In The Midst of All Chaos IC (Accepting in OOC) [PG-16]

[Justice Master]

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Lance spied through the scope of his gun. A gunfire was heard and a tire was blown. Two men, targets climbed out of the tipped car. In above five seconds they had both had holes in the side of their heads. The rifle was put snugly on the back of Lance as he held his pistol firmly. He walked out of the room, whistling a tune he had not heard in a long time, but that was irrelevant, a job had been completed, victory closer, and Lance's true want being near in his hands. Yet, there was still so much in the way, but to him, so much was just a bunch of men with guns, which he had dealt with his entire life. A few more couldn't hurt.

[Sar19]

At the moment, Athis and his group were resting on the road. They were just stopping and were hoping to find a hotel somewhere in the city. Athis was busy walking around, observing the different stores and homes that were abandoned who knows how long ago. He was still thinking about all that was transpiring in the world. Everywhere K'averta went, there was no law, no balance, no proper lives anymore. He wouldn't call surviving all of that "luck", but simply because the group was made up of sane, intelligent people, unlike most others K'averta had passed. The supplies in their last city, with it's falling structures and broken society, had allowed them to thrive for a while, but before long Athis and his group had left for another city after the first one ran out of supplies. [i]Hopefully somewhere permanent can be found, but I doubt it. There will always be someone else somewhere that will try and drive us away, or most likely try to kill the majority of us before that.[/i]

Athis decided to forget about that now and continue walking around, or was it pacing? Athis admitted to himself that he was a bit nervous about the new city, but they would manage. They had to in this crumbling world.

[Techi☺]

Nova and his precious Kinwa Knights had been all staying in the pub they "barrowed". Most of the Kinwa Knights had been out fighting or at their own homes, spending what might be their last few nights with their family. But for people like Nova and the 15% of his group that was with him in the Pub, there was no family to saden with their deaths. So they partied it up in this Pub that was owned by a Kinwa Knights supporter. The man was a pretty cool guy. Nova had been sitting in a chair and letting it lean back against the wall. The Pub's giant 1st floor had many men and women, either kicking back and drinking or selling beer like madmen. Great bussines, good party, best place to stay for free, very good relations. Nova almost started laughing out loud, but he didn't because he didn't need his friends thinking he was going crazy, especially those of his own group that are his closest supporters. Nova sighed and he leaned forward to the table and picked up his large glass of beer to guzzle down some more. Tommorow they were going out to a new place, one unlike the little heaven they had here. It didn't have structure like the Kinwa knights placed here. It was a land run by survivors and mad men. Nova could feel his feet shaking.

[❤ Lovely Warrior ❤]

They thought they could take advantage of her becuase she was a little girl, but they were wrong. With a quick shot Mika killed the first one, watching him fall to the ground. The other one tried to run but she got him to. She had no emotion, she did not care they were dead, she wiped the blood off her face and got up. "There efforts are meaningless, even if they took advantage of me they would be sad again" she said to herself. The alley she was in was dark, long, and scary. She had no choice but to be in the alley, if she were to leave it she would be killed. So she stayed there intill she could cross the stree safely. Once she could get across the street she did barely missing a bullet. On the other side the found a dumpster, she knew it was bulletproof so she got inside and broke the door so that only she could open it. The smell was the worst smell she had ever smelt, but she had to tolorate it, she got out her flashlight and turned it on. she sat in there thinking about what is to come for her.

[Justice Master]

"I just killed two people," Lance announced as he walked by Athis seeing if he would be shocked by the news, but either way he just kept walking. He stepped towards the truck and busted the lock on the back. He slowly pulled open the doors to find what he had expected, supplies. The sweetest reward for murder he could get. He looked through them all, food, clothing, weapons, and much more. It had all they could need, only problem, they were large crates. "Athis!" Lance yelled, "we need others!"

[Sar19]

"So that's where you went!" Athis exclaimed sarcastically. He didn't care if someone murdered another. In fact, the less stupid people, the better. Athis watched Lance make his way to the truck. He then called for Athis to bring some others along. Athis guessed there was something heavy or locked tight, so he quickly called for some of the strongest people in the group. They got to the truck and Athis saw what the problem was; there were large crates that contained everything. Athis helped as well and they each got a crowbar or something else. Athis took a crate and placed it on the ground. He shoved a crowbar under the lid of the crate and pushed upwards. He didn't seem like it, but Athis was exceptionally strong. He lifted the lid with little difficulty. Athis got a splinter, but it was insignificant compared to what a lot of other people have been through. Broken limbs, getting shot and what not.

