FFF: RP time!

"Wow."

Azzie slammed the door shut behind her, turned the lock, and tossed the keys on the counter, bewildered by the idiocy of the car that'd just tried to run her off the road. She sighed, exhausted, then dropped her purse on the end table by the door and made her way into the kitchen, trying to forget what she had just been through. She was there in about two steps; her apartment was tiny, though, as she noted at times like these, pleasantly efficient. She yanked open the fridge, looking for something to fill the yawning hunger eight hours of thankless customer service had brought upon her. The blinding white back of the fridge stared out at her, blocked only by a few cans of soda and some cheese. She smirked; having no food at least reminded her that tomorrow was Saturday, and that after she took care of getting groceries she'd have the whole rest of the weekend to relax, veg out, and ignore the rest of the world.

She closed the fridge, straightened up, and opened the freezer. There were two things to choose from; she pulled out the more appealing one, and popped it into the microwave, setting the time and then wandering over to the other counter to grab the television remote. She faced the living room and aimed it; the TV came on, asserting its confidence in her desire to hear about the views of two feuding senators whose names she didn't recognize. She listened for a minute, then shook her head as she tore herself a napkin. Those idiots on Capitol Hill would never learn.

The microwave beeped, and she removed her pizza roll eagerly, hoping it was less frozen in the middle than last time. She took it and her napkin over to the living room, and sat down on the couch, as the news program was giving way to a commercial.

"Do you crave...solitude?"

"Oh, hell yes," she muttered down at her plate, picking up the pizza roll and taking a huge bite. She looked back up at the television, munching contentedly, and watched with mild interest as images of a tropical paradise flashed across the screen, scattered with overjoyed tourists in bathing suits. It was one of those travel ads, the kind designed to make you feel even worse about the craphole you were stuck in than you already did. She smirked at it sardonically, as the voiceover went on. "Come to the Cayman Islands, where destiny awaits you..."

"Yeah," she mumbled. "I'll get right on that." She finished her food, as another commercial came on, then put her plate on the coffee table and settled back down, curling up tiredly into the pillows. She flipped to the adult cartoon station, and watched some reruns for a while, until she felt her eyelids start to drop...

"...'cause we are the Aqua Teens, make the homies say ho..."
"...and now, for just five dollars more, get this great brush attachment..."
"...paying too much for your phone service? Well, now there's a plan...keep you connected..."



There was no sound, only cold on her face, and a slight breeze. She opened her eyes, coming face to face with a clump of dead leaves on stone, and frowned at it, wondering what had happened to the couch. She sat up slowly, getting her bearings; she had a tremendous headache, and she had to have been out for a while--the sun was already high again. She looked around; it was no wonder her head hurt--she had apparently been laying face first on a massive set of white concrete stairs, painted gray in the shadow of the building they led up to. From the looks of it, she seemed to be in the entranceway of some form of grand institution--where the steps leveled off, there extended a huge portico lined with statues of crouching gargoyles, cast in white marble and giving the impression of placid sentries. Something next to her caught her eye, and she looked over, then up; she was sitting beneath one of the vigilant beasts as well. She gazed at it for a minute, somewhat in a daze, then looked away, reeling with confusion. There were no buildings like this in Redwood. What the hell was she doing here?
 
OOC: To anyone that missed it, i am changing my characters name to Ryu Miyamoto since Damon (username) is using his own name in the rp.

Since im alone, do you want to meet up Gamingway? Me being chased by wolves would be a great introduction to the bizarre world.

He knew it. He didn't know how he knew it, but the moment he heard those howls, Ryu knew that they were going to show up. Even with a five minute running headstart, Ryu was forced to perform absolutely crazy moves just to stay ahead of the beasts. Vaulting over fences, jumping off boxes, ramming through doors and even diving through a shop front. Still, the wolves were mere seconds behind, its lips overflowing with saliva.

Damnit....shit.... wheeze...puff...

