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7 Days to Die - Open World Survival

https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/7-days-to-die-open-world-survival.20012/

2021-01-25T08:19:00

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<script class="js-extraPhrases" type="application/json"> { "lightbox_close": "Close", "lightbox_next": "Next", "lightbox_previous": "Previous", "lightbox_error": "The requested content cannot be loaded. 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This is a game, one I will influence with generators and spinners. That’s right. I’m not playing. I will only be influencing the choices people make and what happens as people play out their own survival story.<br/><br/>Several survivors will spawn randomly into the map. Each person will be given 2 random starter skills, a random starter tool, a box of rations(contains 5 random cans of food, 2 nutri bars and 5 bottles of clean water), a communications unit that works only when by a radio tower or station(will be random throughout the map), a single torch for light at night and a box of 100 matches.<br/><br/>Every so often I will pop into the story to influence what happens. Things such as spawning zombies in various numbers around someone, drop an air drop supply crate at a certain coordinate, change the weather or simply alert when the blood moon is about to arrive. What happens will be a total surprise and completely up to me or randomly generated by a spinner. You will never know what I will do to influence the story you are playing out.<br/><br/>What you have to do is survive. Loot, craft, kill zombies, find each other and survive. If you can, anyway.<br/><br/><b><u>The Rules</u></b><br/><ul> <li data-xf-list-type="ul">No characters under 18 years of age as per the site rules.</li> <li data-xf-list-type="ul">Only human characters. There will come a time where your character will eventually die from something. Keep this in mind.</li> <li data-xf-list-type="ul">Only original characters.</li> <li data-xf-list-type="ul">Images within posts are not required. However, you can provide a link to their character sheet if you would like to put on their stat tracker as additional information.</li> <li data-xf-list-type="ul"><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(184, 49, 47)">Watch out for my posts! They will influence what you will do next and what you find! My posts will be random and what happens will be randomly generated via spinners and drawing apps. My posts will be made so everyone can easily catch them.</span></li> <li data-xf-list-type="ul">Romance is welcome but it is NOT the focus of this. Keep it in the background.</li> <li data-xf-list-type="ul">This is a dystopian wasteland survival story. Therefore, there will be death, gore, blood and other mature themes involved. Cursing is allowed but keep it in moderation.</li> <li data-xf-list-type="ul">This will eventually end with everyone dying. When that happens, the story will be started up again with new spawn locations and new characters. If you rejoin, you CANNOT use the same character again until 2 more of your characters have died after. Consider it a respawn wait time or using up your remaining lives.</li> <li data-xf-list-type="ul">There will be a tab that will act as a guide and another tab that will act as a stat tracker for each character currently in the game.</li> <li data-xf-list-type="ul">You are welcome to make suggestions for the guide.</li> <li data-xf-list-type="ul">There will be a tab that provides a map of the world showing a vague look at where you'll be and what some of the locations are as well as biomes. Cross reverence with the guide as needed.</li> <li data-xf-list-type="ul">Most importantly: HAVE FUN!</li> </ul><br/><i>I got this idea while playing the game 7 Days to Die and thought this would be a neat little jump in thing to do.</i><br/><br/><b><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(184, 49, 47)">While this is an open group, if a round is in play, please PM me first if you want to join in. That way I can make a post announcing your character's arrival along with the biome they are in and starter inventory they will have. Once all characters are dead or there is one survivor left, the game will be ended and it will enter a wait period so new people can join and existing players can pick a new character if they want to. Remember I will give you your starter skills, tools and your spawn location once you have a character selected.</span></b><br/><br/>How will you survive?

Air And Blood

https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/air-and-blood.14151/

2020-01-24T19:12:00

Sapphichaotic

It was a late afternoon, and Gerard was just about to go for a cigarette when it start raining. Usually, Gerard wouldn't be bothered by that, but human smoking in the rain would create a strange sight. So he turned to the little balcony and hoped it was allowed to smoke. Luckily, it was.<br/><br/>He took out his Marlboro Red Lights (<i>prostitute's cigarettes</i>, he thought, fondly) package, and was getting one cig into his mouth handlessly, when he got his hand into his pocket and didn't feel cold lighter's metal.<br/><br/>"Shit." He whispered, black hair falling on his face. He looked around, there was an old, little lady that looked like she hadn't taken a shower for a few days, a young couple snuggling together, watching something on the man's phone, and then there was this beautiful, stunning man, sitting very much alone, without smoking, or doing any other thing.<br/><br/>"Uh, you gotta be jocking me." He whispered to himself but limped over to the man, and almost breathlessly (beauty, from art to humans, always made Gerard's breath hitch) said, "um, excuse me, sir, do you have a lighter?"<br/><br/>The man's eyes, bluer than blue, were beautiful. Like a work of art that captures the exact color of the sky. He appreciated it. The man also didn't smell human-like. i.e. there was something human about his scent, but not<i>stinking </i>human. Gerard gave a little smile, hiding his fangs casually. He was used to doing it. He could never allow himself to smile widely around humans, he also never felt the need to. This, though, was something new. Smiling around others? Where's the loner vampire he used to be?<br/><br/>Maybe he does getting old. But this... Man? Person? Creature? Whatever. He was different.<br/>Upon my life! How he wanted the man to have a lighter. He shifted his weight, keeping his eyes calm and jet black. Although he was starving.<br/><br/>Jesus. He hadn't tasted human fresh blood in ages. It was always tricky to get blood, especially fresh. If he'd have a nest, he'd use some other vampires to get blood, but on his own, it was harder than hard. One wrong look, one Human's word, and his entire reputation are screwed. He'd end up in one of these human-administered Vampire's Institute of Re-education, like all the vampires that attacked humans. He'd be pumped up with sedatives until he wouldn't remember his own name, in a vampire's sad prison.<br/><br/>Going out for an art exposure was a stupid idea. It was like the start of a horrible joke,<i>one hungry vampire, who hadn't taste blood in five weeks, gets into a museum full of humans... </i>But the need to see art that wasn't his own was stronger than his common sense. And he did have fun, in the second or two he got to actually concentrate on the art, and not the intoxicating, metal scent of blood, warm and salty inside these cute little veins...<br/><br/>His eyes flashed red, he could feel it, and his fangs-tips grizzled against his lower lip. He forced himself to focus. "A lighter?" He repeated, this time almost expose his teeth. Goddammit. Focus!<br/><br/>"I've forgotten my own at home." He added, stupidly.<i>Ugh, great. Now you're not only weird but dumb, too! Amazing! Great work of seduction, Ger!</i><br/><br/><a class="username" data-user-id="152" data-username="@Kiomii" data-xf-init="member-tooltip" href="https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/members/152/">@Kiomii</a>

Amber - What would another generation have been like ?

https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/amber-what-would-another-generation-have-been-like.21142/

2021-05-05T17:46:00

Reaver

<div style="text-align: center"><br/> <script class="js-extraPhrases" type="application/json"> { "lightbox_close": "Close", "lightbox_next": "Next", "lightbox_previous": "Previous", "lightbox_error": "The requested content cannot be loaded. Please try again later.", "lightbox_start_slideshow": "Start slideshow", "lightbox_stop_slideshow": "Stop slideshow", "lightbox_full_screen": "Full screen", "lightbox_thumbnails": "Thumbnails", "lightbox_download": "Download", "lightbox_share": "Share", "lightbox_zoom": "Zoom", "lightbox_new_window": "New window", "lightbox_toggle_sidebar": "Toggle sidebar" } </script> <div class="bbImageWrapper lazyload js-lbImage" data-lb-caption-extra-html="" data-lb-sidebar-href="" data-single-image="1" data-src="/proxy.php?image=https%3A%2F%2Fi.gr-assets.com%2Fimages%2FS%2Fcompressed.photo.goodreads.com%2Fhostedimages%2F1513817916i%2F24726397.jpg&amp;hash=f8ef56eb2ef6e65ecdf398d51b54e880" title="24726397.jpg"> <img alt="24726397.jpg" class="bbImage lazyload" data-src="/proxy.php?image=https%3A%2F%2Fi.gr-assets.com%2Fimages%2FS%2Fcompressed.photo.goodreads.com%2Fhostedimages%2F1513817916i%2F24726397.jpg&amp;hash=f8ef56eb2ef6e65ecdf398d51b54e880" data-url="https://i.gr-assets.com/images/S/compressed.photo.goodreads.com/hostedimages/1513817916i/24726397.jpg" data-zoom-target="1" height="" src="data:image/gif;base64,R0lGODlhAQABAIAAAAAAAP///yH5BAEAAAAALAAAAAABAAEAAAIBRAA7" style="" title="" width=""/> <noscript><img alt="24726397.jpg" class="bbImage" data-url="https://i.gr-assets.com/images/S/compressed.photo.goodreads.com/hostedimages/1513817916i/24726397.jpg" data-zoom-target="1" height="" src="/proxy.php?image=https%3A%2F%2Fi.gr-assets.com%2Fimages%2FS%2Fcompressed.photo.goodreads.com%2Fhostedimages%2F1513817916i%2F24726397.jpg&amp;hash=f8ef56eb2ef6e65ecdf398d51b54e880" style="" title="" width=""/></noscript> </div></div>This will be an Amber Diceless Role Playing Game set after the events of the Corwin Chronicles. The characters portrayed will be that new generation and answer that question. The great war is over and the soldiers came home. A Prince and Princess fell in the war. A New King was chosen by the Unicorn of Amber. The shadows are settling after the massive storm that came about from Oberon the late liege of Amber fixing the Pattern and restoring order to the megaverse.<br/><br/>A lot has happened and the stage is set for many new things to happen.<br/><br/>Characters will be generated at the 100 point level They will also have Pattern Imprint (Though at the players option they might not have it yet if they wish) Does this mean Pattern Imprint is free, yes it does.<br/><br/>Right now just looking for interest, be a royal, own worlds, wander the cosmos, flirt with hot beings and cross swords with family.

Amber - What would another generation have been like ?

https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/amber-what-would-another-generation-have-been-like.21142/

2021-05-05T18:30:00

exocat

Great and mighty interest!

Amber - What would another generation have been like ?

https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/amber-what-would-another-generation-have-been-like.21142/

2021-05-07T04:08:00

Reaver

<div style="text-align: center"><br/> <div class="bbImageWrapper lazyload js-lbImage" data-lb-caption-extra-html="" data-lb-sidebar-href="" data-single-image="1" data-src="/proxy.php?image=https%3A%2F%2Fi.imgur.com%2FbBSyc96.jpg&amp;hash=bcdb16468b6f1d30238b72bcd2a42a1b" title="bBSyc96.jpg"> <img alt="bBSyc96.jpg" class="bbImage lazyload" data-src="/proxy.php?image=https%3A%2F%2Fi.imgur.com%2FbBSyc96.jpg&amp;hash=bcdb16468b6f1d30238b72bcd2a42a1b" data-url="https://i.imgur.com/bBSyc96.jpg" data-zoom-target="1" height="" src="data:image/gif;base64,R0lGODlhAQABAIAAAAAAAP///yH5BAEAAAAALAAAAAABAAEAAAIBRAA7" style="" title="" width=""/> <noscript><img alt="bBSyc96.jpg" class="bbImage" data-url="https://i.imgur.com/bBSyc96.jpg" data-zoom-target="1" height="" src="/proxy.php?image=https%3A%2F%2Fi.imgur.com%2FbBSyc96.jpg&amp;hash=bcdb16468b6f1d30238b72bcd2a42a1b" style="" title="" width=""/></noscript> </div></div><br/>"Oh, how precious the little ducklings coming home from the far reaches of shadow. To waddle so cute as they follow their proud parents about. We should have a royal ball, dear siblings to invite them in Amber could do with some good cheer and celebrations after the battle with the hellspawn of Chaos."<br/><br/><div style="text-align: center"><div class="bbImageWrapper lazyload js-lbImage" data-lb-caption-extra-html="" data-lb-sidebar-href="" data-single-image="1" data-src="/proxy.php?image=https%3A%2F%2Fi.imgur.com%2F3MOOlHI.jpg&amp;hash=202187414ed46bf271552fd9e596482c" title="3MOOlHI.jpg"> <img alt="3MOOlHI.jpg" class="bbImage lazyload" data-src="/proxy.php?image=https%3A%2F%2Fi.imgur.com%2F3MOOlHI.jpg&amp;hash=202187414ed46bf271552fd9e596482c" data-url="https://i.imgur.com/3MOOlHI.jpg" data-zoom-target="1" height="" src="data:image/gif;base64,R0lGODlhAQABAIAAAAAAAP///yH5BAEAAAAALAAAAAABAAEAAAIBRAA7" style="" title="" width=""/> <noscript><img alt="3MOOlHI.jpg" class="bbImage" data-url="https://i.imgur.com/3MOOlHI.jpg" data-zoom-target="1" height="" src="/proxy.php?image=https%3A%2F%2Fi.imgur.com%2F3MOOlHI.jpg&amp;hash=202187414ed46bf271552fd9e596482c" style="" title="" width=""/></noscript> </div></div>"Really ? Ducklings, I daresay sister you would accept nothing less then a swan and would drown any duckling that came your way. I give them a decade the competent ones longer. I agree though there has been enough war and bloodshed for a time, a ball actually is something I oddly find us in agreement on."

Amber - What would another generation have been like ?

https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/amber-what-would-another-generation-have-been-like.21142/

2021-05-07T16:23:00

Reaver

<div style="text-align: center"><br/> <div class="bbImageWrapper lazyload js-lbImage" data-lb-caption-extra-html="" data-lb-sidebar-href="" data-single-image="1" data-src="/proxy.php?image=http%3A%2F%2Fwww.amc.com%2Fpolls.services%2Fimg%2Fdata%2F3074-309x316.jpg&amp;hash=220f15e78194f9194f16220beb797425" title="3074-309x316.jpg"> <img alt="3074-309x316.jpg" class="bbImage lazyload" data-src="/proxy.php?image=http%3A%2F%2Fwww.amc.com%2Fpolls.services%2Fimg%2Fdata%2F3074-309x316.jpg&amp;hash=220f15e78194f9194f16220beb797425" data-url="http://www.amc.com/polls.services/img/data/3074-309x316.jpg" data-zoom-target="1" height="" src="data:image/gif;base64,R0lGODlhAQABAIAAAAAAAP///yH5BAEAAAAALAAAAAABAAEAAAIBRAA7" style="" title="" width=""/> <noscript><img alt="3074-309x316.jpg" class="bbImage" data-url="http://www.amc.com/polls.services/img/data/3074-309x316.jpg" data-zoom-target="1" height="" src="/proxy.php?image=http%3A%2F%2Fwww.amc.com%2Fpolls.services%2Fimg%2Fdata%2F3074-309x316.jpg&amp;hash=220f15e78194f9194f16220beb797425" style="" title="" width=""/></noscript> </div></div>"Honestly I don't see why the whelps deserve a ball, they didn't risk their lives during the wars, congratulations you've done nothing but been spit out your mother's womb Hurrah for you."<br/><br/><div style="text-align: center"><div class="bbImageWrapper lazyload js-lbImage" data-lb-caption-extra-html="" data-lb-sidebar-href="" data-single-image="1" data-src="/proxy.php?image=https%3A%2F%2Fi.imgur.com%2FbBSyc96.jpg&amp;hash=bcdb16468b6f1d30238b72bcd2a42a1b" title="bBSyc96.jpg"> <img alt="bBSyc96.jpg" class="bbImage lazyload" data-src="/proxy.php?image=https%3A%2F%2Fi.imgur.com%2FbBSyc96.jpg&amp;hash=bcdb16468b6f1d30238b72bcd2a42a1b" data-url="https://i.imgur.com/bBSyc96.jpg" data-zoom-target="1" height="" src="data:image/gif;base64,R0lGODlhAQABAIAAAAAAAP///yH5BAEAAAAALAAAAAABAAEAAAIBRAA7" style="" title="" width=""/> <noscript><img alt="bBSyc96.jpg" class="bbImage" data-url="https://i.imgur.com/bBSyc96.jpg" data-zoom-target="1" height="" src="/proxy.php?image=https%3A%2F%2Fi.imgur.com%2FbBSyc96.jpg&amp;hash=bcdb16468b6f1d30238b72bcd2a42a1b" style="" title="" width=""/></noscript> </div></div>"Honestly Julian your such a bore this ball is for us as much as them. We survived, not all of our family did. As we lost members, so too are we gaining new ones. Were celebrating success in war, and a new generation of lovelies making their debut. The nobles lost soo many more members. This will renew their morale, you lead hounds and hawks dear brother, I know people."<br/><br/><div style="text-align: center"><div class="bbImageWrapper lazyload js-lbImage" data-lb-caption-extra-html="" data-lb-sidebar-href="" data-single-image="1" data-src="/proxy.php?image=https%3A%2F%2Fi.imgur.com%2Fq8ur0Cj.jpg&amp;hash=f60e6614f273185d621d646d0b58693d" title="q8ur0Cj.jpg"> <img alt="q8ur0Cj.jpg" class="bbImage lazyload" data-src="/proxy.php?image=https%3A%2F%2Fi.imgur.com%2Fq8ur0Cj.jpg&amp;hash=f60e6614f273185d621d646d0b58693d" data-url="https://i.imgur.com/q8ur0Cj.jpg" data-zoom-target="1" height="" src="data:image/gif;base64,R0lGODlhAQABAIAAAAAAAP///yH5BAEAAAAALAAAAAABAAEAAAIBRAA7" style="" title="" width=""/> <noscript><img alt="q8ur0Cj.jpg" class="bbImage" data-url="https://i.imgur.com/q8ur0Cj.jpg" data-zoom-target="1" height="" src="/proxy.php?image=https%3A%2F%2Fi.imgur.com%2Fq8ur0Cj.jpg&amp;hash=f60e6614f273185d621d646d0b58693d" style="" title="" width=""/></noscript> </div></div>"Ah brother she has you there ! I imagine our little sister has done an extensive study of people from her back and certainly knows how to motivate them."<br/><br/><div style="text-align: center"><div class="bbImageWrapper lazyload js-lbImage" data-lb-caption-extra-html="" data-lb-sidebar-href="" data-single-image="1" data-src="/proxy.php?image=https%3A%2F%2Fi.imgur.com%2FbBSyc96.jpg&amp;hash=bcdb16468b6f1d30238b72bcd2a42a1b" title="bBSyc96.jpg"> <img alt="bBSyc96.jpg" class="bbImage lazyload" data-src="/proxy.php?image=https%3A%2F%2Fi.imgur.com%2FbBSyc96.jpg&amp;hash=bcdb16468b6f1d30238b72bcd2a42a1b" data-url="https://i.imgur.com/bBSyc96.jpg" data-zoom-target="1" height="" src="data:image/gif;base64,R0lGODlhAQABAIAAAAAAAP///yH5BAEAAAAALAAAAAABAAEAAAIBRAA7" style="" title="" width=""/> <noscript><img alt="bBSyc96.jpg" class="bbImage" data-url="https://i.imgur.com/bBSyc96.jpg" data-zoom-target="1" height="" src="/proxy.php?image=https%3A%2F%2Fi.imgur.com%2FbBSyc96.jpg&amp;hash=bcdb16468b6f1d30238b72bcd2a42a1b" style="" title="" width=""/></noscript> </div></div>"Caine your disgusting too much time buggering your crew and you confuse your acts for the sublime romance of my life. Now, I'll make the arrangements for the ball, it will truly be a shining symbol of our return and rebirth of family. I shall make sure to time it with Tir'na'nog'th our children should see the full splendor of the realm."<br/><br/><div style="text-align: center"><div class="bbImageWrapper lazyload js-lbImage" data-lb-caption-extra-html="" data-lb-sidebar-href="" data-single-image="1" data-src="/proxy.php?image=https%3A%2F%2Fi.pinimg.com%2Foriginals%2F4a%2Fb0%2Fb0%2F4ab0b033ce0d2570364261bce3d9ec77.jpg&amp;hash=5b0158d0941e7955aedfa9cd6526b341" title="4ab0b033ce0d2570364261bce3d9ec77.jpg"> <img alt="4ab0b033ce0d2570364261bce3d9ec77.jpg" class="bbImage lazyload" data-src="/proxy.php?image=https%3A%2F%2Fi.pinimg.com%2Foriginals%2F4a%2Fb0%2Fb0%2F4ab0b033ce0d2570364261bce3d9ec77.jpg&amp;hash=5b0158d0941e7955aedfa9cd6526b341" data-url="https://i.pinimg.com/originals/4a/b0/b0/4ab0b033ce0d2570364261bce3d9ec77.jpg" data-zoom-target="1" height="" src="data:image/gif;base64,R0lGODlhAQABAIAAAAAAAP///yH5BAEAAAAALAAAAAABAAEAAAIBRAA7" style="" title="" width=""/> <noscript><img alt="4ab0b033ce0d2570364261bce3d9ec77.jpg" class="bbImage" data-url="https://i.pinimg.com/originals/4a/b0/b0/4ab0b033ce0d2570364261bce3d9ec77.jpg" data-zoom-target="1" height="" src="/proxy.php?image=https%3A%2F%2Fi.pinimg.com%2Foriginals%2F4a%2Fb0%2Fb0%2F4ab0b033ce0d2570364261bce3d9ec77.jpg&amp;hash=5b0158d0941e7955aedfa9cd6526b341" style="" title="" width=""/></noscript> </div></div>A slight shake of his head to Caine, "A war of words with Florimel just don't." looking to their littlest sister, "A royal ball is your battlefield sister."<br/><br/><div style="text-align: center"><div class="bbImageWrapper lazyload js-lbImage" data-lb-caption-extra-html="" data-lb-sidebar-href="" data-single-image="1" data-src="/proxy.php?image=https%3A%2F%2Fi.imgur.com%2FbBSyc96.jpg&amp;hash=bcdb16468b6f1d30238b72bcd2a42a1b" title="bBSyc96.jpg"> <img alt="bBSyc96.jpg" class="bbImage lazyload" data-src="/proxy.php?image=https%3A%2F%2Fi.imgur.com%2FbBSyc96.jpg&amp;hash=bcdb16468b6f1d30238b72bcd2a42a1b" data-url="https://i.imgur.com/bBSyc96.jpg" data-zoom-target="1" height="" src="data:image/gif;base64,R0lGODlhAQABAIAAAAAAAP///yH5BAEAAAAALAAAAAABAAEAAAIBRAA7" style="" title="" width=""/> <noscript><img alt="bBSyc96.jpg" class="bbImage" data-url="https://i.imgur.com/bBSyc96.jpg" data-zoom-target="1" height="" src="/proxy.php?image=https%3A%2F%2Fi.imgur.com%2FbBSyc96.jpg&amp;hash=bcdb16468b6f1d30238b72bcd2a42a1b" style="" title="" width=""/></noscript> </div></div>A look of relied crossed her features, "Thank you Benedict."

