Gifted Mutant
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Post by Zecarayus H. Seguro on May 11, 2017 20:18:33 GMT
It had been a few months for zecarayus to live his new lifestyle of scavenging. For today he picked up the rot of a larger animal, hopefully most of the meat was gone. Much safer to go for bones then meat with how the predators have been. He walked through the brush, trying to keep quiet but still wanting to get to the source as soon as possible. His worn down black sneakers made this easier then he thought, and with his grimy gray t-shirt with his dark green shorts he would had thought he blended in nice enough. Then again, the way he was mutated he doubted anyone with sense would dare to talk with him, let alone start a fight. But if it came to a fight, he had the old 9mm handgun holstered on his right side. And if that didn't do it, running was always a strong option, especially against any mad deer.
Withing a half hour from the place of his dwelling, he spotted ruins. It wasn't the first time he had seen ruins but this would be the first time he actually go into some of them since the smell is originating from there. As he crept closer, he kept watch of any hazardous wildlife, and nearly lost it when he first saw the deer. At first he thought it would be a mutated deer and he would had to bolt away from his meal. But then he stopped and stared as he realized, the deer was normal. And it acted that way too, when it caught sight of zecarayus it ran from where it came. That was perhaps the first normal deer he had seen since the day everything went crazy in November. He thought a little and thought of a theory. Were normal animals now incredibly rare? Were these mutant animals all that was left of wildlife here? The growling in his stomach reminded him that he had other issues to tend to, and continued his way cautiously to the decaying buildings.
He was near them now, and realized the buildings were wooden shacks. Nature appeared to have already started to break down them, and zecarayus wasn't sure how long these shacks had been abandoned. But he could wonder about the origins later, the smell was much stronger now and if the smell was anything to go by, it would be good eating. He kept to the outskirts of the concentration of shacks, using them as cover if he thought he heard something from the forest. Though slowly, he found his way to the opposite side of the shacks from where he came. There he spotted his reward, a corpse of what looked like a deer. Predators had took most of the meat and skin, leaving bones and a few remnants of some stubborn flesh that stuck on the bone. For zecarayus this was fine, perhaps he wished for a little more meat but then there would be good chance he had to fight over it.
He hurried over to the corpse and was greeted with the humming of a few bugs, scavengers themselves. He broke off one of the ribs that had a tad bit of flesh left on it, brushed off some of the bugs he saw on it, and began to chew on it. The sensation felt good on his teeth, and the taste wasn't too bad. He then broke a piece off in his mouth with a snap, then began to chew on the bone, making a loud crunch noise as he chewed. He repeated this process until the first rib was gone, and proceeded to break off another one.
Just then he heard it, a noise that sounded like footsteps. He thought about whether it was actually foot steps or not, but decided it was better to be safe then sorry. He rushed as quietly as he could away from it and hid behind the farthest shack away from the source. He then cautiously poked his head around the side to look in the direction, keeping his head low and would had retracted his head quickly if he did catch sight of something or someone.
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Post by Aton Devanu on May 12, 2017 2:29:21 GMT
The slow exhale of the cigarette let out a small cloud of smoke and signalled the end of the smoke, Aton would lift his left hand and flick the bud on to the ground before proceeding to step on it his blue shoes crushing it and sending small red particles of fire about into the air. The woods was always relaxing and the best place to find food. Aton was wearing a outfit he deemed a community outfit. Aton's community outfit is considerably simple. The very bottom layer of this outfit consists of a protective mesh and grey t-shirt. On top of that, Aton wears a metal chest plate to protect him from simple strikes. On the very top layer, Aton puts on a blue coat that has all sorts of decorations on it, most notably, a white circular pattern on the back of the coat. He was not one to stand around long so without a word he began walking and the two people with him slowly began moving. It was obvious they were not random survivors each of the three including Aton were clean and well kept. They all had sling over there shoulders a rifle and a bow along with arrows handmade the latter for wildlife and the first being for mutant threats which they deemed a threat. Since ammo was a precious commodity Aton did not approve of wasting it