Whatsyourface
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Jerrel:
Walking back to the school, Jerrel pushes up on the front of the door. Letting himself in. He looks more or less the same. Grew hid hair out a little. Been training a bit. Been a lil’ while since I’ve been here. But now…
Jerrel takes a deep breath.
“AWWWWWWWWWWW YEAH. I’M BACK YA’LL.” He yells at the top of his lungs as his voice echoes through the halls.
Jerrel puts his hands on his hips grinning a bit in a good mood. “Lets see who’s still hangin’ ’round this place…and who’s new.” Jerrel says as he then proceeds to walk through the schools halls. Seeing what has changed…
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Jerrel:
Takra gone. Miwa gone. Time to goto sleep. Jerrel goes over to his room to go get undressed and gets some sleep.
Kuze:
Kuze with his massive amounts of money and vast resources decides to order his company to build a nuclear fusion reactor in the area. Since he could build it cheaply, the city wasn’t really opposed to this.
Kuze then began plans on a powered armor. Probably without many metal components. Not like the troll’s. Not tall, metal and magical. As Kuze doesn’t do “Magic.” Word sickens him. No, he didn’t want something big. He wanted something Sleek But powerful. Power source would be from the reactor teleporting energy over to him. Either that or a hydrogen fuel cell. No bulky hydraulics. He’d use artificial muscle instead, and probably have the suit’s skeleton made of a bulk diamondoid. Capable of withstand great pressure. Probably somewhere in the strength range of 100 to maybe a few thousand tons. Depending on how he made it.
Everything is coming together nicely. Best go and get started. He can’t help but however wonder what Aena’s doing. She seems to need repairs. He decides that if she does have troubles he’ll approach her unless she comes to him of her own accord.
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Raptor looked at her from underneath his mask, his facial expression difficult to tell from under it, and he makes no visible movement or response to her scolding him for possessing firearms. He saw her hide behind a corner and then turned to leave. However it was rather clear that he wasn’t going to go to the restaurant yet. Â Raptor went into a near by a women’s hair care store.
Raptor snatched up a few aerosol cans from shelves, found a dry washrag, and took out an empty bottle he found on the side of the street as he went over to the register. He removed to the tops from several of the aerosol cans with his knife, leaving only one. As the tops came off, he emptied the content of the can into the empty liquor bottle. He then put a rag inside of it as he then walked out the store with a makeshift molotov.
With this he walks forward and sees a male zombie walk towards him, and Raptor walks towards it without stopping. The zombie lunges him mouth open to try to bite Raptor, and he shoves an hairspray can into the zombies mouth and down it’s throat. He makes sure to lean forward as he overpowers the zombie, pushing it up against the rail as he grabs it by it’s throat to shove the aersol can deeper into the shambling thing’s mouth as it reaches to grab and claw at Raptor.
Raptor the grabs the zombie around it’s waist and under it as he begins to lift it up off the ground. He then takes the roughly 165 lb zombie and throws him over the railing down the first floor as he makes a loud thud as it lands on the ground below. Raptor takes a lighter then, and lights the molotov as he throws it down and lights the zombie on fire.
*BOOM*Â There is an explosion as the aerosol can after 5 second explodes. Making a loud noise on the bottom floor of the mall. Not a loud explosion to be heard a distance away. There is a small fire, though it doesn’t spread. The smell is horrible, but it does serve to distract the zombies below and attract some to the lower floor. Though that is mostly the noise and the fire that attracts them.
Raptor stares at the fire and then walks by as he takes out a Tomahawk and throws it at one zombie. It lodging firmly into it’s skull and causing it to fall over dead. Raptor takes out another Tomahawk as he retrieves the one he threw, and then moves on to scan the area quietly now. Quietly for a man of his moderate size.
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Raptor wasn’t too far from where he landed and had obtained his things. Then he was spotted by the resident of this mall, likely the one who wrote the note. Raptor was very close to cover but he didn’t draw. If she attempted to throw anything at him or shoot him, he was prepared to dive before she could throw or draw to evade it…
He expected this to be a blatant trap, as his eyes scanned the area. However, he would likely be surrounded if this were true. And so raptor slowly came out as she spoke and started walking up to her. He put down his crowbar, took out a pen and paper, then started to write on it quickly.
He then picked his crowbar up again, lowered and walked up to her. Holding the paper up to her. The paper read “Raptor.” As Zombies came, he was ready to fight but would simply follow this woman to wherever she went or where she directed. Ready to take on whatever gets in their way.