!Apocalypse Roleplay!

https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/apocalypse-roleplay.16245/

2020-05-12T11:31:00

Crowler

<span style="font-size: 22px"><u>Come and go as you please!</u></span><br/><br/>You can commit to this rp or not, it's really your choice!<br/>If the roleplay has commenced and you're new just slide in somewhere- doesn't matter how, you won't be left out.<br/><br/>Here's sum stuff:<br/><ul> <li data-xf-list-type="ul">Number of lines don't matter- no sweat.</li> <li data-xf-list-type="ul">Please don't control other characters.</li> <li data-xf-list-type="ul">Even if this isn't a very serious roleplay don't leave others out.</li> <li data-xf-list-type="ul">Please put a little bit of info about your character with your first reply, like name, age etc.</li> <li data-xf-list-type="ul">You can have more than one character.</li> </ul><br/>That's it...<br/>As for ideas, if you have any I'd love to hear them! I've got a few already that I'll add to this post, if we discuss more and have decided to add them to the theme or the roleplay I'll just update this post.<br/><br/>____________________________________________________________________________<br/><b><span style="font-size: 15px">This roleplay includes:</span><br/> <br/> Cannibals- </b>Known for devouring human meat, they normally don't come out until the sun is set.<br/>They're very aggressive and hostile, killing anyone edible- they're not known to ask questions.<br/><i>+ Move around in groups.<br/> </i><br/>That's all I have.<br/><i>_____________________________________________________________________________</i><br/><br/><b>Name</b>: Elijah Moore<br/><b>Nickname/s</b>: Eli<br/><b>Age</b>: 22<br/><b>Appearance</b>:<a class="link link--external" data-proxy-href="/proxy.php?link=https%3A%2F%2Fi.pinimg.com%2Foriginals%2Fd7%2F92%2F94%2Fd79294727bfaf49e0789f282fc3dee3b.jpg&amp;hash=94c5089f511e552db5f3f34ae1a144cf" href="https://i.pinimg.com/originals/d7/92/94/d79294727bfaf49e0789f282fc3dee3b.jpg" rel="nofollow ugc noopener" target="_blank">Elijah</a><a class="link link--external" data-proxy-href="/proxy.php?link=https%3A%2F%2Fi.pinimg.com%2Foriginals%2Fcb%2F84%2F64%2Fcb8464a10be6264af53335594f5838be.jpg&amp;hash=3ea4231b5a5b39330ac728c240bf0ed7" href="https://i.pinimg.com/originals/cb/84/64/cb8464a10be6264af53335594f5838be.jpg" rel="nofollow ugc noopener" target="_blank">Moore</a><br/><b>Nationality</b>: He's a mix or Russian and Australian.<br/><br/>Elijah was on the fifth floor of some old apartment complex, a skinny pale finger running down a stack of cd's placed on someones coffee table. "Though it's easy to pretend..." he mumbled, head bobbing along with the blaring headphone sitting in one ear, the other free and alert for any other sounds he may hear. "These guilty feet have got no rhythm~" he continued- did he like the song? Not really, but the beat was catchy and well... beggars can't be choosy, especially in this day and age. Eli frowned when a beep interrupted his music causing him to pull out the ipod stuffed in his jeans, "fuck." he muttered, the screen had revealed a low battery sign but maybe it was a good thing he thought- whoever had this ipod before him really had no taste in music. He turned it off and put the thing away, another apartment full of shit, the young male sighed and traded his crouching position for a standing one. Elijah woke up early this morning and the sun was only beginning to peek up behind the skyline, he was in search of food- he had nothing left. Normally he was on top of these things but he had made himself too comfortable in a small suburban area; there wasn't many places he hadn't checked so things were going dry, he was getting skinny.

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2020-05-13T05:13:00

Dylan.

Name: Delphine Monroe<br/>Nickname: Dellie<br/>Age: 20<br/>Appearance:<a class="link link--external" data-proxy-href="/proxy.php?link=https%3A%2F%2Fd6vrtzdlbankn.cloudfront.net%2Fwp-content%2Fuploads%2F2018%2F03%2FChandler_Kinney_436-683x1024.jpg&amp;hash=42dee6006457643249255d772f80d5b3" href="https://d6vrtzdlbankn.cloudfront.net/wp-content/uploads/2018/03/Chandler_Kinney_436-683x1024.jpg" rel="nofollow ugc noopener" target="_blank">Delphine</a><a class="link link--external" data-proxy-href="/proxy.php?link=https%3A%2F%2Fi2.wp.com%2Figlives.tv%2Fwp-content%2Fuploads%2F2020%2F03%2Fchandlerlkinney_feb29.jpg%3Ffit%3D1080%252C870%26ssl%3D1&amp;hash=d92e72221d4b499d6512907c5ff34fa2" href="https://i2.wp.com/iglives.tv/wp-content/uploads/2020/03/chandlerlkinney_feb29.jpg?fit=1080%2C870&amp;ssl=1" rel="nofollow ugc noopener" target="_blank">Monroe</a><br/>Nationality: a mix of African and British<br/><br/>Delphine stood at the top of a six story building, the light of the rising sun somewhat hindering her vision, looking over the desolate and broken city, the wind whipping at her long, knotted curls. Her bottom lip held between her teeth as she surveyed her surroundings, wishing there was a way out of this hell. With one earbud in, the five foot one girl stepped down from the ledge and huffed out an aggressive breath, picking up her sword and the pacing begun. This was her daily routine, the stress of survival was nothing new but the threat of being eaten alive added its own little something to her anxiety. After about five minutes she stopped and looked back out at the streets, her grip tightening over the handle of her blade, the weight of not only her life but also her only slightly younger sisters life was in her hands.

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2020-05-13T18:38:00

Dagothorn

<b>Name</b>: Edwin Adonye<br/><b>Nickname/s</b>: Eddie<br/><b>Age</b>: 27<br/><b>Appearance</b>:<a class="link link--external" data-proxy-href="/proxy.php?link=https%3A%2F%2Fwww.google.com%2Furl%3Fsa%3Di%26url%3Dhttps%253A%252F%252Fabc.com%252Fshows%252Fstumptown%252Fcast%252Fmichael-ealy%26psig%3DAOvVaw2XvzD9JG8TcjUZcYp54SZR%26ust%3D1589473605562000%26source%3Dimages%26cd%3Dvfe%26ved%3D0CAIQjRxqFwoTCODL-t6gsekCFQAAAAAdAAAAABAO&amp;hash=8bb867ada7a2dab3c0b2d26585a0a5b6" href="https://www.google.com/url?sa=i&amp;url=https%3A%2F%2Fabc.com%2Fshows%2Fstumptown%2Fcast%2Fmichael-ealy&amp;psig=AOvVaw2XvzD9JG8TcjUZcYp54SZR&amp;ust=1589473605562000&amp;source=images&amp;cd=vfe&amp;ved=0CAIQjRxqFwoTCODL-t6gsekCFQAAAAAdAAAAABAO" rel="nofollow ugc noopener" target="_blank">Michael Ealy</a><br/><b>Nationality</b>: African American<br/><br/>Edwin moved slowly through down the block, careful to only move when needed. He'd been hunting the deer for hours, but finally he was in striking distance. Meals were difficult to come by on a normal basis, but he was thankful that his survival training with the Rangers had prepared him for just such a circumstance. He never expected to be doing so with a complex bow in a city becoming overgrown with shrubs and burnt out cars, but here he was. Having emerged from his shift in the secret missile base those years ago, He had wondered at once just how many people remained in the world... a million? Less? How many others were immune to what had killed... no that wasn't the word... 'transformed' everyone? The horror of finding that what survived was far worse then simple death. The shambling, unyielding hordes that stalked the country side, made life...difficult. Worse still, ammunition was beyond scarce. All the ammo stores and depots he found were looted, or there contents long since rendered inoperable. He notched an arrow carefully, steadied his aim, and finally let an arrow fly towards it's target, hoping that this time he didn't miss.

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2020-05-13T18:56:00

Dylan.

Delphine slid her sword back into its sheathe and grabbed the leather strap attached to the make shift zip line she and her sister had come up with. She released her weight and pushed off with a slight kick towards to roof of a munch smaller gas station near the trees. With a soft thud, she landed, staying low as she once again checked around her to make sure she hadn’t missed any of the walking nightmares nearby. After a minute she jumped from the roof and walked into the small convenience store that looked as if it had gotten a train ran on it by four tornadoes. She kicked useless things out of the that of her heavy black combat books and took the black duffel bag off her shoulders so she could grab more supplies, or what was left from the diminishing stock.

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2020-05-13T19:56:00

Dagothorn

<span style="font-family: 'Arial'"><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#bfbfbf">The arrow Edwin let fly founds it's mark, and the deer was struck center mass. Birds fluttered away from the deadly strike, and for a moment there was a small amount of commotion. As the deer staggered and fell, something else caught Edwin's eye. A figure dropping to the ground with quiet grace and balance. <br/> <br/> At first he was stunned, and hid himself behind a burnt out van, the smell of rust and old oil struck him as he contemplated what he'd seen. He put on his gloves, and pulled off the goggles from his face as he tried to reconcile what he'd just seen. <br/> <br/> A human, not one of the mindless monsters who shuffled too and fro with no desire but to feed. They couldn't move like that, at least he hoped they couldn't. Was he losing it, finally, after so much time alone? Was his mind finally losing grip on the reality? There was only one way to be sure. <br/> <br/> Rising from his position, he carefully navigated down the small side street, careful to make as little noise as possible. The small store was exactly the type of place he tried to avoid. The last store he entered had almost cost him his life when the roof caved in, and the shambling creatures came from seemingly everywhere at once. <br/> <br/> But how to say hello? What if they were armed as he was? That would be poetic, the last two beings on the planet murdering each other. 'Twilight Zone eat your heart out' he thought to himself. <br/> </span></span><br/>Finally, he walked towards the entrance, making a bird call, that he hoped wouldn't attract the infected, but alert the inhabitant he was there.

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2020-05-13T20:10:00

Dylan.

Delphine wasn’t exactly completely focused but with as far back in the store she was, if they happened to shuffle in after following her scent she would surely hear them. Try weren’t the quietest of creatures. But the last thing she had expected was to see any other fully living being. Though these days, nothing could be completely ruled out. Nothing. She in the middle of stuffing more peroxide into her bag when she heard the weird call. Her eyes widened and her head snapped up. She remained crouched down but the bag was quickly zipped and her hand was on her blade as she slowly made her way around the aisles to peek at what... or who... the sound had emitted from.<br/>Her hazel eyes trained on the large man standing in the doorway and she had to question herself, “Do zombies know how to whistle?” She mumbled, the lack of light not giving her the full view. Should she full on take this chance? Knowing that if she was wrong she could very well die and leave her sister to fend for herself. Not that she wasn’t capable, she just didn’t like the idea of her sister being alone. She remained in the shadows, her eyes not moving from this man as she moved behind the cash register to put something between them. She took a deep breath before pulling out her sword and holding it to the mans jugular, giving her room for a clean slice if she needed it. She simply cleared her throat to make her sound more threatening, “Are you one of them?” She asked quite possibly the absolute dumbest question, and the first question to come to mind.

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2020-05-13T20:28:00

Dagothorn

He moved into the store and whistled again... nothing. He almost a breathed a sigh of relief. He wasn't sure what would be worse... finding no one, or finding someone who wasn't happy to see another human being. Then he felt something move swiftly out of his view, he turned his head, and pulled a single solitary arrow from the quiver on his side. He wasn't fast enough, whatever it was got behind him and a sharp edge of metal was at his neck at once. The metal was cold and in the dim light of the store almost glinted.<br/><br/>He was sure now... it was worse.<br/><br/>"Are you one of them?"<br/><br/>The question was a strange one. Them? Who was them? Was she them, was anything... them. He had to answer but he found words tough to form.<br/><br/>"No... are you?" He stated calmly, as he dropped the razor sharp arrow on the ground. He didn't dare move, he didn't even breath. He stood there praying to something eternal that whoever this was didn't kill him.

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2020-05-13T20:56:00

Dylan.

She blew a long brown curl from out of her face as she stared the man down. Her eyes trained on him and each movement he made to bring his weapon down until he stopped all movements completely. He seemed just as confused by her question as she was, but hey, give her a break. She wasn’t exactly prepared for any moment like this. He was obviously not dead. Nope. Very much a live and breathing and not going apeshit at the sight of her living flesh. She took a second to think about her next question as she studied him before she realized the sound could have been some sort of code. Was she being ambushed right now? “How many more are with you?” She asked him more aggressively, actually angry she put herself in this position when she should’ve just ran.

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2020-05-13T21:26:00

Dagothorn

<span style="font-family: 'Arial'"><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#bfbfbf">"Ok, so we have you surrounded, there's a whole army outside, and we've come to take back this store for glory of Spain." He said in a dead pan voice as the woman continued to question. He could see she wasn't seeing his sarcasm. It was a female, or at least it sounded like one, but he couldn't see much else. He remained still, and then spoke up again.<br/> <br/> "Listen I haven't seen another person since... I can't remember ok? I thought you were a figment of my imagination. Hell, I could still be hallucinating." He said and took a moment to breath. Then realized all at once that what he said could be true. <br/> <br/> "So...you going to kill me, or put the damn sword down? I'm not overly found of sharp metal near my neck." He finished by folding his arms and awaiting her decision. If she was going to kill him, she could at least do it quickly, it was the civil thing to do.</span></span>

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2020-05-13T21:39:00

Dylan.

Delphine rolled her eyes and snorted, “Sarcasm isn’t the best thing to use when someone is easily in the position to kill you.” She informed him but still pulled the long blade away from his neck, glancing outside to make sure they weren’t drawing attention from unwanted onlookers. Though she didn’t have the sword to his neck she still held it right, just in case. You can’t be too careful with people no a days, “So you followed what could’ve been a hallucination, leading you to your death?” She asked him. She didn’t have the heart to kill him. Killing people didn’t exactly sit well with her. As it shouldn’t with any decent person.

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2020-05-13T21:54:00

Dagothorn

"Generally speaking hallucinations don't kill you... those... things... they do the real work." He said as he rubbed his neck making sure he wasn't cut by the blade she carried.<br/><br/>"I haven't seen another living person in... three months, maybe longer. The last 'people' I saw weren't-" He stopped trying to think of the words. After seeing what they did, he wasn't about to describe them.<br/><br/>"Lets' just say they weren't warm and cuddly." He said as retrieved the arrow from the ground and put it back in it's quiver. Putting the bow back on his shoulder, he looked over his would be murderer. He'd seen the murderous used-tobe people, killing each other for sport, and other unspeakable things. But they weren't human, or at least, they were trying awfully hard not to be.<br/><br/>"My name is Eddie, you got a name or is the sword pretty much it?." He said calmly as he looked around the store.

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2020-05-13T22:25:00

Dylan.

The smaller woman slowly made her way around the counter that stood between them, not taking her eyes off of him and shrugged, “Delphine.” She replied, still very cautious of him. There was no harm in allowing him to know her name right? Eddie... she repeated in her mind, figuring it would be a while before she saw anyone besides her sister. Speaking of, how long had she been here? She cleared her throat as she came to stand at least five feet in front of him, “So you’re out here on your own?” She questioned suspiciously, though the only reason she wasn’t alone was that she just happened to not be an only child. He could still take her supplies for himself. Her lack of trust had been instilled in her by her parents and reinforced by a group of her “friends” she had survived with in the beginning, providing her with the wicked scar across her back.

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2020-05-14T16:03:00

Dagothorn

He looked her over again after her question. Was she still sizing him up? Did it matter?<br/><br/>"Yeah." He didn't want to recount the hell he'd survived, not now, not ever if it was possible.<br/><br/>"I was part of an army unit. Got separated when it all-" He didn't want to recount the nightmare of watching whatever it was rip through the barracks and the sheer panic of trying to escape. The shooting, the looting, the bands of soldiers who devolved into nothing more then ravenous beasts overnight.<br/><br/>"-When the<b>Hunger</b>hit, I found a bunker near Fort Willis outside of town, a few of us hid there. They decided to leave," He forced himself to remember the weeks and weeks he spent inside, arguing with those who couldn't take the isolation. Five became three, then two, and when one committed suicide...there was one.<br/><br/>"<b>They </b>never came back, and I ran out of food." He admitted. She didn't need to know everything. The Hunger didn't need explaining. You just knew what it was when you saw it. Those who were immune could only fight or flee, and if you fought, you were only delaying the inevitable.<br/><br/>"Pretty good with that sword, you alone too?" He asked as he began to notice that there was very little in the store worth looting.

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2020-05-14T17:44:00

Dylan.

Harmless. He seemed harmless. Is what she thought as she listened to him talk. But so does everyone until they’re given a choice. Or lack there of one. She pushed he wild mane of curls back out of her face, her long hard was now becoming quite a nuisance but she loved it too much to cut it.<br/>“A soldier huh.... “ she tilted her head, imagining him in the military uniform and then she shrugged, looking down at the sword in her hands, “I’m decent.... but no. I’m not.” She told him honestly, though she would’ve said yes even if she wasn’t alone. Who knows what men get up to in this apocalyptic world. “Which reminds me. I’ve been out here for too long.” She starts to walk past him and stops just short of the door and sighs, “if you’re actually alone...you can come too. But don’t try anything funny, because i will not hesitate to cut your hands off.” She looks back in an intimidating fashion.

