Madness: A Post Apocalyptic RP (Still Accepting in OOC thread) PG 16

[Navras]

Here is the link to the OOC thread: http://forum.yugiohcardmaker.net/thread-216446-post-4456646.html#pid4456646

 

 

Maquital is often annoyed at how dumb some people can be. For example: How he wasn't one of the first people told about IT's escaping. He was one of the main guards in IT's holding facility, and he hadn't been told right away. No, he had been told three hours before because, and I quote, "You looked tired, so we let you sleep... we had other guards!" Idiots.

Now, Maquital was up and running, headed straight for the special prison designed just for IT. It would take him five more minutes to get there... five more dreadful minutes that IT was free. Only an hour before he had been meeting with the local authority figures, getting prepped on how it had happened and when. Now, he was going to see for himself.

According to the authority figures, as Maquital only calls them, IT had suddenly stood up in the night, so says one of the guards who had been keeping an over head watch on IT, and attacked the two guards in front of his cell. Afterwards he had melted, 'though we're not sure how', through his cage and proceeded to feed upon the two guards... Why hadn't he been told about this sooner?

 

-Meanwhile-

 

IT ran from building to building... that's what they called him. "IT", like he was some unspeakable disease, oh how he hated them all! For a hundred years or more he had played their little science game, but no more. He had had enough of this, all of it! The prison, the guards who aged and eventually died, he was tired of watching it all. Now, as he hid in between buildings, hiding and running from any who might be in pursuit of him, he wonders why he hadn't done this years and years ago.

Because I was depressed he thought to himself. He also thought it was true. He'd been in a hundred year depression, but no more. It was time he taught this word a thing or two in his immortal wisdom. It was time he showed what he could really do. It was time for killing, for chaos, murder.

[Asriel Dreemurr]

Tzeentch was doing the thing that most careless old men did this time of day. He was calmly sitting in a small rocking chair on the ground in front of the small house he called home. This little community of his was about eighty miles from the nearest of the large cities. This was the exact reason that he had chosen to settle down there, he was getting ready to enjoy his age. However, one thing kept him from this. He didn't look like he had aged much in his seventy three years of life. In fact, he only looked about twenty seven, with one exception. His hair had long ago turned silver with age, that was the only thing about him that looked as old as he actually was. His long, rather torn black trench coat was wrapped slightly around his legs which were covered by some simple black dress pants. He wore a pair of black leather "cowboy boots" the heels of which were planted firmly on the ground in front of his chair. Now, since his trench coat was slightly open, one might see the ornate steel breastplate which he wore for protection from the various creatures he slew for a living. On his lap he had set the massive handgun which he had affectionately named a "Bolt Pistol", the metal gleaming slightly because of the polish which he had rubbed onto it. Resting against the wall of his home, behind him and to the right, was his Crystal Stave. Because of it's nature as crystal it shined in any amount of light. Now, there were two mutant dogs resting by him to the left. Well, at least they were mutant dogs at one time, now they were very much dead, or more accurately undead. This could be seen in the fact that they had no fur, and that all of the skin and muscles on their heads had rotted away. It was in this manner that Tzeentch calmly sat and rocked.

 

"So far there haven't been any attacks today. Maybe I'll finally get a nice long rest for the whole day."

[TitanKing]

Azriel walked through the town thinking about what he just heard "Why didn't they tell us the IT escaped?." He walks into a store and picks up some stuff then walks to the counter "Your Know Where good for it." he Lady at the counter and smiles Azriel walks out and starts eating what he got. "I wonder where Maquital is right now?" he stops and looks at come children playing "Those where the days.....I miss the days when we used to play." He starts walking again "I guess i will go to the Cage where IT was."

[Asriel Dreemurr]

Tzeentch sighed as he saw someone approaching him. It was one of the others in said community, one of the actual young men. The young man didn't particularly appear unique, with the exception that he was rather muscular. He was running full-speed to Tzeentch, a worried expression on his face. Tzeentch stopped himself rocking and turned his attention to the younger man, who came to a stop as he reached the old man's home. It took him a moment to catch his breath enough to speak.

 

"It's...it's a croc...a...big croc. It's almost in town..." The young man managed to say through heavy breaths.

