, silent footsteps just that slight bit unsettling as they splashed through muted water.

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They say that time flies when you're having fun, a statment supported by the fact that the thirty or forty minutes they had spent walking through drab, gray sewers seemed to stretch for an eternity, casting doubt on whether they would ever see the light of day againBy the time they were finally able to breathe in fresh air, they may have even forgotten what fresh air, untainted by the stench of god knows, felt like. Still, as their eyes adjusted to the warm glow of the street lights, they would find themselves in the more developed section of the city, traditionally designed buildings having given way to small businesses of all kinds, nearly indistinguishable from each other if not for the overly colorful signs that sat above them.

Most noticeable among them, however, was a relatively recently built mall, standing at about three stories, lined on the outside with broken shop displays, likely broken down in the sprees of looting that had followed the announcement of the quarantine. Despite the run down appearance of the bottom floor, however, the building maintained a certain ominous aura, owed to how it towered over all else around it. More ominous still were the two... men (?) who seemed to be loitering outside it, attempting tricks with a pair of butterfly knives.

The first of the pair notices you just as you're exiting the manhole, the grinding of the cover across the street tipping him off, causing him to point, drawing the attention of his companion to your group, taking his hand to drag him towards you. As they get closer, you notice that they're both dressed in some sort of... makeshift uniform? Gray tank tops thrown over cargo pants, highlighting well-built muscles. 

While the group were contemplating this, the more attentive of the two stepped forward, running a hand through curly brown hair, flashing them a smile, before redirecting his attention to their escort.

"Ahh, Yeva! Welcome back!"

She rolls her eyes.

"Come on, won't you introduce me to them?"

She flips him off, her unamusement a seemingly standard response to the boy's S#&$-eating grin. Behind him, his long-haired companion adjusted his glasses, trying his best to hide a smile. Regardless of the clear joking tone, however, the woman, now known to be named Yeva, turned her had to the group, motioning for them to provide some introduction.

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As far as I was concerned I served as the groups light until we finally got out of the sewer, once out and the need for my power out of the way, the others would easily notice my hand twitching. "Dammit kept it too long without a pause..." I mutter to myself as I rub my forearm hoping to calm the spasms with some massaging.

Then come the guards of whatever the place is, not funny in one bit, but still refreshing to be some people still being chill in such a situation.
And she asks us to introduce ourselves. "Call me Cyriann." I simply answer raising my right hand. "Where are we exactly ?" The natural question follows up on its own.

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Martijn walked as one of the last in line of the group. His own mind drifting far off. He didn't mind the stench. When people bring half-dead animals to you in the hopes you can save it you get used to things smelling horrible. It was the lack of color that bothered him. It was something that always bothered him no matter what situation he was in. Repetitive paths. To have it give way to something so... bright was a pleasant change for the Dutchman. 

The two man approaching wore outfits that looked about as dull as the sewers when it came to colours, but at least the guys in it looked nice. Learning their rescuers name was a pleasant thing. Yeva, got to remember to thank her personality after introductions are done. 
"Martijn Koning." He introduced himself as, maybe a bit too formal, but it felt right. Although maybe a bit disruptive as he stated it right after Cyriann's question. He hadn't even thought about asking anything about this whole place. It just felt like it had an inkling of safety to it. Something that was a very welcome change after all that happened.

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Following on whilst Karl kept the doctor upright, the rich boy just kept quiet and didn't say a word.

He didn't have a lot to say in that time as talking would probably just annoy people, he just worked his arse to keep Agnes up but then, a settlement! And fresh air! He sighed with relief though he had to consider if he wanted to be a coward or face his problems like a man. Learning that Karl Zakharov was alive would mean that there would be a lot of people who may want to kill him but it would just be worse if they found out later.

"Karl Zakharov." he introduced himself to the stranger.

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Fresh air. Oh sweet, clean, refreshing fresh air.

One would think the more time you spend in that stench the more you get used to it. But not that literal sh¡tshow, that smelled up to the heavens and all the way back to hell. Suffocating on construction dust isn't as bad as this. Dino has never been this grateful for air, she could get high on it.