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2020-05-14T18:58:00

Dagothorn

IT made sense now. If she had been alone, she probably would have slipped by him. She was protecting someone, someone beyond herself. If nothing else, she was still... human. He took stock of himself, and pulled the googles back on. He took a breath and tried to relax. The sword she wielded had him on edge... that and the millions of post-humans who could come down upon them at any moment.<br/><br/>"Yeah... I'm kinda attached to them." He said with a slight smirk. He fell in behind her as she looked to exit.<br/><br/>"Made a kill of a deer down the avenue, we could-" He looked in the direction of his kill, but instead of quiet street, he saw something far worse then dilapidated buildings. Several humanoid forms were devouring the deer, unaware of them. They usually didn't come out into the day unless they were hungry, or there was a large number of them. These three had to be ravenous.<br/><br/>"Damn." he said under his breath. He tapped the woman's' shoulder to get her to notice the figures and put a finger to his lips. He throw up an army hand symbol to indicate the danger, the number, and direction. He quickly nocked an arrow, wondering what Delphine's move would be. His instinct was to move off, nice and slow, but that had it's own risks.

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2020-05-15T02:49:00

Dylan.

Delphine sighed and looked back at him, annoyed, “Oh Soldier Eddie.... I thought you were smart.” She groaned and looked around to see if there were anymore. She had an escape route. She always did. When she and her sister came to this city she made she to get to know it very well, “alright soldier Eddie, we have two options. We could just run, avoid all the commotion on the off chance we end up attracting more...or...” she began to smile, killing zombies were her favorite part about going out, “we keep quiet and take em out. “ she suggested

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2020-05-15T03:44:00

Crowler

(Won't be able to get back on again till tomorrow.)<br/><br/>Elijah looked around the lounge he was standing in the middle of, his eyes- a dull colour, jumped around the room one last time. For a moment he let himself feel like he was back in time, just another morning by himself, a morning to put on his favourite track and dance to it while he made breakfast. He'll get a text from his mother soon no doubt- asking him when he was coming over, he went every day... life was good. Eli felt a small, genuine smile creep to his lips, it caught him off guard "whoa..." he breathed, what a trip. He shook his head as if to get rid of those thoughts and mentally prepared himself for the next apartment. Five floors had been cleared out of the six he was in but it didn't mean anything, there was danger around every corner if you'd let it. Taking another deep breath he made his way to the exit, the light from the early rays of sun now beamed through the windows to guide his way.<br/><br/>Okay, last room till level six; he tightened the grip on his nail covered bat and raised it over his shoulder- ready to bat a zombie head right out the park. The boy took one last deep breath before he entered, the lounge was clear and the kitchen too- soon the hall was safe and the rooms as well. Elijah let out the breath he felt like he hadn't let out since entering the place followed by a deep sigh- one of relief- he'd hate to admit it, but the feeling of walking in to something as simple as an apartment room with the fear of getting your face ripped off really was a thrill- a familiar rush he was beginning to enjoy.<br/><br/>Eli placed his bat down along the kitchen bench, but before he started to loot he decided to walk over to the window where the warmth of the sun touched his face. As he was taking in the rays though, a activity in the corner of his eye forced his attention. His eyebrows furrowed and bought his focus over to what he now recognised to be zombies. "What the fuck?" he whispered, the sun was out- the heat during the day normally drains the life from those things... makes them sluggish, so why were they there? They were feeding but on what? The young male didn't have a clue. His eyes instinctively started to scan the remaining terrain, the rubble he hand't yet cared to take in along with the darker gaps between buildings- and that's where he saw them, two figures who he honestly thought to be mystical beings. A wide teeth filled smile covered his face along with a chuckle, he quickly put a hand over his mouth to stop it, but the smile remained. How?! why?! He thought, but the biggest question that came to mind was who? Who were they? Eli then started to think maybe it wasn't what those zombies were eating... but who they were eating. It all makes sense doesn't it? They were eating someone!<br/><br/>The young male grabbed his bat and sprinted in to action. Making his was down the complex he clearly didn't care to think about how the couple could be a danger to him, it was seemingly childish- the way he was dealing with the situation, but right now? Who cares. They were living! Breath filled their lungs, they had pulses... heart beats- they were human. After making it down the last flight of stairs he stopped himself in the doorway- they weren't too far off from where he was, he wanted to help them but taking a closer look he found that it was an animal... a deer maybe? Now that he could see those two a little more closely realisation suddenly struck and he quickly hid himself behind the wall . "C'mon Eli what are you thinking??" he hissed to himself, mixed emotions begun to arise, but instead of fleeing he decided to stay and watch... why hadn't they left yet? their kill was clearly gone- it'd be safer to run... that's what he always did, of course he wasn't much of a fighter to begin with.

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2020-05-16T23:53:00

Dylan.

(did you guys die )

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2020-05-18T20:47:00

BoundObsession

Name: Angelina Crawford<br/>Nickname: Angie (don't call her Angel)<br/>Age: 35<br/>Appearance:<a class="link link--external" data-proxy-href="/proxy.php?link=https%3A%2F%2Fi.pinimg.com%2Foriginals%2F7d%2Fa4%2F31%2F7da43199128c25c739a235321c2ef9fd.jpg&amp;hash=c891a809975f9410f59ebac15b14eee2" href="https://i.pinimg.com/originals/7d/a4/31/7da43199128c25c739a235321c2ef9fd.jpg" rel="nofollow ugc noopener" target="_blank">Adrianne</a><a class="link link--external" data-proxy-href="/proxy.php?link=https%3A%2F%2Fi.pinimg.com%2Foriginals%2F78%2F7e%2F6b%2F787e6bbff7b27adaa4079750b7a44caf.jpg&amp;hash=c86c1915f38df0283c3f8bdeb6dcb64d" href="https://i.pinimg.com/originals/78/7e/6b/787e6bbff7b27adaa4079750b7a44caf.jpg" rel="nofollow ugc noopener" target="_blank">Palicki</a><br/><br/>Former military and former cop (though did anyone ever stop being military or cop?), Angie had been in a lot of bad situations. This really wasn't the worst. Well, maybe it was, but she was trying to put a positive spin on the situation. When the city went to hell overnight, she'd tried to "serve and protect" until there was no one left to serve or protect. Then raiding the precinct armory for some firepower she'd stuffed into an army duffel bag, she'd went looking for a place to hunker down and ride out the storm. She chose a high rise. Yes, that was so predictable. But as a former Army sniper, she wanted the high ground. While there was still power to the elevators, she rode to the top floor and laid claim to the penthouse suite. Then she proceeded to pile as much heavy crap as she could find on the second floor against the stairwell doors on the first floor. And disabled the elevators. Anyone entering the ground floor were blocked from using the stairwells and found the elevators out of service. After that, she began clearing each apartment all the way to the top floor. It appeared the apartment building was still under construction, though. Most apartments were bare. The penthouse had probably been finished because it was where the owner of the building was staying during construction. The lower levels had plywood over the windows, probably awaiting delivery of real windows. And to prevent vandalism during construction. Which was perfect for her. This was hardly a fortress, but it would suit Angie's purposes.<br/><br/>Angie's next project was to run zip lines from her building to the three closest adjoining buildings. She wanted multiple escape routes from her fortress. But she made sure the zip lines could be quickly severed to keep someone from using them to get to her. She doubted the human-turned-flesh-eating monsters would know how to use a zip line. But in this new dog-eat-dog world, the monsters weren't necessarily the biggest threat. No, the biggest threat was from humans who had lost their moral compass as a result of the apocalypse. She'd had to put down a few fuckers who ignored her uniform and saw her only as a piece of ass with a gun, both of which they wanted in the worst way. In the process, she'd been stabbed and shot more times than during all her tours in Iraq<br/><br/>Someone (probably the owner of the building) had set up cameras on all four corners of the high rise and linked them to a TV monitor. She was watching the surrounding area on that closed circuit TV while watching a DVD movie on another TV. That's how she knew the monsters had come out during the day. They normally only came out at night, so this caught Angie's attention. Grabbing her sniper's rifle, she went out on the penthouse terrace and gazed down on the street. A dead deer had drawn them out into the sunlight? The monsters didn't move fast enough to catch a deer, so what had killed the deer? Then she spotted the couple at the door of the convenience store.<br/><br/>"Shit," Angie muttered. Sometimes it sucked being a cop. Or former cop. They'd drilled the "serve and protect" slogan into her brain so deep, that though she wanted to ignore people in danger, she felt obliged to do something. She screwed a silencer on the end of the rifle. It would lower the velocity of the bullet. But shooting downward and from this distance, a shot to the head would still put these monsters down. The idea was to kill the monsters as quietly as possible so as not to draw more of them out into the streets.<br/><br/>Checking the wind sock on the corner of the building for any sign of wind, she saw there was a slight breeze. Not enough to throw off her shots, but maybe enough to drown out the sound from the silencer. Flicking the cover off her scope, she zeroed in on her first target.<br/><br/>ptui . . . . . ptui . . . . . ptui . . . . . ptui<br/><br/>The dumb fuckers didn't even look up her way. Only looked at each other as one after the other went down, their brains splattered all over the pavement. Flicking the cap down on her scope once more so the sun wouldn't shine on the lens, she dropped behind the terrace wall. She had no reason to advertise her location to the couple down below. For all she knew, they could be as much a threat to her as the monsters. She'd noticed a lone guy on the roof of a building down the street and hoped he hadn't seen her.

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2020-05-18T21:48:00

Dylan.

Delphine hadn’t even gotten the chance to step towards the science experiments gone wrong before they dropped to the ground. Her eyes widened and she whipped around, trying to find who had just taken all of the thrill out of her day as her black mane swung out behind her. It was obvious she was angry as her hazel eyes searched the roof tops, landing on a small blond boy, “No way...” she whispered. Of all days for her to encounter another person, she had to meet more. This was too much. This is what overwhelmed her, not the possibility of becoming one of those freaky beings.<br/>“We have to go.” She nudged Eddie towards the route she takes to get back to the building she left her sister guarding. At this point she didn’t care that she had just met him she just needed to get away from all these new threats that she hadn’t even considered.

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2020-05-19T10:23:00

Crowler

Elijah continued to look on with furrowed eyebrows, he had every intention of pretty much waltzing up to the pair while making his way down the building just seconds ago, but he completely lost his nerve. The boy was having a tug of war, his brain was telling him to make a run for it- pretend he had seen nothing and forget about it... but his heart told him to stay. He yearned for human interaction, just something that'd at least open its mouth to warmly greet you with an 'hello' when it saw you- those words alone could definitely make him the happiest guy alive. Eli was too caught up in his own head but sudden commotion from the small group of zombies only meters away from him brought him out of it. One of the zombies heads flung back, blood from the creature now splattered out on to the road behind it and it only took a second longer for it's body to drop. Elijah could only watch on with widened eyes as the others fell like flies. He quickly pulled his head back so now he was entirely behind the brick wall, those walkers were undoubtedly sniped- a bullet through each of their skulls- on target every time... and it was done so quickly.<br/><br/>The light haired male squeezed his eyes shut while taking deep breaths to calm himself, he then opened them and slowly peered behind the brick wall- the girl out of the pair looked to be distressed in his eyes. He watched as she frantically began to scan the area which let Elijah know the sniper wasn't with them. He continued to watch until her hazel eyes met with his grey ones. 'Fuck!' he thought, clearly he was no longer just an onlooker, completely unaware the one that had shot those things had actually seen him too. ''Uh w-wait!'' Elijah shouted though not meaning it, ''please.'' He insisted, though this time minding the level of his tone. He wasn't sure what he was doing- not even what he was going to say, he just didn't want them to leave. The boy had his hands up and tried to appear as nonthreatening as possible- he didn't want them to get the wrong idea. Elijah now had both feet on the road but he didn't dare get any closer, instead he took in the couples faces and thought of his next move.<br/><br/>''I'm Eli,'' he stated deciding to settle for Delphine as the one to talk with. ''I've honestly been watching you for awhile now-'' the boy silently scolded himself for that line- ''I mean, I've been watching you both, not for very long though... I was looting that building.'' one of the hands he was still holding up gestured to the apartment complex behind him, ''That's when I saw you two, I'm gonna be honest it... it was a pleasant surprise, I can't believe you're real.'' he said shamelessly, a little seemingly immature too seeing as that sniper was probably still around.<br/><br/>Little did the four know, all the commotion- be it from Elijah's careless greeting or the odour from the deer, they had attracted more zombies a couple blocks from them, silently gathering and heading in there direction.

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2020-05-19T17:52:00

Dylan.

Delphine was ready to go and urging Eddie to move when she heard yelling. Today was just not her day. She looked back at the boy, her anger very much evident as she turned to face him. Every thing that came out of his mouth ended up pissing her off. At this point she wished she had just run away from Eddie so she could’ve avoided this hotmess of a situation. Her right hand bawled into a fist and her left hand gripped her sword, “So because you got your dick hard seeing people you had to fucking yell?” She asked him in a quiet but aggressive tone. The same tone that angry mothers used. Her brown cheeks were turning red. There was no way she was going to die because of someone else’s stupidity, “What. The fuck. Is. Wrong with you.” She forced through gritted teeth. She repeated the words, ‘I’m not a Murder’ in her head several times as she stared the boy down, trying to calm herself down before her anger certainly got the better of her. But his excitement is what bothered her the most. At least Eddie had the decency to approach quietly, though it almost got him killed.

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2020-05-19T20:11:00

BoundObsession

Army snipers are solitary individuals by nature. They might have a spotter that they work closely with, But for the most part, they prefer to find a hidden spot on the top of a hill and take out targets from long distance, leaving the rest of the unit gathered below and ready for battle. When Angie left the Army and became a cop, she chose an entirely different culture than the one she was leaving. Community policing required the cops to become one with the neighborhood. And Angie was the first to admit that she had trouble socializing with others. As an Army sniper, she excelled. As a cop, she sucked. She tried to empathize with the people around her and to make friends, but her solitary nature tended to get in the way.<br/><br/>Sitting down behind the wall, Angie remained in place, trying to grapple with the realization that there were other living breathing people in her neighborhood. Her first instinct was to ignore them. When the apocalypse began, she'd tried to make friends with others. But they either looked at her guns and backed away, scared. Or they looked at her guns, wanting to take them from her, even if they had to kill her for them. Or they looked at her guns and her boobs and saw her as fresh meat to prey upon.<br/><br/>She was certain there were still good people out there. But she'd met too many psychopaths who acted friendly and normal until they got close enough to attack.<br/><br/><b><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff4d4d">"Uh w-wait! Please."</span></b><br/><br/>Now what was that idiot yelling for? He was going to wake up the rest of the monsters in the neighborhood. But she couldn't yell out for him to be quiet. Muttering a curse, Angie stood up and peered over the wall, exposing herself against her better judgement. She ignored the three humans below, preferring to scan through her scope up and down the street to see if loudmouth had drawn the attention of anything non-human. He had.<br/><br/>Six floors up, she could see further than the three on the ground. There was a gathering of the monsters two blocks away and down a crossing street. They would be visible to the three down below once they reached the intersection. Was it the scent of deer that was attracting them, the scent of humans or the loud voice of the doofus below? Angie decided it really didn't matter. Picking up a rock off the terrace, she threw it at the head of the kid that had caused all the commotion. And waited for one of them to look up so she could point in the direction where the monsters were about to appear.

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2020-05-20T09:06:00

Crowler

Elijah almost flinched when her eyes met his again, she was pissed and honestly he didn't blame her- maybe she didn't like new faces? Though who was he kidding- it was definitely the fact that he had opened his gob and shouted whatever came to mind first to get the pairs attention. What did make the male flinch though was her tone and first choice of words,<i> 'ouch'</i>he thought, the smile on his face slowly dwindling. She was smaller than him- he had the advantage there... but her mouth, even those eyes- he may as well punch his own teeth in. "U-um well..." Is all he could muster before she continued, hell if he was a dog right now he'd have his tail between his legs. He really didn't think this through at all though- she could of put a bullet right between his eyes before even letting him get a word in.<br/><br/>Once she was finished 'greeting' him Eli sheepishly scratched his head "I'm sorry, it's just... I've be-" he cut himself off- or was rather cut off by a small thud "ouch." he hissed, it was a little painful- enough to make him rub his head at least. Whatever had caused the sound then fell on to the road luring his eyes to ground. It was a small rock... Elijah furrowed his eyebrows once more and passed a look at the girl in front of him before instinctively looking up and noticed a a figure maybe... five- six block up? In the building behind them. The sun was pretty high in the sky so he had to squint a little to even try and get a decent look but he knew it was another person.<br/><br/>"What are the odds?" He mumbled, wanting to verbalise his thoughts to the strangers.<br/><br/>Another one, another human being... was this the sniper that killed those zombies moments ago? Well... they chose a rock over a bullet to hurl at his head so that was a good start? At least compared to the first encounter with the girl in front of him- her eyes had already killed him ten time over.

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2020-05-20T09:30:00

Dylan.

Delphine was just about to make her quick exit, not wanting to be around for whatever he had stirred up with his loud mouth when a rock came flying at him. Did she say anything? Absolutely not. If she wasn’t going to hit or hurt him, she didn’t mind if something else did. Her eyes moved from him to the direction the rock had actually come from to see a figure at the top of a building pointing aggressively at the intersection.<br/><br/>she whipped her head around, hearing the combined soft grunts and groaned of the undead, “Fuck.” She swore and shot a glare back at the taller guy and shook her head, “We have to go.” Though she did want to get her fill of nightmare beings slaughter, she had no idea how many there were and she didn’t want to put her skills to the test that badly.<br/><br/>If she wanted to leave the annoying creature behind, it wouldn’t have been the first time she allowed someone to die. Some people weren’t made for this chapter of the world, and that’s okay. But the better part of her couldn’t leave him. He looked kind of... in a sense of nicer words... sad. She had no idea how he survived this long, especially if all it took to break him down emotionally was her words. She sighed as she started walking away, “Let’s go.” She said to no one in particular but it was aimed at both of them.<br/>(if we just leave homie here does he die lol or do we pretend he’s coming with us since he’s not active rn? )

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2020-05-20T09:40:00

BoundObsession

((I don't know, to be honest. I just sent him a PM asking if he's still with us. We can hold off until tomorrow and see if he responds.))

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2020-05-20T09:43:00

Crowler

(If he doesn't respond tomorrow we'll say he went his own way in case he feels like coming back.)

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2020-05-20T15:27:00

Dylan.

(alright cool )

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2020-05-22T10:41:00

Crowler

Elijah tilted his head to the side a little bit- what is that guy doing? Oh, pointing... pointing at- he diverted his gaze from the figure on the top floor and settled his eyes on an intersection about a block away- repeating this motion to make sure that's where they were pointing. At first he didn't see anything so his head turned towards the stranger he had met earlier, only her mouth opened before his could.<br/><br/>"Fuck." She said. '<i>Fuck?' </i>Elijah frowned back at her glare, his heart sort of dropping at the way she said it too. Before the young male even turned to look back at the intersection he already knew- how could he not? Finally his eyes met with the terror now spilling out on to the road.<i>Now</i>what did he feel? Scared was a good one but somehow it was more embarrassment. Embarrassed of his first reaction when he saw the duo, embarrassed of his first words to them- like an 'hey how's it going' automatically made someone friends... though ultimately he was embarrassed at the fact he had pretty much shouted at them to get their attention, keeping your voice down or better yet your mouth shut was a rule he always followed- so why'd he have to go get all giddy and break it?<br/><br/>The male seemed to have zoned out while staring at the ever increasing mass making its way towards them, his cheeks slightly red from his thoughts. The only thing that seemed to bring him out of it was the girls voice telling them to leave.<br/><br/>"Hey wait a second." he replied, moving in to a lazy sort of half jog to close the distance between the two. When he was by her side he leaned over a little and peered at the girls face "It's okay, look." he started pointing over to the zombies, "the suns at it's highest right now so those fuckers are moving like slugs- it'll take them another ten to even cover the block between us." he finished calmly, trying to make light of the situation hoping a glare isn't what he got in return.<br/><br/>Elijah silently looked over the girl, she wasn't scary, he thought, stand-offish? Though these times hardened people he felt maybe it was a front- though for what? He let his eyes trace her profile and the curls of hair that covered her shoulders- surely there's more than just a tough veneer? Anyway, instead of waiting for a reply the boy tore from her direction and settled for the building they had seen the figure in "c'mon." He told her, slowly opening the door and peering his head in giving her no time to object. He made sure there were no surprises for them when they got in- his leg stretching out behind him to have his foot act door stopper so the girl could trail in after him.<br/><br/>Elijah didn't really have a plan, he was really only betting on the fact that since this sniper on the top floor had helped then evade danger, they'd be somewhat willing to at least let them wait out the decayed mob slowly flooding the street.