 

"Don't you worry, I'll take care of it." Tzeentch said, taking the Bolt Pistol in his left hand as he rose from his rocking chair. He extended his right hand back towards his stave which flew into his hand as if of it's own accord. He then ran off in the direction the young man had come from, at a surprising speed for him. The dogs, knowing that their master was leaving, suddenly rose and tore off after him. It was in this way that the famed monster hunter made his way towards his next encounter.

[Navras]

Maquital stood at the entrance of the prison where they had kept IT until just a few hours ago, panting heavily from his running. He bent over to catch his breath for a moment then snapped back up. This was no time to be resting. He walked past the two dead guards, having already examined them beforehand. Inside it was dark, he guessed that IT had cut the power to the lights. There were beams of lights inside from the few people still there, trying to figure out what to do. Maquital walked in and headed for the nearest beam of light.

"Take me to It's cell now!" Maquital said to the man holding hte beam.

 

A few minutes later at IT's prison cell, Maquital looekd at the bars to IT's prison.

"What did he do to these...?" Maquital asked to himself as he got a closer look at the bars. On further inspection, one would find that the bars had not been bent or melted or even pried open, instead it appeared as though they had been sytematically shredded to bits. The three bars that IT had apparently shreded to bits all looked as if they had just been cut with a saw enough so that IT could crawl out, but on further inspection, one would find that on the ends of these bars were holes where pieces of metal should be. Maquital looked over to the walls and found the missing pieces of metal, the thousands of them, sticking into the wall. Maquital sighed and stepped back away from the bars.

"Get the word out, let everyone everywhere know that IT has escaped..."

[Asriel Dreemurr]

Tzeentch arrived very quickly at the edge of town. To say what he saw was a "Big Croc"would be one hell of an understatement. The beast he saw before him appeared to have had ancestors that were, in fact, crocodiles. This beast essentially looked exactly like them, just several times larger. It measured well over sixty feet in length and appeared to be over ten feet in girth. It's eyes appeared blood shot and it was moving rather sluggishly towards the town. However, once it saw Tzeentch it picked itself up off of it's belly and began charging straight at him, getting very quickly up to about forty-five miles per hour. Tzeentch raised the massive hand gun he held in his left hand, aiming directly for the center of the crocodile's head. He fired a single shot, the sound from which reverberated throughout the town like the sound of a cannon shot. The bullet flew forth, striking the beast exactly in the center of the head and burying itself inside the cranial cavity as it began to explode. This all happened in the span of a few milliseconds and as such it appeared that the shot merely struck the crocodile and ripped it's head apart. Tzeentch's left arm had been thrown into the air from the recoil. He now brought it back down slowly, stepping a few meters off to the right to avoid being struck by the skidding corpse. He sighed as he placed the weapon in a very large holster which was on his left thigh. The undead dogs rushed up to him, before looking at the corpse and then lowering their heads dejectedly, as if they had wanted to be part of the killing process. Tzeentch calmly turned back towards the town, slowly walking back to his small house. He beckoned for the dogs to follow him and they did.

 

"Oh don't be upset, I'll let you kill the next one on your own."

[Navras]

IT had escaped the city of his encampment. No one knew where he was going, no one had seen him. Well, accept for a little girl. A little girl that had been looking out onto the street with her parents when they heard that he had escaped. While her parents weren't looking, she was. And she saw him. IT had smiled then and raised his finger to his mouth. She had nodded and he had escaped.

 

Now, it was time that he went to visit an old friend... and extremly dear friend of his...

 

Next stop: the lower right half of the world.

 

OOC: When I saw lower right half of the world, I'm talking about what's left of Austrailia. Ketodama, IT's going to be coming to your town on the way there so be ready to get involved.

[Asriel Dreemurr]

It didn't take Tzeentch long to make his way back into the town, what with it being as small as it was. He let out a long, rather drawn-out sigh as he made his way back to the small house in which he lived. Replacing his stave against the wall, he walked around to the front of his wooden rocking chair and calmly sat down once more on the firm surface. He set the handgun down on his lap and planted the heels of his boots into the ground before he began rocking again. The dogs once more made themselves comfortable on either side of the chair and laid down, seeming to fall into something like a slumber. Tzeentch merely looked up at the sky, musing over the patterns of the clouds.

 

"I get the feeling that something big is about to happen."