Dogs Eat Dogs: A New Era [RP]

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Post by newnostalgia » Tue Jul 28, 2020 5:38 am

The faint words on the sign read:

AUGHESBURG
POP 128,436

Gero hoped he could find even one percent of those people here. And he hoped they were hesitant to engage in battle, easy to take, but strong enough to impress those dickheads back home.

Not 'cuz he himself was weak'r anything ('course not-- he was a Demigod). Just 'cuz he was tired and had been walking for nearly two straight days and had somehow not encountered anyone.

He kicked at a bit of the loose pavement beside the road. It skipped in front of him, and he continued to kick it along as he walked.
The landscape of the small city was overwhelmingly grey and distinctively dead. It smelled empty; it's general spirit felt abandoned.

The yellow paint along the center of the road was long faded. Concrete foundations, many cracked and graffitied, stood on either side of the broken pavement. The sunbleached remnants of billboards looked out at the flat land and posed broken questions and strange pitches in their various faded inks:

WHO HAS YOUR BACK? CALL 1-800

LOOSE LIPS CARS @ EAST LAKE DRIVE

S P HAPPY HOUR 8 - 1 M

WHERE CAN WHEN NEED GOOD ? CLUB E

INSURANCE DUMMIES

COME VISIT LIBRARY! NEW ADDITIONS WEEK!

ARE READY FOR END TIMES?

The last one made him snicker to himself. Dumbasses.

On the ground to either side of the sorry excuse for a road, Gero could see where people had gone digging for pipes and wires. People had definitely raided here. Maybe that was why it felt so dead here; Cents had already come and gone and taken everything of value with them, even the grass and even the weeds and even the bears and even the birds.

He noticed a small anthill to the side of a hole. Perhaps it wasn't all dead here, then.

There was a shattered stoplight in the middle of the street at the four-way intersection ahead, and when he got to it, he picked up the concrete chunk that he'd been kicking and threw it at it.

It gave an unsatisfying, metallic "clunk". He sighed.

He picked up the object. It was relatively heavy, and as he moved it around so that the cloudy sky's fuzzy light could illuminate the inside of it, he could see that all of the glass lanes were gone or mostly gone and that the thing had been gutted. Even the shields above the lights were gone and were probably used for scrap metal. He figured that the only reason why the light itself wasn't taken was the rust and corrosion on the metal.

He threw it at the ground, just for fun, but it didn't even bounce. It just gave another "clunk".

He sighed and studied his surroundings.

To the east (in front of him), a little ways down the road, he could see, towering above the crumbling foundations and assorted solo-standing walls, a building that looked as if it had been abandoned halfway through completion. The bottom of the building had all four walls and looked rather pleasant for a building in an abandoned city, though its windows were all busted. The next floor up looked much the same as the ground floor did from the outside, though six of the windows were boarded up, leaving only two broken ones to cast light. Why the people who had raised this place for glass hadn't taken the boards was anyone's guess.

The third floor and fourth floor seemed to be completed from the outside, but the fifth and upwards...well, there wasn't any separation to tell the difference between them. The rusted frame of the building to be even appeared unfinished: near the upper part of the frame, the sides became asymmetrical.

To the north, there was what appeared to be a grand cathedral. The sign out front must have had letters mounted to it, but all were gone now except for a single "R".

Around the building was an expansive parking lot. Many of the concrete speed bumps were broken or simply missing.

The church itself had a large, vaulted roof with colored skylights that apparently no one had been able to shatter yet. The door at the front-- or rather, entryway, for the doors were gone-- revealed a sunbleached carpet floor. Who knew what color it was before, but it was now a gross light blue color.

He was kinda surprised that no one'd ripped up the carpet. This city seemed so gutted, yet somehow, this church was still mostly in tact. How odd. Without getting closer to the church, he couldn't see any more details

To his west, of course, was everything that he'd walked through, but he looked back anyway. From the amount of landscape that he could see, he figured that he'd walked about a mile and a half in, give or take a little.

Finally, he looked to the south.

There, completely undisturbed, was a large monument of a surprised man up on a bucking horse. The man wore a strange kind of hat that Gero didn't recognize. It had a dip in the top and a curled brim around the hat.

His interest was rarely piqued-- he want a curious guy by nature-- but he decided to approach it.