[Justice Master]

Lance looked around and really was quite dissapointed that no one had used a little common sense. He quickly looked through some crates finding some useless stuff to him. These included board games, MP3 players, and a bunch of other useless crap. It was then he finally found a spare tire and called for some other people. With the help of about fifteen other men he tipped the truck back on it's wheels and gave it a new tire. "Heh," Lance started, "we got some transportation. Now we're playin' with power."

[Sar19]

"Transportation! we've been looking for a working truck for ages! Now the rest of this stuff...what the hell! No food or other materials we could use. Oh look! The mp3s have batteries in them. The few people that have mini game consoles like DSes could use them." Athis kept rummaging threw his box and found a pocket knife. Apparently someone had forgotten to take it, that absent-minded person. They come in handy. Athis asked if anyone wanted it and one guy said he'd like it, so Athis gave it to him. He then turned back to his crate. "Mostly garbage. We'll keep searching, for a hotel and for other important things. Maybe we'll find another truck." Athis closed the lid of his crate, slightly disappointed. The few stores and houses on the street had barely anything, but Athis knew there would be more places to search through.

[Techi☺]

Tai, Nova and 2 other well known General's of the Kinwa Knights, have been sitting around Nova's table and the 3 eldest were drinking. "Suppose we get there, and that little bycicle gang runs with their tails between their legs. What would we do then?" The woman sitting oppositely from Nova asked. She sipped her beer slowly. She didn't trust these guys enough to get drunk around them. "Those People are very bad people. We'd be doing the world a favour by exterminating them even if they do ask for forgivness." The man, who was sitting to Nova's Right had said. He just got done a whole large glass of beer and waited for a pretty waitress to come by and offer him another. "But what would these people think of us if we just barge in there and we kill them." The woman asked. She started to take gulps instead of sips. [color="#4169E1"]"They'd see us as heros. Many people of this town have lost their family members or have been victems themselves to that disgusting excuse of a group. I say we not only kill them, but destroy eveything they stand for. Including those stupid Bikes."[/color] Tai Spoke. His young voice was strangely luring. "But we can't just kill those guys in cold blood! Nova. What do you think?" The woman spoke again. This time her face was starting to get a bit red and she was already half-way down her beer. Nova considered if she didn't suck it all down because she was a light-weight. [color="#FF0000"]"We'll rush in there and kill them all. No mercy for those who have never given it."[/color] Nova spoke, downing the rest of his glass. The Man to his right, and Nova himself, both cheered drunkenly as the good-looking female waitress came to the table. Tai Chuckled.

[Maghion Syaoran Light]

"I smell fighters, can you?" Moriarty asks his no longer existing dog as if he was still trailing behind Moriarty like good times. His dog would bark in response. Moriarty just got to this abandoned city he has no idea the name of from a two day journey. He was going to continue on but something about this city told him he may find some customers there. Moriarty checks his gas gauge. "Almost out again. I definitely need to trade supplies for some gas."
Moriarty pulled up to a bar and parked in front. In some cities, the bars are almost always used as a hiding place or base of some sort. After locking his van, Moriarty steps inside, "Hello? I can use a drink or two"

[Navras]

OOC: Sorry for this kind of late reply. This opening city I describe briefly in this first paragraph isn't the same one everyone else is at, it's far, far away so... yeah, no freaking out on me when you read it.
IC:

"Did you know that Lake Eerie actually caught on fire once because of all the crop floating around in it?" A puff of smoke drifted up into the light sun-lit sky. The sun was setting and was working it's paint across the sky, today using orange, yellow, pink and purple to blend together into a meshed tar pit of colors. Far off in the distance of the somehow still standing tower, dark clouds were forming on the horizon, bring as strangers among this beautiful sky portrait. A man stood on the very last terrace of this tower, high above the world, the cool wind blowing his hair and garments behind him. The man took the cigarette out of his mouth and flicked the ashes. He watched them fall down to the ground very slowly until they faded out of his vision. He sighed, looked up at the horizon once more and said, "I wish I could have seen that." He turned away from the terrace and walked back into the decrepit building, just as the city below burst into all consuming flames, the master stroke of Topsy Slenderman's plan coming into being as he had planned. There wasn't much left in that city, but whatever was left after Topsy's fires, besides t he tower, where the blaze originated from, wouldn't be by the time the sun rose the next morning.