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2020-05-22T18:52:00

Dylan.

Today was cursed. It had to be. Because if it wasn’t why was all of this happening? I mean sure, things have been awful since the outbreak, but it quickly became bearable, tolerable even. But watching the tall blond just continued to make her anger bubble in its little pot. She had a very short fuse and very little patience for others. It’s almost like he didn’t care for his life.<br/><br/>She had been half way to the alleyway she took to get back to her hideout when he spoke up. it’s okay?<i> It’s okay?! </i>It didn’t matter to her how fast or slow they were. It was the fact that she was in this position in the first place and it wasn’t her doing. Her intense hazel eyes narrowed as the once iconic Nicki minaj audio played in her head,<i>Are you dumb?</i>She looked back at the slow moving mob and huffed in irritation as she walked into the building after him.<br/><br/>As she walked she continued to make calculations in her head. Trying to figure out how long it would take for the hoard to disperse and hoping that her sister was smart enough to not even think about coming to look for her if she didn’t come back tonight. Oh she prayed her sister was smart enough not to. She hadn’t put her sword away since she walked out of the gas station and she didn’t plan on it any time soon. They way the blond moved seemed as though he had no clue what he was doing. That much was very much obvious with the way he yelled for her attention before hand.

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2020-05-22T19:41:00

BoundObsession

((OK, I've written my post with Edwin still a part of the group. If you think he's gone, I can easily change the post accordingly.))<br/><br/>Angie had started to resign herself to remaining behind to cover the retreat of the three real-life humans below. She could pick off the front members of monster mob coming down the street and see if those following them might stop to feed on their carcasses. But she'd never seen these monstrosities feed on themselves. They always seemed to prefer fresh human meat.<br/><br/>Then the guy that made all the noise and started the problem, ran for the front door of her building. Could he possibly make matters any worse for everyone? Every single day since she'd occupied this building, she'd piled more building materials, furniture, and anything else that was heavy against the stairwell doors on the first floor. Ensuring the doors couldn't ever be opened by a monster invasion. And she'd disabled the elevators with the cars locked on the top floor. Commercial power in the city had gone down shortly thereafter. So entering the lobby of the building was like walking into a dead end alley. The zip lines to the surrounding buildings were her entrance and exit, since she had no intention of walking in the streets any more than necessary.<br/><br/>Angie glanced at the backup generator the owner of the building had thoughtfully installed in the corner of the patio. Did that thing have enough juice to power an elevator one last time? Grabbing a 100 foot power cord she'd plugged into the auxiliary outlet of the generator, she ran through the living room and out into the hallway, to the room housing the elevator equipment. Plugging the end into a backup power plug, she turned the power to the elevators back on. And sent one of the elevators down to the lobby. Then she ran back to the patio wall to grab her rifle and watch the monsters, hoping they didn't spot which building the three humans had entered. The last thing she needed was the guy with the loud mouth leading the monsters to her building like a modern day Pied Piper.

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2020-06-07T00:55:00

BoundObsession

((OOC: So what did I do wrong that brought this role play to a grinding halt?))

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2020-06-07T01:17:00

Dylan.

i don’t know, i like this roleplay ))

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2021-03-20T12:19:00

UsernameTaken

Name: Nico Scaletta<br/>age: 23<br/>appearance:<script class="js-extraPhrases" type="application/json"> { "lightbox_close": "Close", "lightbox_next": "Next", "lightbox_previous": "Previous", "lightbox_error": "The requested content cannot be loaded. Please try again later.", "lightbox_start_slideshow": "Start slideshow", "lightbox_stop_slideshow": "Stop slideshow", "lightbox_full_screen": "Full screen", "lightbox_thumbnails": "Thumbnails", "lightbox_download": "Download", "lightbox_share": "Share", "lightbox_zoom": "Zoom", "lightbox_new_window": "New window", "lightbox_toggle_sidebar": "Toggle sidebar" } </script><div class="bbImageWrapper js-lbImage" data-lb-caption-extra-html="" data-lb-sidebar-href="" data-single-image="1" data-src="https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/attachments/survivor-jpg.77676/" title="survivor.JPG"> <img alt="survivor.JPG" class="bbImage lazyload" data-src="https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/attachments/survivor-jpg.77676/" data-url="" data-zoom-target="1" height="600" src="data:image/svg+xml;charset=utf-8,%3Csvg xmlns%3D'http%3A%2F%2Fwww.w3.org%2F2000%2Fsvg' width='390' height='600' viewBox%3D'0 0 390 600'%2F%3E" style="" title="survivor.JPG" width="390"/> <noscript><img alt="survivor.JPG" class="bbImage" data-url="" data-zoom-target="1" height="600" src="https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/attachments/survivor-jpg.77676/" style="" title="survivor.JPG" width="390"/></noscript> </div><br/><br/>Nico was skulking down the city streets, careful to keep out of sight from both the living and the dead. He was just exiting a 711 after looting a chocolate bar and a couple 12G shells someone had dropped sometime ago. As he neared the corner he pressed himself up against the cold concrete wall while peering around, careful to make his profile as small as possible to avoid detection. It was just as he poked his right eye around the corner when he heard a handful of shots ring out, the sound echoing through the empty city blocks. "Fuck me." Nico mumbles to himself as he breaks into a full sprint through the nearest door to him, just a couple metres behind him. Once inside he makes his way up the stairs as quickly and silently as he can. Once on the second level he crouches at the top of the stairs and listens. The sound of the undead shuffling through the street can be heard clearly from this position, which means there must be quite a few of them out there. With this in mind he takes off his backpack and opens the main zip, engaging the safety on his shotgun before sliding it muzzle first into the pack and securing the zippers together with a small length of string to ensure the pack doesn't open unintentionally.<br/><br/>With that done he slings his pack back on shoulders and pulls a combat knife from the back of his belt. Nico carefully makes his way to the fire escape, opening the window and making sure nothing is outside before he climbs out and climbs his way up to the roof. Once there he finally gets to have a look at what's going on, finding some dead walkers laying in the street and a bunch of other coming in from all directions. "Fucking son of a.." He says through grit teeth, now very agitated having been put in this difficult situation.

