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Post by Cherry Darling on Jan 19, 2013 15:43:02 GMT -5
Cherry cocked her head at the massive city that lay before her. For the past few weeks she had been debating with herself if she wished she reinstate herself into society or if she preferred the bitter chill of the forest. She really didn't want to reassociate with people, she hated them for the most part. Being a retired go-go dancer her hatred for mankind in general increased tenfold. She missed her fiance more than she ever thought would be normal or healthy and she would give her other damned leg if she could see him just one more time. She shifted her stance, moving her weight to her still good leg and off of the machine gun. She had expended all of it ammo, it was nothing more than a fancy paperweight, but it still made one hell of a club when she decided to swing the damned thing around... besides, El Wray had made it for her... and she couldn't part with it.
Thoughts of El Wray only proved to spiral her into a deeper depression. He was the man she loved to hate and hate to love. He was arrogant, cocky, downright deadly with any kind of weapon, blunt, truthful, and absolutely obsessed with her. He was overbearing, controlling, and could bite just as hard as she, but damn it all they were perfect. She would offer him some snarky remark and she would fire one right back. They weren't perfect, they weren't pretty but they were perfect for each other, even Cherry wasn't blind to love when it slapped her in the face.
She sighed and glanced back at the forest and winced, if it wasn't for the damnable snow and her lack of befitting attire, she would stew in her own depression and anger for the rest of the days... or until some nerd figured out how to cross both time and space... she winced. Useless talent number thirty-seven, luck was never on her side. If it wasn't for the iced over rivers that she was forced to bathe in... with a sigh of annoyance, she stepped onto the main dirt road and began limping towards the city. It wasn't like she was getting any younger.
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Post by John Egbert on Jan 20, 2013 11:28:34 GMT -5
John pushed his way through a thin wall of bushes, exiting the forest and staring at the large mountain range before him. Oh great, more mountains. Wonderful. He was so done with mountains right now. That little run-in with Smeagol really killed his adventuring mood - and his appetite - and he wasn't about to just run into more of them if he had anything to say about it. But he wanted to get into that city, and there was a dirt road he could follow. It looked like it got quite a bit of traffic to boot, so it was probably reliable. If he followed it, it would surely take him into that city. He glanced over his shoulder at the forest behind him, sighing. He traveled quite a bit so far, and met a few people, but he was really starting to get worried now. Was he ever going to get back? Was he dead? Just what, or rather, where was this place?
He didn't really have time to think about that right now, though. All he knew was that he was in Aldeon, and he probably wasn't supposed to be here. He couldn't contact Jade. He hadn't heard from Dave or Rose for a long time. He really had no idea what he should make of all this, but alas, he needed to press forward. And so, one yellow-shoe'd foot after the other, he began to walk down the road. It was relatively barren, with no one around, which wasn't what John wanted right now but perhaps something that he needed.
Noticing a figure a ways ahead of him, though, his spirits were lifted. Yes, more people! He broke into a sprint, catching up to this person who wait was that a machine gun how the hell did that get there what. Not surprisingly, this person was female. Jeez, was he the only real dude here?! Geez, there isn't enough Egbert to go around, ladies!
"oh uh hi there miss! heh heh...just...just walking down the trail here hm? well so am i! what a coincidence!"
He really couldn't help but stare at the weapon that was ON HER LEG. It was REALLY COOL and John just couldn't keep his peepers away. Although, she didn't walk normally, but that's to be expected when you have a gun attached to your body. He tried to slow down and keep up with her, and right now, he just hoped she wasn't hostile... |
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Post by Cherry Darling on Jan 20, 2013 13:18:53 GMT -5
Cherry's eyes were narrowed into an angry glare, her mind whirled with possibilities and she thought back to her beloved. If El Wray had been brought here, he would have ventured into the city long ago, he would have bewitched half this world with his casual charm and easy smile and would have probably figured out a way back to her by now... but Cherry... Cherry was sarcastic and rude and irritable. She had trouble making friends and she had even larger trust issues, almost two months she had been here and the only action she had accomplished successfully was killing a few trolls who had tried to eat her, a few hundred orcs, scattered over time and one monstrous fire breathing dragon... she was starting to miss the God damned zombies. With a sigh the city drew ever nearer and Cherry's heart sank even lower.