In a way it was a good thing, kept away the thoughts of that rich scumbag surviving this epidemic. Where's the justice? Does god not care? It's ridiculous...

Those thoughts dissipated yet again when they encountered more people, friendly people. Very tough looking guys, she could tell. It was after the introduction of their guide that she realized something.

"Ah, that's right... I didn't introduce myself to any of you, have I?" she gestured to her companions "Dino Christo."

When she heard Karl introduce himself, she internally cringed. In front of these guys... is he really that boastful, or does he have a deathwish?

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On 2019-11-11 at 9:53 PM, DaMadReaper said:

They say that time flies when you're having fun, a statment supported by the fact that the thirty or forty minutes they had spent walking through drab, gray sewers seemed to stretch for an eternity, casting doubt on whether they would ever see the light of day againBy the time they were finally able to breathe in fresh air, they may have even forgotten what fresh air, untainted by the stench of god knows, felt like. Still, as their eyes adjusted to the warm glow of the street lights, they would find themselves in the more developed section of the city, traditionally designed buildings having given way to small businesses of all kinds, nearly indistinguishable from each other if not for the overly colorful signs that sat above them.

Most noticeable among them, however, was a relatively recently built mall, standing at about three stories, lined on the outside with broken shop displays, likely broken down in the sprees of looting that had followed the announcement of the quarantine. Despite the run down appearance of the bottom floor, however, the building maintained a certain ominous aura, owed to how it towered over all else around it. More ominous still were the two... men (?) who seemed to be loitering outside it, attempting tricks with a pair of butterfly knives.

The first of the pair notices you just as you're exiting the manhole, the grinding of the cover across the street tipping him off, causing him to point, drawing the attention of his companion to your group, taking his hand to drag him towards you. As they get closer, you notice that they're both dressed in some sort of... makeshift uniform? Gray tank tops thrown over cargo pants, highlighting well-built muscles. 

While the group were contemplating this, the more attentive of the two stepped forward, running a hand through curly brown hair, flashing them a smile, before redirecting his attention to their escort.

"Ahh, Yeva! Welcome back!"

She rolls her eyes.

"Come on, won't you introduce me to them?"

She flips him off, her unamusement a seemingly standard response to the boy's S#&$-eating grin. Behind him, his long-haired companion adjusted his glasses, trying his best to hide a smile. Regardless of the clear joking tone, however, the woman, now known to be named Yeva, turned her had to the group, motioning for them to provide some introduction.

With a raised eyebrow followed by a frown underneath her mask, Tara sighed before peeling it off from her chin and letting it hang loosely down her back, revealing her green-eyed and redheaded visage. Running her fingers through her hair that was cut short in a loose and shaggy pageboy style, she looked into the eyes of the two men and simply stated the alias she used in Lasria when she arrived to them.

“Aisling O'Sullivan. They call me the Gold Clover.” she said in Lasrian, not expecting them to know the name that she used in the upper echelons of the global criminal underworld.

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Gabby had stayed silent during the walk through the sewers, busy working on not being sick. Why did they never show this kind of thing in films? So unrealistic. 

Then again, she really should know better than to take films as accurate. 

She'd shaken off the hand that had taken hers at some point, shying away from contact as she became lost in her thoughts, keeping only enough attention on the path so that she didn't accidentally walk into the sewer water, coat flapping but thankfully not dragging. It was still going to stink later. 

When they finally climb out of the sewer, Gabby spent several moments blinking owlishly as her eyes adjusted. When the men approached, she took a step back and hid herself amongst the group. While the group around her had proven her to be friendly at the very least, she was wary of the strange men, not just because of warnings from her parents, but also because of the events of the past month. Most strangers she'd met in that time had wished her nothing but harm.

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After an unscheduled but admittedly welcome nap, I stir to light and a total lack of stench in the end. It fills strangely invigorating. How is it that I got so used to the smell of illness and death, that lack of it would feel so abnormal?

Most importantly, we're near people. Other people, survivors of the disaster! They seem to be doing pretty well, too! And..I'm getting carried by my own patient. Way to make a posiive impression, Agnes. We've got two people who already introduced themselves so I...Guess it's my turn?  I pry myself from Karl's back, stand up and stretch discretely, shining a somewhat unsure smile.