His lungs felt like bursting and any minute now, Ryu could feel his legs giving out on him, sprawling him to the floor. Only through sheer determination and the insentive of the pursuing wolves kept him up. His black katana swung at his hip, an extra weight in such cicumstances. Despite everything, he was just a kid of 17 from a normal family. He did not enjoy killing other things other than from video games.

But its them or me.......

Determined to survive, still running, Ryu half turned and with one sweep, drew and swung his sword in an upward arc. It was a pathetic swing. Even he could see it. However, it was enough in his current state of mind. The sharpened blade bit into the lower chest of the foremost wolf, carving upwards slightly before curving sidewards and slicing out towards the left. Only a small portion of the tip hit the wolf, but the shallow cut was enough to deter and stun the wolf from its pace. Seeing the wolf stopping, katana still in hand, Ryu ran around the corner and dashed up a large set of stairs. God know where he was, nor if he was sure if anyone was around, but still, he had a better chance on a flight of stairs. That way, the wolves were funneled into a tight spot and he had the height advantage. Despite this, Ryu's hand trembled and his katana rattled as Ryu stood his ground halfway up the steps.

The thumping of his heart echoed in his head. He heard nothing clearly but this. No where in his whole sheltered life had he felt this primal fear. The closest he got was during fights at school. Even then, it paled in comparison. Blood pumped like crazy as the adrenaline flowed. As if in slow motion, the wolves rounded the corner. His own actions seemed to have slowed and it was almost like it was not his own. With a slow arching movement, he saw his own arm swing downwards at the lunging wolf, felt the jar as it bit into the flesh of the wolf's neck, the muffled cry of his own voice and saw vividly, the blood fly with slow motion as droplets towards his face. Again, his own body moved as if possessed, stepped forward and brought another swing at the second and another at the third. The strong contrast of the three splashed of red on the white burned into Ryu's eyes. His heart slowed and lowly, he began to hear things again, his laboured breathing, the rattling of the katana on the steps and a deadening silence. As things returned normal, his vision blurred and his knees buckled, sending the boy to floor. Ryu's eyes blurred as he collapsed into unconsciousness amongst the three corpse of the wolves.
 
Damon, getting home from town went to his room. He didn't exactly have anything to do for the day so he decided to take a nap. It was almost evening anyway and everyone else in his family was downstairs as always. After a half hour of his eyes closed he finally fell asleep.

Waking after what felt like hours of sleep Damon slowly summoned up the will to get out of bed, it was bright outside so he assumed it was morning. Heading downstairs for breakfast he took a peek from the corner of his eye to the outside world before slowly turning to face it with shock. "What the... Hell?" the outside was several stories in the air! The area was inhabited by the tops of skyscrapers, something that his house normally was not accustomed to. His mind no longer focused on breakfast he walked out the back door into what was a garden before, but was now the top of a skyscraper. How was he getting down? He then heard the sound of footsteps, raised voices and the sound of guns being loaded. Dashing under a window he was just in time as the people came outside, dressed in all black with SPIL on their arms. Their footsteps and formation seemed somewhat mechanical, however.

After they had all stepped outside, Damon sneaked back into the house. Obviously they were looking for someone and he didn't fancy getting shot today, walking to the cupboard under the stairs he found something unfamiliar inside, an Epee fencing sword and a Main Gauche, items he knew were not there previously. Just as he picked them up he heard a gun loading and a small metal prod into the back of his head. Knowing it was the gun of one of the soldiers he slowly raised his hands in the air.

Removing the weapons from his hands he slowly got to his feet and turned around, only one soldier, but he was far stronger than Damon was, so fighting him off was foolish. Keeping himself silent he then watched, half in shock as the soldier just... Walked off, did he not see him? Maybe he was blind.

Picking up the weapons there he then heard the sound of footsteps approaching him, it was a trap! Holding the Main Gauche he grabbed the blind soldier and placed the blade to his throat as he stepped to the back door, the soldiers were already here. The soldiers however, didn't seem to care as they approached Damon anyway, not wanting to kill his hostage he threw the blind man into the group and ran to the edge, looking down he quickly thought it was a bad idea. Turning back around he saw the soldiers pointing their guns at him, then looked at the edge, rather having a chance, however slim than certain death by these soldiers he leapt from the building as they began firing at him.