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2022-11-10T20:33:00

BetterThanNone

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When time has expired, when the material has expired... it's what ties us to Legacy. Our Legacy, and those that follow. The Legacy can be simple or complex. It could be a baby taking their first steps, to a source of extraterrestrial causality crashing down into the way of life otherwise known as conventional and the mundane. The steps that lead to running, climbing, jumping... soaring. The crash that leads to destruction. Catalyzation. Reconfiguration. Restoration. It doesn't have to be more than the synapses processing in the hippocampus, but it also could be so much more. It could be your everything. 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data-url="https://64.media.tumblr.com/cbdc0243c1fce320d1624612408420b6/tumblr_o84tivxF7I1tg9jd5o5_r2_250.gifv" data-zoom-target="1" height="" src="/proxy.php?image=https%3A%2F%2F64.media.tumblr.com%2Fcbdc0243c1fce320d1624612408420b6%2Ftumblr_o84tivxF7I1tg9jd5o5_r2_250.gifv&amp;hash=d93584ac4b324f90e0a8a096dab4b8c0" style="" title="" width=""/></noscript> </div> <br/> <br/> <br/> <span style="font-family: 'Tahoma'">Early machinations of serene winds and a beautiful breeze blowing through a vibrant fern, the laughter of would-be heroes and idols behind you as you crawl through. The endless days of celebration that you even exist, clashing of loud noise both melodic and prolepsis as you await the yearning to incite your feelings of nostalgia. Days of needing an escape, to which your retreat becomes someone else's duty and privilege to uphold in chivalry; the moments of warm tears &amp; sorrow that lead to gratification and contentment. The surge of excitement and laudation when you watch the heroes of man &amp; idols of Earth return from being paragons of change, hope, and ambition... their badass presence seemingly and subconsciously enhancing your own as you run to their arms. <br/> <br/> Cicero once said that <i>Memory is the Treasury and Guardian of All Things</i>. Well, I guess I've become Cerebrus.<br/> <br/> <br/> <br/> <br/> <br/> Because you know what my <i>most powerful</i> memory is? Watching the blood leak from the back of my lifeless Mother's head. </span><br/> <br/> <div class="bbImageWrapper lazyload js-lbImage" data-lb-caption-extra-html="" data-lb-sidebar-href="" data-single-image="1" data-src="/proxy.php?image=https%3A%2F%2Fthumbs.gfycat.com%2FFondSociableItalianbrownbear-max-1mb.gif&amp;hash=6c4702ce7f2af99b110171a932381ce9" title="FondSociableItalianbrownbear-max-1mb.gif"> <img alt="FondSociableItalianbrownbear-max-1mb.gif" class="bbImage lazyload" data-src="/proxy.php?image=https%3A%2F%2Fthumbs.gfycat.com%2FFondSociableItalianbrownbear-max-1mb.gif&amp;hash=6c4702ce7f2af99b110171a932381ce9" data-url="https://thumbs.gfycat.com/FondSociableItalianbrownbear-max-1mb.gif" data-zoom-target="1" height="" src="data:image/gif;base64,R0lGODlhAQABAIAAAAAAAP///yH5BAEAAAAALAAAAAABAAEAAAIBRAA7" style="" title="" width=""/> <noscript><img alt="FondSociableItalianbrownbear-max-1mb.gif" class="bbImage" data-url="https://thumbs.gfycat.com/FondSociableItalianbrownbear-max-1mb.gif" data-zoom-target="1" height="" src="/proxy.php?image=https%3A%2F%2Fthumbs.gfycat.com%2FFondSociableItalianbrownbear-max-1mb.gif&amp;hash=6c4702ce7f2af99b110171a932381ce9" style="" title="" width=""/></noscript> </div> <div class="bbImageWrapper lazyload js-lbImage" data-lb-caption-extra-html="" data-lb-sidebar-href="" data-single-image="1" data-src="/proxy.php?image=https%3A%2F%2Fmedia.tenor.com%2FrSUGeXzhmfQAAAAM%2Fsplatter-blood.gif&amp;hash=c5df380dcd5d634c757295a6eaeda67e" title="splatter-blood.gif"> <img alt="splatter-blood.gif" class="bbImage lazyload" data-src="/proxy.php?image=https%3A%2F%2Fmedia.tenor.com%2FrSUGeXzhmfQAAAAM%2Fsplatter-blood.gif&amp;hash=c5df380dcd5d634c757295a6eaeda67e" data-url="https://media.tenor.com/rSUGeXzhmfQAAAAM/splatter-blood.gif" data-zoom-target="1" height="" src="data:image/gif;base64,R0lGODlhAQABAIAAAAAAAP///yH5BAEAAAAALAAAAAABAAEAAAIBRAA7" style="" title="" width=""/> <noscript><img alt="splatter-blood.gif" class="bbImage" data-url="https://media.tenor.com/rSUGeXzhmfQAAAAM/splatter-blood.gif" data-zoom-target="1" height="" src="/proxy.php?image=https%3A%2F%2Fmedia.tenor.com%2FrSUGeXzhmfQAAAAM%2Fsplatter-blood.gif&amp;hash=c5df380dcd5d634c757295a6eaeda67e" style="" title="" width=""/></noscript> </div> <br/> <br/> <br/> <span style="font-family: 'Tahoma'">I guard that hell everyday as if it were my eternal missive. The whole point was to prevent the dead from leaving, right? In that respect, I think I make a fine compatriot of Hades. Serving my pain &amp; fire all in one, my isolation my only dark and twisted reward. In the abyss of memory I dwell, sinking and idle for all of waking infinitude. Until... the light called for me. A spark of causality that fostered a radiance in me I thought memory had buried forever. And I don't know what this light holds, nor do I longer know from which the darkness reaches. However, the True Guardians cherish all memories of both darkness and light. I need those guardians now, more than ever. <br/> <br/> Or maybe I don't. I don't owe them anything, and maybe they don't owe me anything. Maybe we never did. "</span></span><br/> <br/> <br/> <br/> ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------<br/> <br/> <span style="font-family: 'Tahoma'"><span style="font-size: 26px"><b><u>VOLUME I: THE FRACTURED TANGENT</u></b></span></span><br/> <br/> <span style="font-size: 15px"><span style="font-family: 'Tahoma'">An inhale, a deeper exhale. </span></span><br/> <div class="bbImageWrapper lazyload js-lbImage" data-lb-caption-extra-html="" data-lb-sidebar-href="" data-single-image="1" data-src="/proxy.php?image=https%3A%2F%2Fdata.whicdn.com%2Fimages%2F238145125%2Foriginal.gif&amp;hash=2e8ce557ad47a4f6752ddeee1b4bbdc0" title="original.gif"> <img alt="original.gif" class="bbImage lazyload" data-src="/proxy.php?image=https%3A%2F%2Fdata.whicdn.com%2Fimages%2F238145125%2Foriginal.gif&amp;hash=2e8ce557ad47a4f6752ddeee1b4bbdc0" data-url="https://data.whicdn.com/images/238145125/original.gif" data-zoom-target="1" height="" src="data:image/gif;base64,R0lGODlhAQABAIAAAAAAAP///yH5BAEAAAAALAAAAAABAAEAAAIBRAA7" style="" title="" width=""/> <noscript><img alt="original.gif" class="bbImage" data-url="https://data.whicdn.com/images/238145125/original.gif" data-zoom-target="1" height="" src="/proxy.php?image=https%3A%2F%2Fdata.whicdn.com%2Fimages%2F238145125%2Foriginal.gif&amp;hash=2e8ce557ad47a4f6752ddeee1b4bbdc0" style="" title="" width=""/></noscript> </div> <br/> <br/> <span style="font-size: 15px"><span style="font-family: 'Tahoma'">Emmy gathers her senses back as she roams the grounds of Zero University, relatively in the heart of uptown Zero City. It had been almost a day since she'd slept, spending most of her time after homework down in the CoU... well, <i>old </i>CoU quarters aka <a class="link link--external" data-proxy-href="/proxy.php?link=https%3A%2F%2Fwww.datacenterknowledge.com%2Fsites%2Fdatacenterknowledge.com%2Ffiles%2Fwp-content%2Fuploads%2F2008%2F11%2Fdatalair.png&amp;hash=1f5304224f30ebc35d46e7664a6d991b" href="https://www.datacenterknowledge.com/sites/datacenterknowledge.com/files/wp-content/uploads/2008/11/datalair.png" rel="nofollow ugc noopener" target="_blank"><b>The Blockhouse</b></a>. Ever since The Matrix reactivated, she had regained her vehement desire to get herself back into somewhat of a functional form. The shell of the true soul she'd placated over the years had made her so prone to isolation and dejection she was sure her siblings would think her a zombie when they saw her again.... if they even decide to show up. She had sent out the voice correspondence a couple of days ago, and had planned to follow up on it with in-person visits; And so she did. The siblings she knew she could reach that is. The mild scrapes and bruises on her from training served a constant reminder that she could speed up the process of recovery, but a deep seeded part of her wanted the feel the pain. <i>Welcome </i>it. If she was truly being candid with herself, she hadn't felt anything for years. Even in her self imposed shunnings from trying to lead a conducively normal social life such as dating, partying, etc. </span></span><br/> <br/> <span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(204, 204, 204)"><span style="font-size: 15px"><span style="font-family: 'Tahoma'">"Hey Keylee!" </span></span></span><br/> <br/> <span style="font-size: 15px"><span style="font-family: 'Tahoma'">Emmy had to also remind herself that people called her by her legal name in the outside world. She'd been used to being <i>Emmy </i>or <i>Gold </i>for so long it took a while to carve that conditioning out of her mind. She turned to see an all-too-happy <a class="link link--external" data-proxy-href="/proxy.php?link=https%3A%2F%2F64.media.tumblr.com%2F5f11ba6eac5bd6928e1a2c91a8db684e%2Ftumblr_inline_pqnjw6OH4R1rqq37j_400.gif&amp;hash=279ad67f1e97614135dfd61cb25a3056" href="https://64.media.tumblr.com/5f11ba6eac5bd6928e1a2c91a8db684e/tumblr_inline_pqnjw6OH4R1rqq37j_400.gif" rel="nofollow ugc noopener" target="_blank">Alejandro </a>walking towards her. She knew he liked her, and she also knew his hormones were raging and he still chose to run the patient path and hope that his efforts (or lack thereof) would go noticed. Given what Emmy was capable of, she noticed a lot more than he could possibly ever know. It was a matter of catching the small things like body langauge, gesturing, and even tone &amp; inflection. A part of her wanted to be a normal girl so bad, and just do what normal girls her age do. But with so much literal development of her mind, body, and senses.. she had the disposition of a jaded middle aged woman at this point. Of course, she could condition herself to simply give in to her senses. She didn't want to. Plus she did NOT want to deal with the potential fallout/awkwardness/interrogation of her older siblings, namely Tristan. Better the lad was left to his blissful ignorance. <span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(204, 204, 204)">"Are we still on?" </span><br/> <br/> Emmy tilted her head in slight confusion for a split second before the recall happened upon her. One week, three days, and fourteen hours ago she'd sent a text agreeing for them to study together for their mid-term. Not really knowing of the future events that were to transpire. Emmy puckered her lips and nodded in acknowledgement she was going to have to cancel. She smacks her lips with a remorseful look <span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(163, 143, 132)">"Yup. Nope. Sorry, my siblings are coming into town and we totally have this family thing we have to do... and the more I talk the more I realize how cliche and generic of an excuse that sounds but it's the truth. Scouts honor!"</span> Alejandro laughs, a warm and accepting look on his face. Ugh, why couldn't Emmy just say fuck it all? Even after all this time she's still dropping everything just to run to them, and they may not even show up! <span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(204, 204, 204)">"I understand, well hey maybe I could come over there instead of you sticking to the library or my dorm room all the time? I feel bad always making you travel to or stay on campus just to help."</span> He was charmingly persistent, she gave him that much.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(163, 143, 132)"> "Yeah see... my family is very uhhh <i>particular </i>people. Take my word for it, it's best not to. Rain check though?" </span><br/> <br/> <div class="bbImageWrapper lazyload js-lbImage" data-lb-caption-extra-html="" data-lb-sidebar-href="" data-single-image="1" data-src="/proxy.php?image=https%3A%2F%2Fwww.collegemagazine.com%2Fwp-content%2Fuploads%2F2020%2F07%2Fwashu-gif.gif&amp;hash=213b0dbe5d9e3fca8c434db52b350f51" title="washu-gif.gif"> <img alt="washu-gif.gif" class="bbImage lazyload" data-src="/proxy.php?image=https%3A%2F%2Fwww.collegemagazine.com%2Fwp-content%2Fuploads%2F2020%2F07%2Fwashu-gif.gif&amp;hash=213b0dbe5d9e3fca8c434db52b350f51" data-url="https://www.collegemagazine.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/07/washu-gif.gif" data-zoom-target="1" height="" src="data:image/gif;base64,R0lGODlhAQABAIAAAAAAAP///yH5BAEAAAAALAAAAAABAAEAAAIBRAA7" style="" title="" width=""/> <noscript><img alt="washu-gif.gif" class="bbImage" data-url="https://www.collegemagazine.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/07/washu-gif.gif" data-zoom-target="1" height="" src="/proxy.php?image=https%3A%2F%2Fwww.collegemagazine.com%2Fwp-content%2Fuploads%2F2020%2F07%2Fwashu-gif.gif&amp;hash=213b0dbe5d9e3fca8c434db52b350f51" style="" title="" width=""/></noscript> </div> <br/> <br/> Alejandro finally accepts defeat, Emmy spotting the underlying stress lines of how much it bummed him out. It was better this way. <span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(204, 204, 204)">"Trust me I get it, my <i>abuelita </i>always has her penace stare on standby for anyone she gets bad vibes about hah. Let me walk you to your car?"</span> Emmy nods as they stroll across the gorgeous campus and heads to the parking lot just outside the Engineering building. <span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(163, 143, 132)">"So... what vibes do you think your granny would have of me?"</span> She asks, a mild curiosity driven by a deeper intention as she internally criticized herself for even being so cheesy. Alejandro halts pace for a brief moment, looking at her intently. </span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(179, 179, 179)"><span style="font-family: 'Tahoma'">"She would absolutely love you."</span></span><span style="font-family: 'Tahoma'"> Emmy couldn't help but <a class="link link--external" data-proxy-href="/proxy.php?link=https%3A%2F%2Fimg.wattpad.com%2Fbdd6a027880c242d10deda955bb7c188c850eabe%2F68747470733a2f2f73332e616d617a6f6e6177732e636f6d2f776174747061642d6d656469612d736572766963652f53746f7279496d6167652f4b4c4d74427239315f64515261773d3d2d3731313533323830372e313631386330356331383866346362633535383736353436323235342e676966&amp;hash=8aa37f6711bfab15006c5533e61ac82a" href="https://img.wattpad.com/bdd6a027880c242d10deda955bb7c188c850eabe/68747470733a2f2f73332e616d617a6f6e6177732e636f6d2f776174747061642d6d656469612d736572766963652f53746f7279496d6167652f4b4c4d74427239315f64515261773d3d2d3731313533323830372e313631386330356331383866346362633535383736353436323235342e676966" rel="nofollow ugc noopener" target="_blank">flourish </a>at the words, but also quickly snapping herself back into focus. <span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(163, 143, 132)">"Cool cool nice nice."</span> She says as she reaches her car thankful to her brother Kenji he'd taught her how to drive, otherwise she'd have to Hulk jump or probably speed her way back home, risking impractical exposure.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(163, 143, 132)"> "Talk to you later, thanks for understanding. you're pretty dope. I suppose."</span> She smirks before hopping in her car <a class="link link--external" data-proxy-href="/proxy.php?link=https%3A%2F%2Fmedia.tenor.com%2FbkEP7K-9wvoAAAAC%2Fford-mustang-classic-muscle-cars.gif&amp;hash=7f2dc57ac85789745bdb47e6c4d0c90c" href="https://media.tenor.com/bkEP7K-9wvoAAAAC/ford-mustang-classic-muscle-cars.gif" rel="nofollow ugc noopener" target="_blank">Royal</a>. It was another one of the good uses of Chris' money he sent periodically. She found it at a used car lot and figured why the hell not? She didn't know too much about cars so she took about a week to watch various Youtube vids and some autodidact books found in Mother's library to make her somewhat knowledgeable. She leaves Zero University and heads back to the manor, which rested on the outskirts of the city just about a 15 minute drive from the campus. Mother knew what she was doing. It was close enough to the bustle of the city to maintain conventional appeal, yet rested on the brink of the rural coastline not too far away where it'd be secure and peaceful. Perfect to raise a family. <br/> <br/> <br/> <div class="bbImageWrapper lazyload js-lbImage" data-lb-caption-extra-html="" data-lb-sidebar-href="" data-single-image="1" data-src="/proxy.php?image=https%3A%2F%2Fstatic01.nyt.com%2Fimages%2F2020%2F06%2F28%2Frealestate%2F24IHH-IRELAND-slide-PL9A%2F24IHH-IRELAND-slide-PL9A-superJumbo.jpg%3Fquality%3D75%26auto%3Dwebp%26disable%3Dupscale&amp;hash=4b1a4c7adfce526deeaff64131a78107" title="24IHH-IRELAND-slide-PL9A-superJumbo.jpg"> <img alt="24IHH-IRELAND-slide-PL9A-superJumbo.jpg" class="bbImage lazyload" data-src="/proxy.php?image=https%3A%2F%2Fstatic01.nyt.com%2Fimages%2F2020%2F06%2F28%2Frealestate%2F24IHH-IRELAND-slide-PL9A%2F24IHH-IRELAND-slide-PL9A-superJumbo.jpg%3Fquality%3D75%26auto%3Dwebp%26disable%3Dupscale&amp;hash=4b1a4c7adfce526deeaff64131a78107" data-url="https://static01.nyt.com/images/2020/06/28/realestate/24IHH-IRELAND-slide-PL9A/24IHH-IRELAND-slide-PL9A-superJumbo.jpg?quality=75&amp;auto=webp&amp;disable=upscale" data-zoom-target="1" height="" src="data:image/gif;base64,R0lGODlhAQABAIAAAAAAAP///yH5BAEAAAAALAAAAAABAAEAAAIBRAA7" style="" title="" width=""/> <noscript><img alt="24IHH-IRELAND-slide-PL9A-superJumbo.jpg" class="bbImage" data-url="https://static01.nyt.com/images/2020/06/28/realestate/24IHH-IRELAND-slide-PL9A/24IHH-IRELAND-slide-PL9A-superJumbo.jpg?quality=75&amp;auto=webp&amp;disable=upscale" data-zoom-target="1" height="" src="/proxy.php?image=https%3A%2F%2Fstatic01.nyt.com%2Fimages%2F2020%2F06%2F28%2Frealestate%2F24IHH-IRELAND-slide-PL9A%2F24IHH-IRELAND-slide-PL9A-superJumbo.jpg%3Fquality%3D75%26auto%3Dwebp%26disable%3Dupscale&amp;hash=4b1a4c7adfce526deeaff64131a78107" style="" title="" width=""/></noscript> </div> <br/> <br/> She drives up to the maingate that prefaces the long path to the manor, entering in the code known by only eight other people in the world. Over the years a few paparazzi, tourists, and the like would approach and take photos of the place. But the rumors and stigma that surrounded this place was ay too powerful for anyone to ever remotely try to breach the gate and try their luck on what mystery or discovery remained on the other side. The gate powers open as Emmy zooms herself into the driveway with precision, quickly shutting off the ignition and heading inside. A faint beep could be heard on the edge roofing of the manor, with Emmy looking into a very well concealed camera. In almost a complete change of demeanor and attutude her entire being exuded discipline and hardened focus. She knew she had a lot she needed to get done, as she unlocked the main entrance with her key and immediately locked it back once she got inside. She made sure that all doors were locked upon entry via her encrypted phone, the one she <i>didn't </i>use for public operation. She checked the motion &amp; barometric sensors as well, only attuned not to go off for herself, her siblings, and Mother of course. She threw her brown leather jacket off and tossed it on a nearby couch as she headed directly for the Observatory Room. Mother loved looking at the stars in her free time. She would often take an upset Emmy and they'd look together, her feelings of displeasure quickly fading once she saw a high quality view of the cosmos. </span></span>​</div><br/> <span style="font-size: 15px"><span style="font-family: 'Tahoma'"><i><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(255, 102, 255)">That's where The Matrix came from sweetheart... </span></i></span></span><br/> <span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(255, 102, 255)"><span style="font-size: 15px"><span style="font-family: 'Tahoma'"><i>the incredible energy that made you and your siblings realize the special that was always inside you...</i></span></span></span><br/> <span style="font-size: 15px"><span style="font-family: 'Tahoma'"><i><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(255, 102, 255)">Nine Stars that walk the planet. Psst... you are my brightest. </span></i></span></span><br/> <br/> <div style="text-align: center"><span style="font-size: 15px"><span style="font-family: 'Tahoma'">Emmy snaps herself back from reminiscing and focuses herslf not upwards towards the spiraling stairs leading to the <a class="link link--external" data-proxy-href="/proxy.php?link=https%3A%2F%2Fwww.ocregister.com%2Fwp-content%2Fuploads%2Fmigration%2Fmrb%2Fmrbvu7-b781155171z.120130810112938000g7u1f6rsb.2.jpg%3Fw%3D620&amp;hash=8ab1612828ae3e5d8f5aac2f935fdc18" href="https://www.ocregister.com/wp-content/uploads/migration/mrb/mrbvu7-b781155171z.120130810112938000g7u1f6rsb.2.jpg?w=620" rel="nofollow ugc noopener" target="_blank">apex</a>, but instead below her feet. A reinforced floor mirror that spread the entirety of the room refacted upwards at Emmy, looking down at her reflection and the loss of spirit in her eyes. She walks to one particular corner, where a sole looking glass stood bolted into a window sill. Emmy looked into the glass, as two green lights flashed from within...almost <i>beyond </i>the mirror that matched with Emmy's eyes. A clicking could be heard thereafter as the floor mirror opened up to a dark pit, rungs of stairs sliding out from the reinforced sheet material underneath. Emmy descended herself into the darkness, what was soon met with spots of light forming a pathway to a steel-titanium door. <span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(163, 143, 132)"><b>"Gold." </b></span>Was all that was said as a voice recognition program opens the door. Behind it was practically another underground residence. An interconnected series of hallways and segues that led to various and wonderous rooms. Ten bedrooms. Operations Room. Training Rooms. Archives. Control Room. Expedition Room. Personal bathrooms and showers. Bunker Room. And at the core of the architectual genuis of Mother's work... lie a condensed containment room surrounded by a perpetual energy with a beacon of light and radiance at its epicenter. The Matrix. She stopped and stared at its awe, still in disbelief that its luminescene of paracausal prototypics were before her yet again. The day it shut off was the day it seemed she lost it all. The only ways of life she'd ever known, vanished. Just like Mother's body. Just like the unknowing intruder's body. Emmy headed to the control room, the advanced network and framework of Mother's development digitally chiming as the doors slide open and she hops straight onto the supercomputer. She didn't need to tell them that she'd utilized a clever nuance of cyberlocation and crypto-triangulation to keep tabs on them, nor did they need to know until it was absolutely necessary. This felt as such. A twinge of nerves shot in her as the thought of them actually coming home really hit her. So much that was said last time... so much unsaid as well. Some just dropped off the face of the planet, their conditioned autonomy and will the only thing they wanted to rely on. They would cross that bridge when it inevitably dropped on their heads. For now, All Emmy was focused on was continuing what she'd been for the past 4 years. <br/> <br/> Absolution. </span></span><br/> <br/> <span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(163, 143, 132)"><span style="font-size: 15px"><span style="font-family: 'Tahoma'">"Task: Load CoU metalogs S1 through S9. If everyone comes... this is going to be a hell of a reunion." </span></span></span><br/> <br/> <span style="font-size: 15px"><span style="font-family: 'Tahoma'">Through the gruff expression of weathered discernment on her face... a faint and distant hint of a simper arises stemmed by radicalized hope. She missed them. But she prayed for the chance to show them by absolutely going volcanic on each and every one of their asses. Sweet and precious gem baby Cerebrus was chomping at the bit. </span></span><br/> <br/>​</div> <div class="bbCodeSpoiler"> <button class="bbCodeSpoiler-button button--longText button" data-xf-click="toggle" data-xf-init="tooltip" title="Click to reveal or hide spoiler" type="button"><span class="button-text"> <span>Spoiler: <span class="bbCodeSpoiler-button-title">A Couple Days Ago</span></span> </span></button> <div class="bbCodeSpoiler-content"> <div class="bbCodeBlock bbCodeBlock--spoiler"> <div class="bbCodeBlock-content"> <div class="bbCodeSpoiler"> <button class="bbCodeSpoiler-button button--longText button" data-xf-click="toggle" data-xf-init="tooltip" title="Click to reveal or hide spoiler" type="button"><span class="button-text"> <span>Spoiler: <span class="bbCodeSpoiler-button-title">Operation Yellow</span></span> </span></button> <div class="bbCodeSpoiler-content"> <div class="bbCodeBlock bbCodeBlock--spoiler"> <div class="bbCodeBlock-content">Okay, start with the hardest first and then work your way down. That was the mentality Emmy had when looking onto the database of various locations of the siblings she could track. And of course she came across her sister Idris. To say their relationship had strained ever since that fateful day was an understatement. One of the quasi-de facto leaders of the CoU after Mother would be gone had disappeared in the wind. Emmy could still see the look on Idris' face when she returned to the manor to see a pool of blood with no body to account for it. Just Emmy and her tears. Things weren't really the same after that, she could tell her older sister had maybe even held her responsible in ways, just like Emmy did her. Why leave your baby sister to fight this devil of despair alone? Something that ate at Emmy over time. Nonetheless, she survived. She was her own support, and her own boost now. But still, duty called. Business, even.<br/> <br/> Emmy had managed to find Idris' location via cyberlocation, and sent her an encrypted video. She didn't bother to hide the scars and bruises on her face while recording, taking her secured phone and walking around The Blockhouse while talking.<br/> <br/> <i><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(163, 143, 132)">'Hey Idris. Um, okay so. Funny thing. The Matrix is kinda on again?' </span></i>Emmy says in her best casual projection, almost feigning the weight of emotion (or absence of it) from the past 4 years as if nothing happened. Emmy takes the self-camera and hoists it over her right shoulder, showing the conduit room of The Matrix fully operational, its pulses and light fluctuating in the background with the perpetual wallowing of its energy being heard. Emmy had a slight smile on her face at the confirmation she wasn't going coocoo crazy.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(163, 143, 132)"> '<i>Tell me you see it too, right?? I don't know how... I don't know why... but all I know is it has to mean something yeah?? And maybe this is coincidence but... it came on a few moments after I read <b>this</b>...'</i> </span>Emmy holds up a manilla folder, labeled <b>Restricted </b>on the front. <i><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(163, 143, 132)">'I'm not going to reveal its contents over airwaves. But it's... alarming to say the least. Maybe you can make something of it. But I need you to come home. I need all of you to come home. I hope you're okay.' </span><br/> <br/> <b>Just say I love you Emmy.... get out of your head and just tell her...she's your sister for better or worse.</b><br/> <br/> <span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(163, 143, 132)">'Okay, hope to talk to you soon..' </span></i><br/> <br/> The transmission ends.</div> </div> </div> </div><br/> <br/> <div class="bbCodeSpoiler"> <button class="bbCodeSpoiler-button button--longText button" data-xf-click="toggle" data-xf-init="tooltip" title="Click to reveal or hide spoiler" type="button"><span class="button-text"> <span>Spoiler: <span class="bbCodeSpoiler-button-title">Operation Green</span></span> </span></button> <div class="bbCodeSpoiler-content"> <div class="bbCodeBlock bbCodeBlock--spoiler"> <div class="bbCodeBlock-content">Whyew. This one was going to be a doozy. It'd taken her two years just to even get a general sense of her brother Chris' patterns and movements from his "tasks" that he did while "working". Sarge covered his tracks very well. But, when you have a baby sister who can quite literally enhance her mind to that of a prodigy it was something she could do with moderate effort. Most intelligence apparatuses would've like gone closer to a decade to find the same types of "contractors" around the world. Once she got a beat on his current vicinity, she developed a data cluster that matched his digital activity anytime he accessed the web, a VPN, or deep web encryption. Once the paramters matched and she knew it was Chris' feed, she sent the crypto-footage.<br/> <br/> <i><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(163, 143, 132)">'Hey Sarge. It's me... as you can tell. I hope you're okay... well I know you're okay. What I mean is I hope you're regulating well. Look, there's no easy way to say this but... I need you to come home. Don't be mad but I've been keeping tabs on you, all of you really but keeping my distance. I need you to know I wouldn't invade your privacy like this unless absolutely warranted. I think you'll agree that this is warranted.' </span></i><br/> <br/> Emmy takes the camera and raises it over her head to reveal The Matrix, alive &amp; active. Both hungry and satiated in its energy as it radiates a pulse through the conduit.<br/> <br/> <i><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(163, 143, 132)">'Yeah, I know. Crazy. Here's what's crazier... it came on after I found and read <b>this</b>.'</span></i> Emmy holds the <b>Restricted </b>manilla folder up. <i><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(163, 143, 132)">'You having served, I know you know these folders typically have a rather strict clearance on its contents... and I may have read some things maybe not intended for me. But I think it applies to all of us.. which is why I need you here. Chris. It's time to come home okay? Do what you need to do to get here. Please.' </span><br/> <br/> <b>Tell him you miss him, Emmy. He probably feels bad. He should feel bad. Should he? </b><br/> <br/> <span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(163, 143, 132)">'Hope to see you soon big brother. Bye.' </span></i><br/> <br/> The transmission ends.</div> </div> </div> </div><br/> <br/> <div class="bbCodeSpoiler"> <button class="bbCodeSpoiler-button button--longText button" data-xf-click="toggle" data-xf-init="tooltip" title="Click to reveal or hide spoiler" type="button"><span class="button-text"> <span>Spoiler: <span class="bbCodeSpoiler-button-title">Operation Blue</span></span> </span></button> <div class="bbCodeSpoiler-content"> <div class="bbCodeBlock bbCodeBlock--spoiler"> <div class="bbCodeBlock-content">Royal's engine purrs as it pulls up to a quaint section of the city that was reserved for the more cultural portions and rich history of the city. Emmy in particular, set her sights on the track and field terrain just adjacent to the baseball/softball fields of ZCCC, Zero City Community College. Her mirror tint shaded reflect the sun with distinction, as she finds a side street to park on and exits her mustang and leans on the hood. She could see the track team was holding a practice, but there was only one soul in particular she was looking for. Once she spotted a blonde with the most beauteous of crystal blues, she smiled mildly. That smile warped however when her mind started to replay the events past. Two years ago, endless screaming and arguing. Watching her peer-sister leave her to fend for herself, enraging the brunette all the more. Emmy exhales in an attempt to keep that fire from rising to the surface. Better devils for other days.<br/> <br/> But given that, there was no way Emmy could face Iris... not right now. She seemed to be doing well (relatively speaking) but in truth she was probably just as miserable with this normal life as Emmy was with hers. She just didn't want to risk a scene, let alone exposure from drawing attention. Even though they were free to be them, Emmy still felt imprisoned in her choices at times. So instead, she waited until Iris saw her. And when her sister did lock eyes on her, Emmy would deliver a slow, foreboding nod. In their heyday, Emmy knew Iris to be one of the most (if not THE most) attuned to The Matrix and its properties from a mystical standpoint. So if anyone would know the how or why of The Matrix waking up... it's Iris. That and Emmy had a feeling she could probably feel it too...<br/> <br/> So when Emmy nodded, it served as a hidden affirmation that whatever Iris was feeling on the inside was true. That she wasn't going crazy. That the Matrix had indeed come back. With that, Emmy hopped back in Royal, looking at Iris one last time and leaving it up to her sibling to come home or not. The engine purrs up and she makes her way from the field. It was going to know Iris was at least making it. Emmy wanted to say more, DO more. But she was a coward. No, she was worse. She was a coward in pain.</div> </div> </div> </div><br/> <br/> <div class="bbCodeSpoiler"> <button class="bbCodeSpoiler-button button--longText button" data-xf-click="toggle" data-xf-init="tooltip" title="Click to reveal or hide spoiler" type="button"><span class="button-text"> <span>Spoiler: <span class="bbCodeSpoiler-button-title">Operation Red</span></span> </span></button> <div class="bbCodeSpoiler-content"> <div class="bbCodeBlock bbCodeBlock--spoiler"> <div class="bbCodeBlock-content">Addy was much easier than most to keep track of. Emmy's badass sister was not only surviving, she was <i>thriving</i>. Probably the most of all of them. Addy was making noise. Last Emmy checked the girl had been making a name for herself doing every thing from bounty hunting to more... off the books forms of justice. Terry probably wouldn't like that but Emmy certainly empathized. Addy was the reason Emmy learned to think outside the box with her own abilities and potential. So following her trail through court files and logs from the people she'd brought to justice, or the police finding them one way or another provided the teen with enough she needed to trace her. However none of this was really needed. Emmy had Addy's number, as redhead would check in from time to time. The conversations weren't like they used to be, of course bridled with a lot of subconscious tension. Emmy knew where Addy was when she called, though she didn't need to know that. Emmy dials her number from her encrypted phone, patiently awaiting for when she picked up.<br/> <br/> <span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(163, 143, 132)">"Hey Addy. It's me. I need you to do me a favor, when you get time can you please check your messages? I promise everything is okay for the most part. But there's something you should see. I need you to come home. It'll make sense when you see the messages okay? Talk soon..." </span><br/> <br/> She hangs up and sends two photos: One was of the Matrix, it was back. It's radiance and energy so powerful is disrupted the resolution of Emmy's camera. But Addy would know what that beautiful and terrible light was. The second photo was the manilla folder, labled Restricted. Addy would also know out of all of Mother's files, even the ones she didn't want The Nine to get into they'd never ever been labeled as such.<br/> <br/> <span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(226, 80, 65)"><b>Text to Addy =&gt; 'Taken 5 mins ago. These will delete 30 seconds after you open them. But it's real. Come home' </b></span></div> </div> </div> </div><br/> <br/> <div class="bbCodeSpoiler"> <button class="bbCodeSpoiler-button button--longText button" data-xf-click="toggle" data-xf-init="tooltip" title="Click to reveal or hide spoiler" type="button"><span class="button-text"> <span>Spoiler: <span class="bbCodeSpoiler-button-title">Operation Black</span></span> </span></button> <div class="bbCodeSpoiler-content"> <div class="bbCodeBlock bbCodeBlock--spoiler"> <div class="bbCodeBlock-content">Royal pulls up to Zero City Police Department, a very unusual and uncomfortable venue for the teen. She hadn't did anything wrong at all, but it was the same stigma of a hospital or even a funeral in that its very aura is just associated with not so good feelings. What amplified this more was the fact that she was pissed as her eldest sister, for many reasons far and wide. Her abandoning her when she needed her, her giving up on the mystery of Mother, he choosing a normal life than embracing her special and unique destiny... the list could go on. For a while she even started referring to her as <i>Lieutenant Bacon</i> out of spite... and may or may not have posted that on some online forums talking about the handling of crime in the city. Mild dysphoria sets in as Emmy takes a breath and heads inside. She gets to the front desk, a nice portly woman greeting her as Emmy met her eyes with a smile. <span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(163, 143, 132)">"Hi, I'm looking for Lieutenant Ba-- er,um Terry Morgan? I have a message I'd like to leave." </span>The woman picked up a phone and dialed to the precict offices upstairs as Emmy idled in patience. <span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(32, 178, 170)">"Sorry hun, she's out right now working a case. You wanna leave the message with me? I'll relay it to her voicemail."</span><br/> <br/> Emmy sighed in disappointment, but she wasn't surprised. She mentally formulated something that would give Terry a notion of what it was pertaining to, but she needed to make it niche enough for her older sister to catch on to the magnitude of the true meaning. Emmy's pupils dilate slightly as her synaspses speed up almost threefold in terms of mental processing.<br/> <br/> <i>Don't mention you're her sister. This precint likely knows Patrick and will assume I'm his daughter too. That'll raise questions Terry would have to answer and that could raise risk. Can't just outright tell her who you are or what this is about either. Make it something she likely wouldn't care about. She looks early 40s, distinguished type. Doesn't like high-motor based things. Stress lines on her fingers and posture slouch indicates she leans more than she sits upright... as if she's written for a long time. Books over movies. Cool. </i><br/> <br/> <span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(163, 143, 132)">"Yes! Her online order that was cancelled has been reinstated out of nowhere. It was a movie... uhh I forget I know it had Keanu Reeves, Lawrence Fishburne... older movie red pill blue pill...." </span><br/> <br/> The clerk simply giggles and shakes her head.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(32, 178, 170)"> "Hun I wouldn't know movies if it were to save my life." </span>Emmy grinned from ear to ear at her comment. <span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(163, 143, 132)">"It's okay, she'll know what I'm talking about. Thanks for sending that!" </span><br/> <br/> <span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(32, 178, 170)">"Oh hun, I didn't get your name!" </span><br/> <br/> Emmy waves as she paces out the front door, her enhanced hearing ringing through her body. <span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(163, 143, 132)">"You too! Have a nice day!!!" </span><br/> <br/> Emmy drops the nice girl facade and audibly emits an <i><b>ecckk </b></i>as she walks back to Royal. Only time would tell if her sister would come home. Given Terry's abilities she would deduce the true meaning in very little time at all.</div> </div> </div> </div><br/> <br/> <div class="bbCodeSpoiler"> <button class="bbCodeSpoiler-button button--longText button" data-xf-click="toggle" data-xf-init="tooltip" title="Click to reveal or hide spoiler" type="button"><span class="button-text"> <span>Spoiler: <span class="bbCodeSpoiler-button-title">Operation Violet</span></span> </span></button> <div class="bbCodeSpoiler-content"> <div class="bbCodeBlock bbCodeBlock--spoiler"> <div class="bbCodeBlock-content">Using the same metadata that was used to track Sarge, Emmy had put together something more rudimentary to find Alissa. It wasn't as adverse at all, seeing as how her sister wasn't exactly living to stay off the grid. In fact, Emmy was shocked at the location of the girl despite Tristan's efforts to turn every mountain over across the world to get back to her. She could see how much it would eat away at Tris that he wasn't able to find her yet, so without saying anything Emmy had bound herself to help her big brother find his biological sister and her adoptive sis. Every time he'd come home she'd see the disappointment on his face, though he masked it with a smile and strength in order to help around the manor and be there for Emmy. The amount of personal growth and maturity he'd gained since they were kids was uncanny. Alissa on the other hand, chose herself and relied inwards instead of outwards. Talking to herself literally became solitude and security for her. Emmy could only hope it wouldn't drive her mad in the end. When you're capable of doing what she can, it could probably be easy to lose grip on the borders of reality and fantasy. Emmy also didn't want to tell Tristan outright that she was pissed at Alissa for her own reasons. Was she really that insignficant to her older sister she couldn't even get a goodbye? WHILE she was grieving? Alas, fate would bind them together once more, an apothem of souls as The Matrix waking back up served as a catalyst of all to come.<br/> <br/> So of course, when Emmy finally got a hit on her activity via cyberlocation. She couldn't pass up the chance to reel in one of the harder fish to catch. Emmy had hired an online fortune teller / energy reader to help a friend in need. She used a psuedoname as to not be traced, and whether the reader was authentic or not wasn't relevant. What mattered however was the amount of cash ponied up to have said reader travel to the location provided by Emmy to find a girl named Alissa and give her a message. A message Alissa would know who it was from the moment she saw a reader claiming to be an astral cohort of sorts. There was only eight other people that could know, but only one person with the will, ingenuity, and cleverness to reach out in such a fashion of tact. And just in case she didn't, the reader telling her that the username <i><b>onepersonmanysouls </b></i>sent her should do the trick.<br/> <br/> <i><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(32, 178, 170)">Hello, I have a message for you. You're needed back at your nest. It says the time to fly home rings true now, as the beacon that calls us together has sung in its beautiful voice once more. Infinity is the beginning in which we've already reached the destination. Yours truly... a golden gem. </span></i></div> </div> </div> </div><br/> <br/> <div class="bbCodeSpoiler"> <button class="bbCodeSpoiler-button button--longText button" data-xf-click="toggle" data-xf-init="tooltip" title="Click to reveal or hide spoiler" type="button"><span class="button-text"> <span>Spoiler: <span class="bbCodeSpoiler-button-title">Operation Orange</span></span> </span></button> <div class="bbCodeSpoiler-content"> <div class="bbCodeBlock bbCodeBlock--spoiler"> <div class="bbCodeBlock-content">Definitely next to most easiest. Tristan stayed around most of the time and whenever he could. So it was nothing for Emmy to give him a call. Albeit, he'd know this was no ordinary call as she called him on the encrypted phone as opposed to the public use phones they'd had for their everyday lives. She knew he was probably in a dive bar somewhere listening to people playing guitar only half as good as he and drinking his inner demons away. Yet and still, he was still her knight in shining armor. The only one that tried to be around in her life as she maintained Groundskeeper to the Regal Estate (a name she hated by the way... she tried to get Mother to change the name numerous times). Tristan had gave her the bruises and cuts on her face, but it was from sparring and making sure each was at their best about a week ago. He'd probably gotten used to the fact she stopped self-healing anymore even though she knew he probably didn't like it. It was her way to feel the pain and punishment she secretly thought she deserved. The closest sibling to her emotionally, she didn't feel the tension or any animosity at all as the phone rung. She also smiled a bit at the prospect of telling him good news, he desrved some good news bless his heart. The phone picks up and Emmy could easily hear the noise and chatter of a bar in the background.<br/> <br/> <span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(163, 143, 132)">"Hey, it's me. Okay... I hope you're sitting down. I found her. I found Alissa. I managed to reach out to her and I know where she is now, so if she doesn't come home we can go together to get her. But honestly... I don't think we'll have to. In fact, I hope you're still sitting because.. it's back on, Tris. The... it. IT. Get here as fast as you can, there's also something else I need to show you. Talk soon." </span><br/> <br/> Emmy says as she looks down at the Restricted folder before hanging up.<br/> <br/> And then there was one... Emmy grabbed her keys to Royal along with her brown leather jacket and headed out. Next stop: her college, Zero University.</div> </div> </div> </div><br/> <br/> <div class="bbCodeSpoiler"> <button class="bbCodeSpoiler-button button--longText button" data-xf-click="toggle" data-xf-init="tooltip" title="Click to reveal or hide spoiler" type="button"><span class="button-text"> <span>Spoiler: <span class="bbCodeSpoiler-button-title">Operation White</span></span> </span></button> <div class="bbCodeSpoiler-content"> <div class="bbCodeBlock bbCodeBlock--spoiler"> <div class="bbCodeBlock-content">Hands down the easiest of the bunch to find... because he never left. In fact, Emmy had been keeping visual tabs on her older brother Kenji for quite sometime with him not knowing that they both attended the same university. To think that years of little contact and isolationism was heralded by physical proximity in which she could reach out at any point? But she knew Kenji. She knew had she done that her face and the knowldge of knowing she was here would eat him up on the inside. The weight of not being at the manor, yet seeing a visual reminder and representation of it all the same. Emmy just wanted Kenji to be happy despite her selfish wants &amp; distaste of his choice to leave. She didn't want to have him see her like Iris did, like Idris did. And maybe that's also why she didn't reach out herself; the fear of having someone you look up to sully the perception of who you are is terrifying. Especially when at the time Emmy was a walking volcano. And in some ways maybe even still is. She chose to take it out in training, even the nights where Tristan wasn't around she would torment herself and push herself to the absolute brink. <i><b>The screams of a woman could be heard at night</b></i> was a rumor mill that no one wanted to truly discover its real meaning past the citywide ghost story that was born from it all.<br/> <br/> Emmy had finishes her classes for the day, seamlessly finding her way through the mundane and easy feats of academia and culture. Right on cue however, like clockwork she hit the courtyard to lay her yes on a man taking the same trajectory he always took around this time. But this time she would not remain idle. She followed him into the library, watching him go up the stairs. She takes a deep inhale. And then a deep exhale. Now was the time, this couldn't wait. Of all the reasons to reach out, this most dire need was one the shock factor of seeing each other would have to table for another day. She could only hope Kenji could understand.<br/> <br/> She silently paced herself up the stairs, opening the door to the study areas and tutor rooms for most of the campus students. She peers her head around to lock eyes on her brother, ignorantly and peacefully into his textbooks. It made her smile a bit, a simple serenity in an otherwise tumultuous and raging storm. Every inch of her being wanted to just turn away and leave him be... she was convinced he hated her. So was it not easier to just be mad at him too? Keep everything and everyone at arm's distance? Not for long.<br/> <br/> Emmy walks towards the table Kenji's at, slowly sliding a chair and sitting beside him. <span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(163, 143, 132)">"You know, pretending to read like you're smart isn't going to make you any less of a doofus." </span>She says, a quiet smile on her expression. Aggressive intro, but hopefully it strikes to make him somewhat happy to see her too. She didn't know what to say really.. her throat seized up from a very unexpected wave of emotion that rushed itself forward. However, in fear of her siblings disposition she remained stoic. <span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(163, 143, 132)">"Hi. I figured it's as good a time as any to come see you... I'm enrolled here too. Digital Engineering. I umm.." </span><br/> <br/> <i>Just stay focused Emmy. Breathe. </i><br/> <br/> <span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(163, 143, 132)">"You look good. It seems you've been doing well for yourself. Tutoring now too? You always were a great teacher." </span><br/> <br/> <b><i>No Emmy, two hands on the handles you're going to fall off the bike!<br/> Brake Emmy... Emmy braaake... BRAKES!! </i></b><br/> <i><b>You'll get the hang of it Emmy. Don't beat yourself up. </b></i><br/> <br/> Emmy snaps back into focus from her disassociation of what was. She needed to cut to the chase, an intrinsic part of her felt weird and off leaving the manor unattended while the Matrix was back on. Emmy lowers her voice as she leans a bit closer to Kenji.<br/> <br/> <span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(163, 143, 132)">"Okay, sorry. I'll cut to it. I need you to come home. <i>It's</i> back on Kenji. <i><b>IT</b></i>. I wanta say more but I can't. But there's something you need to see. I know I know this is a lot to take in but... it means something! I'm just as shocked as you but... I'm telling the truth, I promise. Just-- you don't have to react now, or make a decision now... but promise me you'll think about it? I hate to run but I'm on a borrowed clock. It was good seeing you... I hope to see you more." </span><br/> <br/> Emmy wanted to lean in for a hug but froze midway, deciding to lift herself up and take her leave instead. She looked back at Kenji, the seriousness of the information portraying in her eyes, yet also a faint glint and glimmer of beaming light. A carbon copy essence of the baby gem that paddered through the manor all those years ago. No matter the feelings, she hoped he knew there was still a part of that in her. In everyone of them.<br/> <br/> Time would unfold the rest.</div> </div> </div> </div></div> </div> </div> </div><br/> <br/> </div></div>