"Agnes Legrand. I'm a doc. Nothing else to add, really."

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As the group go around introducing themselves, the boy closes his eyes, nodding in apparent satisfaction, only moving to raise a finger, gesturing for him to hold the question for a bit. As he does this, however, the boy standing behind him lets out a soft sigh.

"Sy, kindly stop pretending you're going to remember any of those names."

The newly named Sy raises a hand in front of his face in mock offense, turning to his companion.

"Jamie! I would never! I was simply attempting to organise the conversation in such a way that I could answer ol' so and so-"

"Cyriann."

"Cyriann's question, yes."

Another sigh, and still not a single glimmer of recognition regarding either the mercenary, or the addict. Foreigners, perhaps? Neither the names nor the faces seemed to match the general populace, though their Lasrian lacked any traces of foreign heritage. Turning on his heel, he swipes his finger in something of a circular motion, indicating that they should follow, before making his way into the mall, with Jamie and Yeva walking a step or two behind him, signing at each other at speeds that made it difficult for the others to catch. 

Sy begins his explanation as the group makes their way inside, catching their first glimpses of people, milling about in small groups, discussing something or another. Everywhere around them, stores were blacked out with newspapers taped to the back of the glass. Every so often, one or two people disappear inside, letting the group catch glimpses of... cardboard boxes?

"We call this place the Homefront. Former mall, current storagehouse and base of operations. Rotating guard shifts ensure that any Infected that wander too close are promptly dealt with, and excursions by our more... capable agents ensure we have supplies on hand. Food, water, weapons... parts. Yeva's one of the more skilled operators here, out hunting for a certain rumor that's been going around, but that's her story, not mine."

Either Yeva hadn't noticed, or had chosen to ignore the boy, as she showed no reaction, instead signing even more aggressively as time went on. A broken escalator seemed to serve as the only means for getting upstairs, kept meticulously cleaned, like every other inch of the building.

"Second floor's our residential section. Each store can fit four people, with locks on the inside for privacy. Each one has either a green sticker, meaning free, or a red sticker, meaning full. It's... frankly self-explanatory."

That said, he stops abruptly, turning on his heels once more, his eyes caught by the silent woman performing an odd, repetitive motion. Her fingers were split down the middle, thumb held tight, opening and closing like a pair of scissors or... a clapper. Though the act itself was simple, both of her male companions stood disturbed by the act, likely processing the implications. Sy is the first to break out of it, clearing his throat.

"Well, that aside... Third floor's off-limits to non-operators. It's where the brains of the operation are located, and where we put out assignments to any residents who are interested in acquiring anything beyond standard rations."

He locks eyes with each group member one by one, his eyes strangely serious, before continuing.

"There are free rooms at the end of the hallway. Meals are 8 am, 1 pm, and 8 pm, giving you maybe an hour to rest, get cleaned up, and come down for dinner. So long as you're with us, you're expected to contribute to the chores, but that's a story for another day, further amenities, such as trainers, information, or weaponry can only be given to you if you choose to become operators, yadda yadda."

He takes a deep breath, seemingly frustrated by the endless amounts of explanation.

"All that said, welcome to the Homefront. We'll register you into the database after dinner, and that's more or less everythig."

With that over, he makes a show of panting for breath, before inhaling one last time.

"If you have any questions, you know where to find us. Okaythankshavefunbye."

He immediately turns on his heel and begins walking away, followed by the other two, with whom he immediately starts bickering. As they're leaving, you think you catch just a bit of their conversation.

"For the love of god, remind me to never introduce people again."

"I do, Sy. Every time. You just keep forgetting."

 

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"Well that's a lot to take in..." I sigh, getting a roof up top, meals, and people to live with is so good of an opportunity that it feels like a trap already, but I can't deny I need all of what they offer, for now I'll accept, make myself small and see how things go.

"Suppose we should go see how the rooms are, choose who goes where and as they said. Rest." I stress the last word. "I don't know about you all, but I feel like I could just deflate on the spot if I let my nerves relax." And I'm only joking halfly, I feel like I'm made of lead, hurts a lot, my right side is twitching and I really need to clean myself up and take a breather.