OOC: My character merely isn't aware they are non-humans yet, that's all
 
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Spotting a police station in the distance, Diarmuid decided to make that his target. Fear clawing at him like an iron vice, he shoved the heavy, lifeless hulk of the wolf off him, as the other growled and slavered.

Oh god, oh god.... The adrenaline numbed him, made his mouth taste coppery and go dry. The beast was just toying with him, ready to leap at a whim. Diarmuid convinced himself that he could feel the wolf's hot breath on the back of his neck, and only succeeded in amplifying his fear.

The wolf howled, and Diarmuid stood stock still as he heard its feet pound on asphalt, on the powerful, muscular animal's inevitable journey towards his flesh.

But it had stopped before the pain had come, and looking round, Diarmuid saw why.

His hand was on fire!

"Jesus!" Diarmuid exclaimed, trying to shake the orange flare from his palm with panicked waves of his hands. It took him a few moments to realize that the fire wasn't burning him. It was just a warm, almost pleasant sensation.

And the wolf was afraid. Its crimson eyes flickered in the soft firelight, and its natural instinct told it to back off. And so it did.

Despite the temporary absence of danger, Diarmuid's instincts told him to stay sharp, so he headed for the police station, his heart pounding in his chest.

Only when he got in did he allow himself to relax, closing the door behind him with a loud clang.
 
"Hello? Anyone here?"

He said with a low voice. He looked at the floor infront of him and noticed that there were no signs of footprints from human. As he noticed he sighed becouse he failed to find any human life. He then heard something running towards him from behind and as he turned a middle sized bear was literally charging towards him. Out of pure instinct he turned and kicked the door shut, but to his biggest fear it was blasted open by the bears strength.

"This is not good, not at all."

His only weapon was his baton and nothing else, but what could he possibly do with a gymnastics baton in such a situation. A gun would be so much more useful in this situation, but he did not have any time to think like that. He looked around and saw that he was in a living room looking area. He then looked back at the bear and without even noticing it had approached him and tried to claw him.

"Shiiii--"

He ducked just as the claw passed him, but due to his own balance he fell flat on the floor. He was not in a position where he could move away from the bear swiftly enough without getting a scratch. He looked at the TV that was present in the room and as he did the TV flew straight into the bear making it tumble and fall over. Subeinu wondered what the hell could have made the TV fly across the room like that, but before he could think of any straight answer to his question he ran out with his baton in hand and just continued to run in the middle of the street until he could find someone just someone who was human.
 
"My name is Kevin."

"Kevin eh" Daren went into thought suddenly That will be easy to remember, same name as dad...

"Shit. I don't know about you two, but I think we need to find a good place to stay in for a time till these wolves disappear." Orion said. This was a good idea considering, but this statement had said a lot. It clearly meant he too was not originally here..."Two points! Though why there would be a police station out in the middle of residential..." Actually, depending on where you were from it is quite common, in my area, it's rare not to be...Daren followed into the building and watched Orion, not completely sure of what he was doing. Just examining him, he realized then that he was heading to get some weapons. "I think we can handle a couple wolves with what is in here."Daren watched in place as he loaded the gun he had picked up.

"Ya know, thinking logical me here, There's gotta be more than just wolves out there. I know a gun can handle it, but we should be ready for the worst just in case. Kevin, I suggest you get something." Daren loaded the clip into the rifle he had picked up. "So Orion..." Daren was about to ask something as the door of the place they were in had opened and shut. Daren whispered quietly "Nevermind, it can wait" and readied the gun.
 
"Shit. I don't know about you two, but I think we need to find a good place to stay in for a time till these wolves disappear."

Kevin heard Orion's idea and truth be told, it was probably the best he's heard so far. So he decided to follow the two to wherever they wanted to go.

"Two points! Though why there would be a police station out in the middle of residential..."

