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Post by Deleted on Mar 7, 2017 0:00:23 GMT
The apocalypse was simply awful for a lazy person like Az. They had recently camped out in a house that has been left with plenty of canned foods, allowing then to sit around and do nothing for a good month, but as their food began to run out they packed the final cans into their bag and set out to find a new place to set up camp. As wasn't really a fan of staying in a place that didn't have a readily available amount of food, so they traveled from house to house easily.
The tall mutant kept their head down as they made their way through the rubble of the streets. Their height alone made them kind of stand out, but they tried to conceal their extra pair of arms the best they could by wearing a baggy sweater and holding their arms against their side. As they passed a street that looked relatively empty they turned onto it and moved to break into one of the houses.
As they made their way towards a less disturbed looking house Az heard something that made the hair on the back of their neck stand up. A low growl coming from behind them. Az whipped around and pulled out their spear just as a creepy dog with six eyes and three legs lunged at them and attempted to bite them. The dog's strange, split mouth opened up and clamped onto their left before they plunged their spear down on the mutant animal's head. Az cursed and limped quickly away from the neighbourhood, expecting more animals to start showing up.
They limped until they saw a bakery. Their face lit up as they pushed through the doorway and took a seat in one of the chairs that was sitting upright. Az grumbled as they inspected their bleeding leg, finding the bite mark to be superficial at most, not really being the worst injury they could have gotten in the apocalypse. They sighed and looked around the bakery. Perhaps there would be some non perishable food source in here. It was certainly possible. With another annoyed sigh Az pulled their bag off of their back and unsheathed their weapons, placing all of these things on the table beside them. They inspected their inventory as they sat, finding that all six of their polearms were still there and the thirteen cans of food were still in their bag.
As they ran their fingers through their long white hair they turned back to look out a window at the street, only to spot a humanoid shape coming towards the bakery. Az quickly hid their two extra arms inside of their baggy sweater and hovered a different hand over a vougue sitting on the table beside them. They didn't say anything as the person opened the bakery door.
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Post by Dexter Adams on Mar 9, 2017 2:28:41 GMT
Originally, Dexter had planned to go elsewhere to loot, up until he remembered the delightful little bakery that was within this vicinity. Thus the start of his looting night soon began to go off course in search of something to hopefully satisfy the introvert's uncanny sweet tooth. Being somebody intelligent, the red-headed man didn't have high hopes over the bakery with holding any goods that weren't spoiled, but even he could hope. As usual, Dexter's bag lacked any items, including weaponry since his Umbrakinesis was often ample protection against the mutated animals that prowled the streets. In silence, the introvert walked with his hands in the pocket of his dark grey sweater and his goggles hanging lazily around his neck. The chilly embrace of the night wind didn't seem to bother him one bit; Dexter had long grown accustomed to his nocturnal life. On most nights, the gifted boy disliked the night air, but tonight it was one of the very few things keeping him awake. His sleep had been terribly plagued with tossing and turning in worry for his parents.
Most days, the introvert attempted to avoid dwelling on thoughts of his parents, but that day he had failed severely which left him groggy-eyed this night. When he rounded the corner, Dexter found himself on the same street that the bakery was on. For a moment, he hesitated as he used his night vision to check the street signs; the red-head felt he was truly getting lost in the city he had grown up in for a majority of his life. When Dexter looked at the street sign, he found himself having to blink a couple of times to read the dang thing. Once he was capable of reading the sign, the young man nodded to himself; he was on the right street. Dexter turned his back to the street sign and began heading towards the bakery at a slow pace. While the red-head walked, he attempted to stifle an oncoming yawn; if people knew he was tired they could very well view it as a weakness. Easily, his night vision eyes cut through the darkness which was definitely something he needed since they caught a figure in the bakery window.
The figure looked remotely human, but ducked down before Dexter had the chance to get a proper observation. Suddenly, the gifted boy felt more alert, somebody was in the very place he planned to enter. Dexter wasn't far from the bakery door when he stopped, he was still tired which meant that his Umbrakinesis could get finicky should it boil down to a fight. The red-headed man knew all too well how his gift acted out when he was tired; he could even recall several incidents when the gift broke something because he decided to have a weary practice. A nervous feeling began to rise in Dexter's gut as he thought about how unreliable his ability could be, but the individual most definitely saw him. Perhaps whomever it was would follow him in an attempt to get supplies? With that in mind, Dexter released an inaudible sigh and decided that maybe he should talk to the person. Slowly, Dexter eased the door open and cautiously entered the establishment.
"Um, hello?" Dexter said quietly, hoping that the person wasn't feeling violent.
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Post by Deleted on Mar 9, 2017 2:58:46 GMT
When Az had first spotted the figure through the window they had fully expected some crazy new mutant ability to launch through the window that they would have to dodge, but nothing came. Perhaps that was worse though because as they sat in the deafening silence that was the abandoned bakery their mind ran wild with the possibilities that could have been on the road. Perhaps it was some strange horrifying and violent mutant animal, or perhaps it was some murder cultist out there in the darkness. Anything was possible in the apocalypse.