freely. In the Aimon Settlement it was known that Aton s group of hunters known as the light dragoons were always good at finding technology. But little did they know the group was not good at all it all through the expertise of Aton that he made electronics he found work and didn't let anyone know his true gifts in being a technopath. The group pushed into the woods and readied there bows while Aton was in the front he held up his hand to stop the group. They were close to camp pine and there was always a group of people taking refuge there and it changed as frequently as the weather. The buildings made a nice home and it was a shame all the material was going too waste. From the brush a snap from a twig would be heard and in quick precision each of the three would lift there hands grab and notch a arrow before pointing. Once visual conformation was made there arrows would sail true three arrows it would seem hard too hit the same spot but Aton had trained his regiment too hit vital organs and each of the three had aimed for the heart of this deer and hit perfect at such a close range of 30 feet. Pulling out some rope Aton would tie the deer up and lift it; of course normally one would clean a kill right away but this was no normal world a good scavenger knew they could not be in the open with anything someone else would want the transition was smooth the three would put away there bows and pull out there rifles all old hunting rifles 38 in caliber. They had too defend the kill now a deer was a very good find and this one seemed normal for the most part. They made there way to the Camp little pine and in little time they made it moving in a light jog they entered the Camp and Aton kicked down a door and put the deer down allowing the others too take it. One of them would enter check the building then begin cleaning the deer. The second would protect the building and the third; Aton would survey the area. And he did just that moving to and from buildings until he heard a shuffle his good hunting instincts allowed him too know it was something of a nice size moving in the dirt most likely a person. He would lift his rifle but not to high just in case it was a friendly and peer over. "We are from the Aimon Settlement, if you require assistance you can come with us." Zecarayus H. Seguro
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Post by Zecarayus H. Seguro on May 12, 2017 5:11:41 GMT
Zecarayus at his spot farther away heard a door being kicked down from the direction where he first heard the noise. It did sound like people, now the question was what were they here for? It would had been a smart move to just up and leave to avoid conflict. But zecarayus was still hungry, and that dear corpse was still where he left it. But he didn't know how many they were of them. So he dared to take another look around his hiding place. He saw them, two men standing outside a shack. One of them looked like the normal people he had seen before, the other though was wearing a blue coat, clearly decorated. He didn't know what to make of it, but then he saw the rifles. He silently mouthed a curse to himself at the thought of getting in a fight, he was no expert but he was sure rifles hit harder than pistols. He then saw the blue man go off to the right and the other stayed put at the shack. Zecarayus thought to himself and decided, he would go back to get as much bones from the deer corpse and then run. Especially since it appears there farther away from where he wanted to go, it would be possible to go unnoticed. Even if things turned ugly, going into a forest with mutant animals would be a bad idea for all involved, and he hope it would deter a pursuit.
So he began to crept behind shack by shack, trying to put as much distance as possible between where he last saw both men. So far it was working, and he was near the deer corpse. However, he crossed one gap between the shacks and noticed the blue coated man with his back turned a few dozen feet away. Zecarayus panicked, and turned quickly and hastily back to cover behind the shack he came from kicking up the dust. He stopped and kept quiet, listening for footsteps. He heard the sound of sand dirt crunching under feet, and heard a man's voice.
"We are from the Aimon Settlement, if you require assistance you can come with us."
Zecarayus mouthed a curse, realization that now one of them knew he was here. Though he did sound friendly enough in tone, and the name aimon did sound familiar. But he didn't want to take a chance, so he took out the 9mm from his holstier and held it ready. Still behind the cover of the shack, he answered back to the man. "Hey! Do us both a favor and stay where you are ok?" He took a silent breath before he continued, he was on high alert for the slightest of noises. "Who are you, and why are you out here?" He would had waited for a answer.
If he thought he would had heard footsteps coming closer from any direction he would had pull the pin back on the 9mm and gave the warning "I'm pretty sure you don't want a face full of lead, so stay where you are!"
