The following RP took place in the world chat, and was open to any and all participants that wished to have joined. The RP dice roller was used to determine the outcome of certain events.
* Jaxon finished stuffing scarves into his bag just outside Whit's shop, and looked up, left and right. It was definitely about to start raining, but he had a plan tonight. He was going to get a piece of zombie brain, one way or another.
* Yasu sighed faintly to himself as he trekked, studying the thick clouds fat with rain above, tugging the black scarf tighter around his neck. The dark and slick trenchcoat would do well to keep him dry, but it would do nothing for the neck up. Fresh from a last minute shower and lacking an umbrella, both regrets on his part, his ink black hair clung to his light features in starker contrast than usual. That same spirit as always clung to him, digging its claw like hands into his shoulders and wrapping its lower half around him like a possesive serpant, piggybacking like a boatload of troubles might weigh on ones shoulders. Yet Yasu gave it no more mind than usual, though its unusual silence did wager a glance back out of curiousity. Sighting Jaxon, he strode closer and clasped a dark gloved hand around the strap of his shoulder bag, adjusting it. "You're here early," he greeted in his usual manner, straight faced with only the smallest tinge to his lips suggesting any sort of friendship held for the other male. "Then again, that makes two of us." Outfit
* Jameson Dade found himself on the street. He had been in the process of making his way through a building, following a lead, in search of a Plutocrat's band. He'd found one before, given it as a gift to his sire, and every time he got to the sixth floor - something weird happened. He got randomly teleported to another part of the city. But he was determined. Or had been until he'd found some meth on the ground. On. The. Ground. Of all the places. So it was hours later, and he was on the street with a tattered umbrella he'd lifted from a homeless man, and he was looking for something to do. Noted, he looked more than a little distracted when he bumped into a couple of men.
* Jana pulled her hair tight up into a bun as she walked through the sewer, thick boots making muffled sounds against the hard surface as she carefully avoided the water. It didn't help that she so rarely showered now, but she didn't want to smell like sewer water. Ever. Especially not in this gear. Her training gear. As she passed one of the jacket-clad paladins in the sewer, she gave a slight nod, out of simple politeness, even as he bared his teeth at her. She could almost hear the word in his mind. Abomination in training. She doubted he would ever believe she hadn't become this by choice. It had been forced on her. But, still. She had her broker, now. She had to deal in filthy back alleys like some drug addict for a fix of ruby liquid at least once per week, if not more often. But still she trained, three times weekly, though usually more. Her sword, which she had nicknamed Red Fang for its ruby colored hilt and long, curved blade, lay sheathed across her back, and Dark Avenger, the gun she'd bought from the online auction house, was strapped to her right shoulder, where she felt most comfortable with it. But, of course, she was having problems finding her way in the sewer. And the paladin was unlikely to assist her. {Jacket + Beneath The Jacket (Hairstyle not withstanding)}
* Jaxon pulled the hood of his blue hoodie over his head as he scowled at the darkening sky suspiciously. He flashed a grin as he spotted a familiar form approaching and stepped up closer to greet Yasu in return. "Was just double-checking my stash." He admitted with a chuckle. "Do you have a... knife or something? Anything to defend yourself?" He winced. Where they were going - the QZ - things could be a little scary. He hefted the messenger bag on a shoulder, adjusting the weight of a camcorder, weapons, and plastic bags for keeping things inside, before stepping to the street to lead the way.
* Yasu raised a brow, moving to answer and follow when another figure bumped into him. He grunted softly at the physical contact, stepping back and staring wordlessly at the new face to enter the gathering. The tattered umbrella and distant stare puzzled him briefly. Drunk, perhaps? He didn't smell strongly of that, but there was a scent of something he couldn't place. Keeping a wary bit of space between himself and the stranger out of habit, he murmured a quick "Excuse me," to the man, stepping closer to Jaxons direction. The spirit tightened its grip on his Anima, causing him to grit his teeth out of reflex and turn his head away.
