Belladonna_Mandrake
Mystic Jackalope
"Hes right"
Belladonna picks up her staff and some small bombs
Belladonna picks up her staff and some small bombs
And from out that shadow (open post apocalyptic rp)
- Thread starter nikolai_resnov
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Asassinator
My Final Form... Which Was My First Form :P
While Aaron was walking back to his room to prepare, he saw Belladona's bombs.
"What are those?" He asked.
"What are those?" He asked.
Belladonna_Mandrake
Mystic Jackalope
"they're just something i whipped up they're like flash bombs, smoke bombs where the smoke can burn the eyes and throat"
then she puts on a plague mask
(Cos why not?)
then she puts on a plague mask
(Cos why not?)
zyther kaldrok
the strange hyena
(im not really sure how to enter but ill try)
zyther was not able to make to any shelter or anything of that sort hed survived out in the bombed out wastes for months with fellow raider but like any good raider group it falls to infighting. by the end he and only a few of his one friends were left it also left him having to use a ventilator and a cybernetic arm he made fromm some scrap left from an old robotics factory. he dialed a frequency on his walkie and spoke with a raspy venitalted voice "any scavs left alive out there ive got some food and shelter im looking to make up for some past mistakes but if you think you can come and just raid me you'll get a slug thru the gut. *sigh* its your choice coordinates are (gives coordinates) zyther out"
zyther was not able to make to any shelter or anything of that sort hed survived out in the bombed out wastes for months with fellow raider but like any good raider group it falls to infighting. by the end he and only a few of his one friends were left it also left him having to use a ventilator and a cybernetic arm he made fromm some scrap left from an old robotics factory. he dialed a frequency on his walkie and spoke with a raspy venitalted voice "any scavs left alive out there ive got some food and shelter im looking to make up for some past mistakes but if you think you can come and just raid me you'll get a slug thru the gut. *sigh* its your choice coordinates are (gives coordinates) zyther out"
Izar
MadeFurYou sheppy boi.
Izar hears a message on the emergency broadcast frequency inside the house.
"Hmm... Another able bodied person.. But is he ally or enemy?" Izar thought to himself
Izar was weary of the hostile sounding voice, but he knew there wouldn't be enough firearms in his cache alone, and the team could use all the supplies and allies they could get.
Izar jumped to his feet, and hurried inside to the radio.
"Hello, can you hear me?" Izar said into the microphone on the radio "Who are you? What past mistakes are you talking about?"
zyther kaldrok
the strange hyena
"ahhh oh shit oh didnt expect anyone to respond so quick christ man you scared me half to death" zyther readjusted his ventilator mask "i was a former raider changed now raidings to heartwrenching in both ways if you need a vehicle i have an rv i fixed an armed up aswell just need some help getting it out of this damned garage"
Asassinator
My Final Form... Which Was My First Form :P
Wow, never thought that you had made things like that. Nice mask, by the way." Aaron said as he went up the stairs and heard Izar talking. He went into Izar's room.
"Is someone else out there?"
nikolai_resnov
a friendly Soviet furry
Nikolai turned looking at Izar "hmm interesting didn't expect very many survivors, but honestly any extra hands at this point are welcomed" he says before turning to aaron as he puts his bag on his back "honestly i was hoping someone else survived to many good people have dide already"
Belladonna_Mandrake
Mystic Jackalope
"Yes im not much of a fighter to i made these just in case and thank you i made it myself"
Asassinator
My Final Form... Which Was My First Form :P
(I think so. Maybe you can be with @zyther kaldrok)
zyther kaldrok
the strange hyena
Dreva
Lurker's gonna lurk
(Sure, I'll start writing intro for my char)
Dreva
Lurker's gonna lurk
(Zyther @zyther kaldrok if you could please return my radio call)
“Checking frequency! Amos, repeat the call sign if you hear this call” Dreva called to the radio. “Amos, this is Dreva, I am in height of Point Iota. Repeat the call sign. Over”
No answer. There was only empty static in the radio. It was 1400 hours, the time Dreva and Amos should be exchanging radio call. He has been calling through the radio for one hour.
Dreva switched off his radio. The bear couldn’t afford to waste the battery much longer. They arranged to have radio contact everyday between 1300 to 1400 hours. But it’s been two days since he had the last radio contact with Amos. Perhaps it was because the distance he covered. After all each subsequent radio contacts he made with Amos were getting worse by day.