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43 minutes ago, DaMadReaper said:

As the group go around introducing themselves, the boy closes his eyes, nodding in apparent satisfaction, only moving to raise a finger, gesturing for him to hold the question for a bit. As he does this, however, the boy standing behind him lets out a soft sigh.

"Sy, kindly stop pretending you're going to remember any of those names."

The newly named Sy raises a hand in front of his face in mock offense, turning to his companion.

"Jamie! I would never! I was simply attempting to organise the conversation in such a way that I could answer ol' so and so-"

"Cyriann."

"Cyriann's question, yes."

Another sigh, and still not a single glimmer of recognition regarding either the mercenary, or the addict. Foreigners, perhaps? Neither the names nor the faces seemed to match the general populace, though their Lasrian lacked any traces of foreign heritage. Turning on his heel, he swipes his finger in something of a circular motion, indicating that they should follow, before making his way into the mall, with Jamie and Yeva walking a step or two behind him, signing at each other at speeds that made it difficult for the others to catch. 

Sy begins his explanation as the group makes their way inside, catching their first glimpses of people, milling about in small groups, discussing something or another. Everywhere around them, stores were blacked out with newspapers taped to the back of the glass. Every so often, one or two people disappear inside, letting the group catch glimpses of... cardboard boxes?

"We call this place the Homefront. Former mall, current storagehouse and base of operations. Rotating guard shifts ensure that any Infected that wander too close are promptly dealt with, and excursions by our more... capable agents ensure we have supplies on hand. Food, water, weapons... parts. Yeva's one of the more skilled operators here, out hunting for a certain rumor that's been going around, but that's her story, not mine."

Either Yeva hadn't noticed, or had chosen to ignore the boy, as she showed no reaction, instead signing even more aggressively as time went on. A broken escalator seemed to serve as the only means for getting upstairs, kept meticulously cleaned, like every other inch of the building.

"Second floor's our residential section. Each store can fit four people, with locks on the inside for privacy. Each one has either a green sticker, meaning free, or a red sticker, meaning full. It's... frankly self-explanatory."

That said, he stops abruptly, turning on his heels once more, his eyes caught by the silent woman performing an odd, repetitive motion. Her fingers were split down the middle, thumb held tight, opening and closing like a pair of scissors or... a clapper. Though the act itself was simple, both of her male companions stood disturbed by the act, likely processing the implications. Sy is the first to break out of it, clearing his throat.

"Well, that aside... Third floor's off-limits to non-operators. It's where the brains of the operation are located, and where we put out assignments to any residents who are interested in acquiring anything beyond standard rations."

He locks eyes with each group member one by one, his eyes strangely serious, before continuing.

"There are free rooms at the end of the hallway. Meals are 8 am, 1 pm, and 8 pm, giving you maybe an hour to rest, get cleaned up, and come down for dinner. So long as you're with us, you're expected to contribute to the chores, but that's a story for another day, further amenities, such as trainers, information, or weaponry can only be given to you if you choose to become operators, yadda yadda."

He takes a deep breath, seemingly frustrated by the endless amounts of explanation.

"All that said, welcome to the Homefront. We'll register you into the database after dinner, and that's more or less everythig."

With that over, he makes a show of panting for breath, before inhaling one last time.

"If you have any questions, you know where to find us. Okaythankshavefunbye."

He immediately turns on his heel and begins walking away, followed by the other two, with whom he immediately starts bickering. As they're leaving, you think you catch just a bit of their conversation.

"For the love of god, remind me to never introduce people again."

"I do, Sy. Every time. You just keep forgetting."

 

Tara blinked when she walked through the mall that was currently called the Homefront. She'd been in Lasria before the infection of course and knew this mall by it's original name of GUM and the original layout but that was before the infection. The contrast between the bustling former Soviet shopping mall and the still currently bustling shantytown was quite jarring. No one lived in GUM but a lot of survivors lived in the Homefront.