<Jameson Dade> His umbrella dropped to the ground, still clasped in his hand as it was, the pointed end scraped against concrete, the little prongs like bat-wings holding non-permeable fabric between their metal fingers. When he took a step and another towards the pair (they seemed to know where they were going), it caught and further tore and then eventually fell out of his hand altogether. Why did he even need it to begin with? The sun was out and shining bright. It was spring, and flowers were growing, vibrant blooming life that popped up through cracks in the sidewalk; jutting up from sewer grates. "Where are we going tonight?" He asked, as he kept in stride with the duo.
<Jaxon> "To the secret government place." Jax replied to the stranger without missing a beat. He flashed a grin to Yasu and winked. "If Jack's up for it, that is." He nudged his shoulder against his friend's good-naturedly.
* Yasu glanced between Jameson and Jaxon, eventually shrugging to himself as he simply went with the flow. In answer to Jaxons original question he reached back, sliding something out hidden against his back beneath the trench coat. The sheath seemed battered, navy in color, but the long katana blade was likely still usable in the right hands. "Always," he murmured simply, sliding the weapon into the loop of hisblack jeans and resting a palm on the hilt.
<Jameson Dade> Secret government place. Very Bond-y. There had to be something there worth swiping. Jameson had found that the seemingly most innocuous of things, like crystal paper weights, for example could go for a lot of money. Money that he didn't strictly need, mind - but he'd grown up poor. He liked to put it in stacks in his linen closet. "Hello Jack and Jill, I'm Jameson." He said, his voice soft, distant as he followed along after.
* Jana had a bit of a saunter to her hips as she made her way to the sewer grate leading up into the quarantine. The smell of death and decay no longer deterred her. If anything, it actually got her adrenaline running. It was to the point that she actually had to stop, turn, face away from the grate, and close her eyes to take a drink from her metal water bottle, strapped as it was to her right thigh by a retractable strap. She tucked it back into her jeans pocket, just as her grandmother spoke. "You shouldn't have come alone, Deborah." "Oh, really, Nana? I have you!" "An insubstantial spirit cannot protect you from the dead, my child." If she cared more, she would pay better attention to how her voice echoed through the sewer tunnels, and her grandmother's did not.
* Jaxon snorted at the strangers reply, shoving his hands into the pockets of his hoodie. "My name's Jaxon." He replied with an easy shrug. "And he's Yasu. But I call him Jack." He smiled crookedly as he continued his easy pace down the street. "There's a place I found... weird stuff is going on there. Horror movie stuff."
* Yasu faltered for all of a half second before continuing to follow, a flicker of unease crossing his face. "Horror movie stuff, huh?" The faint touch of accent thickened briefly, betraying his otherwise stoic expression. "Like what, exactly?" He turned his head. scowling over his shouder with a faint mutter. "Yes, I'm aware, now shut up. I'm trying to focus without your cheek."
<Jameson Dade> Horror movie. Horrorshow. "And we're to play the part of malchicks for the evening?" he asked as the trio made their way towards the sewer entrance. The street itself was, for the most part, abandoned. At least until there was the rhythmic stomp of feet approaching. Heavy boots. Jameson ducked behind Jaxon when he saw the flash of a blade. Of course it wasn't really there. It never was. But the power of suggestion... "We're going to see the dead things, of course." He added in a hushed tone.
* Jaxon cast a surprised look toward the stranger and then nodded. "The dead things. Yeah." He shook his head and winced. "You have to see it to believe it, Jack. Just trust me on that." He paused over a sewer grate and let out a sigh. "This way." He mumbled, crouching to shove the cover out of the way and then scramble down the slick ladder.
* Yasu froze completely, the sharp tug of his brows shattering his collected disposition. "Dead??" he hissed down the sewer entrance, gripping the blade tighter. "As in...spiritual dead or...zombie dead?" A shift of weight, followed by a glance Jamesons way, then down again with accusation in his eyes. Zombies? He could deal with. But the risk of walking into a certain migraine of attention grabbing spirits wasn't so easy a pill to swallow. Eventually, with a muttered string of oaths very much unlike his usual self, he dropped in after, sliding down the ladder and landing in a slight crouch.
