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 Posted: Tue May 29, 2007 7:17 pm
So Ty and I were talking, and I got this idea. We both miss RPing in “If You Had the Time” but that RP sort of died. So this is kinda the sequel… that’s not to say, of course, you can’t create new characters, if you so wish.
The year is 2110. The setting is a sort of post-apocalypse world, but not like, meteors from heaven and all that jazz. Instead, the economy collapsed internationally one hundred years ago, and was never able to recover. Technological advancements ceased and even went backwards. People who were once best friends turned on each other in order to feed their families. All across the world, governments failed, and now, anarchy rules. Without a police force to control them, scared citizens and angry teenagers destroyed what was left of the civilized cities such as Vancouver, New York, London, Tokyo, etc., leaving only burned structures in their wake. Proper housing is hard to come by, impossible, really, and so people have taken to living in the burned remains of shopping malls and business buildings.
There was also another major change; humans now know of the existence of vampires, lychans, and balvorines. They live in constant fear of these creatures, and to quote Yoda, fear leads to anger, and anger leads to hate. In the wake of this economic apocalypse and supernatural revelation, Hellsing deteriorated. There was now a three-way war going on; the nearly helpless humans hunting down vampires and taking them by surprise, the vampires still ruthlessly fighting against the balvorines while needing to feed off of the humans, and now the balvorines taking the advantage to lash out against humans openly.
In the sudden chaos of this world-wide panic, the characters in “if you had the time” were separated. Now, one century later, they don’t even know if the others are alive…
Rules:
1. BE LITERATE! The second I see illiteracy, your character will be killed off and you will be asked not to return to this thread.
2. Please keep posts to a five-sentence minimum.
3. Seeing as how Alana and Zatch will be in this RP, there will most likely be some sexual content… HOWEVER, this is to be kept PG-13 by Gaia standards, nothing too graphic.
4. Same PG-13 rule applies to everything else. I know that there will be a lot of gore in this thread, and I’m totally fine with blood and gore, I’ll be writing a good portion of it. However, if it’s making anyone faint or throw up, I’m going to have to remove it, no questions asked.
5. Follow the TOS of Gaia and the rules of this guild
6. BE ACTIVE! Post at least once every day or so, if you can. If that’s not possible, I understand, and if you are going to be away from your computer for a long time (ie, I’m going to Puerto Rico this summer for 10 days) please give an explanation OOC and a place for your character to be IC.
7. I have the right to add more rules as I see fit.
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Posted: Tue May 29, 2007 7:20 pm
Alana Davis walked slowly through the streets of Tokyo, a city that had once been among her favorites, and now was little more than a pile of rubble. So much had changed since the fall of the human governments, so much had changed since she had last seen… NO! No… she had promised herself to not think about that anymore. It had been a century, one hundred years. They were all dead to her now. Dead. DEAD! Nothing more than rotting flesh under six feet of dirt, pushing up daisies, dead… not in your life, don’t think about them, Alana! Don’t think about HIM.
“Damn this moon.” She cursed, feeling it’s weight pressing down upon her. Every one hundred years, the crimson moon, the moon that had been meant for her and Markus but had ended with her and… No. No, she would not think that name.
As she walked along the city streets, the smell of ash still flooding her senses, she slowly became aware of another being near her, following her. Balvorine. In one single movement that was far too fast for any human to catch, she drew a lightweight katana from its sheathe at her side and decapitated the dog before it had a chance to blink. “Damn mutt.” She mumbled, but there was still more to deal with. A small human boy, no older than eleven, was watching her with terrified eyes. “Go on.” Alana hissed in his direction. “Or your neck will meet the same fate.”
The boy simply stared in terror. “Y-your eyes.” He trembled in Japanese, and it was obvious he was trying hard to be brave. “You’re hungry…” Alana watched as a cloud drifted past the moon, letting its crimson light shine down upon her, heightening her senses, making her throat ache with thirst, her body ache with longing for something much different. She could imagine how she looked now; she still fashioned the same dress she had for most of her seven hundred odd years, only now she had both hidden blades and ones that were strapped to her body, accompanied by a few guns that Marcus had taught her to use before she had run off again. Her fangs were openly down now, her eyes only having a tint of red amidst the black.
“You look delicious.” She warned, nearly growling as the moon hid again, leaving her in peace. “GO!” The boy ran off without a glance back, and Alana sighed, cleaning her blade and putting it back in the sheath. This was the first crimson moon since she and he had parted. She thought of the color of the moon, and of the color of the ring he had given her… “It was all a dream, Alana.” She said with an exhausted sigh as she went in search of someone to eat. “Forget it, it was nothing more than a dream.”