Kevin figured Orion did not see the obvious reason, but he did not want to explain the situation. Rather, he just followed the two into the police station and immediately headed into the armory.

"I think we can handle a couple wolves with what is in here."

"Ya know, thinking logical me here, There's gotta be more than just wolves out there. I know a gun can handle it, but we should be ready for the worst just in case. Kevin, I suggest you get something."

Kevin eyed a shotgun, a Winchester 1200 Pump-Action Model. Picking it up, he loaded the gun with 12-Gauge Shotgun Shells, responding to Daren's comment, "Yeah, I got something already."
 
Oliver sat at the table in his small kitchen eating his cornflakes. The morning had been harsh as he was getting ready to go to school from his amazing weekend. He listened to the sound of the cereal, all alone, munch, crunch.

The sounds of morning sat quiet and became very dull. Slowly he rose as the honk of his carppol had arived outside his door. "Stupid bitch can't get here on time." he grumbled as he let himself out his house.

Luckily for him, Oliver didn't have to wear the uncomfortably itchy school uniform that his school normally wore. Today was holycross week in which the students of Bishop Mcnamara got to dress down. Grabbing his headphones, he entered the carpool van...
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Oliver awoke on the streets in an alley. it was dark and smelly. "The fuck?" he mumbled out of his breath.

The last thing he remembered was falling asleep in his Literature class... He rose from the dusty alley. "Where....is this place?" he asked softly.

Emotions of Panic began to set in. Oliver began stubling out of the alleyway and onto a street that was deserted. "Hello?" he called out.

There was no reply. As Oliver walked out onto the streets of this strange place he had begun to like it. It was quiet, peaceful, and he probably wouldnt want to go back home. Quickly he found a store nearby and entered...
 
Orion listened as the others commented, and watched as Kevin picked up a shotgun. "Shotgun. Nice." Orion commented, then froze as he heard the door clang just as Daren was about to ask a question. "We got company." Orion whispered, bringing his own gun up as Daren readied his rifle. "I'll go first: you two cover me" Orion whispered again, stalking forward.

As he slunk out of the room, he found a person there, who's hand was... on fire? The fuck? The young man didn't seem to notice it, so Orion simply brought his handgun up and spoke calmly. "Hello there. Mind telling me who you are so i know to put a bullet through a part of your body?" Orion's aura was displaying caution/worry/calm/surprise.

OOC: Side note, you can feel those emotions. Get used to it if your sticking around Orion. When you figure out he's the one displaying it, that's up to your intelligence.

I hate this post. Too short...
 
Seth opened his eyes slowly and looked around, it was night time, he felt oddly strong and healthy, his hangover had disappeared, Seth suddenly remembering what happened to him scrambled up and grabbed his gun he spun around looking for the monster before remembering that the monster had ripped into him, Seth slowly took a breath in and looked down, his shirt had been shredded blood splattered everywhere staining his skin. His stomach was horribly scarred and had turned a dull gray color, in fact all his skin had become gray and he smelt of carrion.

"What the hell happened to me" Seth whispered.

"nothing, you simply evolved" a voice in Seth's ear whispered.

Seth spun around raising his gun, he couldn't see anyone or anything.

"Who's there?" Seth said.

"No one, im you" the voice said.

"Well what attacked me then?" Seth said still spinning around looking for whoever the voice belonged to.

"Nothing it was a mental break down you had when your brain registered that it had access to additional pathways"

"What do you mean Pathways?" Seth said.

"God help us all, OK so your brain has pathways which electrochemical signals run along right"

"Yeah i know that"

"They tell you to do different things and act certain ways, now your brain just gained access to these new pathways giving you a kind of superpower, you can accelerate and reverse your evolution"

"What do you mean, accelerate my evolution?" Seth said completely confused.

"Jesus Seth you can change your DNA around with other genetic codes and speed up your evolution so you can grow new limbs and make stone spikes and stuff appear out of you, try removing those scars you evolutionised onto yourself when you were having your episode.