<Jameson Dade> The droogs were coming, but they were no friends of his, with their knives and guns, and ultra-violence. When the other two cleared the sewer ladder, he dropped through the manhole, tugging the cover after him so that he hung briefly from it, before falling to his feet. It was dark in the sewers with only maintenance lights running periodically through the tunnels. He rarely went there, and the smell reminded him of a crack den. All body functions and depression. "There are bad things the other way, we should hurry."
* Jana continued the seemingly-one-sided disagreement with her grandmother farther down the corridor of sewer tunnels. The elderly woman had now insulted her tight-fitted choice of practice garment, which Jana was responding to in heated tones, voice rising quite shrilly, as she listed off other choices from her tiny wardrobe. "Corsets?! Stilettos?! ******* evening gowns that swirl across the floor?!?! Can you imagine how easily I'd become zombie bait?!" The yelling continued...
* Jaxon aimed an uncertain look at the stranger who had yet to name himself. "Who's coming?" He asked, turning a slow circle where he stood. It wouldn't be the first time he'd been snuck up on. But he didn't spot anyone or anything, save for a rat scurrying by. "This way." He flashed a grin to Yasu and ducked down a familiar path, boots splashing in the bit of water they were walking in.
* Yasu exhaled slowly through his nose and ran a thumb over the necklace he wore. The dragon shaped silver came with a mutter, too quiet to make out. He followed again, keeping a firm hand on his blade. The echoed shouts of something distant and approaching made him stiffen, glancing around in order to seek out the source. "We aren't alone..." he noted.
<Jameson Dade> "Bad things." He said. Not helpful really. Jameson had learned not to take to the sewers often because they housed a myriad of paladins and hunters, all of whom seemed to want to take a hunk out of him. He wasn't really a fighter, more a thief than anything else. Of course the shouting that approached distracted from that, and it seemed that moments later, there was a red head who made her way onto the scene. "I don't think that one's dead." Though something about her did not seem totally alive either.
* Jana growled as she spun on the spot, walking past the spirit of her grandma Rose, climbing easily up the ladder to the sewer grate, trying - and failing - to lift it one-handed. "They always make it look easy in the movies," she muttered. "Well, you're not in a movie, Deborah!" her grandmother replied, still right behind her, as always. "Oh, my god, can you just leave me ALONE for five ******* minutes, Grandma!?" The spirit seemed to step back from the ladder, but didn't leave. "I said I wouldn't, Deborah Rose Vaughn. Don't use that language at me." Jana tensed, her shoulders clenching up. "You're hovering. You never hovered when you were alive." "You need me more now, Deborah." "I need you ALIVE, Grandma! Not a ghost! Just come back to life, damn it! Please!" She'd asked before. And like before, the answer was the same. Silent. Her grandma remained present, but said no more. But now she was distracted, eyes drawn to the company of males approaching. "Hi." Her right hand settled on the grip of Dark Avenger, just in case. She wondered what they'd heard.
* Jaxon stared a beat at the psychotic female, giving a slow-blink, before awkwardly adjusting the strap of his messenger bag on his shoulder. "Okay." He said simply, a frown tugging at his lips. Jaxon had a plan. "Nothing's so bad you can't defeat it, Jamie." He replied to the twitching man. "Or run away. Monty Python style." He waggled his fingers in the air for effect. "Right, Jack?" He glanced sideways at the man.
* Yasu came up short, first staring at the girl who'd joined them... and then at her unseeable companion. He gave the elderly ghost a long hard stare, then shifted his gaze back to Jana. This time his expression was a rare one. Empathetic pity. He didn't comment verbally on her vocal outburst, but it was obvious by his facial shift that he understood it in a way very few could. Drawn from his thoughts by Jaxon, he glanced back. "Hm? Oh uh...right." His tone somewhat distracted as he glanced back, studying the spirit curiously. She seemed far friendlier then his own, by first glance, and he almost envied that fact. As if on cue, the dark figure that clung to him flashed a wicked shadow grin the other spirits way, muttering to its host. Yasu deepened his scowl in silent reply.