He could barely read the inscription at the base of it:

"LIVE LIFE PAST YOUR REGRETS"

ALTERNATIVE TITLE: "OUT OF CONTROL COWBOY"

SCULPTED BY ARMINA TORQUE

COMMISSIONED BY THOMAS E. EDIMORE (LATE)


He looked back up at the statue. A cowboy. He'd never heard of that.

He stepped back from the statue and went to the four-way intersection once more.

He breathed in a deep breath, closed his eyes, and listened, trying to decide which building was more likely to have people in it.

The church was in pretty good condition, but that might mean that some strong power was hiding out in it and keeping the good stuff to themself. Just because he couldn't sense anything coming from there didn't mean that there wasn't a threat.

With that, he'd made up his mind. Resolutely, he opened his eyes and began to approach the unfinished skyscraper. Surely someone would be in there.
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Post by Jhibus » Tue Jul 28, 2020 7:29 am

Moth-eaten and almost threadbare, noticeable even in the darkness of the room. Perhaps if the centuries-late owner of the perfectly-sized suit had seen fit to store it in a plastic garment bag instead of on a cheap wire hanger, she would've had something new to patch up and wear. Nothing here had been preserved enough to warrant bringing anything with her.

Sei let the old coat in her hands drop to the floor of the wardrobe and aborted the motion of closing the door to it, spotting the rustiness of the hinges just in time. Even a small squeak had a chance of giving away her position to anyone close by, and drawing attention was unnecessary at the moment.

Someone else drawing attention, however? Sei snapped her head away from the wardrobe and slowly walked to the boarded-up window frames, listening again for the dull thud she'd heard. A few moments passed before she was rewarded with another thud. She looked at the broken windows, waiting a few more seconds to readjust her eyes to the light, before carefully peering through a shard of glass at the street below her.

A single, lone person was standing at the street intersection, looking around. Sei watched the decidedly male figure meander to the garish cowboy monument and inspect it as she quickly analyzed him. Leather armor and boots meant he had access to a place that could manufacture such things. No visible weapon meant nothing - A person casually walking in the open was confident in utilizing whatever concealed weapon they had on them.

She stepped back from the broken window and smoothed down her coat as the figure started to walk back towards the building she was in. There wasn't quite enough motivation to flee, nor was there much of a reason to eliminate him, which only left one option as she left the room and walked down the creaky flight of stairs to the first floor without bothering to dampen her footsteps.

Sei walked over to an upturned chair and brought it back to an upright position, finding it structurally sound enough, and pulled out her thermos to pour lukewarm water in its cap. A pinch of tea leaves from her pouch was dropped into the cup as she gently swirled it around to brew the tea faster.

All that was left to do now was wait, Sei decided, folding one leg over the other and looking towards the entrance.
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Post by Lord of Nothing » Tue Jul 28, 2020 12:34 pm

Drip drip. The sound of blood against ground. He held is spear carefully so as to not allow any drops to fall below. And to alert anyone or anything to his presence. A brief look the immediate area. He was on a rooftop. Not too high of a climb. Made it up using a fire escape.

Yes this is a good place. Tall. Quiet. Safe.

Another look. This time broader and far beyond the immediate area.

Image


His head turns slowly as his eyes ate up every detail. Grey. Dim. Dead. Too much concrete for anything useful to grow. Too plundered much to be found. Yet to him it was novel change from the forests he was often accustomed to roaming. Flourishing without humanity there to overwhelm natural life. It almost amazed him how the place even lacked the overgrowth of simple plants such as moss and flora that other places had. It seemed difficult to imagine that somehow the streets used to be filled with people. To the point where one could hardly walk without being a few feet away from one when outside at all times.

At the very least, there seemed to be a lot less insects.

His hand slid his zipper down and exposed his bare chest to the cool air. Lowered his hoodie and allowed himself to feel the gentle breeze blowing past his hairless head. And with that, he took a seat. A cloth in hand as he wiped the blood off his spear -- so as to prevent the steel from rusting.

Another look before his head snapped like the eyes of a hawk to something lazily wandering through the street. Closer inspection reveals it to be a man. And with that he gets up. Walking along the building's edge to get a better angle. Until he sees where he is going.

A cross.