Seth thought about the scars disappearing, suddenly Seth's head felt as if it was about to explode, he fell to the ground and clutched his head screaming, he coughed up blood and his eyes dilated. Once the pain had resided Seth stood up shakily and looked down at himself, it was just like the other him said, his scars were completely gone his skin was a normal pale pink color and he didn't smell of carrion anymore.

"Damn, that hurt Bad" Seth said.

"Well i never said it wouldn't, now that you know what you are doing i can piss off and you can stop talking to yourself"

Seth looked around he grabbed his gun and walked down the stairs and out onto the street, it was the middle of the night and set was alone in a huge city, he looked up at the sky and wondered what it must be like to fly, he then remembered what it felt like removing the scars from his body.

"Maybe I wont give myself wings just yet" he said before taking off into a run down the street in search of a fast food outlet.

OOC: well there's my first ability, being able to accelerate or reverse my evolution. obviously this is quite a strong ability as there is no stage at which the evolution stops, so to counter that this early in the RP it has an excruciating pain effect on me even when doing little things so bigger mutations are way out of the picture until much later in the RP.
 
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OOC: Ryu, that sounds good. I was hoping to try to meet up with someone soon, like on my 3rd post. I was just going to teleport into somewhere, but however you want to do it is fine.

IC:

Azzie got up, still confused, and stepped up and around the gargoyle she was next to, scoping out the building's entrance. There was no one in the portico; she wondered if it might be a holiday, and whether the place might be closed in observance of it. She noticed the odd lack of traffic sounds, and turned to look at the street below her, which was lined with all manner of shops and restaurants. Not one vehicle was in sight, not even a parked car. No bicycles, no pedestrians, nothing. She frowned, and glanced down at the date on her watch. This wasn't any holiday she could think of. And even if it were, there'd still be people out for a stroll--going to lunches to celebrate, stepping out for cigarettes, walking their dogs....

Wondering who was playing pranks on her this time, she turned back towards the doors of the building, huge oak things with intricate carvings that matched the style of the gargoyles somewhat. Figuring she should at least try to find out what town she was in, she walked the long distance to the doors, her footsteps echoing off the enclosure's roof, and searched the building's facade for any signs with information on them. The only thing she could find was a large golden plaque mounted at eye level on one of the doors, with the word "LIBRARY" etched into it in bold letters. Shrugging to herself, she pulled open the door, stepped inside, and let the door swing shut behind her.

She found herself in a very large room with a faraway ceiling, stocked with towering chestnut shelves full of books that had to be at least two stories high. The room was nice and bright, full of skylights and windows that let the midday sun pour in from all angles; and there was a sense of great age to the place, as though it were full of hundreds of years' worth of knowledge. Countless antique-looking objects lined the walls in between the shelves for as far as she could see, and even the information desk to her right was cluttered with ornate baubles made from brass and other common decorative metals. There was no one at the desk, however, and from what she could tell, no one in the rest of the building either.

"Hmm. Guess I don't need a card," she mused wryly. She rubbed her temple, which was still aching, then wandered curiously over to the shelf that was closest.

The books, though bound with covers of varying colors, seemed oddly uniform; they were all the same size and thickness, they all looked ancient, and none of them bore any sort of title on the binding. Intrigued, Azzie removed one of them from the shelf, and turned it over in her hands, finding no words of any sort on the outside. She opened it, and was even more perplexed: The pages were all blank. Wondering if it might be a fluke, she replaced it on the shelf, and pulled out another one, finding its contents to be exactly the same. "Hmm. Not much of a library," she remarked, putting this one back also. "Boy, I haven't had a dream this weird in a while."