* Yasu sighed faintly to himself as he trekked, studying the thick clouds fat with rain above, tugging the black scarf tighter around his neck. The dark and slick trenchcoat would do well to keep him dry, but it would do nothing for the neck up. Fresh from a last minute shower and lacking an umbrella, both regrets on his part, his ink black hair clung to his light features in starker contrast than usual. That same spirit as always clung to him, digging its claw like hands into his shoulders and wrapping its lower half around him like a possesive serpant, piggybacking like a boatload of troubles might weigh on ones shoulders. Yet Yasu gave it no more mind than usual, though its unusual silence did wager a glance back out of curiousity. Sighting Jaxon, he strode closer and clasped a dark gloved hand around the strap of his shoulder bag, adjusting it. "You're here early," he greeted in his usual manner, straight faced with only the smallest tinge to his lips suggesting any sort of friendship held for the other male. "Then again, that makes two of us." Outfit
* Jameson Dade found himself on the street. He had been in the process of making his way through a building, following a lead, in search of a Plutocrat's band. He'd found one before, given it as a gift to his sire, and every time he got to the sixth floor - something weird happened. He got randomly teleported to another part of the city. But he was determined. Or had been until he'd found some meth on the ground. On. The. Ground. Of all the places. So it was hours later, and he was on the street with a tattered umbrella he'd lifted from a homeless man, and he was looking for something to do. Noted, he looked more than a little distracted when he bumped into a couple of men.
* Jana pulled her hair tight up into a bun as she walked through the sewer, thick boots making muffled sounds against the hard surface as she carefully avoided the water. It didn't help that she so rarely showered now, but she didn't want to smell like sewer water. Ever. Especially not in this gear. Her training gear. As she passed one of the jacket-clad paladins in the sewer, she gave a slight nod, out of simple politeness, even as he bared his teeth at her. She could almost hear the word in his mind. Abomination in training. She doubted he would ever believe she hadn't become this by choice. It had been forced on her. But, still. She had her broker, now. She had to deal in filthy back alleys like some drug addict for a fix of ruby liquid at least once per week, if not more often. But still she trained, three times weekly, though usually more. Her sword, which she had nicknamed Red Fang for its ruby colored hilt and long, curved blade, lay sheathed across her back, and Dark Avenger, the gun she'd bought from the online auction house, was strapped to her right shoulder, where she felt most comfortable with it. But, of course, she was having problems finding her way in the sewer. And the paladin was unlikely to assist her. {Jacket + Beneath The Jacket (Hairstyle not withstanding)}
* Jaxon pulled the hood of his blue hoodie over his head as he scowled at the darkening sky suspiciously. He flashed a grin as he spotted a familiar form approaching and stepped up closer to greet Yasu in return. "Was just double-checking my stash." He admitted with a chuckle. "Do you have a... knife or something? Anything to defend yourself?" He winced. Where they were going - the QZ - things could be a little scary. He hefted the messenger bag on a shoulder, adjusting the weight of a camcorder, weapons, and plastic bags for keeping things inside, before stepping to the street to lead the way.
* Yasu raised a brow, moving to answer and follow when another figure bumped into him. He grunted softly at the physical contact, stepping back and staring wordlessly at the new face to enter the gathering. The tattered umbrella and distant stare puzzled him briefly. Drunk, perhaps? He didn't smell strongly of that, but there was a scent of something he couldn't place. Keeping a wary bit of space between himself and the stranger out of habit, he murmured a quick "Excuse me," to the man, stepping closer to Jaxons direction. The spirit tightened its grip on his Anima, causing him to grit his teeth out of reflex and turn his head away.