It takes a few minutes for him to venture back down. The corpse of a dog sitting right where he'd left it. It's skin emaciated to the point where it hugged it's bones. It's eyes closed. Tongue still hanging out with foam lacing it's mouth. A crimson pool drenching it's fur, originating from a gaping that went from one ribcage out to the other side. The fur of the creature was too thin for it to last in the wild. Too think to be much use.

A fly had found it. The first of many.

He stepped over it as he walked. Making nary a noise as he proceeded down the street with spear in hand. His eyes habitually scanning each alleyway as he walked at a steady pace.

Sooner rather than later he came upon the church. Just as described. Something which seemed like the stories of old. It was unnaturally tall up close. And the entrance unlike many of the other buildings was open. With no actual signs of doors.

Something familiar he vaguely remembers as tea. Though he never liked to drink it, it smelled better than all he had encountered in this place so far. Soon he moved closer to its source. Coming from seemingly building. So tall when he got near it. And it was only half finished.

The man stepped into the building bare foot, toting around a spear in hand and knife at his hip. His clothes nothing more than a backpack, an unzipped hoodie with nothing underneath and cargo pants. Smooth cool tile on his feet until he began to step on the carpet. The only noise he made being that of the shuffling of his things. Something he silenced by wrapped everything up in padding so that even metal made nary a sound.

There was someone sitting there calmly and plainly in view. And the boy he'd seen previously and followed to this place.

Lok smelled slightly of soil and mud. Something which helped to repel the insects. He had washed it away before entering this dead place but some semblance of it stilled remained.

A thud as he drops his bag onto the floor. Shoulders rolling. Now able to either relax

"That is a very nice suit." He says, his face straight and humor, dry. Any polite notion of formal greeting as of yet absent.

He does not sit and opts to move along the wall at just the right distance to raise the weapon if need be. This room was open. Watching the boy and the woman. The shaft of the spear sliding through his fingers as the blade stops just short of the floor as he walks long the wall of the room. Keeping a respectful distance from them both.

"I have never seen anyone wear one before. It is for special occasions, yes?"

Today was shaping up to be eventful.
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Post by Jhibus » Tue Jul 28, 2020 3:01 pm

A shadow flickered in the corner of Sei's vision, causing her hand to still and cease swirling the tea around and her other hand to slowly reach under her coat. Quiet footsteps echoed on hard floor, so faint that she strained to hear them despite the stark silence of the city. The sound stopped altogether as whoever was making them stepped onto the carpet, making their way closer to her.

The noise of what sounded like a bag hitting the floor indicated a large amount of supplies. Not a local to the area either then, considering the amount they were travelling with. She kept her gaze fixed on the door and resumed swirling her tea even as the man commented on her suit.

"I'm surprised at the fact you recognize what I'm wearing. It's not often that someone does." Sei spoke after taking a small sip from her cup. "Something like this was commonly worn long before the Frontier, when pieces of paper had value all over the world. Not many places have the means to produce apparel like this anymore."

Shifting her neck slightly, she looked back at the man behind her from the corner of her eye and paused. He had a well-crafted spear in one hand and a revealed torso - insufficient details to narrow down what Cent he belonged to by themselves, but the man's bare feet was a dead giveaway to his allegiance.

"So it's true, what they say about the Rara and having feet that serve as well as boots." she said, turning her head back to the entrance once more and taking another sip.

"What brings a hunter like you into a city?"
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Post by illirica » Tue Jul 28, 2020 4:25 pm

The old city stretched towards the sky. They all did - even half broken, crumbling down, the towers reached towards the clouds. Before things had changed, people had been able to lift themselves up above the dusty ground. Not any more. Few of the Cents bothered building permanent structures at all, and even those who did, the buildings were small, squat affairs. A fighter’s handful of stories at most - scarred, and missing a finger or two. Hardly anyone could amass the resources to build towers like these any more - and even if they could, so much of the technique was lost. People could no more have built a skyscraper any more than sprouted wings and learned to fly.

Kaila spared them little more than a passing glance. Her reasons for being here were far more down to earth, and if the crumbling skyscrapers held what she sought, it would be in spite of their nature rather than because of it. She climbed to the top of a heap of broken junk behind a building, discarded trash from previous scavengers, poking through it. With patience, the bottoms of the junk heaps could reward some interesting things. What people had thought was valuable had changed a great deal over time. Some of it would be ruined from exposure, but she’d found good things there.