A loud voice had her pausing. She had heard very few friendly voices since she had arrived and she would rather be facing her death than avoiding it, but the creature that bounded towards her looked surprisingly human and even more shockingly... from her era, a long blue cloak and obnoxiously yellow shoes... not that she was one to talk, she had replaced her leg with a machine gun. His eyes seemed to linger on the weapon and she almost smiled, she supposed it wasn't often that people like her were seen. She realized then how young he was, probably barely old enough to be on his own... well damn... Cherry just couldn't find it in her heart to be mean to a kid, not even she was that mean.
"Hello... I don't know if I call it walking... perhaps an awkward limp at best, but yes my destination is that city." She noticed his lingering gaze on her leg and sighed. "Its out of ammunition, its not more than a fancy paperweight at the moment. Names Cherry... Cherry Darling." She held out her hand, cursing her soft spot for children to the very depths of hell.
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Post by John Egbert on Jan 20, 2013 16:32:38 GMT -5
John could swear that everyone was having a much more exciting time here than he was. Even Ann faced a Troll, but John? John got nothing. Zilch. Zero. Nadda. Was one enemy too much to ask for? So what if it was dangerous, adventures weren't fun when there was no danger! John didn't even care what he had to fight. Giant demon from hell? Sure. Mutated bunny rabbits? Good enough. Seriously, what was a journey without challenges? I'll tell you what. 'Boring'! But Cherry was certainly something else. Mostly because of the machine-gun leg but not entirely. She looked like a gritty person, like the 'oh yeah I'm hot but I'm also going to kick your ass so you better watch yourself boy' kind of female protagonist. Those kinds of protagonists were pretty cool.
But she didn't seem like she would act like that towards him. In fact, she was surprisingly soft. How very... unexpected? Yeah that's the word. Oh man, don't you just hate it when your leg runs out of ammo? Jeez, that really did seem like it sucked. Fancy paperweights were still cool, though. She could probably do some pretty sweet kicks and stuff. Like a ninja! Wha-pow! POW!
"haha...that must be really hard to walk-er, limp-with. but it still looks cool! even if it is out of ammo. i guess there aren't any gun shops nearby huh?"
He shook her hand when she presented it, smiling. Meeting new people is fun. |
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Post by Cherry Darling on Jan 23, 2013 21:10:25 GMT -5
Cherry had seen way too many weird things in the past... half a year to last her until her dying day and she had a feeling... she would see a lot more. if there was one thing Cherry could not outrun, or at least, so it seemed, it was her own rotten luck. Orcs... so many damnable orcs, one monstrous fire breathing dragon, intent on setting her on fire, and a barrage of zombies, and not the rotting corpse kind...no. The infectious covered with boils the size of baseballs and bursting with pus and liquid that should never have been that color in the first place... why could real life never be like the movies... was it too much to ask for a rotting, stinking zombie?
"Not so bad anymore... I walked on a wooden peg fighting zombies, this upgrade was a Godsend." She glanced at the machine gun, it was a comfortable weight to her now, an extension of her body, she didn't think of it... until she came into a situation requiring combat, then of course her leg suddenly became a weapon of death and destruction. "No... I don't believe guns will be invented for quite some time." She smiled crookedly, and just as fast that smile dropped and her eyes shot to the forest. The trees quivered and the bushes rustled... she knew that sound, had heard it before out here in the forests.