Taking a deep breath, she walked through the the Homefront to see what was what, to be surprised by human ingenuity in clearing spaces for essential amenities... which is currently barely enough for bare minimum survival. There was plenty of space but there wasn't enough material or personnel to do some good and make full use of the space. Slipping her mask back on, she headed towards what was marked in both English and Lasrian as the Armory to see if there was anything she could help out with.

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Well that was fortunate.

Karl nodded slowly then looked to the others "I don't know about the rest of you but I could use something to eat and maybe a shower." He stated, he hadn't had a shower or eaten anything in quite a while though he didn't know is he was hungry for food or for blood. It was a strange time for him, his infection made it impossible to tell.

Either way, it seemed like a good deal. Help the Homefront, get a bed to sleep in.

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Food.... bed.... showers....

Those were the only words that stuck inside Gabby's head. And, now she actually had a moment to really really stop, her body decided to inform everyone that she was exhausted.

This was accomplished by her stretching and yawning hugely, one arm reaching up while the other covered her mouth. Manners were important after all. Her eyes flickered shut for a moment, before she forced them to remain open. "Shower would be nice," she mumbled, "and sleep. And food." Her eyes blinked wider for a moment. "Do they have cake? Or chocolate? Chocolate cake? Oooh, maybe brownies?" 

And just like that, the exhaustion seemed to vanish as the girl babbled on about various sweet and savoury treats. Right until she yawned again.

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Food, that was a... strange prospect to have again. He had scavenged bits and pieces here, and he had seen Maya devour a rat or rodent a few times, but he never really had felt hungry despite all that. Maybe it was the adrenaline of the last few days that finally wore off to reveal that nagging feeling in his stomach again. He didn't like the idea of having to wait a hour more until they could get something to eat, but at the same time. He still reeked of the sewer, and he wanted to have some cloth bundle to wrap Maya in too. Not everyone might appreciate a metallic creature roaming around. Not that the cat can roam far.

Gabby rambling about chocolate didn't help lessen his appetite. "I'm sure they'll have something sweet for you." He chimes out. First things first, a shower. 

"Anyone want to tag along to those rooms they talked about?

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11 minutes ago, kyrozon said:

Food, that was a... strange prospect to have again. He had scavenged bits and pieces here, and he had seen Maya devour a rat or rodent a few times, but he never really had felt hungry despite all that. Maybe it was the adrenaline of the last few days that finally wore off to reveal that nagging feeling in his stomach again. He didn't like the idea of having to wait a hour more until they could get something to eat, but at the same time. He still reeked of the sewer, and he wanted to have some cloth bundle to wrap Maya in too. Not everyone might appreciate a metallic creature roaming around. Not that the cat can roam far.

Gabby rambling about chocolate didn't help lessen his appetite. "I'm sure they'll have something sweet for you." He chimes out. First things first, a shower. 

"Anyone want to tag along to those rooms they talked about?

"Please let me tag along. I am desperate for some sleep." Karl stated with pleading eyes to Martijn .

He coughed once then started to shift the Doctor he was still holding, wincing as he tried his best not to show his teeth or his fangs. He started to figure out a plan in his head whilst he watched the American head for the armoury. That was expected to see with Americans, always go for the weapons first before getting some rest and freshen up. Karl himself needed a haircut, a shave and a good washm, the sewer stuck to his clothes like a piece of toilet paper on the bottom of someone's shoe.

He just hoped Agnes would start walking on her own.

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il y a 2 minutes, Drakeardian a dit :

"Please let me tag along. I am desperate for some sleep." Karl stated with pleading eyes to Martijn .

He coughed once then started to shift the Doctor he was still holding, wincing as he tried his best not to show his teeth or his fangs. He started to figure out a plan in his head whilst he watched the American head for the armoury. That was expected to see with Americans, always go for the weapons first before getting some rest and freshen up. Karl himself needed a haircut, a shave and a good washm, the sewer stuck to his clothes like a piece of toilet paper on the bottom of someone's shoe.

He just hoped Agnes would start on her own.

"Come on." I give him my shoulder as I see Karl wanting to move on. "Let's go see those rooms, you need some rest, before we think about eating." I invite the others to come along as I make my way to the end of that corridor helping Karl.

