The world MesoCorp, the world largest Corporation. Its reach is far. It had its hands in everything. From cars to military weaponry. Seems like its influence covered everything. While everyone slept in their beds, MesoCorp scientists worked to further the world’s technology, as well as its own bank account. A while ago, before the ‘Incident’, they were tampering with something. Something that people shouldn’t have been messing with. In a press release, they declared they had succeeded in contacting another dimension. In reality, they opened up a portal or gate. No one knows what it is exactly except those scientists. Afterwards there were reports on the news of mysterious sightings. Elves, monsters, all that fairy tale shit. But then there were weirder ones. Stories of talking animals, suspicious people just appearing out of nowhere. Then it happened….MesoCorp took over. No one knows when or why it happened. One moment, everything was normal. The next, MesoCorp soldiers were walking down the streets going door to door and asking questions. Then all was quiet before a MesoCorp lab erupted in a huge explosion that lleveled a nearby town. After that, things seemed to be back to normal…aside from all the creatures living in our world that is. But there still lingers many questions like what exactly happened that caused that explosion? And where did all these people and creatures come from? Why is the government just allowing MesoCorp free reign? And what exactly is MesoCorp’s plans? Set in modern/futuristic times, the Earth is pretty much the same as it is now with some technological advances. For example everyone still drives normal cars but the military has power armor and laser weapons, hospitals are now able to cure what once were incurable diseases such as AIDS and cancer. Subtle changes. As mentioned above, MesoCorp was fiddling with a dimensional gate at one point and suffice to say, it worked yet failed at the same time. While it allowed for interaction with beings from different dimensions, an unforseen side effect was multiple beings being 'pulled' into our world. You will be playing as one of those numerous beings, or as a human if you so wish. Your goal? Its to discover what exactly happened with MesoCorp and what they plan on doing in the future. Will you stop them? Join them? Or take it for yourselves? RULES!!!!! 1. Post something about the color Orange in your application so I know you read the rules. 2. Please be decent to others. Even if your character is a jack ass, doesn't mean you have to be one. You will get only one warning. After that, I will end up killing off your character in a gruesome, yet comedic, fashion. And believe me, I can get creative. 3. The simplest of them all: Dont GM or PP. If there is a fight between two characters don't worry. Unfortunately there isn't a way to completely stop godmodding, but there will be in the future. For now use your common sense. If you got three posts in a row with dodging everything, you will be given a warning for godmodding. It happens again, we will discuss the issue in private to see if you will be kicked out or not. See rule 1 for the punishment for gettin kicked out.... 4. Ok, i lied, this is the simplest. Just have fun!! I wanna see people get creative when coming up with a character. Just remember, don't go overboard with these freedoms. You may make them, but I will tell you to change it if its to over powered. 5. I dont mind if there is any romance in here, but please...keep the bedroom aspects of it to yourselves. Not everyone wants the details. 6. In order for me to know you actually read ALL these rules (yes i know rules are boring), forget rule 1 and just place taking a seat at the end of the application. Otherwise, you will not be granted access. This is the RP Thread. You can find the OOC Thread here http://community.playstarbound.com/index.php?threads/the-joining.26312/ People So Far PixelNinja BoltCrank Demon of Borders Noc m0k0n4
Years ago, a man stared at a giant video wall, observing all the files that were appearing. "Interesting. So thats what happened." he said, taking a sip from a coffee cup. Suddenly, a knocking broke the silence in the dark room. "Yes? What is it?" He asked as he turned around in his chair. "Sir, theres a problem. We have a security breach. But we can't seem to pinpoint its location." A man in a business suit said, a hint of worry poorly hidden behind his voice. "John, you know that these so called threats are just bluffs. They wouldn't dare touch me." The man behind the desk said, waving his hand as if brushing it off. The screens behind him suddenly began to flash, the word error blinking in red. "What the-" the man said before everything went dark. "Sir, we need to get you out of here immediately!" John almost shouted as he began to drag the man out of the room. The moment the door opened, people were yelling in the dark. "Where is it!?" a voice asked to their left. "I think i lost it in the stair well. Theres no way it can get in here with out us hearing it though. As John and the man walked through the dark, red lights lit up the hallways. "At least we can see now. Mr. John, explain to me what is going on!" the man ordered. "We aren't exactly sure sir. One moment, everything was fine. The next people were missing from their posts and weren't responding