<Jameson Dade> His umbrella dropped to the ground, still clasped in his hand as it was, the pointed end scraped against concrete, the little prongs like bat-wings holding non-permeable fabric between their metal fingers. When he took a step and another towards the pair (they seemed to know where they were going), it caught and further tore and then eventually fell out of his hand altogether. Why did he even need it to begin with? The sun was out and shining bright. It was spring, and flowers were growing, vibrant blooming life that popped up through cracks in the sidewalk; jutting up from sewer grates. "Where are we going tonight?" He asked, as he kept in stride with the duo.
<Jaxon> "To the secret government place." Jax replied to the stranger without missing a beat. He flashed a grin to Yasu and winked. "If Jack's up for it, that is." He nudged his shoulder against his friend's good-naturedly.
* Yasu glanced between Jameson and Jaxon, eventually shrugging to himself as he simply went with the flow. In answer to Jaxons original question he reached back, sliding something out hidden against his back beneath the trench coat. The sheath seemed battered, navy in color, but the long katana blade was likely still usable in the right hands. "Always," he murmured simply, sliding the weapon into the loop of hisblack jeans and resting a palm on the hilt.
<Jameson Dade> Secret government place. Very Bond-y. There had to be something there worth swiping. Jameson had found that the seemingly most innocuous of things, like crystal paper weights, for example could go for a lot of money. Money that he didn't strictly need, mind - but he'd grown up poor. He liked to put it in stacks in his linen closet. "Hello Jack and Jill, I'm Jameson." He said, his voice soft, distant as he followed along after.
* Jana had a bit of a saunter to her hips as she made her way to the sewer grate leading up into the quarantine. The smell of death and decay no longer deterred her. If anything, it actually got her adrenaline running. It was to the point that she actually had to stop, turn, face away from the grate, and close her eyes to take a drink from her metal water bottle, strapped as it was to her right thigh by a retractable strap. She tucked it back into her jeans pocket, just as her grandmother spoke. "You shouldn't have come alone, Deborah." "Oh, really, Nana? I have you!" "An insubstantial spirit cannot protect you from the dead, my child." If she cared more, she would pay better attention to how her voice echoed through the sewer tunnels, and her grandmother's did not.
* Jaxon snorted at the strangers reply, shoving his hands into the pockets of his hoodie. "My name's Jaxon." He replied with an easy shrug. "And he's Yasu. But I call him Jack." He smiled crookedly as he continued his easy pace down the street. "There's a place I found... weird stuff is going on there. Horror movie stuff."
* Yasu faltered for all of a half second before continuing to follow, a flicker of unease crossing his face. "Horror movie stuff, huh?" The faint touch of accent thickened briefly, betraying his otherwise stoic expression. "Like what, exactly?" He turned his head. scowling over his shouder with a faint mutter. "Yes, I'm aware, now shut up. I'm trying to focus without your cheek."
<Jameson Dade> Horror movie. Horrorshow. "And we're to play the part of malchicks for the evening?" he asked as the trio made their way towards the sewer entrance. The street itself was, for the most part, abandoned. At least until there was the rhythmic stomp of feet approaching. Heavy boots. Jameson ducked behind Jaxon when he saw the flash of a blade. Of course it wasn't really there. It never was. But the power of suggestion... "We're going to see the dead things, of course." He added in a hushed tone.
* Jaxon cast a surprised look toward the stranger and then nodded. "The dead things. Yeah." He shook his head and winced. "You have to see it to believe it, Jack. Just trust me on that." He paused over a sewer grate and let out a sigh. "This way." He mumbled, crouching to shove the cover out of the way and then scramble down the slick ladder.
* Yasu froze completely, the sharp tug of his brows shattering his collected disposition. "Dead??" he hissed down the sewer entrance, gripping the blade tighter. "As in...spiritual dead or...zombie dead?" A shift of weight, followed by a glance Jamesons way, then down again with accusation in his eyes. Zombies? He could deal with. But the risk of walking into a certain migraine of attention grabbing spirits wasn't so easy a pill to swallow. Eventually, with a muttered string of oaths very much unlike his usual self, he dropped in after, sliding down the ladder and landing in a slight crouch.