Apothem

https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/apothem.26380/

2022-11-10T21:39:00

Anaris

<div style="margin: auto;max-width:350px;height:550px;background: linear-gradient(#000);"><br/> <div style="margin:auto;width:250px; height:130px;background:url(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/91/b9/21/91b9210847417e251199fab1f7517304.jpg); background-size: cover; background-position: center;font-size: 0px;opacity:100%;box-shadow: 2px 3px 9px #000;font-size:0px;margin-top:0px;">image.</div><br/> <div style="margin:auto;max-width:300px;height:250px;background-color:#0000000;font-family: times;text-align: justify; font-size: 12px; color: #fff; line-height: 16px; padding: 10px; overflow-y:auto;margin-top:-10px;cursor: pointer; "><br/> The Manor was just as she had remembered it, but then again, such things rarely changed. The one thing that she supposed was the most lacking was the people. Once upon a time, The Manor had been bustling with activity. The younger Brothers and Sisters causing mayhem that she, Terry, and Chris would have to clean up. The older Brothers and Sisters fighting over who was superior, who was not. In Mother's eyes, they'd all been equals, a mantra that she had repeated to the others countless times. Then again, there had always been a disconnect between Idris Bellucci and the other inhabitants. She'd been viewed as a leader - strong, stoic, and elegant. She embodied self control, even when the monstrosity of her anger simmered underneath her neat composure. It was highly rumored that Idris herself would have taken over the leadership of The Cabal when Mother passed, but...<br/> <br/> She <i>had</i> passed. And Idris had left to chase her ghost. Standing in the Training Room, her eyes roamed over the countless training essentials there, all neatly tucked away and unused, as they had been for years. Her long, chocolate hued hair was pulled into a neat ponytail, shining in the light of the fluorescents that hung above. She wore a <a class="link link--external" data-proxy-href="/proxy.php?link=https%3A%2F%2Fi.pinimg.com%2F564x%2F27%2F49%2Fae%2F2749ae2fbd2139820e03fc0377f56eec.jpg&amp;hash=27b65f5439120fb2085551fa8c9c7a83" href="https://i.pinimg.com/564x/27/49/ae/2749ae2fbd2139820e03fc0377f56eec.jpg" rel="nofollow ugc noopener" target="_blank">business dress suit</a> in the color of white, a gold necklace around her neck. The color always reminded her of her Emmy, who had contacted her with concerning news. Truth be told, Idris had never expected to hear from Emmy again. After the death of Mother, things had simply fallen apart and by the looks of it, Emmy had suffered more than the rest of them. At least in a way. She'd been left behind to fend for herself while many of them ran from their grief - while Idris had gone after their Mother's killer. The trail had been one dead end after another, but Idris still continued the search, even up until the day that she'd received the video from Emmy.<br/> <br/> As her neatly manicured had reached out, brushing against one of the punching bags that hung from the ceiling, the sound of someone entering could be heard. When Idris had arrived, she'd locked the place up just as it had been when she'd gotten there. Smirking to herself, she turned away from the punching bag and towards the main room, where she knew Emmy would be. Of course, the girl would likely be checking to see if any others had arrived or if she'd received any messages. Idris was glad she'd made it first, though at the same time she felt nerves bunch in her stomach. She needed to face Emmy, to make her understand that she'd left only to find those responsible for Mother's death... But Idris also knew she needed to face her, to apologize for leaving her behind.<br/> <br/> <span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(247, 218, 100)">"A Hell of a reunion indeed, though perhaps a bit more comfortable if you'd have prepared food. It was a long flight from Turkey and I'm famished. Airline food nowadays is just, well... unsuitable for my tastes."</span> Idris' dark, sultry voice cut through the room, thick with accent. Behind Emmy, Idris stood leaning against the wall with her arms crossed, her chocolate eyes trained on the girl she adored, the girl she'd once been the closest with among all their siblings. The girl had grown since she'd seen her last, her girlish features morphing into that of a young, capable woman. The fondness could be seen in Idris' eyes, even as her face remained expressionless.<br/> <br/> <span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(247, 218, 100)">"I would not have believed you had I not seen The Matrix with my own eyes in that video of yours."</span> Idris declared, straightening as she walked across the room towards Emmy, her white heels clicking against the ground, echoing around them.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(247, 218, 100)"> "You look beautiful, Emmy. It's been, well... It's been too long."</span> Idris murmured once she was closer, clasping her hands in front of herself elegantly as she smiled down at the girl. Idris herself was tall, though certainly not the tallest, but the heels made her even more so. Her business-woman disposition was as it had always been, but she seemed more... troubled, on edge than normal.</div><br/> <div style="margin: auto;max-width:450px;height:450px;text-align: center;line-height: 35px;letter-spacing: 10px;text-shadow: 1px 1px 10px #000;font-family: cinzel;font-size: 40px;color:#ffffff;margin-top:-40px;"><br/> •Idris•<br/> Bellucci </div><br/> <div style="color:#a4a4a4;text-align: center; font-size: 8px; letter-spacing: 3px; text-transform: uppercase;margin-top:-360px;">code by promethean</div></div>