She heard a low groaning noise; it almost sounded like furniture being moved. Something about it unsettled her; she didn't mind being alone, but hearing strange things while she was always put her on edge. The noise stopped; she listened for a minute, not sure whether she should try to hide or just run for it, and give herself away. If this was a dream, it didn't matter; but on the off chance it wasn't, she needed to think of something--with the place empty, she doubted anyone would be coming to her rescue should this be something or someone unfriendly. Being as quiet as she could, she backed away towards the nearest wall, and perused the antique items with her eyes for anything useful. There was a rapier mounted on the wall in a display to her right, and she quietly slid it off, hoping it wasn't a dull replica. She ran her finger along the edge to check; it was sharp enough, so she gripped the hilt in her right hand and held it out in front of her, creeping back towards the outside edge of the shelf, where there was an aisle. She wasn't a master at it, but she'd had enough fencing lessons to be able to do someone at least a little damage.

She watched the other shelves for a minute, paying the most attention to the ones in the center of the room, from whence the sound had issued. She saw nothing, but heard an odd scraping, similar to that of fingernails on wood. The noise happened again, more softly, then stopped almost as quickly as it had started. Azzie wondered if maybe she should go help the person; librarians weren't usually stereotyped for their strength, and if they were working on a holiday, they definitely deserved a helping hand. She stayed put, though--she realized she had tampered with library property, and she wasn't willing to give up her sword just yet.

There was silence for a few more seconds, followed by a trifle more scraping. Then, the groaning started again, and a huge green tail, scaly and serpentine, whipped into the air from behind one of the shelves, curling about as though it were searching for something.

Azzie froze. Her face whitened; this certainly wasn't what she'd been expecting. She started to back away slowly, then turned and ran for the front doors, hoping her footsteps wouldn't be audible over the creature's roaring outburst. She was pretty sure she wasn't dreaming now.
 
OOC: Tipsynaruto. I hope you don't mind me approaching you like this.
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Subeinu ran to his feet could not take the pain anymore. He haven't felt this much physical strain on his body in ages, his breathing being so heavy that it felt like his heart was about to fail on him. He then collapsed in the middle of the street flat on his chest.

"Where... am.. I.."

He then looked to his side and noticed that he had his iPod with him. It must have been in his pocket wile all of this had happened. He grabbed it wile lying on the street and flicked through the images he had transfered over to it to have as background and a picture of his potential loved one came up. He then stood up slowly and started to move slowly forward. After many minutes of walking he noticed a large set of stairs. He thought to himself that it might be wise to get to another area and walked up the stairs at much more normal pace than before, but as he walked he could see three dead wolves and something he had been looking for, human life.

He started to move faster noticing that the person didn't seem to be awake, probaply being tired due to the obvious wounds on the wolves. He could also see a katana that was probaply the persons. He then kneeled down and looked at him, checking if he had a pulse. Thou it seemed he would have one he could not really know as he have never checked for anyones before. He then went for another approach.

"Hello. Are you.. alright?"

Even thou the sentence all in all seemed to be taken straight out of a cliche'd horror movie he knew that there was not much else he could do at the time. If he shook him too see if he would react it could probaply scare the guy and he did not want that at all as he was too much of a kind guy. Sitting down he awaited for him to maybe respond.
 
Feeling a wave of worry, concern, and cold fear, Diarmuid shivered, and felt the warm sensation of the flame on his hand subside and fade as the glow was extinguished by some invisible intermediary.

But the unnatural fear was intensified by real fear as Diarmuid found himself staring down the barrel of a gun. How the hell had this kid gotten hold of a gun?! Then again, it was a police station.

"Look, I'm human. I'm n-not dangerous at all, see?" He loosened his shivering hand's grip on the knife, and it clattered to the ground. "See?" He raised his hands in the air. "I came in here to get shelter, OK? There are wolves out there. They were attacking me. I needed to find shelter."

Diarmuid wiped the sweat from his brow. "Don't kick me out, OK? Th-There's more of those things out there, I know it, and my hand, it just went on fire, and the wolf, it ran away, and I came here..."

Even as he spoke, Diarmuid realized just how insane he sounded. He wouldn't trust or believe an explanation like that.
 
The stores in the city were empty as Oliver changed his clothes with the ones there. He grabbed anything that looked appealing and carried it for himself. The city was quiet as he now walked the streets, alone and cold. The feeling of loneliness was what he was used to.