Moving aside a piece of concrete led a shiny glint to catch her eye, and Kaila knelt, carefully loosing the item from the pile - a fork, slightly bent, but old-quality metal, the kind that didn’t rust. She dropped it into her bag, followed by another and a couple spoons. There were knives, too, but old table-knives, the sort that had no edge at all, for... she wasn’t sure. There wasn’t much use in this day and age for a knife that could barely cut. The metal might have been worth something, though. On consideration, she added them to her bag for now - she could always drop them later if something better came along.

A bit of color attracted her eye, and she pulled out a small fragment of what must have once been a tea cup. It wasn’t sturdy clay like the ones she was used to, but some sort of thin pottery, delicate like an eggshell, painted in bright laquer with a pattern of flowers, or part of one - much of the pattern was gone, along with much of the cup itself. Useless, really.

But... pretty. Kaila turned it over, running her thumb along the edge. It might have been sharp once, but time had worn it smooth. She wondered about what things had been like, back then - when people had had enough time to make things just to be pretty. The junk heap yielded no answers - nor anything else of worth, so Kaila made her way down, her boots skidding on the loose detritus. The teacup fragment was still in her hand - she looked at it once more, then sighed and set it down gently on a once-windowsill to the side of the heap. She couldn’t risk it tearing her backpack, and she needed her hands free. She’d leave it there, and maybe someone else would look at it for a moment.

Or maybe not. Most people didn’t have much use for things that were pretty. She returned to the streets, making her way through them and looking around to see if there was something else worth looking through. Voices caught her attention, one of them male. The other was female, but Kaila could still go see what they were about. Perhaps they weren’t attached - and even with couples that were attached, often one of them was willing to make an exception for a little while.

Not that any courses were determined, of course. Kaila was hardly going to pursue anything that wasn’t worth pursuit. The Motherhood prided itself on its children, and there was no sense getting a weak child. Kaila had three flowers on her tattoo already; she didn’t have to prove herself. She could afford to be choosy, and focus on quality, and on choosing the right potential characteristics for her next child.

What would be sought after in ten years, she wondered? Now that was the real question, wasn’t it? She followed the sound of the voices, through the long-gone door of one of the tall buildings. A woman, seated on a chair with a drink, talking to a man. They didn’t seem to know one another. The woman was oddly dressed, in something that seemed... impractical. Perhaps she was sure enough of herself to pull it off - or perhaps she was merely insane, there were plenty of those around as well. The man was dressed more sensibly, an unzipped sweatshirt showing off his chest. Kaila’s gaze lingered, with a hint of a smile. Some pretty things were still useful.

“Hello.” She hadn’t tried to hide the sound of her footsteps as she had approached - that sort of thing could get a person killed, if the people they were approaching were of the jumpier variety. There were relatively few Cents that would attack a member of the Motherhood deliberately, but that didn’t mean accidents weren’t possible. It was best to be cautious, and find out what was going on here. Perhaps she could encourage them to form a little group and travel together a while. Like most members of her Cent, Kaila preferred to be among others when it was possible. “Am I intruding?”

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Post by newnostalgia » Tue Jul 28, 2020 6:38 pm

As he approached the building, voices faded into intelligibility. He could pick out two: a male and a female. There were probably more people.

Another voice cut in-- another woman.

Great. Just great. Maybe these guys...maybe they'd be too weak for his standards. He really wasn't in the mood.

He opened his satchel and reached his left hand in. He felt around for his knives. Beginner's mistake.

He hissed through his teeth as a knife sliced his hand, and he pulled it out in pain.

His eyes bulged when he saw the wound. It was deep. He couldn't tell how big it was, for vibrant red blood had covered the wound.

He held back vomit, and his face went pale. He didn't want to scream. He didn't want to scream. God, he didn't--

He let out a yell of pain, cursing himself for being such a fool-- cursing himself aloud for being such a fool.

He hoped that the people inside weren't vicious, because he ran in, face desperate. Blood dripped behind him in a sort of trail. The metallic smell of the freshness of it made him feel faint.

When he stepped inside the building, he saw the large, intimidating man, a smaller woman, and a woman in some kind of weird clothing.

He nervously chuckled, trying to appear confident, and swayed in his spot.

"R-Run now if ya want me ta spare ya," he said in a wavering voice that he'd intended to be intimidating.

