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dystopia on test

Mon, 10 Jul 2017 20:52:50 +0000


	Whipped by a fierce wind And dashed like the ocean waves Against the rocks— I alone am broken to bits And now am lost in longing. *Minamoto no Shigeyuki (1000 a.d.)* A steady rain fell from the rippling clouds above, it's cool drops ricocheting from Zakuro's cylindrical straw hat as he ducked into the opening of a building, the sign above the entrance simply Hyo. It was an early mid-summer evening, dusk slowly encroaching on the flooded fields that surrounded the small town Sakai. Zakuro pulled the star hat from his head as he entered, letting it fall to his back where the string that was tied around his neck caught it. The Hyo was dark, little of the remaining sun filtered in, though lamp light illuminated small pockets of tables. The smell of beef danced through the crowd, most of which were huddled around small tables on their knees or in various states of relaxation. The chatter did not stop as the Ronin entered, his eyes moving systematically from one group of men to the next, he was meant to meet someone here. " Excuse me, I'm looking for a man named Ukioinin " Zakuro leaned in to the closet table to the door, speaking to a balding man who sat with a large group. The man gestured quickly with his hands towards a table in the back, not speaking. Zakuro nodded in appreciation before moving inward, careful to move fluidly through the clusters of tables until he reached the back of the Hyo where a tall bearded man sat patiently with a cup of saki. The man's face was old beyond it's years, he had clearly lead a hard life, but his body was clearly strong and full of fight. This was the man he was meant to speak with. " Come Ronin, sit with me. The others should be arriving shortly. " Ukioinin's voice was deep and raspy, carrying a serious tone. Zakuro simply nodded and lowered himself to his knees, whipping his tunic back as he did so, and prepared to wait for the others.

griff on ++ Chapter 1: Survival of the Fittest

Mon, 09 Sep 2013 12:47:12 +0000

Abe did as instructed without a second thought. The boy put his trust in Robert long ago and knew instinctly to follow what he said. With the toolbox filled with everything he found, Abe headed out of the shed and looked to both sides to make see if a walker had stumbled upon them while they were searching, "Where to next?" Abe looked back into the shed to speak silently. Abe understood the question seemed pointless as he would see where Robert was heading, but the boy still liked to know what was happening.

dystopia on ++ Chapter 1: OOC Thread

Sat, 07 Sep 2013 15:03:28 +0000

I posted a couple days ago, you can go ahead or wait for Griff, he said he'd post over the weekend.

clerith on ++ Chapter 1: OOC Thread

Sat, 07 Sep 2013 03:52:37 +0000

Sure

dystopia on ++ Chapter 1: Survival of the Fittest

Wed, 04 Sep 2013 13:23:17 +0000


	Survival of the Fittest
	As he picked through the haphazard stack of yard tools Robert glanced to Abe, curious to what he might have found. Watching for a moment he saw the young man uncover several screw drivers and a set of wrenches which Robert thought could be useful. Watching for a minute more he saw Abe uncover more tools, including a saw and a couple hammers, all of which might be worth taking. ” Grab that little tool box and load it up with that stuff, it might come in handy, even if it will be a pain to carry back to the safehouse. ” Robert instruted young Abe, talking quietly and hoping not to cause detection by those things. Moving his gaze back to his own findings Robert pulled one of the shovels free, deciding to take it with them, as it could be used to keep one of those walkers at a distance.
— OOC Talk: Lets get to the next house!

dystopia on ++ Chapter 1: OOC Thread

Wed, 04 Sep 2013 13:07:40 +0000

I'm herem been having Skype issues so I haven't been on it. You guys want to continue?

griff on ++ Chapter 1: OOC Thread

Wed, 04 Sep 2013 11:57:59 +0000

I'm still here but havent seen dys is over two weeks.

clerith on ++ Chapter 1: OOC Thread

Mon, 02 Sep 2013 13:49:28 +0000

Where did everbody go?

griff on ++ Chapter 1: Survival of the Fittest

Thu, 22 Aug 2013 14:08:33 +0000

Abe spent no time daddling and was quick to check out the shed. With the lock gone, he felt everything in there was his, but he would share it with the rest of the party. He needed their protection anyways. Ah, it was just like good 'ol times. The workbench was what caught his attention and, after a quick nod to Robert to keep noise to a minimum, Abe got to work. All he had for tools was a screwdriver and there was only so much someone, even someone as skilled as Abe, could do with a screwdriver. He only hoped that in this low light he would be able to find something good.