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<p style=”text-align: center;”>Kuze:</p>
Kuze was mostly indifferent to seeing Baylet naked. Really, in essence, Kuze saw everyone naked at all times as well as with clothes on. Due to being able to “see” with sound, he saw internal organs and pretty much everything there was to a person. He probably knows the back of many people’s hands better than they do.“Poor demon” he said sarcastically as he  simply disappeared from Baylet’s bathroom. Seeing no point in further reiterating anything. Dissappearing into mist as it goes under the door.
As Takra dissappears and Godal doesn’t respond, the copy dissappears and leaves. However, once it sees the fight, it watches invisibly, in the form of mist. Looking on them. Amused by their squabbling.
The actual Kuze is now in his room. Having had a blade forged over time by the nanofactory in his room from his own designs. It has many features and many uses.
(Taken from another one of my characters…)
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Myūzu
The average katana cannot even mar a tank, contrary to popular belief. The same cannot be said for this Katana. A very high tech blade made specifically for Muse, made completely out of carbon based substances. It is capable of changing to match the situation.
- Made completely out of various carbon based substances of varying properties, including various diamondoids, Graphene, Carbon nanotubes and other fullerenes. This means it is not metallic, not magnetic and not detectable by metal detectors. Making it an ideal covert weapon.
- The blade is telescoping. Meaning it can extend and shrink. The blade actually does contain internal “muscles” made of carbon nanotubes to allow it to do this. The blade can be as short as a knife and small enough to fit in a pocket. Can extend up to 6 1/2 feet.
- The blade can change it’s edge into various configurations. By default, the blade is edged with mono-atomic graphene. Allowing it to cut through most any regular material. Another option is for the blade to sprout microscopic, atomically edged saws made of aggregrate nanofullerenes that are harder than diamond. Allowing the blade to cleave through even diamond. The blade is also capable of folding and thusly, dulling itself for mostly non-lethal use.
- Blade can stick/adhere it’s sides to surfaces. Which makes it good for manipulating objects by touching it with the side of the blade, or for various nasty wounds by causing the blade to stick to certain parts and pulled out.
- The blade is capable of vibrating at a high frequency through Tas channeling an electric current, much like an electric hair clipper. But capable of much higher frequency. Said vibrations can weaken objects upon collision and allow the graphene blade to saw and melt most substances easily.
- The blade can be used to channel electricity and manipulate magnetic fields.Thus allowing the blade to shock opponents who touch it, or are slashed with it, absorb/deflect lightning from other electricity users and even deflect plasma, particle beams and some energy blasts when the blade is charge. The blade can also channel large amounts of electricity in a loud lightning bolt like flash, in which the temperature around the blade becomes 54,000 degrees Fahrenheit, a bright flash and a noise of 120 decibels. Turning it briefly into an electric “energy sword” capable of cutting through most things, deflecting attacks and sending people hurdling back (and herself if she doesn’t anchor herself. )
- AI- The blade itself has an artificial intelligence Tas can interact with and security measures against unwanted hackers and intruders. THe blade has retractable blades within the hilt that can extend and mutilate their hand. The blade dulling itself. The blade sticking to their hands, keeping their hand in a fist. This applies to any being trying to hold it.
- Healing factor- The blade can and does heal. It can take days to reforge a new part. however for it to heal and it needs a constant supply of power and a steady feed of carbon to reforge a new part of itself.. If broken, the blade can be fused and reattached instantly. But it won’t nearly as be strong as before until it fully heals.
- Durability- If this blade could be placed on the power grid, it would be a six. It is extremely durable and seemingly indestructible at time, but isn’t.
- Being a Katana, it is ideal for cutting, but not as good as the european broadsword at thrusting. It also is lighter and has less momentum, relying more on it’s own cutting power.
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Kuze takes the Sword and decides to test and makes a stroke towards the wall. Of course, the blade passes through concrete as if it were air with that single stroke.
The blade then shorten to about the size of a knife as Kuze brings up several hologram like interfaces and a pen to start drawing and creating more designs for more things to be made. Primarily just using the schools power to fuel his nanofactory, and eventually  he’ll be able to sustain said things indefinitely here. Soon as finishes that quantum entanglement catalyzed fusion reactor…
It isn’t however, difficult for Kuze to both draw and keep track of everything that is happening within the school at all times. Currently he could manifest or appear mostly anywhere within the school that was not completely sealed off.
Sasha (Kuze’s pet Gene Engineered 1200 lb or so tiger) was sleeping peacefully on the ground. Laying her head down on her paws with her tail moving idly upon the sound of activity.