to calls. After that, half the building went dark for a little while and we noticed on the monitors there was an unidentified heat signature. Thats when i came to evacuate you sir." John explained as they walked. They reached the stairs to the roof. "Sir there is a helicopter waiting to get you out of here and to a secure location." he said and left the man. "Stupid eco terrorists...." he mumbled as he walked up the stairs and boarded the helicopter. As the chopper lifted off and soon, after a few hours, he noticed they were going the wrong way. "Pilot, where are we?" He asked as he leaned forward. "Oh Im sorry. I regret to inform you, that your pilot wont be joining us today. I took him out of the equation. Much as Im going to be taking you out of it." A voice said as the pilots head leaned back, blood dropping from the body. A small kangaroo sat in the seat next to him. "How are you Mr. Robert? You look a little pale." The creature grinned evily. The man just stared. "So I see they sent you huh? Well...can't say I was expecting this. How much are they paying you? What ever it is, ill double it!" He said, paniced. Kay just chuckled. "I honestly have no clue what your talking about. I'm just here to destablize the city. And you are the unfortunate bastard that has to vanish to make that happen." -------------------------------------------------- Later on, Kay sat in a recliner, watching the news and sighed as he flipped through the channels, catching bits and peices of the various news stations. "A body found today/A family gone missing, their car empty was discovered last week/A helicopter crash was reported in the mountains last night". He yawned a little as his roommate walked in. "You on T.V again?" He asked. "Every freaking channel." He sighed as he stretched. "Well I think Im gonna head to the store. Need anything?" He asked his roommate. "Naw im good. But dont do anything you would normally do....can't afford the police here agian." he sighed as he started wathing tv. Kay shrugged as he left the house. "Your loss." He said before walking down the street. "Hmmmm so many MesoCorp soldiers. I wonder what they are planning." he mumbled as he passed by one.
It was a sluggish,humid Tuesday in the rundown sector of the city known to most civilians as the "Deadzone". Right next to the slums, dilapidated, rotting buildings-doomed to crumble brick by worn brick- were covered by flickering neon signs and several small flat moniters. Abandonned warehouses shared space with cheap, sleazy apartments which cast long shadows over the cracked and pockmarked streets as the the sun began to set, a chill breeze crawling in from the north. The Deadzone was a ruffians' paradise, the perfect hideaway for lowly gangs, dangerous gangsters, and black market merchants; all fueled by a chain of three large gambling houses that boasted MesoCorp's insignia with no shame- it was on these very streets that a lonely figure walked, casting a shadow of her own. A few stopped to gawk at the passing stranger as she continued down the sidewalk, a humanoid about 5 heads tall-wearing some kind of trenchcoat...Avoiding broken bottles of glass and smashed street light shards, the wanderer walked over to a shody, weatherd old apartent that was originally meant to be one of many storage units. Cobalt blue robotic boots ascended a rusty staircase, a loud metalic *KLIIISH!* echoing with every step. *KNOCK* *KNOCK* *KNOCK*...She stood in a front of a door desectrated and riddled with dents, and waited, bathed in the light of a small lamp nailed to the concrete ridge above. "Who's 'ere??" a gravelly voice grumbled from the other side, carrying a bit of an unidentifiable accent with it. "Is this the home of Mack W. Stone?" the stranger responded with a young, curious voice that hinted at a bad japanese-to-english accent, "Yesh, and w'at's ye business? Ye got three seconds...." "Bullet, Bullet Shell-I'm here for a job." A sharp click resounded from the other side, followed by the hiss of hydrollics as the door slid into the wall. "'Well, why didn't ye say 'o in 'he first place? Come in, come in!" The figure entered into the small dusty lodging, only pausing to glance at her reflection in a mirror on the wall. A 5 heads tall scrawny anthromorphic female rabbit with creamsicle-orange fur, waist-length white hair, and large, thick red shades stared back. Four angular bangs poked out from under a green cap bearing the japanese mark for "steel", framing the face as two long sidetails trailed down along side. Then she returned her attention the origin of the gravelly voice as she pulled a random screw from from one of her coat pockets and stuck it in her mouth. Sitting at a small, worn desk was a tan, pottbellied middle-aged wart of a man in overalls and a moth eaten tie; the one known as Mack W. Stone..."So ye must be t'at mercenary for 'ire...I t'ought 'ey was jokin' when 'ey told me ye was a bunny, lass!" he chuckled as he eyed his strange guest. "MesoCorp is transporting some VERY important cargo, and needs somebody to act an escort-protecting the cargo is top priority...they'll pay anyone to keep watch on the cargo train that runs from the factories to the city. Somebody with ye special talent s'ould be up to the 'ask!". Biting down on the screw with a grinding *KRUSCH*, Bullet replied "What's the fee?..."