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Posted: Tue May 29, 2007 7:28 pm
Zatch stood at the empty snack bar. His blue cloak collar hiding most of his face, it ended at the bridge of his nose. He adjusted the sword at his back as his white button up shirt shifted. His blue hair moved from his view as he bent down to lift his pants and tighten his buckle. He spotted a figure in the corner of the street. His sences flared in a rush so crazy he almost dropped to the ground, but with held himself. He got up and looked at the woman and a soft name echoed from his pale lips. "Alana."
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Posted: Wed May 30, 2007 2:09 pm
Alana froze as she heard, very faintly, a voice whisper her name. It was an unfamiliar sound; it had been many years since anyone had recognized her. The last person she had heard utter that name was Markus, and she had left him over seventy-five years ago. Along with the unfamiliarity of the word, however, came a sudden rush, and it was this rush that caused her body to freeze. For as strange and distant as the name was to her now, the voice which spoke it was as familiar to her as this thirst that defied any of her good intentions. Over the century, she had locked that voice away in her heart and mind, refusing to remember, yet unable to forget. It had rung in her ears for all this time, its memory serving her with utter clarity.
“Zatch…” The word escaped her lips as little more than a breath, and fight as she may against even thinking that name, it repeated itself again. “Zatch.” Every muscle in her body ached to turn and look for the voice, look for that object whose touch she craved now more than ever, but the stubbornness of her will won the battle, and her muscles were forced to live with the longing alone. The voice, she reasoned with herself, could not have been more than the dream making itself her reality; and she must not let it do that. As heavenly as her hallucination may have been, she needed to keep her mind in the present. Losing herself in the past could cause nothing but harm; there were many pressing issues at hand.
Having dismissed the voice and nothing more than a figment of her imagination, she quickly walked in the opposite direction from where she had heard the voice coming. “Dream.” She chanted to herself as she walked, closing her eyes and forcing her way past the smell of ash to find a suitable prey; someone old and near death. “Dream.”
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Posted: Wed May 30, 2007 2:14 pm
Zatch jumped to a light post and stood on it "its is you.." he wispered as he jumped to a nearby building and looked around. She was cought by the man, and he kicked a rock down from the ledge and tryed to get her attention. He let a smile grow underneith the cloaks long neck guard. His eyes hidden from sight untill the wind blew a lock away, and he cought veiw of her again, only one eye to see with, but it was better than none.
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Posted: Wed May 30, 2007 2:40 pm
Alana heard the rock being kicked before she heard it hit the ground directly behind her, and this time didn’t hold back from glancing up in the direction that the noise had come from. After all, why wouldn’t she? What indication was a rock to give her of something being wrong with the situation? But as she glanced up and saw the cloaked figure standing on a building, his hair blowing in the wind and his silhouette illuminated by the red glow, her mind, heart, and body all stopped for a few brief moments. When she finally regained the ability to feel, emotions ranging from intense grieving to giddy happiness to dangerous anger flooded her. Before she could even give this stranger a chance to blink, she was on the rooftop, standing behind him, with her arm around his neck and the blade of one of her daggers at her throat.
Her breathing was ragged, her heartbeat irregular, her muscles shaking as she fought back the emotions that tried very hard to take control of her actions. Finally, she was able to calm herself, bring herself to a numb, emotionless state, and proceed with the task at hand. “I believe you dropped this.” She murmured in a monotonous, however still breathless, voice. In her free hand, she held the stone he had kicked down at her; she placed it in his hand. The touch made her gasp, his cold skin made her own tingle with recognition… and something more, some nameless feeling that she wished she didn’t recognize.
She fought back the urge to whisper that forbidden name again, and instead forced herself to remember that Zatch was gone. She quickly moved her hand away from the stranger’s and took on a menacing tone. “I don’t suppose you’d like to explain why you’re following me, would you?” She could smell and feel that he was a vampire, however in these times, all strangers were an enemy, even those of one’s own kind.
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Posted: Wed May 30, 2007 2:48 pm
Zatch gasped as he let himself tighten up. he then turned to see her and he let his covered mouth ask "you going to kill me after all thats happened?, Marcus tought you well" he said as the wind moved his hair from his face. The red light lined his body. His hands stayed still as he let her scent flood his body, he was so happy to see her agin, but after everything, he was a much colder being, relentless. His blood slowed to a point where it almost stopped, and a crystal blue hue came to his eyes.