<p style=”text-align: center;”>Jerrel:</p>
“Healthy? Uhh. He kinda seems like has anger issues to m-” Jerrel hears noise of a fight again and yelling. “Crap…”  Jerrel goes over to investigate, and sees that it is Byrne and Takra yelling. Talking about Baylet. Takra saying Byrne should leave Baylet alone.Jerrel personally did agree. Even though he didn’t quite ever get over Baylet’s comment about the worth of human life being as valuable as “a lump of coal.” The problem seemed to be resolving itself as Byrne stopped. Restraining himself. Miwa followed to see what was up with her brother. Jerrel understood. However, with how these fights can get, he stood by to protect her if needed.
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Jerrel:
“Well, uh…there ain’t really a way to describe how a person should act. I unno. As long as your healthy and you ain’t hurtin’ nobody, you can be however you want. Least, that’s my opinion. Takra be so mad and isolate, it ain’t healthy.”
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After Raptor found what he was looking for, he took closed the cabinets as he put it up and remembered the address. Then he went over to the kitchen to prepare some rabbit to eat. People left behind a lot of spices and seasonings for him to work with. He took to sanitizing his non-combat oriented knife, as that was the knife he used on infected. Would be a big mistake to use that knife.
He started to prepare and skin the rabbit. This market was pretty clear. May as well grab some rabbit. Not too long later he had some rabbit for dinner, as he stayed in the market. Lot of infected out and about…
((The next morning))
Raptor woke up in a barricaded room on a sofa. His mask was next to him and he picked up. Ready to go, and make his journey over to the warehouse. Outside however had a large crowd of the undead. A migrating horde numbering somewhere in potential Seventy to maybe even a hundred. He could take out infected in droves but he wouldn’t risk that. He went over to the rooftop, making his way there climbing up a pipe in an alley. Then he went over to look for something. An electrical cord leading to another building. Bingo.
Raptor was dangling in the air holding a cord as hundreds of zombies were below him. Some looking up and reaching for what they saw as a tantalizing thing they couldn’t reach, to fill their mouths. Â Raptor didn’t look down as he made his way across the rope. Going over to the building as he reached more the ledge.He escaped to the rooftops and evaded the threat of the zombies, heading towards his objective.
As he goes through the streets, he stops at a gas station to see what’s inside. Raptor sees a note and leans forward, squinting under his mask to read. 1600 hours? That is around…four o clock. It is around. 4:45. Better find a rope….
30 minutes later, after she pulled the rope up, raptor made his way up to the mall’s roof on his own. He puts his crowbar to a skylight and pries it open. He lowers his things down on a rope and then land on the second floor dropping from 20 feet. Rolling to break his fall. He slung his bag over his shoulder and looked for the girl. Cautious with his crowbar in hand as he searches the area. Not taking anything. He is looking for the person here.
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Jerrel:
“It’s aight if you don’t know what Emo mean….basically. Means emotional…It means overly emotional.” Jerrel says scratching the back of his head and smiling
Kuze:
“Alright. I’ll that message to him.” The copy of Kuze turns into an apparent copy of Takra in front of Godal as it emmulates him. It’s like watching a 3-Dimensional recording, in real life. It matches his voice and tone as well. Like a recording.
(Takra copy) Takra growls more loudly. “You can tell Godal that I don’t care what he wants of me, I will not come running like a dog when he calls.”
After this, said copy in front of Godal, turns back into a copy of Kuze. Sitting cross legged. Floating in the air. Waiting for Godal’s instructions.
The copy in front of Takra leans away but doesn’t disappear. It just sits idly and quietly in the air waiting for Godal’s next command.
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A clean kill. It was another cold day in this overrun world and another overrun forest close to a town. Raptor claimed his kill as he took the arrow from the fawn’s neck and lifted it up to his mask to examine it’s limp lifeless body. He slings onto a clip of his backpack. Dinner is taken care of. Now, for other things. Primarily. Food. Secondary. A silencer.
Raptor journey’s into the city, his crowbar out, as he sneaks past the occasional undead as he stops in an alley. Not knowing the city, he takes out his phone and turns it on. He looks about warily as scrolls through apps, and pulls up an app for an offline map of the city. He looks around for  a few minutes on his phone and eventually comes across a market on the map. He puts the phone away as he heads towards it.
He reaches the grocery store. Pretty crowded with walkers, going to need to get rid of them. Quietly. He takes out his knife as he makes his way across the street. Keeping low. He gets spotted by one curious infected as he hides behind a car. Raptor waits for her to get closer before he springs up and quickly takes the thing to the ground, where he raises his knife and stabs it through the temple. He pulls the blade from her skull as he keeps moving.