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Post by Aton Devanu on May 12, 2017 5:45:30 GMT
Cutting into a deer was pretty easy, the man carried a knife like all of the light Dragoon cornets, there job was generally to carry clean meat and make sure it made it back to the aimon settlement even if the dragoons as a whole did not. The citizens came first. Likewise if anyone tried to eat the food before reaching the settlement then it was a Dragoon cornets job to issue a execution on the spot. Simple things layed out by Aton when he first formed the elite hunters. The blood would squirt on to the mains face and he would begin pulling out the organs and would even keep a certain few for eating the liver for example. After awhile of that the man was taking the rope he had and hanging the deer up it didn't take to long too make sure that it was held up good. Then he would begin skinning it. The cornet was not the best but he was pretty good and got it done in a quick amount of time for the current situation and being alone. He put a lot of elbow into getting the skin off and stuffed it into his bag; any Dragoon got to keep the skin of the animal they cleaned as a reward when home they could get a coat made for the winter or even use it as a rug which was not likely one never had too many jackets. The skin was off and now came the technique of separating it for carrying. The legs were off first cut in between the bone then the head the eyeballs kept even for soups. The torso would be cut in half then four sections this was pretty much how they cut any kill with the numerous mutation giving the animals weird shapes it was a easy method to follow and keep up with. Aton would tense gripping his rifle then he would think for a moment the man said stay where he was but it was most likely because he was scared and he was just for it. There was no way of telling if Aton and his men were truly what they said they were and not simply bandits taking advantage of whatever they could. "My name is Aton, I lead a hunting party called the Light Dragoons from the Aimon Settlement. We are cleaning a kill we recently dispatched in the area and I was simply setting up a perimeter. I mean you no harm." Aton would lower his gun a little and take a few steps forward before stopping at the sound of the gun and giving a small sigh. Everyone was always on edge since the incident involving Maras and Aton could not see why. He would let his rifle hang for a moment then place his hands at his hips before pulling out a metal case and popping it open the sound giving off a metal clack you would hear from a Zippo opening and closing. It was his cigarette holder in which he would pull out a smoke and light it inhaling for a moment and looking into the sky. "I won't press you, but you can't hope to last long out here living off scraps. You seem like you can handle yourself so I will make you a deal. You can have this rifle and my ammo for it and keep it even if you don't wanna join us I hope it help you find a safe place." Aton would toss the ammo first then the rifle, and after waiting a little and taking a few hits from the smoke in his hand he would begin walking back to the building the deer was being cleaned at. If he had not been stopped Aton would poke his head into the room and look over the deer it looked pretty good and was pretty much done it simply needed to be wrapped then they could get back to moving. Zecarayus H. Seguro
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Post by Zecarayus H. Seguro on May 15, 2017 6:30:58 GMT
The name of light dragoons was completely new to zecarayus, then again he had never been to the aimon settlement so for all he knew it could had been their military force. He was debating on what to do next when he heard footsteps coming from the direction of the voice. He clicked the pin and shouted the warning. It was enough, for the footsteps stopped in their tracks. A moment of tension passed for zecarayus, why would he had walked forward in the first place? Was he planning to get around him somehow? Sure he knew his hearing was better, but he didn't know it's full capabilities. His thoughts were interrupted by the sound of a clack, as if from a lighter? Zecarayus waited in silence for a follow up, and heard the man continue.
"I won't press you, but you can't hope to last long out here living off scraps. You seem like you can handle yourself so I will make you a deal. You can have this rifle and my ammo for it and keep it even if you don't wanna join us I hope it help you find a safe place."
To say zecarayus was caught off guard was a under-statement. He was so thrown off that he risked a peek around his cover to see the man walking off, with the rifle on the ground that he held. "w-Wait!" He managed to get out before ducking back into his cover quickly. At the same time, the forest line in front of zecarayus gave off a noise of fluttering feathers, and zecarayus pointed his 9mm quickly at the trees. Nothing came from the noise however, and the silence returned over the area. Zecarayus realized that he lost track of where the man could be, but he couldn't had moved far, right? "Hey, i'd like to know where the settlement is and I would go with ya, truly. It's just that whatever is affecting the animals did a number on me too. And uh...iv'e been shot for it. So I usually like to hide what I really look like. But, if you can give me a map to the settlement or maybe wait for me somewhere that would be good. Oh and take your rifle, I'm sure your going to get more use out of it then me." He would had then waited for a response from the man. If anything he should move if he didn't hear anything for a minute, but zecarayus was serious about keeping himself out of sight for now, and listened for noises that could come from the direction of the stranger.
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Post by Aton Devanu on May 16, 2017 22:53:57 GMT
Aton would listen to the man as he spoke his cigarette being smoked and drawn closer to it's end, for the most part he figure most people would not want to openly greet other survivors it was understandable but by what this man was saying it was most likely that this one was some sort of Maras affected, the Aimon Settlement classified them as either Gifted or mutant and there was at least five cases of some criminals being both but they were rare and the most dangerous. Now Aton had to figure out if this one was dangerous, he figured not all gifted and mutants could be bad because he himself was a gifted individual but he choose to keep such a secret so he could attain some piece of superiority in the community and it worked to his favor. He would move to grab the rifle then toss the bud of the cigarette on to the ground. "You can meet me near the sunset rose park at NightFall if you wish to learn further about the Light Dragoons or you can meet me in the evening if you wish to join the settlement and be feed and looked after like a child. The choice is yours." Aton would walk away with nothing else to be said. [EXIT] Zecarayus H. Seguro
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