His head felt remarkably light, and he cursed aloud again at himself. Why'd he done such a dumb thing as that? Did he literally have no forethought?

"Dumbass!" he hissed to himself, holding up his hand and glaring at it, then covering the bleeding hand with his right hand.

When he felt how wet it was, he panicked and screamed again. These people probably thought that he was crazy, huh?

He flung the wet blood from his right hand and looked at the people again. His knocking knees barely supported him as he drew his childhood knife from its sheathe. "Ignore that-- ya wan-...wanna try me? G-Get ready to..."

His faint feeling began to overwhelm him, and he sat down on the ground and groaned in pain. "I'm fin-fine...I'll be up to beat ya up and take ya back to the Pantheon...in...a...moment..." He was becoming breathless.

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Post by Golden_ » Tue Jul 28, 2020 9:54 pm

It had been weeks since Eden ventured out beyond the overgrown forests that the Fisk people resided in. Hardly anyone ever left; after all, there was no real reason to. Food, fresh water, and shelter was plentiful within the small community, while unknown dangers lurked outside, eager to take advantage. When someone did leave, it was for more pressing matters, such as specific supplies, or heaven forbid, a decline in natural resources. They had sent her out, but not out of fear. No, she had gained their trust over the past couple months. Hard to do for a former Caza member, but with solid work and consistency, Eden always believed it was possible. Grateful for their hospitality and confidance, the young woman went, no questions asked. Unlike majority of the Fisk, Eden was not afraid of most wanderers, given her past training. If anything, most of them avoided her. However, that didn't mean that she was completely without fear. She was always taught that fear was a natural reaction to a threat, but instead of giving in to the fear, it was crucial to face it and utterly obliterate it. So although the risk and fear was present inside of Eden, there was no one as well-trained as her to take on the task.

The sun had decided to show her a little mercy today, instead of unforgivingly beating down on her as it had a couple days prior. Her dark hood hadn't helped; absorbing the sunlight and heating her body almost until she felt feverish. Eden wasn't used to this warm weather. Having grown up in the upper northern quadrant of the Frontier, where snow and ice ruled the earth for majority of the year, it was rare to experience such warmth. Her fair features were also prone to sun sensitivity, so it's not like she could strip down and roam the land without a protective layer. Protection was more important than comfort, so she kept the hood up, covering her arms, back, and face from the sunlight and prying eyes.

She'd been gone a couple days now, slowly collecting the items on her mental list. Only a handful of things remained now, things Eden almost considered as luxuries. But for the sake of her new community, she'd try to look for a little while longer. After all, her food supplies still remained and she had yet to come across any real trouble. Likely because she avoided cities, towns, or any sort of structure that was likely to draw people like her.

Hence why she was apprehensive of entering the abandoned city that sat peacefully on the horizon. Every so often, Eden would tear her eyes away from her work to glance upon the distant buildings. Then she'd continue to sharpen her throwing knives, carefully sliding the blades across the smooth rock she had found. Her pack of items rested comfortably beside her, while she sat on a larger rock, feet resting on the ground. She had left her massive sword at home, back in her tiny room by the lake. Instead, her bow and arrows were slung across her back; a place where they have resided for many years now.

Silence filled the air as she thought, heavily considering moving forward with her plan. In and out, she told herself, trying to convince her better judgement that nothing bad would happen. If it did, I'll take care of it, like always. With a slight nod, Eden suddenly flung the knife forward. It spun through the air before lodging firmly into the centre of a nearby tree. Not long after, fair fingers wrapped around the handle, cleanly pulling it out from the wood. She slid it up her sleeve, securing the blade in the small leather poach she had roughly sown into her tunic. And then she was off, walking towards the town with a certain determination in her mind.

As she drew near, the silence disappeared. Staying a couple blocks from the main street, Eden still managed to hear the sound of strange clunks ringing through the air, albeit faintly, in the distance. They arose suspicion in the blonde woman, causing her to change course, walking further away from the sound. Her dark blue gaze scanned the roads, the nearby buildings, basically her surroundings, in hope of finding something useful. Otherwise this risk was for nothing.