He enters the marketplace. Of course the place is looted beyond belief. Empty shelves as fair as the eye can see. Everyone sort of had the same idea to go raid the markets dry at the very beginning, and many survivors must have had the same idea. So he creeps through the isles of the store silently to go to the back room where the staff room is. He takes out a few lock picks and starts on the locked door quietly. 20 seconds later, voila. It’s open.
Once inside the staff room he closes the door behind himself quietly and locks as he then goes to look through paper work. Looking for addresses to warehouses that supply the market actually.
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Jerrel:
“Huh. Guess you heard all that stuff that was happening back there. Yeah…people don’t seem to be able get along around here, as usual. Someone always startin’ mess n’ Drama. No one got hurt or nothin’ and Takra just ran off into the woods to be Emo again. I think he brought out his demon too. Him and Baylet….but everything is winding down now.”
Kuze:
The copy poof into seemingly thin air. Gone without any trace.
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Jackal was inside the cave but went outside, sneaking with his Beowulf as he saw something. looked up at the sky. At the flare. Whatever pal. I’m f***ed any which way we do this so I wasn’t gonna know peace anyway. I’m just trying to get the less f***ed. He thought to himself as he went back into his cave. He took cover and then went deeper into the cave, into the dark, where he was more at home. He was gonna start on a ration, but then he heard something with his keen senses as he paused. Food.
A small Scorpion crawled along the wall. He heard the little crittering sounds the thing made in absolute silence and he squinted his eyes as they locked on the smaller thing, a predator eyeing it’s prey. He raised his hand, and aiming at his target and it was a blur as he snatched it with his hand going around 28 mph easily. He held it up to his face, the Scorpion dangling by it’s stinger and then Jackal opened his mouth and his tongue as he placed the insect in it.
The small bug scrambled on JAckal’s tongue trying to escape in vane as ate it whole. All except the tail. Which he bit and threw away. His teeth clamped down on the creature’s exoskeleton so that all the juices could flow from it’s body and into his mouth. ….Crunchy. Thing was of course raw and it didn’t really taste like chicken. IT was mostly tasteless, but tasted slightly, like crab. But, it was mostly just a crunchy taste shell filled with juices. Even after the teeth came down it, he could feel twitch on his tongue. He chewed it more thoroughly and then swallowed it.
Now content, he decided to just lay down and rest until night. His clothes were kind of heavy and the desert heat made him sweat more under his hoodie and body armor. He isn’t used to the heat. Best to just wait t’ill night. Jackal didn’t have much trouble sleeping on the floor, as he was used to it. With his ear to the hard floor, he’d hear anything approaching him from within the cave. Things outside were harder unless they got close, since sand naturally absorbed vibrations for him to listen for.
Jackal laid down and went to sleep, his ear on the ground as he remains alert.
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Kuze:
He shrugs. “Fair enough. Also. I already repaired the stereo. It took me a few moments. There is no need to fix it. As for the rest I will gather them.” With Kuze’s utility fog, he could be in multiple places at once pretty easily. The original was walking through the halls he paused and placed his hands on the ground. He closed his eyes and focused as he became in tune with his environment.
Using sounds and vibrations through the ground that were created by the ambient environment, Kuze was able to “see” every solid object for 67 miles. Nobody at the moment seemed to be intangible. So he dispensed fractions of his swarm of Fog to manifest before each and every person Godal requested.
First was a copy that appeared to Baylet. “Godal wishes to see you, Takra and Byrne.”
Second was a copy that manifested as a liquid. It slowly rose from the ground to see him and Charlotte. It assumed solid form and waved at Charlotte. “Hello! Godal wants to see you Byrne.”
Finally, after some time of traveling through the forest without inhibition to wherever Takra was, it manifested near him. Floating off the ground the air, as it spoke to him. Leaning closely. “Kitsune. Godal wants to see you.”
Jerrel:
“Aight well…sh**. Everyone seems to be alright….huh…I wonder how Miwa’s doing….” Jerrel says to himself as he walks out the gym, and goes over to Miwa’s room. He slowly opens the door and takes a few steps in. Not knocking because he thinks she is asleep.
Jerrel doesn’t see Miwa anywhere. “Hey Miwa…you in here? Are you aight?”
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Name: Calls himself “Raptor”
Age: 32
Looks: Raptor is a 6 ft 2 200 lb man with who wears armor and is often equipped with a shotgun, a bow and arrow and knife.
Personality: Quiet (cannot speak verbally), enigmatic, arguably psychotic, pragmatic, bloodthirsty, unstable. Very willing to kill and at times, ruthless, sometimes very kind actually.
Dislikes: Himself, weak and needy people, condescending people, the world, people that “judge” him.