He was sitting on top of a hill, his Geiger counter made infrequent clicks and the reading indicated a rather safe level of radiation. He has been walking for almost a week and he was studying the green deep ravine that lied ahead of him.
Dressed in his green combat fatigue and ghillie suit, he did a recount on his ammo and sidearm. He tugged out his scoped M4A1 carbine and checked that the safety pin was still on. He took out his clips, counting three of them and several boxes of ammos which he estimated to number around 600 rounds.
Regaining his confidence on his firearms, he stood up and gazed at the deep green yet barren valley. On the far horizon he could see nothing but another ruined concrete settlement approximately thirty clicks to the northwest, that according to his map and compass was Point Ypsilon.
If he walked forward, it would be extremely difficult to return again as the signal would definitely be blocked by the steep slope. Yet, Dreva had made up his mind not to go back home without fulfilling his “shopping” lists. And on the plus side, my family will have one less mouth to feed!
A week ago, he departed his den buried deep under the rubble of a ruined cityscape. He could still remember the parting moment when he kissed his sister Lyudmila on her cheek. His 14 year-old nephew, Kokav, who hugged him with two Uzis tugged on his nephew’s chest.
He embraced his brother in law Amos and they got into awkward moment when he insisted that Dreva brought along his skullcap and torah. “What would a skullcap do when I’ve got this helmet on?” he thought.
“Bring these along, Dreva” Amos insisted. “So may the Lord God safely accompany you on your journey.”
“If god was truly with us” Dreva tersely blurted out “we all wouldn’t end up in this shithole.”
He brought them after all though after his 11 year old niece Milcah made her opinion clear and begged him to. Well, as if he had ever recited proper prayer to god in his life except for his bar mitzvah long time ago when the world was still intact.
He picked his route along the gentle slope, the moldy ground was quite slippery even with his feet wearing a military combat boot had to struggle to gain traction. Feeling depressed, his left hand toyed with the radio dials swerving between frequency while he randomly shouted, “If anyone hears this, I say fuck this world!”
He kept descending the slope, sometimes he lost traction and slipped, and then he dropped to his butt and slid down. Bugger this!
He just lost interest in conserving his battery and kept swerving along the frequency and kept shouting the same phrases all over again. “If anyone hears this, I say fuck this world!” Until suddenly, he heard a voice in the static answering his random gibberish call.
“Checking frequency! Amos, repeat the call sign if you hear this call” Dreva called to the radio. “Amos, this is Dreva, I am in height of Point Iota. Repeat the call sign. Over”
No answer. There was only empty static in the radio. It was 1400 hours, the time Dreva and Amos should be exchanging radio call. He has been calling through the radio for one hour.
Dreva switched off his radio. The bear couldn’t afford to waste the battery much longer. They arranged to have radio contact everyday between 1300 to 1400 hours. But it’s been two days since he had the last radio contact with Amos. Perhaps it was because the distance he covered. After all each subsequent radio contacts he made with Amos were getting worse by day.
He was sitting on top of a hill, his Geiger counter made infrequent clicks and the reading indicated a rather safe level of radiation. He has been walking for almost a week and he was studying the green deep ravine that lied ahead of him.
Dressed in his green combat fatigue and ghillie suit, he did a recount on his ammo and sidearm. He tugged out his scoped M4A1 carbine and checked that the safety pin was still on. He took out his clips, counting three of them and several boxes of ammos which he estimated to number around 600 rounds.
Regaining his confidence on his firearms, he stood up and gazed at the deep green yet barren valley. On the far horizon he could see nothing but another ruined concrete settlement approximately thirty clicks to the northwest, that according to his map and compass was Point Ypsilon.
If he walked forward, it would be extremely difficult to return again as the signal would definitely be blocked by the steep slope. Yet, Dreva had made up his mind not to go back home without fulfilling his “shopping” lists. And on the plus side, my family will have one less mouth to feed!
A week ago, he departed his den buried deep under the rubble of a ruined cityscape. He could still remember the parting moment when he kissed his sister Lyudmila on her cheek. His 14 year-old nephew, Kokav, who hugged him with two Uzis tugged on his nephew’s chest.
He embraced his brother in law Amos and they got into awkward moment when he insisted that Dreva brought along his skullcap and torah. “What would a skullcap do when I’ve got this helmet on?” he thought.
“Bring these along, Dreva” Amos insisted. “So may the Lord God safely accompany you on your journey.”