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Posted: Wed May 30, 2007 6:56 pm
All breath left Alana’s lungs as she heard the stranger speak Markus’s name. The wind blew away the hair from his face, and with it, any shadow covering those painfully familiar features. His pale skin illuminated by the crimson light, he was a spitting image of Zatch. His voice, his hair, his attire, his face, his posture… his eyes. Alana was very close to loosing her emotions again, too close. She was always poised, calm, in control; it was a part of who she had made herself to become. But in the short time she spent with Zatch, he had stolen any control from her, leaving her vulnerable and pathetically trusting. She had loved Zatch for it then, but now… with this too familiar stranger, it awakened rage. Anger and the ability to become entirely aloof had become her two greatest defense mechanisms in this world where it was everyone for themselves, where anything living was your enemy.
Still… this scene was too familiar. His eyes, now a fierce blue, caused her heartbeat to stutter in a way she knew he wouldn’t miss. Still, she forced a poker face and kept her blade at his throat. “I’m afraid I don’t know what you’re talking about, pup.” She commented, then bit her own tongue. Personality was strictly forbidden with her aloof nature, and hadn’t been present since she left Markus. An attitude certainly fell under personality. She studied his eyes and face again, her throat closing up as it filled with a sob she wasn’t able to swallow. Her eyes watered, yet she kept her poker face on, let out no tears, and stopped her breath to avoid sobbing. He looked too much like her Zatch for comfort, he was going to break down the carefully made wall that guarded her heart and mind from any memory of him. She had done her grieving, it was time to move on, to return to the life that her master had meant for her. She wished she could cut his face for breaking her down as it was, she wished she could rip out his throat for having Zatch’s voice, she wished she could kill him for knowing about her life. She wished she could do anything to close her mind from the name that was pressing itself through the sob. Her subconscious mind was telling her that it was too much of a resemblance, screaming at her to open her eyes… and yet she stubbornly kept the blade at his throat. “Answer me.”
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Posted: Thu May 31, 2007 2:36 pm
I sat in a room on the top floor of an old office building in Kyoto. I found a lead on where to find Rena, but so far he's done nothing save for running from me. I hear footsteps coming up the stairs. I smile, my other lead was correct in saying that the building was still in service. I wait until the door was shut and the lights came on before saying anything. "Hello, Akira." I said. He jumped and turned around. "It's you." He said. I roll my eyes. "Did you honestly belive I'd let you get away with running from me? You have information that I require." I told him. "What will you do if I refuse to give you the information?" he asked skittishly. "Use your imagination." I said. "I heard about you. Your the one who was..." "Expiremented on by the balvorines and had his DNA altered." I finished for him. "What, exactly, is you point sppost to be?" I asked. "From everything I've heard you're suppost to be a genlter vampire." he said. I roll my eyes again. "I was, but the last hundred years has forced me to change a bit. Now about my information." I said. "I heard she was still in Japan, but no longer in Kyoto." he said. About a halof minute passed by without anything else. "And?" I said. "Thats it. I don't know anything else." He said. I get up and wlk over to him. "Then your of no more use to me." I said. I grab his shirt andpull his head to the side to reveal his neck. "No wait. I have more." He squealed. "Tell me." I said. "I heard she was seen in Tokyo." He said. I look at him suspiciously. "Okay, I know she's in Tokyo." He finally said. I pat he top of his head. "Good boy." I said. I head for the door. "Your not going to kill me?" he asked skittishly. "No I'm not going to kill you. You may be of more use to me in the future." I said. Iopen the door and take a step out. "She would be dissapointed in how you handled this." he said. The blow hit home. I spin around and close on him. My extended fangs lay inches away from his throat. "I don't know how you know about her and I don't care. She was human and it's been a hundred years since I last saw her. She's dead...." I paused. "She must be dead. If I ever hear you speak about her again I'll rip you throat out and feast on your blood. Have I made myself perfectly clear." I said. "Without a doubt." he wispered. I let go of him and walk towards the window. I slam my elbow into it, shattering the glass. "Aren't you going to take the stairs?" Akira asked. "This is much faster." I said. 'Your thirty feet in the air. Not even a vampire can jump that without sustaining serious injures." he said. "Then you don't know much about me at all." I told him. The skin of my back stretches and splits. Two leathery black wings ease out of the splits. I jump through the window and start flying in the direction of Tokyo.