Slowly, every so slowly, the door swung open and a boy stepped into the establishment. He wasn't holding any weapons, which made Az suspect that they had some sort of weird ability, but he also didn't look very threatening or angry. Even the way he said hello seemed kind of hesitant. Az grabbed their vougue and stood up to their full height. Well, almost their full height. They were slouching and leaning more on one leg now, but that still didn't stop them from being very tall.
"Hey." They greeted back as they let out a yawn and inspected the boy some more. In the dim moonlight the only physical features they could pick out was his short hair, sweater, and what looked like goggles hanging around his neck. Once again they confirmed that the guy had no visible weapons on him. They made sure to keep their extra arms tucked away though just in case.
Slowly they walked forward, not really making and huge movement, but rather just trying to see the guy better in the tiny amount of light that there was. "So what brings you to my sweet shop?" They asked, staking claim to the shop even though they had only been there for a few short moments. Az tilted their head, as if asking him to challenge them on that.
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Post by Dexter Adams on Mar 9, 2017 23:07:00 GMT
For a person who wasn't the best with social situations, trying to talk it out have not been the brightest idea, but Dexter didn't want to end up with some random person following him. The door's handle was cool against the palms of the red-head's hands as he slowly pushed it open. Although the darkness was probable to give him the edge, Dexter still felt that his caution was necessary given his weary state. It didn't take the gifted boy long to spot the peculiar mutant inside the shop; night vision did have its perks every now and again. The person looked a little slouched to one side, however, they still looked very tall. Their skin pigment was a unique grey-ish blue and blemished by two round stones. They appeared feminine and even had very long white hair that added to the idea of them being of the female gender.
The most concerning part about the stranger was the weapon they held, which made Dexter take a few steps back instinctively. A type of polearm was the weapon, a voulge to be specific, but Dexter didn't recognize the dangerous item as such. The primary thought that went through the introvert's head was that the person was armed while all Dexter had was his unreliable Umbrakinesis. The male survivor was beginning to regret leaving the safety of his base while he was tired, it seemed like a terrible idea now that he had been placed in this precarious situation. When the stranger began walking towards him, Dexter began taking a few small steps back. For obvious reasons, the polearm was still threatening and considering that Dexter wasn't sure of the individual's skill, he didn't want to risk getting too close. When the mutant asked him about why he was here, the young man didn't necessarily know how he wanted to answer that question. Something about the way they tilted their head suggested that they were prepared to be challenged.
"I didn't know that anyone owned the place is all. I was just looking for supplies, not trouble," he answered. The introvert figured that the best way to answer would have been with honesty. "If you want, I can leave," Dexter said, pointing towards the exit.
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Post by Deleted on Mar 10, 2017 4:52:21 GMT
[I'm a fool. The site that I was using spelled it vougue and it is in fact volgue. I'm a dummy. Also dang my character is much meaner than I meant them to be.]
The more that Az looked at the boy the more that they got the sense that he was a lot more worried about being there than they were. Perhaps he didn't have an ability and was instead, well, just a survivor. Why wouldn't he have a weapon though? It was possible that he still had a small knife or something hidden somewhere on his person, but with what little lighter there was Az held no hope as to either spotting the weapon or figuring out what it was. They would just have to prepare for that possibility, so they kept their grip on their weapon tight enough.
Every time that the guy took a step back their confidence grew. It seemed as if he wasn't exactly the most confident man in the apocalypse, but he also wasn't running, which seemed like the perfect mix of nervous and willingness to stick around. It also helped that he seemed to be at least a little bit scared of them. Az gave a wolfish grin as they realized just how good of a situation this could become for them if they played their cards right. They changed from walking slowly up to the guy to lazily moving around to cut off his way towards the door.
"Oh, but why would I want you to leave? This is a bakery after all, and truly what's a bakery without their loyal customers?" Az spoke slowly and carefully, as if seeing how the guy would react to what they were saying. "As for you not knowing about the fact of this place being mine I can't say I blame you as I did only just recently come into ownership of this fine establishment." They stated and then chuckled. The guy probably wouldn't understand it all that much, but they thought they were quite funny. Az grabbed a chair that had been pushed over nearby and set it up in front of the door before sitting down in it.
"Take a seat there bud, let's talk." Az purred, as if they were some strange boss talking to a new or future employee. Of course that wasn't the case. "You can call me Az." They began, releasing a yawn as they threw the one arm arm that wasn't either hidden or holding a weapon over the back of the chair they were seated in. "And who, might you be?"
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Post by Dexter Adams on Mar 11, 2017 0:31:06 GMT
[ Meh, I searched it up and it said it was right at first then told me I was wrong. So it's weird, my friend. ]
All of Dexter's concerns branched from his lack of control over his Umbrakinesis since during weary moments the power acted completely unpredictably or decided not to abide by his desires. Truthfully, it was a rather large nuisance that annoyed the red-head a majority of the time. The volgue continued to look threatening as the boy stepped backwards, being cautious not to trip and send himself plummeting towards the floor. Tripping would definitely lose him plenty and possibly leave him a tad disoriented, thus Dexter scanned the ground below and kept his steps slow. The gifted man absolutely despised the situation he had launched himself into, perhaps he should've left when he had the chance. Dexter took a quick glance out the window, he could've been out of the bakery's sight if he had just fled the scene, but alas the red-head decided it would be a delightful idea to go inside anyways.