Apothem

https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/apothem.26380/

2022-11-10T23:32:00

Teddy Naj

<div class="bbImageWrapper js-lbImage" data-lb-caption-extra-html="" data-lb-sidebar-href="" data-single-image="1" data-src="https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/attachments/1668119369450-jpeg.135537/" title="1668119369450.jpeg"> <img alt="1668119369450.jpeg" class="bbImage lazyload" data-src="https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/attachments/1668119369450-jpeg.135537/" data-url="" data-zoom-target="1" height="480" src="data:image/svg+xml;charset=utf-8,%3Csvg xmlns%3D'http%3A%2F%2Fwww.w3.org%2F2000%2Fsvg' width='480' height='480' viewBox%3D'0 0 480 480'%2F%3E" style="width: 308px" title="1668119369450.jpeg" width="480"/> <noscript><img alt="1668119369450.jpeg" class="bbImage" data-url="" data-zoom-target="1" height="480" src="https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/attachments/1668119369450-jpeg.135537/" style="width: 308px" title="1668119369450.jpeg" width="480"/></noscript> </div><br/>Tristan had finished off his sparring with Emmy. The routine in his life had become well known to both him and his baby sister. Tristan washed up and gathered his things once again. He put on his leather jacket and slung his guitar bag on his back.<br/>"I'll be back soon Emmy" he spoke in a soft voice before walking out of the main door.<br/><br/>And so his weekly routine would start again. He grabbed his motorcycle helmet and got onto his Honda motorcycle.<div class="bbCodeSpoiler"> <button class="bbCodeSpoiler-button button--longText button" data-xf-click="toggle" data-xf-init="tooltip" title="Click to reveal or hide spoiler" type="button"><span class="button-text"> <span>Spoiler: <span class="bbCodeSpoiler-button-title">Honda</span></span> </span></button> <div class="bbCodeSpoiler-content"> <div class="bbCodeBlock bbCodeBlock--spoiler"> <div class="bbCodeBlock-content"><div class="bbImageWrapper js-lbImage" data-lb-caption-extra-html="" data-lb-sidebar-href="" data-single-image="1" data-src="https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/attachments/1668115452128-png.135529/" title="1668115452128.png"> <img alt="1668115452128.png" class="bbImage lazyload" data-src="https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/attachments/1668115452128-png.135529/" data-url="" data-zoom-target="1" height="506" src="data:image/svg+xml;charset=utf-8,%3Csvg xmlns%3D'http%3A%2F%2Fwww.w3.org%2F2000%2Fsvg' width='642' height='506' viewBox%3D'0 0 642 506'%2F%3E" style="width: 398px" title="1668115452128.png" width="642"/> <noscript><img alt="1668115452128.png" class="bbImage" data-url="" data-zoom-target="1" height="506" src="https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/attachments/1668115452128-png.135529/" style="width: 398px" title="1668115452128.png" width="642"/></noscript> </div></div> </div> </div> </div>As usual he didn't know where he was going. He just drove, hoping beyond hope to catch a glimpse of Alley. This might have been the small difference in his weekly routine, he drove around a different part of town every week. He drove around for hours, until he, as usual, found himself in front of the 'Happy Pedlar'. The Pedlar had been known by different names. Back when Idris used to work behind the bar it had been called 'The Swan'. The classy establishment had long been past it's hay days and now was nothing more than a sleazy dive bar.<br/>The bar held some nostalgia for him though as it was the place where he had bounded with one of his eldest sisters for the first time. Truth be told, he hadn't made it easy on his elder siblings growing up.<br/><br/>Tris walked into the bar and took a booth in the corner. A middle-aged blond woman was performing on the stage. A cheap knock-off Dolly Parton, singing Jolene. Just awfull. She played the chords all wrong and her pitch and tone was off completely. Tristan ordered a beer and rumaged through his public phone. Two unanswered texts from Addy. She kept asking him to join him on bounty hunts and missions. It was nice of her to reach out, but Tristan always came up with an excuse. He couldn't just leave. What if Emmy needed him or more important what if she found Alley and she needed him.<br/><br/>When the Dolly Parton knock off finished her song and got of the stage under some scattered applause, Tristan got up. He walked up to the stage and lowered the microphone. He sat down on the stool and grabbed his guitar. He decided to open with a song he wrote himself. He played the opening chords to<a class="link link--external" data-proxy-href="/proxy.php?link=https%3A%2F%2Fwww.youtube.com%2Fwatch%3Fv%3Dzcwr9s1Wce4&amp;hash=914294ad873a35dfcb190fa1fde14a1b" href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zcwr9s1Wce4" rel="nofollow ugc noopener" target="_blank">Me and my guitar</a>and began to sing.<br/>As he played the hustle and bustle in the bar quiet down and people listened intently to his song full of passion. When the final chord was played his performance was followed by loud applause. He muttered a silent thanks in the microphone before starting his second song<a class="link link--external" data-proxy-href="/proxy.php?link=https%3A%2F%2Fwww.youtube.com%2Fwatch%3Fv%3Dk4V3Mo61fJM&amp;hash=07cceb22c65e89e28e8c1c0da33f8832" href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=k4V3Mo61fJM" rel="nofollow ugc noopener" target="_blank">Fix You</a>. This time when he finished the song he could see a cute ginger girl starting at him, intently. Deciding he could use some distraction he performed one more song all the while keeping eye contact with the girl. This time his song was a bit more cheerfull. He got to a standing positioned and decided to cover the song of a young and up and coming British singer song writer,<a class="link link--external" data-proxy-href="/proxy.php?link=https%3A%2F%2Fwww.youtube.com%2Fwatch%3Fv%3D2Vv-BfVoq4g&amp;hash=f10a509f5be0eaec1fb358db555a7d77" href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2Vv-BfVoq4g" rel="nofollow ugc noopener" target="_blank">Perfect</a><br/><br/>As he finished his final song, every one in the bar was hanging on his every word. Tristan thanked everyone and got of stage. He got back to his booth where he received some free drinks from several patrons. After about his third beer the ginger girl from earlier walked over.<br/><div class="bbCodeSpoiler"> <button class="bbCodeSpoiler-button button--longText button" data-xf-click="toggle" data-xf-init="tooltip" title="Click to reveal or hide spoiler" type="button"><span class="button-text"> <span>Spoiler: <span class="bbCodeSpoiler-button-title">Hook-up</span></span> </span></button> <div class="bbCodeSpoiler-content"> <div class="bbCodeBlock bbCodeBlock--spoiler"> <div class="bbCodeBlock-content"><div class="bbImageWrapper js-lbImage" data-lb-caption-extra-html="" data-lb-sidebar-href="" data-single-image="1" data-src="https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/attachments/1668117124884-png.135531/" title="1668117124884.png"> <img alt="1668117124884.png" class="bbImage lazyload" data-src="https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/attachments/1668117124884-png.135531/" data-url="" data-zoom-target="1" height="600" src="data:image/svg+xml;charset=utf-8,%3Csvg xmlns%3D'http%3A%2F%2Fwww.w3.org%2F2000%2Fsvg' width='506' height='600' viewBox%3D'0 0 506 600'%2F%3E" style="width: 199px" title="1668117124884.png" width="506"/> <noscript><img alt="1668117124884.png" class="bbImage" data-url="" data-zoom-target="1" height="600" src="https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/attachments/1668117124884-png.135531/" style="width: 199px" title="1668117124884.png" width="506"/></noscript> </div></div> </div> </div> </div>"Can I?" Was all she asked and Tristan gestured the booth was free. Tristan who was already quite buzzed didn't remember how long the small talk lasted between them but before Tristan knew it, they were making out.<br/>Amidst their make out session, Tristan could feel his phone buzzing. It wasn't his public phone however so part of his mind still had the notion to stop kissing, Karen? or was it Kristen?<br/>As he grabbed his phone he could recognize the voice of Emmy rambling about IT. Before he could respond she hang up. Tristan put down his phone and looked confused for a second, not sure what she meant. His abbreviated mind trying to connect the dots. However before he could, his date leaned in again for a kiss.<br/><br/>The remainder of the night passed in a blur. Tristan awoken in a strange bed, a red haired girl still asleep next to him. He rubbed his eyes and his head. "What had happened after that 4th beer..." He thought to himself. As he tried to piece last night back together he remembered the call of Emmy. "IT?... WHAT?!" It finally dawned on him. He had to leave, NOW! He got out of the bed and started searching for his clothed and stuff.<br/>The red haired girl, Karen? Kelly...? looked up with an amused and satisfied smile. "Leaving so soon? Thought we could have a third round...?"<br/>Tristan who was already clothed by now grabbed his remaining items, put on his jacket and walked out of her appartment. As he closed the door he heard her call after him: "Call me!"<br/><br/>Tristan jumped on his bike and drove home as fast as he could. "How could he have missed Emmy her message?" He thought to himself. He parked his bike at the front door and entered the mansion. He looked like a real mess. Wearing his dirty clothes from yesterday, still reeking from smoke and booze from the bar. His face was clearly unwashed and his hair undone. He wished he was the first to arrive so he could at least grab a fresh set of clothes, before anyone else would arrive. As he entered the bunker he saw Idris down the hallway,m. "Idris?...what...what are you doing back here?"<br/>Had Emmy called her, he wondered to himself as he walked over to Idris, being glad to see her.

Apothem

https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/apothem.26380/

2022-11-11T11:03:00

BoundObsession

<div class="bbm_float fleft" style="float:left;margin:0 10px 5px 0"> <div class="bbImageWrapper lazyload js-lbImage" data-lb-caption-extra-html="" data-lb-sidebar-href="" data-single-image="1" data-src="/proxy.php?image=https%3A%2F%2F64.media.tumblr.com%2Fc5e27bcf6c475c186499d0e082690694%2Ftumblr_o4ehz9YhjB1swwx3co1_250.png&amp;hash=28fe2f0d1e5e4689583decc028da710e" title="tumblr_o4ehz9YhjB1swwx3co1_250.png"> <img alt="tumblr_o4ehz9YhjB1swwx3co1_250.png" class="bbImage lazyload" data-src="/proxy.php?image=https%3A%2F%2F64.media.tumblr.com%2Fc5e27bcf6c475c186499d0e082690694%2Ftumblr_o4ehz9YhjB1swwx3co1_250.png&amp;hash=28fe2f0d1e5e4689583decc028da710e" data-url="https://64.media.tumblr.com/c5e27bcf6c475c186499d0e082690694/tumblr_o4ehz9YhjB1swwx3co1_250.png" data-zoom-target="1" height="" src="data:image/gif;base64,R0lGODlhAQABAIAAAAAAAP///yH5BAEAAAAALAAAAAABAAEAAAIBRAA7" style="" title="" width=""/> <noscript><img alt="tumblr_o4ehz9YhjB1swwx3co1_250.png" class="bbImage" data-url="https://64.media.tumblr.com/c5e27bcf6c475c186499d0e082690694/tumblr_o4ehz9YhjB1swwx3co1_250.png" data-zoom-target="1" height="" src="/proxy.php?image=https%3A%2F%2F64.media.tumblr.com%2Fc5e27bcf6c475c186499d0e082690694%2Ftumblr_o4ehz9YhjB1swwx3co1_250.png&amp;hash=28fe2f0d1e5e4689583decc028da710e" style="" title="" width=""/></noscript> </div> </div>Terry walked into the precinct a bloody mess. The desk sergeant jumped up from her seat.<br/><br/>"Good lord, lieutenant! What happened to you."<br/><br/>"It's not my blood," Terry muttered.<br/><br/>Lieutenant Stuart, Terry's partner took up the conversation. "We were trying to arrest a man for the murder of his wife. He pulled a gun. We pulled ours. But instead of pointing his gun at us, he put the barrel to his head and confessed to the murder. Lt. Morgan tried to stop him from killing himself. I don't know why. He was an abusive drunk who killed his wife. He deserved to die."<br/><br/>Terry glared at her partner and growled.<span style="font-size: 18px"><b>"I was trying to stop him from blowing his brains out in front of a crowd of people, including children. Children who will be traumatized by that jerk's actions. Meanwhile, a bunch of morons had their camera phones out taking video of the whole damn thing."</b></span><br/><br/>The desk sergeant backed away from her desk. Lt Morgan wasn't known for losing her temper like this.<br/><br/>Terry took a deep breath and mumbled, "I'm sorry" as an apology. "When he committed suicide, it was in the middle of City Plaza as hundreds of people, including families, were having lunch. I need to go to my office and change my clothes."<br/><br/>"Before you go lieutenant, you had a visitor earlier. A young lady. She wouldn't leave a name, but she left a message. She said your online order that was cancelled has been reinstated out of nowhere. A movie with Keanu Reeves and Lawrence Fishburne... then something about red pill blue pill."<br/><br/>Terry's body stiffened, though she tried to keep her emotions from showing. "Can you describe the woman, Mabel?"<br/><br/>"Late teens, brunette, attractive, and slightly taller than you."<br/><br/>Emmy! Almost the last person Terry expected to get in touch with her. If she was reaching out, it must be something dire.<br/><br/>"Tell the captain I've changed my mind. I will take some vacation time after all." Her boss had been trying to get Terry to take some time off for months, but Terry had always claimed she had too much work on her desk. But if the Matrix had come back to life, she had a feeling something terrible was about to happen.<br/><br/>Terry stopped in her office just long enough to wash up and change clothes. Her apartment was within walking distance of the precinct, but she didn't want to walk the distance covered in blood.<br/><br/>Terry's apartment was directly above a coffee shop/bookstore. The perfect location for a coffeeholic and bookworm like her, to whom sleep was a luxury.<br/><br/>Upon opening her door,<a class="link link--external" data-proxy-href="/proxy.php?link=https%3A%2F%2Fencrypted-tbn0.gstatic.com%2Fimages%3Fq%3Dtbn%3AANd9GcSfpAeFIW9K6U1GROhWINePZy6W_49o0RVBSA%26usqp%3DCAU&amp;hash=bbb35349cecf3a358c40fd95989e4df7" href="https://encrypted-tbn0.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcSfpAeFIW9K6U1GROhWINePZy6W_49o0RVBSA&amp;usqp=CAU" rel="nofollow ugc noopener" target="_blank">Willy</a>, her beagle scampered up to her. Scooping him up in her arms, she sat on the couch for a few minutes to cuddle him. Then told him softly, "Momma's going to have to leave you with Mrs. Murphy for a few days while she takes care of saving the world. Be a good boy while I'm gone."<br/><br/>"Right. Saving the world. As if........" she muttered. More like screwing it up even more. She couldn't do anything right in the eyes of Emmy or Addy. Why was either of them calling on her now?<br/><br/>Dropping Willy off with her neighbor, Terry grabbed her go bag and headed down to the garage.<br/><br/>The<a class="link link--external" data-proxy-href="/proxy.php?link=https%3A%2F%2Fimgix.ranker.com%2Fnode_img%2F63%2F1256650%2Foriginal%2Fjaguar-e-type-automobile-models-photo-1%3Fauto%3Dformat%26q%3D60%26fit%3Dcrop%26fm%3Dpjpg%26dpr%3D2%26w%3D650&amp;hash=be10b9f4afa440f5d95b55cad7c1c523" href="https://imgix.ranker.com/node_img/63/1256650/original/jaguar-e-type-automobile-models-photo-1?auto=format&amp;q=60&amp;fit=crop&amp;fm=pjpg&amp;dpr=2&amp;w=650" rel="nofollow ugc noopener" target="_blank">E-Type Jaguar</a>was one of those guilty pleasures she couldn't explain. She usually walked to work and used police-issued vehicles while on the job. But she saw it in a scrap yard in pieces and found a couple of mechanics that owed her favors to rebuild it. She loved it's sleek lines and the purr of it's engine. It didn't fit her conservative style of dress, but she didn't care.<br/><br/>When she arrived at the Manor, Terry didn't go directly to the bunker, but to the front door of the Manor. The security system seemed to be set to recognize her, because the door opened up for her. Walking through the empty rooms, looking for anyone, she came to the music room. The Steinway was still sitting by the fireplace. Wandering over, she sat on the bench and lightly fingered the keys. Music had always been her solace when everyone else was mad with her. When everyone wanted her to be something other than what she was.<br/><br/>She fell upon the very first piece her mother had taught her. The piece she played to her mother as she lay dying of cancer.<a class="link link--external" data-proxy-href="/proxy.php?link=https%3A%2F%2Fyoutu.be%2FDqpPRj6UZqc&amp;hash=a000a51175d5880ec3e9038182a989c5" href="https://youtu.be/DqpPRj6UZqc" rel="nofollow ugc noopener" target="_blank">Chopin</a>had always been her mother's favorite composer.<br/><br/>When she was finished with the piece, Terry laid her arms on the keyboard and her head on her arms, too tired to go looking for everyone else.

Apothem

https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/apothem.26380/

2022-11-11T12:25:00

Traveler

<div style="text-align: center">Kenji Avery<br/> 2:30 pm, Zero University Library<br/> <br/> <div class="bbImageWrapper js-lbImage" data-lb-caption-extra-html="" data-lb-sidebar-href="" data-single-image="1" data-src="https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/attachments/1668165704696-jpeg.135569/" title="1668165704696.jpeg"> <img alt="1668165704696.jpeg" class="bbImage lazyload" data-src="https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/attachments/1668165704696-jpeg.135569/" data-url="" data-zoom-target="1" height="168" src="data:image/svg+xml;charset=utf-8,%3Csvg xmlns%3D'http%3A%2F%2Fwww.w3.org%2F2000%2Fsvg' width='300' height='168' viewBox%3D'0 0 300 168'%2F%3E" style="width: 164px" title="1668165704696.jpeg" width="300"/> <noscript><img alt="1668165704696.jpeg" class="bbImage" data-url="" data-zoom-target="1" height="168" src="https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/attachments/1668165704696-jpeg.135569/" style="width: 164px" title="1668165704696.jpeg" width="300"/></noscript> </div> <div class="bbImageWrapper js-lbImage" data-lb-caption-extra-html="" data-lb-sidebar-href="" data-single-image="1" data-src="https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/attachments/6638_841357-444-9-13-2022-1582238099501-jpg.135568/" title="6638_841357-444-9-13-2022-1582238099501.jpg"> <img alt="6638_841357-444-9-13-2022-1582238099501.jpg" class="bbImage lazyload" data-src="https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/attachments/6638_841357-444-9-13-2022-1582238099501-jpg.135568/" data-url="" data-zoom-target="1" height="600" src="data:image/svg+xml;charset=utf-8,%3Csvg xmlns%3D'http%3A%2F%2Fwww.w3.org%2F2000%2Fsvg' width='468' height='600' viewBox%3D'0 0 468 600'%2F%3E" style="width: 80px" title="6638_841357-444-9-13-2022-1582238099501.jpg" width="468"/> <noscript><img alt="6638_841357-444-9-13-2022-1582238099501.jpg" class="bbImage" data-url="" data-zoom-target="1" height="600" src="https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/attachments/6638_841357-444-9-13-2022-1582238099501-jpg.135568/" style="width: 80px" title="6638_841357-444-9-13-2022-1582238099501.jpg" width="468"/></noscript> </div> <div class="bbImageWrapper lazyload js-lbImage" data-lb-caption-extra-html="" data-lb-sidebar-href="" data-single-image="1" data-src="/proxy.php?image=https%3A%2F%2Flibrary.udel.edu%2Fourspaces%2Fwp-content%2Fuploads%2Fsites%2F32%2F2018%2F09%2FIMG_0240_edited.jpg&amp;hash=52b5d30cbd408296f60665fea287b4ff" title="IMG_0240_edited.jpg"> <img alt="IMG_0240_edited.jpg" class="bbImage lazyload" data-src="/proxy.php?image=https%3A%2F%2Flibrary.udel.edu%2Fourspaces%2Fwp-content%2Fuploads%2Fsites%2F32%2F2018%2F09%2FIMG_0240_edited.jpg&amp;hash=52b5d30cbd408296f60665fea287b4ff" data-url="https://library.udel.edu/ourspaces/wp-content/uploads/sites/32/2018/09/IMG_0240_edited.jpg" data-zoom-target="1" height="" src="data:image/gif;base64,R0lGODlhAQABAIAAAAAAAP///yH5BAEAAAAALAAAAAABAAEAAAIBRAA7" style="width: 140px" title="" width=""/> <noscript><img alt="IMG_0240_edited.jpg" class="bbImage" data-url="https://library.udel.edu/ourspaces/wp-content/uploads/sites/32/2018/09/IMG_0240_edited.jpg" data-zoom-target="1" height="" src="/proxy.php?image=https%3A%2F%2Flibrary.udel.edu%2Fourspaces%2Fwp-content%2Fuploads%2Fsites%2F32%2F2018%2F09%2FIMG_0240_edited.jpg&amp;hash=52b5d30cbd408296f60665fea287b4ff" style="width: 140px" title="" width=""/></noscript> </div></div><br/>One more test. One more chance to fuck it all up and flunk out of the program.<br/><br/>He should have been studying for his exam, and though he was reading as he waited, it was to brush up on what he was going to be tutoring this day and not on what his own test was about. Maybe he was being foolish; he knew he could have made a quicker buck turning a wrench, but he was trying to turn a new leaf and do things the "right" way, whatever the fuck that was.<br/><br/>So he read and re-read the section on neuroplasticity and thought about how that had affected his own life. "<i>Smooth brain,"</i>he thought. "<i>No one wants that."</i><br/><br/>He felt a body invade his desk space and was about to tell them that he was waiting on someone when he looked up and locked eyes with a ghost from his past. He blinked. This could not be…it had to be someone who looked just like her. There was no way in Hell that Emmy would just walk up to him as if the last time they spoke she hadn't basically told him to get out of her life for good. Maybe she didn't say those words, but he had felt that meaning coming from her.<br/><br/>What was he supposed to say to her? Did she expect him to congratulate her in getting into the Digital Engineering program? Was he supposed to act like she hadn't broken his heart and kicked him out of the one place he had thought would be his forever home?<br/><br/>As she went on and on (and on) about his tutoring job, revealing that she knew more about his life than she had any right to know, he just stared at her. He was in such a state of shock that it would take hours before he realized what she had told him. He continued to stare at her, disbelieving the absolute balls on her – coming up to him like that after all those years! He was still staring off into space when his appointment arrived and asked him if he was their tutor.<br/><br/><i>…A few days later around 7am…</i><br/><br/>He didn't know if he had flunked that final or not. He had to compartmentalize his thoughts, boxing away that odd little reunion so he could focus. Now that it was done, he could allow himself to think about Emmy's visit and what it all meant.<br/>Maybe it meant nothing. After all, Emmy could turn on the charm, make you feel like you were her whole world, then turn into glaciers the moment it suited her.<br/><br/><i>"Maybe she's bipolar?"</i>the clinical side of his mind wondered. But no – Mother would have diagnosed her if she had been. Maybe it was PTSD, and she had finally snapped. Maybe she was just fucking with him.<br/><br/><div class="bbImageWrapper bbImageAligned--left js-lbImage" data-lb-caption-extra-html="" data-lb-sidebar-href="" data-single-image="1" data-src="https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/attachments/6638_000-8-31-2016-5476-jpg.135570/" title="6638_000-8-31-2016-5476.jpg"> <img alt="6638_000-8-31-2016-5476.jpg" class="bbImage lazyload" data-src="https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/attachments/6638_000-8-31-2016-5476-jpg.135570/" data-url="" data-zoom-target="1" height="600" src="data:image/svg+xml;charset=utf-8,%3Csvg xmlns%3D'http%3A%2F%2Fwww.w3.org%2F2000%2Fsvg' width='800' height='600' viewBox%3D'0 0 800 600'%2F%3E" style="width: 230px" title="6638_000-8-31-2016-5476.jpg" width="800"/> <noscript><img alt="6638_000-8-31-2016-5476.jpg" class="bbImage" data-url="" data-zoom-target="1" height="600" src="https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/attachments/6638_000-8-31-2016-5476-jpg.135570/" style="width: 230px" title="6638_000-8-31-2016-5476.jpg" width="800"/></noscript> </div>Instead of running to the manor and rescuing Emmy from whatever mess had happened with "IT," he decided to give it some time. He put away his books and dressed for the gym, figuring some good 'ol physical exertion might help him focus on things that were really important – like a future that didn't get all emotional on you and push you away, and a family that didn't scatter as soon as a real tragedy struck, or…well, he didn't know what else to add to it all. He only knew that he was pissed.<br/><br/>Emmy should have left him alone. Why did she have to go stirring up the past again? He was just starting to see daylight and to get his shit together, and now this?<br/><br/>Kenji had just finished his fifth set and was taking a break on the bench when he suddenly realized why he was so angry at her.<br/><br/><i>"I miss them."</i><br/><br/>The thought struck him like a physical gut punch. He felt like he wanted to puke.<br/><br/>He missed them, and he had almost forgotten what that felt like. Then Emmy had come back into his life, sat next to him, and reminded him how much it hurt to lose them all.