Dragging his feet along the road, Oliver began to process thoughts faster. They became confusing. Nothing was registering anymore. There had to be an explination for his arrival. And just in a flash, he heard a sound. it was high pitched and came from every direction. Oliver grabbed his head and bent down on one knee.

Images began to flash through his mind at lightning speed. His childhood his happiness it felt ass if it had all been sucked away. The noise was gone now and Oliver sat on the ground staring into nothingness daydreaming. He couldn't feel happy, as much as he would like to he couldn't allow himself to feel happy. He was alone in the middle of nowhere and that was it...
 
Glancing at Kevin, he said to him, "I don't take orders anymore" and began to walk off in the direction Orion had gone. He approached behind Orion and then said "Like I'm just gonna leave you in the front lines." Then seeing the person with their hand on fire, Daren lowered his weapon in awe. This was something special. How could a person possibly have their hand on fire and just stand there NOT in pain?

"Wh-h-h-who are you?" Daren swallowed his saliva in a gulp as obvious fright came into play. He never was a real brave one, just smart. Not even strong really, though talented in specific fields. He looked at Orion and noticed his aura, while mysteriously feeling his emotions strongly...

(OOC: Side note Shadow, If you believe such things, I consider myself empathic anyways, so I normally could feel your emotions anyway...if you believe such things)
 
"I don't take orders anymore" Of course, when Daren decided to follow Orion, Kevin followed suit. When he saw Daren's look of shock and Orion's sarcasm come into play, he wanted to see what was going on. Finally, he saw a guy with his hand on fire, standing and not Feeling pain.

"Ok, ok, now let's not be brash and freaked out guys, let's just take this nice and slow, and we won't have any problems. But more importantly who are you, really, and how are you not feeling any pain whatsoever?" These were the important questions that any sane person would ask, especially since the person in question had powered akin to superheroes in comic books or whatever. He said to Daren, "You might want to find a fire extinguisher for our friend."
 
Seth walked through the Burger King doors he walked up to the counter and jumped over it walked out back and started searching for food. Moments later Seth found what he was looking for a BK chicken burger with extra mayo, when he picked up the burger another appeared in it's place, he helped himself to the huge amount of chips which re-spawned instantly and simply put his head under the drink station when he was thirsty and pushed the button. Once he was full he decided to try use his ability again to get use to the pain of evolutionising.

He concentrated on turning his teeth to steel, he was facing the mirror in the toilet and watched as his teeth lengthened into canine teeth and the molecular structure of them changed to steel, Seth smashed his hand against the basin as the pain racked at his brain once his teeth had changed he spat blood into the basin and washed it away before smiling and revealing his new teeth he walked back out into the main dining area and grabbed a large drink cup and filled it with raspberry and coke before walking back out into the night sky in look for other places mainly a furniture shop to relax in.

"I could get use to this" Seth said taking a sip from his drink.
 
OOC: Ryu and Subeinu, I hope it's ok for me to meet up with you like this. I'm going out of town from this Friday thru Monday and I don't want to get too far behind...

IC:

Azzie tore down the steps of the library, wanting to get away from whatever that thing was as fast as possible. It didn't seem to be following her, but the more distance she put between her and it, the better. She turned left when she got to the bottom, and headed for what looked like a more cluttered, compact part of town--there'd be more places to hide there.

Just as she was passing the third cross street, she heard a distinctly canine howl. She glanced to her right, and her heart sank: a wolf, mangy and rather big for its species, was staring at her from a short distance down the road. It sneered at her, then started to follow her, building a merciless amount of speed in no time.

"Whoa, shit!" she breathed, and took off even more desperately, realizing that she was in deep trouble. She knew she couldn't outrun it; wolves could go thirty miles per hour when they wanted to. Granted, this didn't look like a natural wolf habitat; maybe the conditions were different here. But either way, she had to try.