Kay passed a news stand and groaned as he saw the symbol of MesoCorp. "Lets see, next target for tonight." He yawned as he continued walking. He walked up to a garage and pounded on the door. "Oy! Keep it down out there! People are tryin tosleep." A voice shouted. "Shut up Mikey and open the door. I need a target tonight." Kay growled. "Oh, its you. Yea ok. Get inside. The sun is killin my eyes." Mikey groaned as he picked up three folders. "Here they are. Take your pick." he said, spreading them out. Kay looked through them and grinned. "Weapons shipments disguised as a cargo train eh?" He contemplated. "Yea, would help our arsenal. We're runnin out of guns since you constantly break the damn things." Mikey chuckled. "Yea, Guess i'll go after this one then." Kay yawned and took the folder. "See ya in the morning Mikey." He said as he waved and headed home.
A shadow stirred. Deep within the slums of the city, within a nest of criminals, shady dealers and poor city management, a shadow moved. Dashing along ruined streets, slipping in narrow passages, running above dilapidated houses, jumping from roof to roof. The shadow kept moving, unseen and unheard, occasionally stopping for mere moments before taking off again. For several minutes the shadow moved in such a fashion, until it came into an abrupt halt over a broken-down apartment building. Down in the streets, a person in a blue trenchcoat was climbing a rusted staircase, a figure unlike the norm in such a place. The shadow followed, stopping in a relatively hidden cranny right beside the building. Casting off the cloak of darkness surrounding it, the shadow reveals itself to be a fox, a nocturnal hunter of stealth and cunning - but it was certainly no ordinary fox, possessing two tails instead of one, and carrying a proportionally large backpack. The fox leaned toward the building, soft ears touching thin walls. "-'ey told me ye was a bunny, lass!" said a somber, male voice, speaking with a strange, unidentifiable accent, chuckling lightly afterwards. The male voice continued. "MesoCorp is transporting some VERY important cargo, and needs somebody to act an escort-protecting the cargo is top priority..." The fox' ears grew alert. MesoCorp. "...they'll pay anyone to keep watch on the cargo train that runs from the factories to the city. Somebody with ye special talent s'ould be up to the 'ask!" CRUNCH. The fox almost yelped in surprise; it was as if a creature ground a solid bone into dust with one bite. Soon after, a young, feminine voice was heard. "What's the fee?..." Curious, the fox kept listening, once more shrouding a shadow upon itself.