Likes: Strong people, women, food and supplies, dogs, diversity, open-mindedness
Weapons:
- A bow and arrow
- Smoke bombs made from small amounts of explosives and sugar
- A brass knuckle bowie knife
- A crowbar
- Glock 17 handgun
- .44 MAgnum
- Remington 870 Shotgun
- Backpack with a medkit, some ammo and other supplies.
- Boxing tape
- Pen and paper.
- Two Tactical Tomohawks
Specialty- Krav Manga, street fighting, boxing, “jailhouse rock”, firearms, imrpovised weapons, home made weapons and explosives, accuracy with throwing things and firearms, parkour, stealth, human anatomy (vital points and best places to eat), cooking, wilderness survival, Medicine, strength and knife fighting.
Gender: Male
History: Was a Doctor, once. Raptor does not talk much about the fact that he was once a serial killer. Currently is a hunter, looter, scavenger and occasional cannibal. He is very skilled and usually nomadic, wandering place to place to look for food. He cannot talk due to damage to his throat from having his throat slit. Destined for deathrow, the day of the breakout made things delayed. Eventually he was holed up with other prisoners. He left the prison after things went “bad” and went off on his own, knowing exactly where to gather his equipment.
He now wanders the landscape looking for basic things to sustain himself.
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Jerrel/Kuze:
Kuze looked at her as she gave him a coin. He didn’t really want to peeve off Lucifer with some witty remark. But, he politely said “I think I know someone else who can use it better. Kuze said flicking the gold coin with his thumb like a projectile, off to Jerrel. Who re actively catches it. Kuze walks out of the room muttering to himself. “Demons…” As he goes off to his room.
Jerrel blinks as his power dies down. “Well. Shit….” He says as he sighs. “That went well…hell if Godal lets us have another party again….everyone else aight?” Jerrel says looking around the room.
A copy of Kuze appears in Godal’s office, like a hologram, where he then asks Godal. “Do you have a power of some kind? This school might be enough, but I can repair any of the damage done here over the course of a few hours. Really, I could make this school be able to heal like a giant organism with sufficient power…” He says to Godal.
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Jerrel and Kuze:
Kuze stopped. “They seem to only fight like this here and a few other places. Aena, I think we’ll have to continue this another time.” He said as the music changed as Byrne stomped on it. He slowly let her go and turned to watcch.
Jerrel didnt even get the chance to really enjoy the party when it started. He saw Byrne crush the boombocks. <Man, that shit is uncalled for. This is why we can’t have nice things… Jerrel the saw Baylet started to get angry, as a sense of dread filled him when her voice thundered through the area. Dova burst in to try and calm her down. And Jerrel did the same. “Come on Baylet. I know he was a dick and he wronged you but you gotta control yourself. Dovah said he’ll fix it. He can fix it! Don’t make it go down like this.” Jerrel was in a defensive stance. Ready to shield himself if he had to,
As this kid demonic prince of hell seemed to be on the verge of unleashing some apocalypse on earth, Kuze was….irritated. He then turned to Aena and said. “Find somewhere safe.”
He walked away from Aena towards the boombox. Past the demonic demon prince. Past the kid who could punch humans into bloody red mist. And past the alien troll guy from another planet in 8 ft tall magical power armor. He then looked down at the boombox. “A forge? This is a boombox…not some sharp piece of metal….” He muttered arrogantly to himself at Dovah’s comment. It was understandable though. He’d say anything to calm her down. Still…
Kuze stood at the pile that was once Baylet’s precious boombox. Utility fog flew invisibly into the room as he stared at it. The pieces then begin to float up as it is enshrowded in it. And using Kuze’s advanced mind and his U-Fog, he put back together. Wires reconnected. A few circuits reconstructed. Some parts, the utility fog itself replaced. Kuze reassembled the boombox is seconds. And then he holds his hand out as it float in the air above him and then it lands in his hand. Fully repaired and in fact. Better made.
He then turned around. And then walked over to Baylet. Right past Jerrel, who just, stares at him. He then walks up to Baylet. Some mortal human augmented with natural genes, implants and some very high tech stuff, stopped merely a few feet from some beast “prophesied” to destroy the earth. Then he held arm out with the boombox in it, straight towards her face
“There. I repaired your boombox. Honestly, some of you seem to fret over the most trivial of things. Pillars, a boombox? This place needs to be made of stronger materials. I can remake this school out of diamond, but I don’t think that would be enough.” He mumbled to himself.  “Now. Ms…..Baylet. Will you please stop with your temper tantrum? I think we’ve all had enough excitement for today.”  He held the boombox in a way as to shield himself with it, and he was ready to evade or block if need be.