Apothem

https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/apothem.26380/

2022-11-11T20:04:00

exocat

<div class="bbImageWrapper js-lbImage" data-lb-caption-extra-html="" data-lb-sidebar-href="" data-single-image="1" data-src="https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/attachments/ab1-jpg.135589/" title="AB1.jpg"> <img alt="AB1.jpg" class="bbImage lazyload" data-src="https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/attachments/ab1-jpg.135589/" data-url="" data-zoom-target="1" height="512" src="data:image/svg+xml;charset=utf-8,%3Csvg xmlns%3D'http%3A%2F%2Fwww.w3.org%2F2000%2Fsvg' width='512' height='512' viewBox%3D'0 0 512 512'%2F%3E" style="width: 268px" title="AB1.jpg" width="512"/> <noscript><img alt="AB1.jpg" class="bbImage" data-url="" data-zoom-target="1" height="512" src="https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/attachments/ab1-jpg.135589/" style="width: 268px" title="AB1.jpg" width="512"/></noscript> </div><br/><br/>The runners sprinted around the red rubberized track. The frontrunners were the pride of the Zero City Community College's Women's Track and Field Team, and they were already destined for high-profile collegiate teams once they transferred to their chosen four-year schools. Behind them came the rest. Leading them was a slim girl of average height, her blonde ponytail swishing madly as she crossed the finish line.<br/><br/>The track coach checked her stopwatch. "Good time, good time! "I think that's a new record for you, Iris."<br/><br/>Iris took a cooldown jog then bent over to catch her breath. She wasn't surprised. Ever since she woke up she could feel the power of the Matrix tingling in every fiber of her being. It strengthened her in every way. She straightened and stretched, and then she saw her.<br/><br/>Emmy.<br/><br/>She was leaning back on the hood of a Mustang. Iris had long since stopped trying to figure out what Emmy was trying to say with her little poses, because they all meant the same thing:<i>I'm better than you.</i><br/><br/>Iris waited for Emmy to make the first move. It rarely took long. Before Iris left the mansion, there was always a demand, a task, something to be done, another little dance for Iris the marionette to perform to satisfy Emmy's compulsive need to tell her what to do. She exhaled and reminded herself that it was probably just Emmy's way of dealing her life being upended, all their lives. She couldn't control what happened, so she had to settle for controlling everything left around her, including Iris.<br/><br/>Then Emmy gave her a cryptic nod, just one nod, and got back in the Mustang. Iris furrowed her brow and watched the cars taillights until Emmy turned a corner back onto the main thoroughfare.<br/><br/>"Curiouser and curiouser," she murmured.<br/><br/>The Power. It had to be. Iris felt it. Of course Emmy would know about it. The Matrix, the Cabal, the Mansion, it was her whole world. And what was a boss girl without a team to boss around.<br/><br/>It was just around dinnertime when Iris pulled up to the gate to the Mansion's grounds in her rattletrap Honda Civic. She stared at the access keypad, lost in memory, then punched in her code. She watched the gate open and a host of repressed memories welled up in her, but she shoved them down again. The Civic coughed and sputtered, but she revved the engine and took it slowly around the drive. She couldn't help but admire the Mansion. The graceful beauty of its architecture always had a calming effect on her, even at the worst of times. She drove around back, and saw a few other cars and a motorcycle. She grimaced and parked next to them. She got out, hiked up her jeans, smoothed her oversized collegiate hoodie, then closed the car door. She walked across the back courtyard to the one of the rear entrances. Everything was so familiar. The scent of the forest, the cool coastal breeze, even the crunching of her trainers on the courtyard stones, all of them seemed about to transport her back in time. She hopped up the few slate steps to the entryway and stood before the stout wooden door.<br/><br/>She paused a moment, took a deep breath, then spoke.<br/><br/>"Blue."<br/><br/>The door's electronic lock clicked open. She slipped inside, and closed it behind her.<br/><br/><br/>The Mansion was just as she remembered. She followed its corridors and passages to the entrance of what she called the Underworld. Mother had built it all by herself, so the story went. She spoke her codename again, and descended into its depths. She was so close now. She could feel Matrix pulsing, its strong regular rhythm resonating throughout her body. She quickened her pace without thinking.<i> What hollow lives the normies live</i>, she thought,<i>what shabby little lives.</i>She felt a momentary pang of shame. Her parents, her<i>real</i>parents, were normies, she supposed. She would find them one day, and be normal with them, and it would be beautiful. But she couldn't think of that now. The Matrix lay ahead, resting in its containment field. In a few more steps she stood before it. Its power caressed her like the hands of a lover, like the eidolon of a goddess, a goddess that chose her. She closed her eyes and spread her hands, luxuriating in its invisible radiance.<br/><br/>Her lips parted in an almost imperceptible whisper.<br/><br/>"I missed you."

Apothem

https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/apothem.26380/

2022-11-11T21:38:00

Purplefairydust

Fold in under..... Pull here, then.... There. Alissa stared at her creation, smiling when the child seated next to her gasped in amazement before letting out a terrified sqeeuk as the plane started its descent. Alissa placed the intricate paper dragon on the girls lap. All fear forgotten the girl picked up the dragon with a smile. The girls mother, which had first been very uncomfortable with the weirdly dressed woman entertaining her child, gave her a grateful smile.<br/><div class="bbImageWrapper js-lbImage" data-lb-caption-extra-html="" data-lb-sidebar-href="" data-single-image="1" data-src="https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/attachments/images-jpeg-9-jpg.135582/" title="images.jpeg-9.jpg"> <img alt="images.jpeg-9.jpg" class="bbImage lazyload" data-src="https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/attachments/images-jpeg-9-jpg.135582/" data-url="" data-zoom-target="1" height="428" src="data:image/svg+xml;charset=utf-8,%3Csvg xmlns%3D'http%3A%2F%2Fwww.w3.org%2F2000%2Fsvg' width='602' height='428' viewBox%3D'0 0 602 428'%2F%3E" style="" title="images.jpeg-9.jpg" width="602"/> <noscript><img alt="images.jpeg-9.jpg" class="bbImage" data-url="" data-zoom-target="1" height="428" src="https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/attachments/images-jpeg-9-jpg.135582/" style="" title="images.jpeg-9.jpg" width="602"/></noscript> </div><br/>Alissa returned the smile, let the woman think what she wanted too. This had been for her, not the child. Sitting in a plane for hours, she had to keep her mind busy, hence the difficulty of her creation. It was either this or her inner voices going nuts. Why is she entertaining this?! She didn't know whether to laugh or be offended when the fortune teller reached out to her. She decided it was funny but told the messanger to get a real job and tell whoever sent her (oh she knows exactly who it was!!) she made a mistake, she has no idea what she meant and she was home.<br/><br/>That had been a week ago, whether she got the message, who knows. But slowly it ate away at her. Why. Why call her, even if the matrix was back? They didn't want her there then, why now? Why when she was finally rid of them all?! Why was she going back......... She missed Tristan.... NO! He had all his other sisters now, she was nothing but a burden to him.<br/><br/>Waiting for her bags she was very aware of the eyes on her. Allisa always drew attention, some days because she was talking to herself out loud, others because she had taken to wearing whatever she wanted, no matter what others thought of it. Today she had dressed in what made her feel pretty. She wanted to feel pretty. Needed to. What if they were there? Perfect Addy with her stupid pretty hair, or Emmy with her perfect everything! In fact, all of them were so pretty, maybe that is why Tristan were more worried about them than her.<div class="bbImageWrapper js-lbImage" data-lb-caption-extra-html="" data-lb-sidebar-href="" data-single-image="1" data-src="https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/attachments/b632e68e51493516e8529d5be32602f6-jpg.135596/" title="b632e68e51493516e8529d5be32602f6.jpg"> <img alt="b632e68e51493516e8529d5be32602f6.jpg" class="bbImage lazyload" data-src="https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/attachments/b632e68e51493516e8529d5be32602f6-jpg.135596/" data-url="" data-zoom-target="1" height="600" src="data:image/svg+xml;charset=utf-8,%3Csvg xmlns%3D'http%3A%2F%2Fwww.w3.org%2F2000%2Fsvg' width='400' height='600' viewBox%3D'0 0 400 600'%2F%3E" style="" title="b632e68e51493516e8529d5be32602f6.jpg" width="400"/> <noscript><img alt="b632e68e51493516e8529d5be32602f6.jpg" class="bbImage" data-url="" data-zoom-target="1" height="600" src="https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/attachments/b632e68e51493516e8529d5be32602f6-jpg.135596/" style="" title="b632e68e51493516e8529d5be32602f6.jpg" width="400"/></noscript> </div><br/>Once she had all her bags she didn't have to wait long for a taxi. "Where to miss?" You shouldn't be here" The man turned in his seat. "Excuse me?" But the young woman wasn't even looking at him, she was talking to her reflection in the mirror. They they want you and he doesn't need you. " she tilted her head" Then why did he keep on tagging along, forcing you to move again and again until we had finally lost him. "" But you miss him, "<br/>"I just want to know if he is okay" "You& know he's okay, I can feel it after al. Then wh...." I'm sorry miss perhaps you should get out.<br/><br/>"Too late now Alissa, let's go" she finally looked at the man. She gave him the adress, hoping for the best. Who knows, they may not even show up

Apothem

https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/threads/apothem.26380/

2022-11-12T07:15:00

Dragongoddess

<div class="bbImageWrapper bbImageAligned--left js-lbImage" data-lb-caption-extra-html="" data-lb-sidebar-href="" data-single-image="1" data-src="https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/attachments/katherine-mcnamara-leather-jacket-jpg.135641/" title="katherine-mcnamara-leather-jacket.jpg"> <img alt="katherine-mcnamara-leather-jacket.jpg" class="bbImage lazyload" data-src="https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/attachments/katherine-mcnamara-leather-jacket-jpg.135641/" data-url="" data-zoom-target="1" height="600" src="data:image/svg+xml;charset=utf-8,%3Csvg xmlns%3D'http%3A%2F%2Fwww.w3.org%2F2000%2Fsvg' width='450' height='600' viewBox%3D'0 0 450 600'%2F%3E" style="height: 200px; width: auto" title="katherine-mcnamara-leather-jacket.jpg" width="450"/> <noscript><img alt="katherine-mcnamara-leather-jacket.jpg" class="bbImage" data-url="" data-zoom-target="1" height="600" src="https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/attachments/katherine-mcnamara-leather-jacket-jpg.135641/" style="height: 200px; width: auto" title="katherine-mcnamara-leather-jacket.jpg" width="450"/></noscript> </div><b><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(184, 49, 47)"><span style="font-family: 'Lobster Two'"><span style="font-size: 18px">NAME: Adaleigh Christine Daughtry</span></span></span><br/> <span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'">Alias: </span></b><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'">Cabal Red, too many personal aliases to list<br/> <b>Primary Nicknames</b>: AC, Addy<br/> <b>Age: </b>26<br/> <b>Date/Time: </b><i>Need more information</i><br/> <b>Location: </b>Outside the Manor<br/> <b>Wearing: </b>See Picture<br/> <b>Mood Music:</b> <a class="link link--external" data-proxy-href="/proxy.php?link=https%3A%2F%2Fwww.youtube.com%2Fwatch%3Fv%3DiC7wWFQUUqU%26list%3DTLPQMTExMTIwMjK1Nu5Gk7wsEw%26index%3D17&amp;hash=3dabc10ad39631c48e3999c037b3a45a" href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=iC7wWFQUUqU&amp;list=TLPQMTExMTIwMjK1Nu5Gk7wsEw&amp;index=17" rel="nofollow ugc noopener" target="_blank">Coming Home</a>, <a class="link link--external" data-proxy-href="/proxy.php?link=https%3A%2F%2Fwww.youtube.com%2Fwatch%3Fv%3D7bnX-6sJZBw%26list%3DTLPQMTExMTIwMjK1Nu5Gk7wsEw%26index%3D11&amp;hash=57904ad0cf13159e74d0780ce00f018a" href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7bnX-6sJZBw&amp;list=TLPQMTExMTIwMjK1Nu5Gk7wsEw&amp;index=11" rel="nofollow ugc noopener" target="_blank">Home</a></span><br/><b><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'">Tagging: </span></b>O<span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'">pen!</span><br/><hr class="bbc-hr"/>Adaleigh Daughtry sat on a rooftop in a quiet, suburban town the night she sent a text to one of her brothers, asking for help on a new mission. Shortly after, her phone went off with Emmy's personal ringtone. AC's heartbeat picked up as memories flooded her senses. She missed the baby sister with whom she used to play with as a younger girl. She missed the Cabal and her Musketeer brothers. They had been the last ones regularly left...Chris, Kenji, Tristan, Emmy and her... They were the ones she had abandoned... As the happy memories of playing and training with her family saddened into memories of the family falling apart and her eventual warning less disappearance, AC hurried to pick up the phone.<br/><br/><span style="font-family: 'Lobster Two'"><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(184, 49, 47)">"AC. Everything--"</span></span><span style="font-family: 'Bad Script', 'cursive'"><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(184, 49, 47)"> </span></span>The redhead began before her youngest sister frantically cut her off, scurrying about her words. If Emmy's stressed speed and immediate hang up was not enough to make the conversation nearly incomprehensible, AC's poor reception certainly didn't help the situation. However, the young woman was able to catch Emmy's plea to "...come home..." This was a plea Adaleigh had heard a few different times from the siblings she left behind.<br/><br/>After Emmy hung up, Addy couldn't help but look at her phone in confusion. The last time Emmy had asked her Red sister to return had seemed like ages ago. In reality, it couldn't have been more than a year ago. Still, this time felt different. Emmy wasn't<i>asking</i>AC to come home...She<i>needed</i>her to. As soon as AC saw the messages, she knew exactly why she was needed back. So AC took off, finishing her mission on her own. She hadn't really needed her brother, anyways. She just missed the three of them. Now, it seemed like she was probably going to see them sooner than she had ever expected...<br/><br/><hr class="bbc-hr bbc-hr--5"/><br/>A few days later, AC found herself on her<a class="link link--external" data-proxy-href="/proxy.php?link=https%3A%2F%2F64.media.tumblr.com%2F0a52034dcc35c056fba952b1ff7a13cc%2Ftumblr_o1m8qgyuyB1u9topzo1_640.jpg&amp;hash=de3db82b30416564121879b19a234bf8" href="https://64.media.tumblr.com/0a52034dcc35c056fba952b1ff7a13cc/tumblr_o1m8qgyuyB1u9topzo1_640.jpg" rel="nofollow ugc noopener" target="_blank">bike</a>, pulling up to the Manor where "Mother" had raised the six youngest with Chris, Terry, and Idris' help. As Addy was stopped by the gates,<a class="link link--external" data-proxy-href="/proxy.php?link=https%3A%2F%2Fwww.youtube.com%2Fwatch%3Fv%3DiC7wWFQUUqU%26list%3DTLPQMTExMTIwMjK1Nu5Gk7wsEw%26index%3D18&amp;hash=c58448dbd9b702d77667001711b63a7a" href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=iC7wWFQUUqU&amp;list=TLPQMTExMTIwMjK1Nu5Gk7wsEw&amp;index=18" rel="nofollow ugc noopener" target="_blank">Coming Home</a>blared loudly over her motorcycle's speakers. The song had sparked many memories in the Manor for her. While Chris and Idris seemed to compete for familial leadership, Adaleigh had much more naturally become the obvious Cabal team leader. Her lack of need for sleep and trained mental and physical states allowed her the ease with which she could determine the best course of action. Her strong relationships with almost all of the siblings and middle-ranged age allowed her to bridge the gaps between each of her siblings, from eldest to youngest and earn the redhead the team's trust, despite her early years. Adaleigh had never been the one to get in between sibling spats or try to control them. Like Mother, she believed independence and personal choices were essential to the greatest functioning of the team. But long before Mother died, AC had been allowed the freedom to lead the team, a role that made Mother's death all the worse for her.<br/><br/>As Adaleigh's thoughts turned back to the last few years living in the Manor, Coming Home finished, with the unmistakable guitar intro of<a class="link link--external" data-proxy-href="/proxy.php?link=https%3A%2F%2Fwww.youtube.com%2Fwatch%3Fv%3DLMuDrj5BpM0&amp;hash=e0429548197000614a0ff2e787edd865" href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LMuDrj5BpM0" rel="nofollow ugc noopener" target="_blank">Highway to Hell</a>guiding the slow crawl AC took the rest of the way towards the other cars. From the look of it, Addy thought most of the family must have actually come at Emmy's plea. Sliding off the bike, it finally hit AC that if everyone was already here, then this would be the first time the whole family was in one place together since Mother's death... That thought hit the redhead hard, sending her leaning back into the bike with a pause.<br/><br/>As AC stood alone, staring at the large Manor in which most of her favorite...and least favorite...memories occurred, the redhead started to have second thoughts. Could she really do this? Would any of them have forgiven her for not being more prepared? For letting Mother die? Mother had trusted her...Mother had trained her to lead the team...And Addy had failed...<br/><br/>The young woman was already swinging her leg back over the bike when a voice from nowhere sent shivers up her spine. The familiar voice of the person who caught her trying to make a break for it before anyone noticed sent shivers up the redhead's spine.<span style="font-family: 'Lobster Two'"><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(184, 49, 47)">"SHIT!"</span></span><span style="font-family: 'Bad Script', 'cursive'"><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(184, 49, 47)"> </span></span>AC cried as she stumbled back, nearly dropping the motorcycle on her own leg.