The potbelly looked up from the paper documents that were resting on his desk at Bullet Shell, who was chewing a chrome screw. There was an akward pause before he resumed speaking, "Err...yesh, 'he starting fee is 500 MesoCredits. Does t'is mean ye be taken 'he job, lass?" The orange rabbit girl sawallowed and then responded as her shades slid down slighty, revealing marble blue eyes: "...Where do I board?" Mack shifted through documents, " 'Ere's a midway station 5 miles sou'h of here. The cargo train will arrive two 'ours from 'ow, stopping to pick up 'he cargo and our 'ired guns. 'Ey alreadly been informed of yer arrival, 'o I'll drop you off 'ere to meet with 'he rest of the escort 'eam." he finished wtih a grumble. Bullet Shell glanced at a dust blanketed clock before reaching into one of the trench coat pockets again, retrieving a copper tinted bullet. *KRINCH* *KRUSCH* "If that's the case, then I'm heading there now," she said, pushing her shades up as she turned towards the door."Arigatou." Mack was about to growl something in protest, but the hiss of the sliding door cut him off as the rabbit girl vanished from his sight... Once again, Bullet found herself bathed in the light of the cheap lamp-only pausing to place a medium-sized gun-metal grey bolt in her mouth which stuck out like a cigar- she then jumped out over the stairway and onto the street, the blue trench coat trailing out behind *THUD* and continued walking south, hands in pockets. Covering the front display window of a ramshackle store to the rabbit girl's left were the flat moniters, each blaring commericals and newscasts at those who passed by, lighting up the dim crosswalks. The one closeset to her displayed a news report-it reflected off her crimson lens; something about a helicopter crash in the midst of a mountain range, baffling both police and military as to how it wound up there-the one she had heard many times before on her way to the Deadzone. *KRISH* *KRANCH* The chilly breeze had grown stronger as the sky began its lapse into nightfall, attacking the homeless and unsheltered as they huddled in the alleyways. Bullet's blue greatcoat was open down the middle, revealing she wore nothing more than a pair of mint-green underwear. However, she seemed indifferent to the wind, strolling southward-even as a violent knife fight broke out on a dark corner with angry curses and screams.... Eventually the orange furred merc stopped at an abandoned car dealership...If I'm lucky, there's still some cars here that fuction. Once I find a working ride, I'll hotwire it and drive straight to the midway station.....though I can't seem to shake this feeling of slight unease...*KRUNCH*
The fox had heard it all. Taking a glance at the blue-coated mercenary who just left the building, the fox breathed a sigh of relief. A midway station five miles south, two hours from now. With a feminine, girlish voice, the vixen whispered under her breath, in a language known to her kin alone. Maybe this is my ticket back home, she thought, slightly trembling with anticipation. And if it isn't, maybe I can find a lead or two to something that is. Hanabi, the fox, began to recall how she was suddenly torn from her reality, and into another reality so alien to her. It was about a year ago, she counted, three hundred and seventy-four days since that fateful day. Stranded in a place so different from her home, where not a soul speaks her own language. Those were awful times, the worst she had felt all her life, and had she not been taken in by a kind person mere days after her arrival, she fears what she would have had to do. Those times are past, of course. Over the months, she rapidly learned and mastered the language used by the locals, done enough random jobs to make a decent living, and managed to get herself a small, yet cheap and comfortable place to live. Not that I need much to sleep, of course, she reminded herself. Most wild animals only need enough space to curl up, and that includes herself. Snapping back to reality, Hanabi began to ponder how she was going to get to her destination. Five miles in two hours. If it's only that far, I can get there just by running... But then I'd be tired, and I'd get lost too often, she thought. Five miles isn't too long a distance; she was confident she can break 3 mph with her vulpine legs, but she wasn't too confident in her pathfinding, and she was trying to conserve energy anyway. Taking a sideways look at the leaving mercenary, she had an idea. Crazy and risky, but an idea nonetheless. Hanabi sprinted after the mercenary, keeping a suitable distance as to not attract attention. Whatever the mercenary is using for transport, she likely could stow away in. Which brings to her mind another question... Just what is that mercenary chewing on?
Stella looked around with an expression of slight distaste. Yes, she was most certainly lost. Nor did she quite remember what she'd come to the city for. Something to do with the lengthy list of food items she was holding. Come on, it's not that hard, chided a small voice in the back of her head. "Shut up. Nobody asked for your opinion." That's why nobody likes you, you know. The voice sounded rather smug. "Nobody likes you either." Th-that's not true! "Is too." Fine. Figure it out on your own then. "Fine." Stella sighed and headed further in to the grungy maze of roads she'd spent the last few hours wandering about in. Her other self was quite annoying sometimes. Still, having someone else to talk to had been enough to keep her from going completely insane back then. She shivered a little and tried to stop thinking about it. She could still hear the screams in her sleep; she didn't need to hear them when she was awake again. Pulling her hood back up and slipping the list into her pocket, she walked farther down the road. The noises of a fight sounded nearby. Clang, shing, clang. Metal on metal. Screams of pain. Sounds of home. A home she never wanted to see again. Stella absentmindedly conjured a flame around her hand as she walked past the fighting, extinguishing it when she noticed. Continuing on her path, Stella heard a loud crunch. She looked up and saw someone wearing a long blue coat standing in front of some cars. Hey, who's that? "I don't know." You're so useless. "So are you." Stella walked up to the person and pulled the list out of her pocket. "Hello, do you know where I can buy these?" She asked, holding it up. You're such an idiot.