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"Alright, civilization. How good to see it hasn't fallen apart." Dino commented. She was looking all around the mall the moment they entered. Nice foundations, strong pillars, a decent construction. There's a reason people often hold out in shopping malls during a zombie apocalypse, in movies at least. It still looked damaged however, and considering it's use is no longer tue mass marketing and selling of products, some "renovation" could be of use. And she'd be more than happy to lend her hand with some reconstruction projects. Speaking of hands though...

"This is a mall, I don't think anyone would build one with showers. Our best bet are the sinks in the restrooms."

With that, she headed towards the women's restrooms, planning to wash her metallic hands if there even is any flowing water still. Rest and food came come after the smell won't get in the way of either anymore. She pulled her hood down, letting her short brown hair hang free.

 

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Three groups of Tenno, with three destinations in mind, each with a different priority in mind. The day had been long, hard. Not a single moment of rest had been afforded to them as their lives were nearly snuffed out time and time again. But... for now, at the very least, they seemed to be safe. In this case, safe meant Spartan, run down, and... drab, but without any creatures threatening to consume their flesh. 

The first of the group to reach their destination would be the ones headed to the rooms, strolling past a number of red stickers, each with varying amounts of sound emerging from them. Little snippets of conversations, some shuffling, some training, and even a few sounds that were not fit for the ears of the child. Nevertheless, somewhere towards the end of the hall, they would find a cluster of rooms left green, doors left half-open for any who wished to enter. Inside, they would find a repurposed store, barren of all decoration, with only four beds and their associated drawers being left to give the place any details. It seemed that this would have to suffice...

Some distance further on, Dino would find the women's bathroom, only to be greeted by... an unusual sight. As expected there were bathroom stalls, but in place of the barebones metal sinks that normally lined public bathrooms, there were... metal separators, creating small cubicles, where jury-rigged showers were created by growing (???) metal pipes to extend off of the sink, extending the path that the water would travel to allow most people to wash themselves while only needing to stoop down a bit. However, it made washing your hands... slightly problematic. Perhaps they were expected to use the showerhead?

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Elsewhere, the American did what any reasonable American would do when faced with the inescapable doom and gloom of the apocalypse: check on the stores of weapons. God bless the constitution. All that aside, however, she would catch a number of stares and side-eyed glances as she strolled down to the first floor once again, the others seemingly put off by the appearance of a new person in their midst. It seemed that trust was in short supply. This belief would be reinforced soon after by the opening of the armory door just before Tara herself would reach it, revealing a rather burly man with tanned skin, and bulging muscles in a similar uniform to Sy and Jamie. He crossed his arms, standing in the doorway to block entry, giving Tara an appraising look, while jabbering in broken Lasrian.

"Hello. Don't know you. Do not know if can let you in. New person to home today?"

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On 2019-11-22 at 11:44 PM, DaMadReaper said:

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Elsewhere, the American did what any reasonable American would do when faced with the inescapable doom and gloom of the apocalypse: check on the stores of weapons. God bless the constitution. All that aside, however, she would catch a number of stares and side-eyed glances as she strolled down to the first floor once again, the others seemingly put off by the appearance of a new person in their midst. It seemed that trust was in short supply. This belief would be reinforced soon after by the opening of the armory door just before Tara herself would reach it, revealing a rather burly man with tanned skin, and bulging muscles in a similar uniform to Sy and Jamie. He crossed his arms, standing in the doorway to block entry, giving Tara an appraising look, while jabbering in broken Lasrian.

"Hello. Don't know you. Do not know if can let you in. New person to home today?"

“Well... I guess I am, yes. I'm new to this place... My name is Aisling O'Sullivan. They call me the Golden Clover.” said Tara in fluent but accented Lasrian, noticing the man's awkward Lasrian before deciding to switch languages up. “That name probably means nothing to you... Anyway, you don't look Lasrian, what's your mother tongue? Praat jy Afrikaans? Hablas Español? Parli Italiano? Do you speak English?”

She went through the list of European languages she spoke, leaving out Irish despite speaking the language because the man didn't look Irish nor would it be necessary to speak in Irish to an Irishman outside Ireland.