<Jameson Dade> The droogs were coming, but they were no friends of his, with their knives and guns, and ultra-violence. When the other two cleared the sewer ladder, he dropped through the manhole, tugging the cover after him so that he hung briefly from it, before falling to his feet. It was dark in the sewers with only maintenance lights running periodically through the tunnels. He rarely went there, and the smell reminded him of a crack den. All body functions and depression. "There are bad things the other way, we should hurry."
* Jana continued the seemingly-one-sided disagreement with her grandmother farther down the corridor of sewer tunnels. The elderly woman had now insulted her tight-fitted choice of practice garment, which Jana was responding to in heated tones, voice rising quite shrilly, as she listed off other choices from her tiny wardrobe. "Corsets?! Stilettos?! ******* evening gowns that swirl across the floor?!?! Can you imagine how easily I'd become zombie bait?!" The yelling continued...
* Jaxon aimed an uncertain look at the stranger who had yet to name himself. "Who's coming?" He asked, turning a slow circle where he stood. It wouldn't be the first time he'd been snuck up on. But he didn't spot anyone or anything, save for a rat scurrying by. "This way." He flashed a grin to Yasu and ducked down a familiar path, boots splashing in the bit of water they were walking in.
* Yasu exhaled slowly through his nose and ran a thumb over the necklace he wore. The dragon shaped silver came with a mutter, too quiet to make out. He followed again, keeping a firm hand on his blade. The echoed shouts of something distant and approaching made him stiffen, glancing around in order to seek out the source. "We aren't alone..." he noted.
<Jameson Dade> "Bad things." He said. Not helpful really. Jameson had learned not to take to the sewers often because they housed a myriad of paladins and hunters, all of whom seemed to want to take a hunk out of him. He wasn't really a fighter, more a thief than anything else. Of course the shouting that approached distracted from that, and it seemed that moments later, there was a red head who made her way onto the scene. "I don't think that one's dead." Though something about her did not seem totally alive either.
* Jana growled as she spun on the spot, walking past the spirit of her grandma Rose, climbing easily up the ladder to the sewer grate, trying - and failing - to lift it one-handed. "They always make it look easy in the movies," she muttered. "Well, you're not in a movie, Deborah!" her grandmother replied, still right behind her, as always. "Oh, my god, can you just leave me ALONE for five ******* minutes, Grandma!?" The spirit seemed to step back from the ladder, but didn't leave. "I said I wouldn't, Deborah Rose Vaughn. Don't use that language at me." Jana tensed, her shoulders clenching up. "You're hovering. You never hovered when you were alive." "You need me more now, Deborah." "I need you ALIVE, Grandma! Not a ghost! Just come back to life, damn it! Please!" She'd asked before. And like before, the answer was the same. Silent. Her grandma remained present, but said no more. But now she was distracted, eyes drawn to the company of males approaching. "Hi." Her right hand settled on the grip of Dark Avenger, just in case. She wondered what they'd heard.
* Jaxon stared a beat at the psychotic female, giving a slow-blink, before awkwardly adjusting the strap of his messenger bag on his shoulder. "Okay." He said simply, a frown tugging at his lips. Jaxon had a plan. "Nothing's so bad you can't defeat it, Jamie." He replied to the twitching man. "Or run away. Monty Python style." He waggled his fingers in the air for effect. "Right, Jack?" He glanced sideways at the man.
* Yasu came up short, first staring at the girl who'd joined them... and then at her unseeable companion. He gave the elderly ghost a long hard stare, then shifted his gaze back to Jana. This time his expression was a rare one. Empathetic pity. He didn't comment verbally on her vocal outburst, but it was obvious by his facial shift that he understood it in a way very few could. Drawn from his thoughts by Jaxon, he glanced back. "Hm? Oh uh...right." His tone somewhat distracted as he glanced back, studying the spirit curiously. She seemed far friendlier then his own, by first glance, and he almost envied that fact. As if on cue, the dark figure that clung to him flashed a wicked shadow grin the other spirits way, muttering to its host. Yasu deepened his scowl in silent reply.