Lunging for the kid, she tackled him to the dirt just as the arrows went whizzing by their head and the nasty beasts charged forward with a feral snarl. Bending backwards, arching her spine and flipping back up onto her feet, she starred at the slime covered beasts that the half human had called orcs and snarled. Demonstrating how...err... flexible she was, balancing on one leg she whipped her false leg and smashed one of them broadside in the head, there was a sickening crack and blood oozed from its right eye and mouth before it fell, unconscious or dead it mattered not to the ex-go-go dancer and she readied herself for the next one.
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Post by John Egbert on Jan 25, 2013 15:34:39 GMT -5
John was no Zombie Hunter, but he would sure as hell love to fight some. Zombies were pretty cool, really. The ones in the movies are pretty predictable, though. Like, seriously. Okay so you know how there's always that one movie idiot who doesn't hit the zombie in the head? That zombie is probably just gonna stand right up and eat that guy. Who is almost always the token black guy. Unless it's that guy from the Matrix, he would probably do really well against zombies. Do they even have zombies in the Matrix? Probably. He didn't really know that too well though. Still, cool movie. Wait this flavortext is about zombies right? Yeah those things. Pretty cool too, albeit foul smelling. Seriously someone needs to go in there and fabreeze the hell out of their undead butts. So many undead butts.
He raised an eyebrow when she mentioned fighting zombies...with a peg-leg. Was she supposed to be some kind of sexy zombie-hunting pirate? Because wow, that was pretty gosh darned cool. Made John feel pretty boring though. She fights zombies, he...makes the wind blow. He makes it blow pretty hard but still, not really the point here.
"woah really? that sounds pretty awesome!"
But what she said next made him really ponder. Guns wouldn't be invented for 'quite some time'? How? Guns were already a thing. Like, just look at her leg - it's a real gun, isn't it? John was, however, slowly beginning to understand what she meant, putting two-and-two together. Was he really in the past though? That's pretty weird. But he didn't have anything to worry about, really, he would be fine for a long time as long as he didn't do anything stupid. Please, don't do anything stupid, Egbert.
And before he could do anything, he was tackled to the ground. By a girl. Hnnnn don't touch anything Egbert oh god did he just touch her butt no he didn't mean to dammit-oh, great, monsters. Wait, monsters! Alright, took you long enough to show up!
John held his hand out, and in a white 'POP!' his POP-O-MATTIC VRILLYHOO HAMMER appeared in his hand, leaving his strife deck. It was time to get serious here!
STRIFE!
John leaped forward at an orc, slamming his hammer across it's face. The resulting rainbow-colored 8ONK and accompanied hitspark sent the orc flying back into the trees. Boo-yah! Finally, some entertainment! |
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Post by Cherry Darling on Feb 1, 2013 19:32:53 GMT -5
Cherry launched into a automated mode that she had found in her own world, when she had tackled the boy she did not think of anything other than saving his life. They had lost so many people, so many friends, so many allies back where she was from... she just hated to lose anyone anymore. It was a fight for survival every day, and El Wray had done his damndest to keep as many of them alive as he could. She could only now do the same for those she came across. She missed people, she missed what little friends she had made and she missed El Wray. She had no idea if he even still lived, he was lost to her through both space and time and even if he was alive did it matter? He wasn't here. She had no one. She forced her sudden sadness away, the loneliness that overtook her soul and focused on the foul monsters screeching with weapons raised as they raced towards her.
Bending backwards, until her spine arched, she narrowly missed the swing of a blade. Planting her hands on the ground, she pushed her lower half up, smashing the barrel of the gun into its jaw and shattering the bone like glass before flipping over. She dodged, struck, parried and dodged, clobbering the orcs with devastating force with the heavy machine gun that she used for a leg... heavy paperweights apparently came in handy. She had no time to look at the young boy and she hoped beyond all hell he was alright, she couldn't protect him, she wasn't as good as El Wray.