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In the midst of all the fighting on the streets, there was only one man who appeared not to be bothered by the whole spectacle. This man had strapped to his side a huge gun that most, at first glance, would mistake for perhaps a shot gun or a long range rifle sawed down at the handle and in his left hand as a long sword in a case. He was wearing all white, accept fro his under dress shirt and tied, the shirt being pin k and the tie being black. He looked around at all of the shooting, from a somewhat safe distance, in a nonchalant manner. Someone saw him from far down the street and shot at him. The man didn't flinch, he didn't have to. The bullet landed easily ten feet to his left, which meant that whoever had shot at him was one, a bad aim, and two using a type of gun that was probably barley functioning as it was. Looking over to where the bullet had penetrated the ground, the man sighed, rolled his eyes, rolled, his head, and began to dance in the middle of the street. Swinging and swaying and spinning his way further into the street, the man seemed to be made of air as shot after shot was fired at him and all missing by a great deal. With a slide forward, one hand out stretched in front of him, the other, the one holding the sword, hanging on to his hat so that it didn't fall, the man spun on his heel and began to moonwalk backwards, a trail of bullets from a semi-automated rifle marking his tracks on the ground and the wall. Coming to a stop, the man spun around on his heel again, reached down and pulled the handle of the gun down to the side, struck a pose where one of his legs was bent while the other locked, he gave a vulgar thrust of his hips and pulled the trigger. The shot from the gun was surprisingly quiet but obviously powerful as the repercussion of it sent dust flying under the barrel. Across the street, behind the wall, a man died suddenly, his chest exploding with red as the bullet pierced his spin and sternum, making blood spurt.

Spinning around once more, the man in white gave a loud "Woo!" before turning around, aiming his gun upwards and shooting someone who had been shooting from atop the building. The man in white smiled, took his hand off of the handle of his gun, took the hat from atop his head, and gave an exasperated bow, gunfire from down the street just narrowly missing him. Looking down the street, the man in white, seeing his target, pulled his Smith and Weston 500 from it's loose holster and fired with deadly accuracy as the bullet flew and pierced it's target's forehead beautifully. Standing up straight, the man let out a sigh and rolled his neck around. "The gunners around her are terrible! Don't they ever clean their guns? Eh?" Further down the street, the man saw a figure that caught his eye. A girl. A subordination of his. He could vaguely remember meeting the girl once or twice before. Smiling and humming to himself, the man in white turned around and began moon walking down the street once more. As he crossed an open alley way, a man with a rusty iron pipe swung at the man in white and narrowly missed him. They two looked at each other for a moment, the man in white blinking at what might have just happened to him. He lifted up a finger and waved it in front of the man's face. "Naughty, that was," he said before swinging his sheathed blade at the man twice. The first strike met the man at his face, while the second clutched the back of his neck and made the man fall to his knees. Dropping his gun for a moment, the man in white grabbed the handle of his masamune and unsheathed it. Unfortunately, for the man in white's opponent, the man was much to close at this time and , consequently, was slashed across the chest and shoulders once before the man in white turned, leaving the man for dead. He swung the blade around in circles for a second before running the blade across the head of the sheathe, getting the blood off of it before he sheathed it once more. The next block came and went with surprisingly little trouble, as no one deliberately shot at him again. He turned down the alley where he had seen his subordinate go down but couldn't see her anymore. Perplexed, he looked at all the hiding places that she could be. The first, and most obvious was an old trash been, large and metal like a defiant golem. He tried lifting on the lid but found that he couldn't. Snickering, the man turned away from the garbage pale before turning around again, ducking down, and knocking on the old, rusted metal.

"Janey? It's your uncle Topsy at the door. Do let him in, won't you?" Topsy Slenderman asked in a thick southern accent above the chaos in the streets beyond. Standing up straight again, Topsy turned around and leaned against the far end of the garbage golem, waiting for his Criminal to emerge.