Suddenly, a yell filled the air, sending a rush of chills over Eden's skin. Her hooded head snapped in that particular direction and she instinctively turned on her heels. She felt her feet carrying her forward, towards the unknown voice. This is stupid, she told herself as she ran. It could very well be a trap or an ambush, yet here she was, a loyal soldier running towards the screaming. No, she wasn't a soldier, but a warrior. One who has continuously proven that emotions can get the better of her.

As she drew closer, her pace slowed until she came to a complete halt, staying hidden behind the grey wall of a nearby building. Out of the corner of her eye, Eden saw a shadow move inside the largest building, the one that looked incomplete. She held her breath and listened carefully, eager to find out more. Eyes closed, laboured breathing, calm, yet ready to pounce. She heard it, the sound of numerous voices inside. But she didn't move, not yet at least. Only if and when the time was right.
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Post by Lord of Nothing » Wed Jul 29, 2020 1:23 am

From what it seemed the tea-drinker was not too keen on attacking him. For someone sitting down she seemed oddly calm.

Of course -- his ears were perked for anything which resembled an ambush. It wouldn't be uncommon for someone to use themselves as bait. Gradually even he took his eyes away from her. Listening for any noise of anyone approach as he searched the room and glanced through the door ways, behind objects and underneath tables to verify that she was indeed alone. All the while careful not to keep his gaze off her for too long. She seemed almost the type to whip out a gun and shoot him.

"We have a great many people with a great many perspectives. United by the hunt. There were times where we would walk through raided stores. Only to find that some had left behind the suits. And it was explained to me what type of people wore them." Often times the stories were of people who seemed like to smile a great deal and talk.

"That which the forest does not easily provide. Medicine. Firearms. And so on." He said, answering her question vaguely at first. "If you wish to trade you can gain much more than any potential attempt to rob me." He said. Someone approached, albeit with no attempt to conceal their approach. It was the quiet shadows which moved in the corner of the eyes which prompted him. Not the loud ones.

Another woman who was staring at him. Nothing in her hands at the very moment. A safe distance away. She spoke as though unaffiliated. "No. Not yet." The woman approached getting closer -- his eyes narrowing as he saw the markings of the motherhood on her arm in the form of three flowers. It made an attack on her part less likely at least. He knew of them -- as they were generous enough to offer children who could be trained from birth.

It was then he heard a sharp yell. His ears snapping to the doorway. Grip tightening. And then the boy who was previously kicking around a rock came barreling into the room. Chuckling in some pale imitation of Bravado.

"You call me dumb and yet you tell me to run away. You threaten me with death and yet claim you will take me in."

A part of him wondered how long the boy had been here. Why was he here? Clearly he seemed confused, almost hysterical. Hurling threats as he sat down with daggers in his hand. It seemed almost obvious that he was eager to prove himself to enemy, adversary and himself alike. The way the boy was talking -- he wondered if anyone had ever bothered to take him seriously at all.

He began to walk to the boy.

"I must admit. This is the strangest ambush I've seen."

One step turned into a lunge. The distance between the two devoured. Another step and the blade of his spear would now be upon the boy. But it was not. Instead it was held at the ready. One more lunge and it could be in his chest cavity.

But for now there he held it in a warding stance. Holding the blade out and adjusting it minutely so as to potentially intercept what would be a charging beast. Rather than a boy sitting in shock and catching his breath at the sight of his own blood.

"Sit. Breathe. Think. And consider your next move carefully." There was no malevolence in his gaze. Muscles limber and relaxed. And yet he was ready to move the blade closer and thrust it somewhere into his chest.

"I cannot say I will offer you any mercy in return for an attempt at capture, save for a swift demise."

His ears perked listening for footsteps -- careful as to not allow himself to be stabbed or shot. The door in his peripherals should anyone more approach.
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Post by newnostalgia » Wed Jul 29, 2020 1:43 am

Gero's heart was in his throat. Well, shit. He didn't mean to get in this kind of position.

"Y-You look strong. T-Threatening, too," he said, trying to sound cocky. He could hear the soft pit-pat-pit-pat of thick drops of his blood falling onto the ground beside him. "You're huge. Dude, what did they feed you? I ain't never seen nobody l-like you. Even..." He panted. "Even our t-training didn't say nothin' about guy-guys like you."

He idiotically put his hand to the blade that the guy was holding. "I can see in your eyes that you think I'm just some dumb kid who ain't got nothin' to do except w-wallow in his own ineppitude." He meant ineptitude, but he didn't know this. "Listen here, big, intimidating..." His voice trailed off. Describing him made him even more intimidating.