A knife tore through her side, creating a gash on the side of her stomach and she snarled, whipping around and smashing the gun into his leg, shattering the femur and watching him crumble. Once he hit the ground, she brought the barrel of the gun down with as much force as she could muster through his eye, before pulling it free and resuming the folly, leaving the orc to scream in pain.
"You ok kid?" She shouted over the bellows of the orcs, barely ducking underneath a swinging war hammer. God damn this would be so much easier with bullets!
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Post by John Egbert on Feb 2, 2013 17:00:21 GMT -5
John was quite as battle-ready as Cherry was. He wasn't constantly fighting for his life in the game - after becoming God Tier there was literally no reason to do that anymore - but he knew his way around the battle field. One-against-fifty Shale Imps? Killed 'em. One-against-one-hundred giant Shale Byclops? No sweat. One-against-a-metric-butttonne-of-badguys-while-defending-the-Beat-Mesa? Like a boss. So, Cherry wouldn't have to worry about John here, he was perfectly content with parrying and slamming his hammer into the bellies and heads of the orcs, even if he wasn't as...graceful as she was. Man, she had the moves! He glanced over his shoulder at her, literally mesmerized by her bending and flipping and badassery. Woah... did she do this sort of thing all the time? John wasn't very refined, either - most of his attacks where vertical 8onks or lazy sideways swipes, but she was all over the place.
And then she was hit. Ouch! John was no better off, his distraction prompted an Orc to swiftly swing his large battlehammer at John's unguarded chest, carrying him off to the side where he rolled a bit before coming up. Geez! Smudged his glasses! He wiped them off on his shirt, and raised his hammer once more. Yelling like an idiot, he raised the hammer above his head, running back at them. It glowed a bright blue color, and upon touching the back of the Orc John slammed it down on, a sudden burst of air was released and knocked the surrounding orcs over.
"geez this hurts but i forgot how fun this can be, hahaha."
He grinned, hopping back and gripping the hammer with both hands. He was enjoying himself, but really, this would turn sour if it continued for too long... |
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Post by Cherry Darling on Feb 6, 2013 20:25:23 GMT -5
There seemed to be no rhyme, reason or method to her young friends attacks. He seemed random, sporadic, swinging wildly and hoping to hit something... but then again what the hell did she know of fighting? She had never been engaged in much more than a disagreement with a drunk pervert or two. She had been forced to fight zombies. It was, quite simply, take up arms or die. Cherry if nothing else, adapted amazingly well. The wound in her side was oozing blood, she could feel it falling along her flesh as she bent and twisted to avoid the singing weapons of her advisaries. She wasn't all that skilled in combat, she used the flexible, bendable tactics that she had procured as a stripper and refined them to work in this situation. She arched her spine like a cat, used surprising upper body strength to flip away. Apparently there were uses for her seemingly useless talents.
The wound was hurting, a dull throb, an ache. The adrenaline was covering it now but once the rush wore off... well she wished she had some morphine. If El Wray had been here and had seen these wretched things touch her... she shuddered to think what he might have done. El Wray, although he often had an odd way of showing it was deathly protective of her. Controlling to the point that she had foolishly left him. Of course he had found her, at the bottom of the barrel still covered in glitter from working the stage. He had brought her back to him, claimed her, and she was now engaged to him all in a single night. The weight of the engagement ring felt far heavier than it should as she smashed into someone's face.
Leaping forward into a front hand spring, she coiled her legs around one of the orcs, brought her arms around its slime covered head and promptly snapped its neck. It fell, lifeless and Cherry barely managed to maintain balance as she teetered uneasily. Only one remained and the young kid was well on his way too killing it, and she really took the time to examine him. He was young, early to midteens perhaps? The world had not yet had the time to taint him, he was full of bright colors and vibrant emotions, even his weapon looked like something out of a cartoon fantasy. So utterly strange this world was.
"Go get him kid." She leaned on her good leg, favoring the flesh and bone over the cold metal and rough steel. She was small, but she could pack a punch... she just missed El Wray.
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