Title: Chaotic Whispers
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Characters: Monique, Caralie
Monique must post first, outlining a story on the following theme (feel free to get creative):
Setting: Trapped in a factory
Backstory: The group crossed paths after approaching the scene of a disturbance (some or all characters).
Occurance: [character 1] isn't feeling themselves, and feels the need to confide in somebody
Variable: The sun is about to rise.
Participants: 2
ARES: yes
Speed: slow
Chapter: no
Minimum Words Per Post: 100
Maximum Words Per Post: none
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Chaotic Whispers [MM]
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Monique (DELETED 725)
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Re: Chaotic Whispers [MM]
The city was in turmoil as it always was. There was always something or other happening that upset the status quo that most of the city’s inhabitants - undead or human - liked to convince themselves existed. The smart ones had learned to adapt to new circumstances, saving the fighting for things that truly mattered. Zombies had been a part of the city ever since Monique had come to the city; she knew they had been here before her time but had never dug into just how long they had been around. That detail didn’t matter. Neither did the fact the wall had been breached. It had been an inevitability that someday the walking dead would escape their cage.
Yet, some people treated it like the apocalypse was about to begin. Humans the blond could understand given the misinformation that has likely reached many ears. Such as one would turn into a zombie if bitten, which was quite inaccurate. From what the Allurist knew, zombies were made from already dead bodies, thus there was nothing more than infection to fear from the bite or claw of a zombie. Unless, of course, an uninitiated was stupid enough to try to engage one in a battle to the death.
The vampires fleeing the city was the part she couldn’t begin to wrap her mind around. They were immune to the effects of zombie bites; unless they were one of the unlucky ones that got ill with a look. She knew that some feared what the government would do, but to act preemptively was a bit much in her opinion. It was great to have a plan b in place; she’d agree to that and even had several of her own. Assuming the worst and leaving the city that provided them a means of return was insanity in her opinion; to each their own though, she supposed.
The exodus really didn’t hurt Monique much aside from dying up some of her usual supply routes. Which is precisely why she was currently slinking around in a randomly picked factory on this night. She had turned several childer recently that seemed to have scattered into the wind without a word. It was odd, to her, that they would do so so soon after their turning completed. She was one of the few cursed to gradually turn humans over a period of several days which meant that her new creations would have time to get to know her. For them to scatter in such a matter, she had to wonder if it was her or if they couldn’t handle their new life. She intended to use a specific ritual to locate each in turn and then track them down, hopefully to talk.
For that, she needed some special chemicals that could only be acquired from these factories as much as she wished she could just buy them off Amazon. Why the demifae enjoyed such things as ritual offerings, she had no idea, but here she was quietly sneaking around looking for the area they’d be held. She had systematically been checking each room, hoping to find something before the workers began arriving for work after a few days off for the holiday. Less issues that way. All had been going well going well until there was a loud explosion-like sound from the direction of the main door. Quietly cursing, she carefully itched back towards that area. What greeted her was a massive pile of rubble where the entrance of the building once stood. Her ears picked up the sound of wailing sirens while the glimmer of light poking through the pile of concrete indicated the sun was trying to wake from its slumber. In short, things were about to go downhill.
Yet, some people treated it like the apocalypse was about to begin. Humans the blond could understand given the misinformation that has likely reached many ears. Such as one would turn into a zombie if bitten, which was quite inaccurate. From what the Allurist knew, zombies were made from already dead bodies, thus there was nothing more than infection to fear from the bite or claw of a zombie. Unless, of course, an uninitiated was stupid enough to try to engage one in a battle to the death.
The vampires fleeing the city was the part she couldn’t begin to wrap her mind around. They were immune to the effects of zombie bites; unless they were one of the unlucky ones that got ill with a look. She knew that some feared what the government would do, but to act preemptively was a bit much in her opinion. It was great to have a plan b in place; she’d agree to that and even had several of her own. Assuming the worst and leaving the city that provided them a means of return was insanity in her opinion; to each their own though, she supposed.
The exodus really didn’t hurt Monique much aside from dying up some of her usual supply routes. Which is precisely why she was currently slinking around in a randomly picked factory on this night. She had turned several childer recently that seemed to have scattered into the wind without a word. It was odd, to her, that they would do so so soon after their turning completed. She was one of the few cursed to gradually turn humans over a period of several days which meant that her new creations would have time to get to know her. For them to scatter in such a matter, she had to wonder if it was her or if they couldn’t handle their new life. She intended to use a specific ritual to locate each in turn and then track them down, hopefully to talk.
For that, she needed some special chemicals that could only be acquired from these factories as much as she wished she could just buy them off Amazon. Why the demifae enjoyed such things as ritual offerings, she had no idea, but here she was quietly sneaking around looking for the area they’d be held. She had systematically been checking each room, hoping to find something before the workers began arriving for work after a few days off for the holiday. Less issues that way. All had been going well going well until there was a loud explosion-like sound from the direction of the main door. Quietly cursing, she carefully itched back towards that area. What greeted her was a massive pile of rubble where the entrance of the building once stood. Her ears picked up the sound of wailing sirens while the glimmer of light poking through the pile of concrete indicated the sun was trying to wake from its slumber. In short, things were about to go downhill.
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AUTOMATED RANDOM EVENT
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The group comes across a wounded individual, crying out for help.
The group comes across a wounded individual, crying out for help.