Welcome to Gaia! ::

A small town nestled snugly between the Forest and Mt. Skylight. It doesn't have much; a bunch of houses, a pretty sizable mansion on top of a hill on the side of Mt. Skylight, a courtyard with most of a Clocktower still standing, and a few locally owned shops on the far side near the Forest. Aside from the wandering hordes of Crazies, the most you'll have to worry about here is the occasional stray dog. While it's certainly far from a safe haven, it's much less active than most other places... Which isn't saying much. If you have to be here, get in, get your s**t, and get out. Have a nice day.

Oh, and if you decide to go up to that mansion... There's some survivors living up there. So be careful. They might have itchy trigger fingers...

The entirety of the drive, Desiree kept her excited eyes on the outside. Little spats of what appeared to be talking to herself occurred in whispers, but for the most part Desmond just told her to keep quiet. As the truck pulled to a halt and Azria spoke to them, asking a rather vague request. "Oh! If someone finds something in purple in a size 4, grab it... or black! Or pink!" She was practically jumping in the cab as she spoke. Her stopping halted as she blinked and met Azria's eyes dead on. "What my sister is neglecting to say is that everyone should stay quiet and alert... we don't own these streets. The infected do." His warning hung in the air before a hard blink. "My brother doesn't know how to have any fun... we're all strong and smart enough for shopping trip... especially one where we don't have to pay for anything!" She smiled and closed her eyes.

Desiree put decidedly less concern in checking her surroundings before skipping along after Jacqueline. Her psuedo-skin had retracted during the ride over, but that didn't stop her from doing a literal cartwheel in the direction of the radiated girl. Upon setting eyes on the completely wrecked vehicle, Desiree blinked. "That's not a good sign..." Desmond's familiar deepened voice spoke before hissing a whisper. "Everyone keep quiet... the big ones aren't forgiving..." Once Desiree's energy returned, she trotted along up to the ruined car along with Jacqueline. "It's wrecked!" She giggled excitedly. Check the trunk if you insist on making so much racket, sister... Bounding with a strange silence in her footsteps, Desiree made for the car and slid to a halt right before the back of the vehicle. The black psuedo-skin returned, forming around her hands and up her elbows; the fingertips becoming sharper around her own. Desiree dug her covered fingers between the trunk-lid and the back of the car and began to pull down. The car squealed and whimpered at the force and Desiree looked to be putting a hard weight on the piece of scrap until, finally, the trunk dropped open. The very light shuffling of a dropping suitcase and dufflebag filled a small section of space around the car, and Desiree looked right proud of her work opening the vehicle. "Found something!" She announced in a loud whisper.

Desiree watched in awe as Azria created the weapon before the group's very eyes. She beamed and ran up to the metal-shaping girl, throwing her arms around the woman's torso and squeezing a bit tightly; it probably felt tighter on account of the psuedo-skin still clinging to her arms. "That's so cool!" Desiree looked up at the girl with her wide, beautiful blue eyes and childlike attitude. "Can you make me one!?" A hard blink and her arms fell a bit awkwardly from around Azria and stepped back with a bit of embarrassment. "Please, forgive my sister's... jubilation... she has a point, though. A weapon might come in useful... if you could create another one." One could easily see the blushing on "Desmond's" face as "he" put his hands behind his back.

Breathing heavily, wounded. A few cuts here and there, nothing to worry about for now. The main issue was the glass shards in his shoulder and arm, and the gaping gashes along his back. The dark leather coat he was wearing was torn up, now. He knelt down in one of the aisles, the Supermarket dark and abandoned, it was natural for him to do so. He didn't expect to be alone.

How did he get into this mess? Last thing he remembered before crashing the car outside was heading for the old Headquarters where he and the gang used to hang out. A safe-haven from the horrors of this apocalyptic world. He recalled looking to his right, hearing the heavy footsteps of something, and then whatever it was crashed directly into his car. He remembered swerving out of control, and then this was followed by a second impact, from what he assumed was the same creature. This time he was knocked out cold. When he woke up, the creature was gone and he was crashed outside the Supermarket, bleeding.

After that he ditched the flipped car and headed inside the Supermarket through a door, which he broke down to get in. "Hm.." He needed medical supplies, or at least some food. He was staggering through the aisles under the dim emergency lights that turned on when the power was out. His blood trailed from the flipped car to inside, wherever he moved.

Desiree took the crude-blade quickly and held it tight; looking like a child on Christmas morning the whole while. "That is so cool!" She hopped up and down before blinking. "Indeed. Thank you, Azria..." Desmond's smooth mock of a male voice sounded pleased. Whipping the blade around as a professional swordsman might, he backed up while Jacqueline was admiring her own weapon. "This will do just fine..." He smiled a rare smile and took in a sigh. As the exhale sounded, Desiree smiled and felt the weight of the sword in her grasp. "Azzy, can you do other stuff with that? Like, can you make the car a robot!?" Her exuberance was cut short again. "Sister, calm down. Don't pester the woman." Desmond blinked, and Desiree looked scolded for a moment before smiling cheekily at Azria. "Sorry Azzy..." After a moment of sullenness, Desiree hugged her again, just before the full of her psuedo-skin covered her body. She turned excitedly for the supermart. "Come on! Let's go!"

Jacqueline was tense now; her eyes watched for every movement. Not only did she watch for enemies, but she was once again looking for something useful. Although she had a weapon, she was simply used to this, finding what she could work with since she was unable to use her power. "I hate this kind of thing," she said quietly to the other two. "Too damn quiet. And there's obviously something around. Which means it's obviously going to jump out at us any minute now." Her grip on the weapon was so tight now it was starting to hurt. She loosened it the tiniest bit, unwilling to risk losing her new toy. Her eyes picked up on metal hooks and shelves, which were conveniently removal. Those could some in handy if something decided to show up. Of course, depending on how big and/or strong it was, they might not work so great for what she could think to use them for.

Desiree had been poking at the discarded products on the floor with her new sword, half-way listening to Jacqueline and Azria's scaredy-talk. Right up until the crashing and thrashing of metal sounded from behind her. Her eyes shot back to see the massive monster as it rushed after Azria's sprinting form. The psuedo-skin tensed with adrenaline, and Desiree rushed for the nearest wall; landing her palms and the bottoms of her feet on it. Like a bug, she crawled swiftly as possible along the wall, keeping pace with the abomination as it pursued her friend.

"AZZY!" She shouted desperately, leaping from the wall up to the ceiling. Desiree crawled along until she reached the space above the monster. Keeping her palms attached to the ceiling, Desiree swung her legs at the abomination's head. The beast, though not hurt in the slightest, did lose a bit of its balance, stumbling to the side before regain it's balance and reaching for her. Dropping onto a nearby toppled shelf with both feet and a hand, Desiree turned her eyes quickly on Azria and blinked hard before the behemoth could charge them again.

"RUN!" Desmond shouted, already leaping the opposite direction of the girl to get the beast's attention.