“If god was truly with us” Dreva tersely blurted out “we all wouldn’t end up in this shithole.”
He brought them after all though after his 11 year old niece Milcah made her opinion clear and begged him to. Well, as if he had ever recited proper prayer to god in his life except for his bar mitzvah long time ago when the world was still intact.
He picked his route along the gentle slope, the moldy ground was quite slippery even with his feet wearing a military combat boot had to struggle to gain traction. Feeling depressed, his left hand toyed with the radio dials swerving between frequency while he randomly shouted, “If anyone hears this, I say fuck this world!”
He kept descending the slope, sometimes he lost traction and slipped, and then he dropped to his butt and slid down. Bugger this!
He just lost interest in conserving his battery and kept swerving along the frequency and kept shouting the same phrases all over again. “If anyone hears this, I say fuck this world!” Until suddenly, he heard a voice in the static answering his random gibberish call.
zyther kaldrok
the strange hyena
zyther kaldrok
the strange hyena
zythers ventilator needed changed causing his voice to become scraggy "im at tarzoks auto shop you'll know where its at from the lights. also there are alot of scavs out here so be careful"
Dreva
Lurker's gonna lurk
"I'm heading your way" Dreva whispered to the radio. The mention of scavs suddenly sent chill to his spine and he proceeded with extra caution, his rifle held tightly on his hands.
He followed zyther's given coordinates but it took several hours until the night has set in before he managed to reach zyther's hideout.
"Hey, it's me" he softly tapped at the metal door to signal zyther. "It's safe out here. So far."
He followed zyther's given coordinates but it took several hours until the night has set in before he managed to reach zyther's hideout.
"Hey, it's me" he softly tapped at the metal door to signal zyther. "It's safe out here. So far."
zyther kaldrok
the strange hyena
zyther opened the metal door "get in quick these fucking scavvers are persistent" zyther hadnt seen any other living being except for scavvers and muties
zyther kaldrok
the strange hyena
Izar
MadeFurYou sheppy boi.
Izar saw Aaron come into the room and enthusiastically beckoned him over
“We have another survivor, Aaron (@Asassinator ) . He seems a bit direct. He mentioned he has a large stock of firearms and other supplies, and that he is looking for fellow survivors so he can make up for ‘past mistakes.’ ”
Seeing that (@nikolai_resnov , and @Belladonna_Mandrake) was in earshot he turned to address them all
“I haven’t told you guys this.. but I can clearly see that I can trust you guys. So as I stated, I’m pursing a rogue Lion.. he framed me and I must clear my name, track him down, and bring him to justice... This lion is also wanted in several of the makeshift towns that were set up after the bombs fell due to stealing. They are offering a sizeable reward for anyone to apprehend him.. A reward large enough to keep us all happy for a very very long time. It won’t be easy. He has set up a sort of rag tag militia to help defend himself and do his bidding. They are also heavily armed.. But with my small weapons cache that we will retrieve, as well as the supplies that the mysterious stranger ( @zyther kaldrok ) has, we might just stand a shot. What do you guys say?”
“We have another survivor, Aaron (@Asassinator ) . He seems a bit direct. He mentioned he has a large stock of firearms and other supplies, and that he is looking for fellow survivors so he can make up for ‘past mistakes.’ ”
Seeing that (@nikolai_resnov , and @Belladonna_Mandrake) was in earshot he turned to address them all
“I haven’t told you guys this.. but I can clearly see that I can trust you guys. So as I stated, I’m pursing a rogue Lion.. he framed me and I must clear my name, track him down, and bring him to justice... This lion is also wanted in several of the makeshift towns that were set up after the bombs fell due to stealing. They are offering a sizeable reward for anyone to apprehend him.. A reward large enough to keep us all happy for a very very long time. It won’t be easy. He has set up a sort of rag tag militia to help defend himself and do his bidding. They are also heavily armed.. But with my small weapons cache that we will retrieve, as well as the supplies that the mysterious stranger ( @zyther kaldrok ) has, we might just stand a shot. What do you guys say?”
zyther kaldrok
the strange hyena
"its actually not on this map or well it is is" zyther took the map and pointed to the edge of the map "there is the start to scabrous sea its a damn wasteland of sand radiation but across it is a place that holds a semblance of society and i have the vehicle to get us across"
Belladonna_Mandrake
Mystic Jackalope
Belladonna looks somewhat nervous
"I'll help i don't have many weapons but i cant stand by well this guy is tearing things up and framing you"