"It's like they're a bunch of little ants. If I was hunting ants, I'd have hit the motherlode. Also if I could actually hunt. Being dead and all. He could feel the sour note at the end of that phrase resonate through him like a gong. "Good job, Omen. First day back in the world and you're already a mess. I bet all those ghosts in the Netherworld are laughing down at you." Despite his trip-ups, Omen continued observing the city below. This isn't at all how he imagined this. Red stones piled on top of one-another, perfectly smoothed stone, and and black scales lining the roofs. he could somewhat understand why the emperor fought to protect this. It must have taken a long time to build. "Damn. He could have just asked me to leave. Maybe I even would have helped." He bit his tongue after realizing what he had just said. "No no no! Shut your damn mouth, you! You don't know a thing about Yu's intentions. He probably wanted to kill you just for being a Hong. L-l-l-like..." He composed himself, returning from the brink of tears. "Ugh, screw it. Nobody can hear you, Omen. Nobody can see you, nobody can feel you, nobody can sense you. You're just a spectator in this world. Not a thing you can do, and I can prove it." His translucid self floated towards the ground, gleaming like a jumping rainbow trout. The lower half of the phantom's body flapped around like a flag in the wind. Arriving to an open street on the ground, he swatted his ghostly hand through a couple of pedestrians, his flesh simply fading through theirs. "See? Not a thing you can do, dummy." His attention turned to soldiers. He'd never seen anything like them. Last time he had seen a warrior of any kind was when he was alive, and it looked nothing like these ones. Slick, glowing geometric armor and strangely-shaped tools caught his eye before anything else. The manner it spoke was second, and who the tool was pointed at rang third. "Now what the hell is this?" the metal-clad man yelled out. It's pronunciation was alien to him. "I do nothing!" the pedestrian replied. "You sure as hell did something! There are traces of blood on you, and they sure as hell ain't yours." "I don't touch him! I touch nothing!" "Like I give a damn. Come on, you're coming with me." The pedestrian made a dash in the opposite direction. Seconds after, streams of light lit up the ground as the man's body hit the ground with a fleshy thud. A small crowd gathered as other soldiers tried to shoo them away. "Now what the hell is THIS!" Omen yelled, thunder booming afterwards despite the lack of clouds. "What the [boom] are you DOING?" The soldiers and crowd stopped to look towards the source of the sounds without avail. Frustrated, Omen went over to the now lifeless body, twisting and curling around it like a snake on a branch. He could begin to feel the pavement, though. He desperately tried to move upwards. "What in the name of..." The body rose with him. The massive, sucking chest wound seemed obsolete as Omen took control of the body. The soldiers pointed their weapons at him. "All of you, explain." Omen yelled furiously through the man's mouth. He spun it's head impossibly afterwards to look at a soldier behind him. "Why did you shoot this man?" The troopers yelled intelligibly as they opened fire. The rays of light seared through the body, but it wasn't pushed around. The soldiers backed in shock when the swiss-cheesed being continued moving as if nothing had happened. "Drop your weapons, and leave." the seemingly disembodied voice of Omen ordered with authority. Horrified, the riflemen dropped their armaments and fled. The weapons struck the ground with a satisfying ring. "That's more like it." Omen exclaimed before leaving the hilariously mutilated body for good.