When Dexter's eyes went back towards the stranger his observations told him that the individual was definitely more confident now. They even favoured him with a predator-like smile, one that was akin to a wolf. The introvert could tell that his original plan to discuss the situation and get out without any trouble was improbable. Within a few moments, the stranger got between him and the door, blocking him from the only proper exit. The way the individual spoke made it almost sound like they had owned the bakery for years and were being an extremely loyal employee of the establishment. Perhaps they did come into ownership not long before the apocalypse, but Dexter had no clue of course. As it currently stood, Dexter felt trapped. The gifted boy merely frowned in reaction to the words, this was most definitely not going the way he expected. Under his breath, he uttered a curse that was barely audible.
Soon the stranger got themself a chair to station themself right in front of the exit; they definitely had no intentions of allowing him to leave their "fine" establishment. There wasn't much Dexter could say, he was trapped and the individual could most certainly see that he was. Thus, when the stranger, whose name was Az spoke some of their instructions, it was clear that there wasn't much of a choice, but to listen.
Dexter sighed, making it clear that he was disgruntled with the current situation. "Dexter. So what exactly do you plan to do now that I'm stuck here?" The gifted boy wanted to get to the point and try his best not to allude to the fact that there was a chance that he could escape. Letting the stranger think they had all the cards in their hand seemed like a better idea opposed to trying to manipulate the darkness and spark some panic.
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Post by Deleted on Mar 12, 2017 23:28:47 GMT
Perhaps Az was being a little mean to the guy, but what was the harm. It was the apocalypse. It wasn't like they were planning on killing him or anything, but they figured if he was gullible enough or if he was nervous enough then they could get him to do some stuff for them since they really didn't want to do anything more than sit there and maybe eat one of their cans of food. Hopefully the bakery had something else around for them to eat. If not then this boy might be the only interesting thing that had resulted from them leaving their previous camp.
The boy, who introduced himself as Dexter, seemed less than pleased with the situation at hand. Az was having quite a bit of fun, but they also weren't exactly hoping to get in a fight. Even if he didn't have a weapon he held the possibility to be dangerous. Az yawned once again, finding that as it got later they wanted to find a spot to sleep more and more. At this moment they were talking to their new friend Dexter though.
Az laughed when he spoke. "Who ever said you were stuck? I simply asked you to take a seat." They stated. In reality they had more told him to take a seat rather than asked him to, but they weren't going to admit to that. They motioned lazily to the windows in the place, seeing as they were the only other visible portals to the outside aside from the door they were seated in front of. "If you really want to leave then there are other ways. I'm not going to stop you." They said with a small laugh. Az had kind of hoped to get the guy to find some leftover food that wasn't rotten in the bakery for them, but seeing him jump out a window to get out of the building was also a pretty good option for them.
[whoops sorry this took so long for me to reply. I got lazy.]
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Post by Dexter Adams on Mar 14, 2017 2:16:01 GMT
[ It's all good, I will live as long as it isn't a one liner. lol Which I doubt you would do because I think that would hurt you more than it would hurt me. ]
Out of all the things that could've happened during the apocalypse, Dexter had not even thought about the possibility of being trapped in a bakery was one of them. The windows were a viable escape option, but the red-head still did not desire to risk the very chance of being followed. There was also the fact that breaking a window would create a cacophony of noise that could attract more survivors to the bakery and one seemed like enough of a hassle for the introvert. Az's motives and possible abilities were completely unknown to the weary Dexter, thus he didn't want to end up doing something that would upset them. The proper move seemed to be playing along for the time being, perhaps they could even get on good terms with the individual, which would be a positive since it meant they would be less likely to harm them should their paths cross. Naturally, this didn't mean becoming allies to the introvert, he did still cling tightly to his trust issues.
A part of Dexter still wanted to leave even after the individual stated that they had merely told him to take a seat. With the grogginess edging his eyes, the gifted boy figured that it would be best to continue standing. Thus instead of taking up a seat, Dexter backed up until he was leaning against the far wall. The dark backpack secured to him crunched a bit, but the pack wasn't filled with anything breakable. Shortly after he found comfort against the wall, Dexter crossed his arms, his blue eyes not leaving Az. There was absolutely no way he would dare risk letting the individual do anything sneaky.
Dexter hesitated his response to yawn himself, probably because he was both tired and yawning could be contagious from time to time. "I think I would like to stand myself," Dexter responded. The tension that the introvert felt lessened slightly, but he remained on alert. "So, did you own this place before all Hell broke loose?" The gifted boy more so asked out of curiosity since the individual did state that they had come into recent ownership of the bakery when they and Dexter were somewhat standing off.
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