The wolf pursued her steadily for a few minutes; she was running as fast as she could, well aware that her adrenaline was boosting her otherwise poor endurance. She knew she couldn't keep it up though, and her thoughts started to drift towards notable things she had done in her life, in that stereotypical "flashing-before-your-eyes" sense. She didn't like the feel of it; she was only twenty-five. She started to run out of breath--she shut her eyes; she wasn't ready to die yet. She wished desperately that she was somewhere else. Just somewhere...somewhere other than here...

She opened her eyes again, feeling extremely dizzy, and stumbled to a stop; she couldn't take anymore. If the wolf really wanted to kill her, there was nothing she could do. She collapsed to the ground, hoping she'd pass out before she felt any pain.

But nothing happened. There was no wolf, no claws digging into her, no teeth ripping at her. She opened her eyes again, puzzled, and stared at the ground until she felt strong enough to sit up and look behind her. She did so, and marveled at the place she'd just run through. It was no longer a wide street, but a narrow alleyway. How had she ended up here?

"Hello. Are you...alright?"

Azzie looked to her right. A short distance away, a young man with short blond hair and a baton was kneeling down next to another young man, who had longer hair and was apparently unconscious; the first man was trying to revive him. On the ground next to them were a bloodstained katana and the carcasses of three dead wolves.
 
Orion lowered the gun as the person's hand went out and he mentioned hiding from the wolves. He also warmed to the fact that the person dropped his weapon. Suddenly he displayed warmth/comfort/understanding. "The wolves got to you to? Damn, either it's city wide, or the wolves have got it in for us." Orion then called back to Kevin and Squee "It's all right. This dude is as a human as we are."

Orion then went to the door and opened it slightly, peering out. There weren't any animals in sight, cept the corpses. "Seems like they left. I think this city has something in for us." Orion opened the door fully and walked out, carefully sweeping his gun across his vision. "Nothing is attacking me." Orion then suddenly pointed his gun at movement. When he focused on the thing that was moving, his gun lowered in awe.

"What...the hell... is that?" Orion pointed a shaky finger at what seemed to be a giant moving plant. With teeth that were being used to eat the nearby wolf corpses. "Jesus christ.... is that thing real?" The Malboro turned and spotted Orion. It roared a bestial roar before charging towards him. "Oh shi- NOOO!" Orion's hands went up...

And a bright light flashed. The Malboro suddenly roared in pain and backed off as an arrow made of light disappeared from its body. Orion lowered his hands and looked at the Malboro before looking at his hands. "Did I... do that?" Orion then turned grim. Curling his hands as if clenching something, light began to gather before shifting into a spear. "Time to do some weeding! Give me a hand if you can, guys!" Orion called back before rushing forward, his spear swinging in a diagonal arc at the massive monster.
 
*CRACK!*

Ugh! Shit!

The bamboo shinai struck a deep welt across his shoulder. Ryu dropped to the ground, gripping where it had connected with his body. It was a stupid idea. He fell for the sempai's taunts and foolishly went into an unarmoured duel with him in the absence of the teacher. It was a tight match, but needless to say, the overwhelming physique of the upperclassmen meant that even with his skills, without actual power, Ryu lost.

Bwahahaha! Weakling! Stop trying to be a hero..

*Crack!*

The shinai came down on him over and over again. Ryu curled into a ball, soaking in the damage when it suddenly stopped.

Hey! Stop it!

*Crack*

The shinai dropped to the floor and there was a deadly silence before Ryu heard his sempai spat in disgust and left. He cracked his eyes open and stared upwards at whoever it was that had helped him. His couldnt see clearly from the backlight, but the silhouette was that of a girl. With a hand outstretched, she asked...

~~~~~

"...Are you.. alright?"

Ryu's eyes snapped open. He laid face down on the steps where he fought the three wolves. However, that was irrelevant. He heard a human voice. Bones and joints moved very slowly as he propped himself on his elbows. The little fight with the wolves did a fair number on Ryu's body and his joints felt like they rusted overnight.

Crap.....yea...i think im good. Ugh...Thank god for another human. Where'd you come from?
 
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