The flicker of an ill-maintained neon sign from the center of the dealership cast a odd green glow across the area, bouncing off the hoods of several unsold vehicles-a lonely tire rolling across the parking lot like some sort of rubber tumble weed...Bullet scaned the lot for a decent car, noting that most were smashed like a fat rhino had tap-danced all over them. However, the westward section seemed to be a touch more promising-atleast ten automobiles seemed like their frames were still salvagable. To the used cars it is, then...Before she could take one step forward, a small, shy voice popped up from the left. "Hello, do you know where I can buy these?" The blue coated mercenary slowly turned around to meet the source, another medium sized bolt sticking out of her mouth. A young human girl covered by a long white cloak was holding a piece of paper in her hands, the edges of it appearing yellow and faded. The creamsicle colored rabbit girl glanced at the words scribbled on the parchment; food items. A shopping list? Hiding her consfusion behind the shades, Bullet bit down on the bolt before responding, *KRISH* *KRUNSH* "....If you go three blocks down that way," she said-pointing northward-"and take a right, there should be a merchant in the storage unit labeled '347-X'. Carefull, he's a little greedy, but he should have most of the items on your list." Adjusting the green cap, Bullet turned back towards the used cars and resumed the task at hand: finding a working ride. .....I wish I could've stuck around to help her out, but the clock is ticking. I've got five miles to cover in an hour and a half, and my contracters will chew me like a dog chews bones if I'm a minute late. the mercenary lamented as she made her way to the used car lot, unaware of a shadow that continued to track her cautiously...Well, this seems like as good a place to start as any... The metal muncher inspected the first car; sides were a little-dented and one tail light was broken, but the shocks and suspension seemed serviceable. As she removed a panel from the pockmarked dashboard to expose the cords, Bullet caught glimpse of something in the rearview mirror. Turning her head to glance at the backseats, a silver screw fell from the merc's mouth as she witnessed two red, fluffly brush-like tails poking up from underneth the leftmost chair..."...Nani..?"
Hanabi kept watching in silence, closely following the blue-coated mercenary, keeping her eyes and ears in full focus. Still, her attention was distracted for a moment, as a hooded little girl walked up and asked the mercenary a simple question. The question was normal, yes, but what claimed her attention was not what she said, but what she is. Though the little girl looked normal, a little part of her tells that she is anything but. Whoops, can't afford to get distracted now, she thought, as she reverted her object of attention to the blue-coated mercenary, who was now examining a row of cars. Changing her angle of approach slightly, she was finally able to perceive the appearance of the blue-coated mercenary - a cream-furred, feminine bipedal rabbit. So even bunnies take bodyguard duty here, she thought, half amazed. But still, this wasn't the time for idleness. Creeping ever closer, Hanabi waited for the moment like a beast waiting to pounce on its prey. Adjusting her position slightly, fidgeting occasionally- Now! The moment the mercenary opened the car's door, Hanabi swiftly, cleanly, and stealthily dashed into the car, quickly taking into position underneath the leftmost chair, leaving her bag underneath a chair just adjacent of her. Now I just need to wait until I reach my destination! I love this body sometimes! The fox giggled in her mind, successfully taking care not to let a single sound out of her mouth... But something felt off. I wonder why do I feel strange? It's as if I am being- "...Nani..?" Hearing a single word, she curiously peered out slightly, and saw the mercenary she was stalking seemingly gazing at- Hooold on. Is she staring over at my direction? Cautiously, Hanabi trailed the rabbit-girl's eyes, and... Yup. She's definitely looking my way. But why is she looking my way? Is there something behind me? Or if there isn't... She can't possibly be looking right at me, right? I used my powers to- Oh crap. Hanabi realized it instantly the moment she managed to take a glimpse of herself: her vulpine form clearly visible, her tails notably wagging in joy. The cloak of illusions she had placed around her had disappeared. Of all the places and times for her to botch her illusions... And here I am, caught red-handed right during the critical moment. But maybe, just maybe, I can... Draw a deep breath... And... "...Meowl?" Hanabi said, a humorously pathetic attempt at saving her hide in the most humorously pathetic imitation of a cat's voice in the history of foxkind. ...Okay, that is never going to work, as I even think that was so bad it crossed over to funny. I should just come clean now, before someone decides to punish me with those searing rays of light. Before someone decides to punish me with those undodgable, impossibly fast searing rays of light. Those undodgable, impossibly fast, incredibly hot searing rays of light. Undodgable, impossibly fast, incredibly hot, surely lethal, scary- "I'm innocent! I mean no harm! SPARE ME! SPARE MEEEEE!" Hanabi shouted, quickly emerging from underneath the couch in a fit of desperate panic. Those things the humans of this time call "lasers"... To her, it was the most frightening thing ever made, even more frightening than a volcanic explosion. By the thought alone, she was cowering, irrationally panicking, and pitifully whimpering.