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Posted: Thu May 31, 2007 5:21 pm
Zatch combed a hand through his hair "alana, its Zatch, dont hide it, you know who I am. So dont studder, dont blink drink it in." he said as he felt not at ease at all, he was scared to be killed, but tryed not to show it. His hidden smile faided "If you want to keep ignoring me, Ill turn now and leave, but " he fell silent "I miss you too damn much to do that" he pressed forwards, against the knife to hug her. The blade slowly sliding into the collar and into his flesh. The scent of his crimson liquid dripped off the blade and into the cloak and on the rooftop. He stared her down "withdraw the damn knife Alana,"
A child stood on a taller rooftop behidn him, he was about thirteen, a younger teen. He looked at them and he pulled out a gun. The he noticed somthing and put it away. Zatch had told him not to fire. And he stood there "hes being attacked."
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Posted: Thu May 31, 2007 5:53 pm
Alana closed her eyes as he spoke, nearly sighing at the words. Her mind still fought against reality, against the possibility of slipping into the helpless creature he had made her. One hundred years had passed, and walls were solid, her control solid, her power unshakable… and yet here she stood, his words disarming her as quickly now as they had before. She didn’t want to believe it was Zatch, she had suffered more than her share in order to accept never seeing him again… and yet… everything within her had hoped he was alive, never stopped believing that somehow the end wasn’t really the end.
As she felt his arms around her, all her defenses, all her resistance, and all her control failed her. The sob let itself out, just once, and one tear fell from each eye. Her lips moved on their own, his name coming out as nothing more than a sigh. “Zatch.” As the last of her breath escaped her, she was forced to breathe in. With the ashy air, however, came the overpowering smell of his blood. She instantly pulled the knife away from him, dropping it to the ground as another sob shook her body. “Zatch.”
She very slowly pulled away from his embrace, but only to touch the beautiful face she had missed so much. It was cold against her finger tips. She wanted, needed desperately, to make sure he was real. Both of her shaking, nervous hands now touched his face, stroked his jaw, under his eyes, his lips… The moon’s light shone down upon them once again, and her eyes turned to it’s color, her body crawling with the desire for those lips. She turned to look at him, smiling a little, not hesitating to show her fangs. “Zatch…” She murmured again, and moved one of her hands down to his chest, letting the last bit of blood drip onto her fingers. Curious, she brought it her lips and smiled. “Zatch.”
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Posted: Thu May 31, 2007 6:04 pm
Zatch smiled as he unbottoned his neck guard "lets go back to the cafe" he said as he dropped it on the roof top. The night was just starting, and it was as fun as it was over a hundred years ago. He moved his panst around "whats up with vampires and never changing styles?" he said as he tryed to clear the air of aqwardness. He then back up a step "so you up for the good ol times?" he asked.
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Posted: Thu May 31, 2007 8:44 pm
Ariana brushed over the cover of the book in her arms once more, sighing contently and following after her brother in a slow pace. A large smile adorned her facial features, contradicting the scowl her brother wore. The young woman hummed an old tune, realizing they must be nearing a town... or what may be left of one. Ariana hummed louder.
"Dammit Ree!" Chris spat, turning around quickly to scowl at his sister. "We're almost lost; I don't need you trying to sing!"
Ariana frowned, her mood no less densened. Her brother wasn't really mad at her, and she was aware of it. Just... frustrated, that's all. "Aw, c'mon bro!" She giggled happily, skipping ahead and grabbing hold of his hand. "Just smile! We'll find somewhere we can sleep really soon! If not, I don't mind camping out with you again." The girl began to tune again, an even larger smile being displayed for the world around.
Chris let out a sigh of defeat, running his hand through his hair in annoyance. He glanced down at his twin, and smiled ever so slightly. 'She's crazy.' He realized warmly. 'Just crazy.' Never could he understand how she always seemed to look on the bright side of things.
Sighing once again, Chris pointed to a hill not but a few feet away. "Let's head that way now, all right?"
Ariana laughed warmly, and nodded. "C'mon!" She shouted, tugging on his hand, and jogging towards the hill. "Let's play tag!"
Chris' eyebrows furrowed in confusion, yet he humored his little sister, and jogged along side her. "How? You're already touching me. You have to let go first."
Ariana frowned, smiling a second later. "Nuh-uh! Not the way I play!"
Chris' shoulders sagged. 'As crazy as they come.'
((W00t! Posted Character Profiles in the Characters Sub-fourm thing. just so everyone would know; it explains how these twins are related to Raye an such. >.> Tada!))
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Posted: Thu May 31, 2007 8:54 pm
((mags going to be off til ltommorow and I cant jion you in, so make yourself so I could let you join our little scene..))
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