Gero looked him in the eyes. Even though he couldn't read any type of urge to hurt him in them, the man's eyes still instilled some kind of fear in him, and he quickly looked away. "I wasn't trained ta back down, even in a losin' fight. If ya wanna kill me, kill me now. If not, then back the hell away from me. I'm bleedin', can't you see? It's cowardly to attack the wounded and debilitated."

He sniffled and felt tears come to his eyes, and he rubbed his sniffly nose with his dominant hand--

Which was his left hand.

Which meant now he had blood all over his face.

His eyes went wide when he realized what he had done, and he felt sick once again. He covered his mouth with his bleeding hand, and then realized what he'd done once more and cursed loudly.

He realized what kind of position he was in once more, and he looked up at the man with his scared, teary eyes again and whimpered, "If ya're gonna kill me...please at least spare me fer long enough to stop bleedin'. I think I'm gonna die here." He struggled to hold back his tears.

He was a fearless warrior. A Demigod. He couldn't cry right now.

"Can we strike a deal? L-Let's battle once my wound heals, huh? Or I'll just leave and leave ya and yer lady-friends be, 'kay?"

His eyes shifted to the lady-friends, and he got the odd sense that he'd seen the woman in the weird outfit.

He looked back at the man and gave him his most confident smile (though it turned out rather shaky). "'S that sound like a deal?"

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Re: Dogs Eat Dogs: A New Era [RP]

Post by Jhibus » Wed Jul 29, 2020 3:54 am

Sei smiled at the Rara member's explanations. The importance of clothing was often understated in these times, such details being overlooked despite their importance in leaving an impression. Her eyes lit up at the mention of trading. "Robbery is too barbaric for my purposes. I would gladly take you up on your offer..."

She trailed off, sliding her eyes to the newcomer. A flowery tattoo along her arm marked her as part of the Motherhood and not at all the backup of the male Rara behind her, letting Sei relax the grip of her other hand atop her weapon's handle and take another sip of her tea.

The more parties there were in a situation, the less likely it was for her to be singled out and attacked as a peaceful entity.

Deigning not to respond verbally to the other woman's question, Sei let the loud entrance of the figure she'd seen from the second floor answer the query. She was in a prime position to watch the young teen, somehow already wounded, haphazardly make his way in through the door she was facing. There was a gash on his left hand, and with no sound indicating a struggle outside, she could only assume it was self-inflicted. Some sort of attempt at intimidation? No, the teen was hardly menacing, each subsequent line coming out of his mouth reducing his initial threat. Was it a ploy to drop her guard? Briefly glancing about without turning her head from the entrance, neither the woman nor the man had made a hostile move against her.

Watching as the bleeding teen drew a crude knife and start to sit down in the same contradictory motion, Sei let her crossed leg drop to the floor and leaned forward in interest at his words. The Pantheon? They were a Cent that harbored the dangerous ideal of claiming the entire Frontier for themselves. A Cent of zealots, but a Cent to be wary of nonetheless... though she couldn't say the same of the pitiful figure in front of her who claimed to be a member of it. A member that wanted to take them to the Pantheon could be nothing other than a recruiter, which would at least explain what he was looking for.

She watched impassively as the Rara behind her started to approach the newest arrival, taking a drink of her almost-empty cup. By the time she'd drained what little tea remained and tossed the spent leaves out to the side, it was over. She gauged the man as roughly the same height as the newcomer, yet he seemed to be towering over the bloodied teen with a combat-ready stance. Screwing the cup back on the top of her thermos, Sei listened to the two converse.

Was the teen on the verge of crying just moments after delivering a threat? And asking for mercy? How peculiar.

"I'm not sure if you're familiar with the concept of healing injuries," Sei started, leaning back with a smile, "but I doubt any of us would be willing to wait weeks to put you out of your misery."

She clasped her hands on her lap, pointedly looking over to the man leveling a spear. "It wouldn't bode well to kill a member of such a large Cent. I wouldn't want to befall any... divine retribution... for having a hand in slaying a Demigod of the Pantheon." Her mirthful eyes slid back over to the teen profusely bleeding on the floor.

"Let's work out a better deal that would benefit all of us."
*sterile cough*

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