"...Meowl?" Bullet raised an eyebrow. That doesn't sound like a cat... Before she could even decide what to do, the two-tailed creature emerged from its hiding place in a panicked state." I'm innocent! I mean no harm! SPARE ME! SPARE MEEEEE!" it cried in a feminine voice, cowering and whimpering...The mercenary finally saw the stowaway for it was, a red coated vixen that seemed normal at first glance, but further inspection revealed she was larger than the common red fox and bore two distinct, fluffy brush-like tails- plus the fox was speaking in English. Bullet turned around to face the frightened creature, taking a minute to compose her thoughts... A kitsune, huh...I wonder how she ended up here. Did the vixen follow me all the way to this dealership? Well, I don't have time to ponder that, and I've already frightened her enough as it is....so that thought's gonna have to stay on hold for a while. Better to make friends than enemies. Seconds passed as the two stared at each other....seconds turned to minutes...and then, the ice was finally broken... Pushing the red tinted shades back up, the mercenary spoke, "Relax, I'm not armed..." she said as her left hand picked up the silver screw which had dropped earlier,"..and even if I was- that would be a pointless waste-" and stuck it in her mouth; "-of good eats." she finished. Then, to the kitsune's surprise, Bullet bit down on the screw.*KSCRUNCH* "Eating metal objects is my special talent...name's Bullet, Bullet Shell. I'm a wandering mercenary for hire!" she stated proudly, her bad Japanese-to-English accent still clear as crystal. "Since we both seem to going in the same direction, maybe we should work together for the time being...so, what do you think?" the creamsicle-colored merc said to the red kitsune, holding out a hand in a friendly gesture as she sawallowed the remaints of the silver screw. "It's your choice...." To do or not to do...etheir way, the clock is still ticking. I hope I'm making the right choice with this...
The fox was seized in fear, unable to do anything but cower and wait for her judgment. So she waited. Seconds passed... Minutes passed... But nothing came. Instead, she heard a voice telling her to relax. Hanabi lifted her head and began to look at the rabbit-girl in front of her, who was now- CRUNCH! -eating a screw, the sound of which made her yelp in surprise. Gathering her courage, Hanabi finally decided to talk. "Y-you're not going to hurt me? And you can eat metal? Um, ah, thank goodness! I thought I was going to be hurt first!" The fox sighed in relief, glad the person in front of her doesn't have a 'Attack first, ask later' mentality. With her normal, bright voice, she said, "My name is Akikusa Hanabi, but most people call me by my first name, Hanabi! I'm, uh, somewhat of a freelancer, I guess. I'm really sorry for stalking you for a while back then, miss Bullet" Resting her paw on Bullet's hand, in a gesture as close to a handshake as a fox can afford, she continued, "I'd really like it if I can go along with you, miss Bullet. You're in a hurry, right? I'll try and explain as best as I can as we go"
Stella had started walking north, as the rabbit girl had indicated. She looked down at the list in her hand. Looking a little more closely at it, she realized how old it was. Some of the foods on the list she'd never even found in this world. How long ago had she written it? Years ago. It's a list of your favorite foods, remember? "Why would you tell me that now?" You looked like you wanted to know. Also, bad memories. "I thought you were hungry." Odd. You never care about anyone. "I don't. But you were hungry." A scream interrupted her conversation. "I'm innocent! I mean no harm! SPARE ME! SPARE MEEEEE!" A voice she hadn't heard before, but it seemed to be coming from the same place she had just left. She looked over her shoulder, knocking her hood loose. Through the gaps in the abandoned old cars littering the lot, Stella saw the person she'd asked directions from sitting in the driver's seat of a somewhat less decrepit specimen looking backward. She was talking, presumably to the person who had screamed, but Stella could only make out the occasional tiny red dot from the back seat of the car. "I wonder who she's talking to." Why don't you go find out? "I thought you were hungry." I'm not. We don't really need to eat much anyway. "Fine then." Stella turned around, her cloak swishing around her, and headed back towards the lot. As she approached the occupied car, she was able to make out more of the red - they seemed to be tails of some sort. Stella walked up to the car and stood next to it, peering into the cabin. "Hello again. And hello," she said, looking intently at the foxlike individual in the back seat. Can't you think of a better introduction than that? "No."