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On 2019-11-22 at 3:44 PM, DaMadReaper said:

Three groups of Tenno, with three destinations in mind, each with a different priority in mind. The day had been long, hard. Not a single moment of rest had been afforded to them as their lives were nearly snuffed out time and time again. But... for now, at the very least, they seemed to be safe. In this case, safe meant Spartan, run down, and... drab, but without any creatures threatening to consume their flesh. 

The first of the group to reach their destination would be the ones headed to the rooms, strolling past a number of red stickers, each with varying amounts of sound emerging from them. Little snippets of conversations, some shuffling, some training, and even a few sounds that were not fit for the ears of the child. Nevertheless, somewhere towards the end of the hall, they would find a cluster of rooms left green, doors left half-open for any who wished to enter. Inside, they would find a repurposed store, barren of all decoration, with only four beds and their associated drawers being left to give the place any details. It seemed that this would have to suffice...

Some distance further on, Dino would find the women's bathroom, only to be greeted by... an unusual sight. As expected there were bathroom stalls, but in place of the barebones metal sinks that normally lined public bathrooms, there were... metal separators, creating small cubicles, where jury-rigged showers were created by growing (???) metal pipes to extend off of the sink, extending the path that the water would travel to allow most people to wash themselves while only needing to stoop down a bit. However, it made washing your hands... slightly problematic. Perhaps they were expected to use the showerhead?

Gabby decided that a shower was more in need than sleep, and so followed after Dino since she'd declared she was going to look for them. Passing by the rooms with all the red stickers, she did give them some curious looks depending on what sort of noises were coming out of them, and gave a few some very odd and confused looks. But she passed on without comment, not understanding what was going. 

Upon reaching the washrooms, she stepped through the door... then flinched back from the pipes. They reminded her of the Hyenas, just for a moment. Even though she had the same metal on her, seeing it elsewhere caused her heart to race for a moment before she calmed again.

"What the..?" She muttered, before moving forward to investigate the pipes, poking and prodding them carefully.

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On 2019-11-22 at 3:44 PM, DaMadReaper said:

Three groups of Tenno, with three destinations in mind, each with a different priority in mind. The day had been long, hard. Not a single moment of rest had been afforded to them as their lives were nearly snuffed out time and time again. But... for now, at the very least, they seemed to be safe. In this case, safe meant Spartan, run down, and... drab, but without any creatures threatening to consume their flesh. 

The first of the group to reach their destination would be the ones headed to the rooms, strolling past a number of red stickers, each with varying amounts of sound emerging from them. Little snippets of conversations, some shuffling, some training, and even a few sounds that were not fit for the ears of the child. Nevertheless, somewhere towards the end of the hall, they would find a cluster of rooms left green, doors left half-open for any who wished to enter. Inside, they would find a repurposed store, barren of all decoration, with only four beds and their associated drawers being left to give the place any details. It seemed that this would have to suffice...

Some distance further on, Dino would find the women's bathroom, only to be greeted by... an unusual sight. As expected there were bathroom stalls, but in place of the barebones metal sinks that normally lined public bathrooms, there were... metal separators, creating small cubicles, where jury-rigged showers were created by growing (???) metal pipes to extend off of the sink, extending the path that the water would travel to allow most people to wash themselves while only needing to stoop down a bit. However, it made washing your hands... slightly problematic. Perhaps they were expected to use the showerhead?

Oh how he longed for the day when he could sleep and take a shower.

Ignoring the strange setup in the men's dormitories, Karl proceeded to the bathrooms, strip off his clothes, grabbing the showerhead and turned on the water. The water no doubt would be cold but at least he could get himself clean. he parked his clothes to the side so they wouldn't get wet and he cleaned himself as best he could with what soap was around, cleaning the crap off his hands and wiping his legs down to try and relax his muscles.

Eventually, he dried himself off with a nearby rag, got his clothes back on then wandered over to a nearby bunk where he could collapse on. He curled himself up in a fetal position and held himself pretty tightly whilst he tried to ignore the uncomfortable mattress.

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