Search Roll: 14 + 1

dystopia on ++ Chapter 1: Survival of the Fittest

Wed, 14 Aug 2013 12:48:24 +0000


	Survival of the Fittest
	Robert had taken in a quick look around the shed, though it was dark he was still able to make out several useful supplies. Moving inside he motioned for Abe to take a look the the work bench, knowing that tools made for good weapons and that they could always use tools when it came to securing their safe house. ” I'm going to check over hear, just make sure to be as quiet as possible. ” Robert wispered to Abe as he moved towards the lawn mower, ducking his head around the back where he found exactly what he had hoped, a three gallon jug of gasoline, which upon lifting it Robert guessed was probably two thirds full, enough to run a generator or get a car going if they needed. Robert moved the jug outside, setting it on the grass by the shed before heading back inside, making his way towards the yard tools in the back. Picking through them he found a couple shovels and rakes, he had hoped to find a pitch fork but wasn't that lucky.
— OOC Talk: ---

dystopia on ++ Chapter 1: Survival of the Fittest

Mon, 29 Jul 2013 14:10:06 +0000


	Survival of the Fittest
	The shed door opened with a creak, which sent chills down Robert's back as he quickly looked around the area, the light now very nearly gone making visability low. Robert's heart pounded, he could feel the sweet on his brow but for the moment they seemed to be alright. Looking inside Robert took note of the contents of the shed, which appeared to be eight feet by eight feet in floor space, big enough to house a small work bench on the right littered with tools and various scraps. Filling the left side of the shed was a large ride on lawnmower and other yard tools organized behind it. Robert thought that close inspection of this shed would likely deal out very useful supplies, but they needed to get a move on.
— OOC Talk: Shed description, just figured I'd do it from Robert's POV seemed most simple for this situation.

griff on ++ Chapter 1: Survival of the Fittest

Sun, 28 Jul 2013 15:33:52 +0000

Abe approached the lock and got down onto one knee. He swung his backpack in front of him and went through the side pocket, picking out some paper clips he had for just this reason. With a quick look of "don't worry I got this", Abe bent the paper clip so he was straight and got to work on the lock. After some swift movements, the lock clicked and let go. 'Ah a lock. Made to keep our possession safe yet so simple' thought Abe as he took the lock off the door and opened to door, revealing whats inside.

Open Lock Check: 16 +1 Success.

dystopia on ++ Chapter 1: Survival of the Fittest

Thu, 25 Jul 2013 13:05:50 +0000


	Survival of the Fittest
	Robert simply nodded to Jade, knowing that what she said was sincere, before heading through the sliding kitchen door into the growing darkness. The path to the shed was short, only twenty feet or so but the back yard was not fenced, which meant anything could stumple upon them back there. Keeping quiet as he reached the shed which sported double doors which would pull open he noticed that there was a small padlock on the door. ” Dumb dumb dumb, you should have looked for a fucking key. ” Robert thought to himself, wanting to smack himself on the head, but resisting. Turning to the young Abe he simply pointed at the lock and stepped back giving the boy some room to do his work. As he stood, Robert motioned to Chris to head back to the house and look for the key, just incase.
— OOC Talk: 16+1 (17) move silently check. Griff this lock has a DC13 (dice check 13 or over to pick) if you fail, you can try again your next post, to keep the realism if you can't pick it and nobody can find a key, we might just have to leave it behind.

clerith on ++ Chapter 1: Survival of the Fittest

Wed, 24 Jul 2013 05:45:46 +0000

Jade stayed at the open door, looking across the garden as the others began to pace across the garden. She looked at Robert who was also on the look out for walkers. "Just for the record, thanks." She paused, looking across at her brother. "For looking after us both."

She remembered the moment Robert had saved her like it was yesterday. Too many zombies and no hope, until he showed up out of the blue. She was alone at that point, fending for herself, and then eventually tracked down her brother. Over time, the four survivors began to build a bond that meant everybody looked after each other. They'd made it this far.

OOC: Haven't moved.