the last of them — open & accepting multifandom rp!

[lex]

this is a remake of this rp.

the last of them.
discussion thread.

twenty-five years after the apocalypse, 2038. there is, and has been, no cure for the infection of a fungal virus; the cordyceps brain infection.
you're probably not from here. maybe you are from earth — and have been transported into this dismal future. whatever the case, you're stuck. you wake up — possibly alone, or maybe with others. perhaps you are in a city that has been destroyed by the test of time, or perhaps you are in a wilderness. you wake up with a backpack on yourself, and inside are a couple of essential items, and a note. the essential items are, simply, a gas mask and a small flashlight with a few extra batteries to keep you going for a little while. and then there's the note. not much is written on it; simply one cryptic message, five sentences long.

❝avoid them. don’t breathe them in. be cautious. survive. good luck.❞

beside the letter, you see one other sheet of paper. on it are some... ominous sketches.

resources.

for those of you that have not played the last of us, or need a refresher; about the infection & about the infected.

rules.

> you don't need to know or have played the game to join this role play!
> detailed violence is not allowed. despite the nature of the game, cs still has rules to follow.
> heavy language. "damn", "hell", and "ass" are allowed; however, no sailors, please.
> your characters are not immune unless they physically cannot be infected (robot, etc.) - however they can still be killed. don't kill another character without permission, though. you are allowed to infect, injure or even kill off your own characters without permission needed.
> your characters' powers and abilities must be limited. this is a survival role-play, after all.
> do not fight with others in ooc. please do not make ooc-only posts on this thread after the rp has started - those (as well as character sheets) belong on the discussion thread!
> if your character has never seen or used guns before, whenever they do eventually encounter them, they're not going to be expert marksmen. keep that in mind.
> weapons will break in this rp. swords must be sharpened, less durable things can bend or break, and guns can malfunction or get damaged. keep it within the realm of realism!
> any character species/series/gender/sexuality/etc is allowed to join.
> feel free to play a character from the last of us! no one will mind. ^_^ although, keep in mind that this takes place five years after the game.
> keep watch for more rules. i will post notifications, but still, be wary.

[lex]

characters.

✖ character ✖ gender ✖ species ✖ age ✖ origin ✖ username ✖ page number ✖
✖ yuri lowell ✖ ♂ ✖ human ✖ 21 ✖ tales of vesperia ✖ brave vesperia ✖ 1 ✖
✖ judith ✖ ♀ ✖ krityan ✖ 19 ✖ tales of vesperia ✖ brave vesperia ✖ 1 ✖
✖ flynn scifo ✖ ♂ ✖ human ✖ 21 ✖ tales of vesperia ✖ lex ✖ 1 ✖
✖ kodah ✖ ♂ ✖ human ✖ 26 ✖ monster hunter (oc) ✖ lex ✖ 1 ✖
✖ vahlen ✖ ♀ ✖ human ✖ 26 ✖ bloodborne (oc) ✖ infectedhau ✖ 1 ✖
✖ brigitte lindholm ✖ ♀ ✖ human ✖ 23 ✖ overwatch ✖ fra fee ✖ 1 ✖
✖ souma kanzaki ✖ ♂ ✖ human ✖ 16 ✖ ensemble stars ✖ vigilante wolf ✖ 1 ✖
✖ 8e ✖ ♀ ✖ android ✖ ?? ✖ nier automata ✖ ʀᴏᴄᴋᴇʀ ɢɪʀʟ ✖ 2 ✖

news.

season: spring
month: april
year: 2038
location: los angeles, california, usa

other information: none at the moment

[lex]

reserved post

[lex]

• Flynn Scifo ( tags: open )

Flynn rolled over. He hadn't gotten to sleep in in what felt like weeks. Maybe... just this once, he could ignore the sun. After all, who was going to stop him? He was the commandant. No one could stop... him…. His brow furrowed as he noticed a foul stench, and how his bed felt a lot firmer than usual. He frowned, opening his eyes—and then he jolted up, looking around. He lay in a patch of moss in what appeared to be an alleyway, his shield lying a few feet from him. He glanced around in confusion, and then noticed the source of the stench; a deformed corpse, laden in strange fungi, that was plastered against the cement wall. He felt the sudden urge to vomit and scrambled backwards, grabbing his shield. Beneath the shield was a black mask—a gas mask—and a torn paper, and he looked at them in confusion, before glancing back at the corpse.
indnt“Oh, dear,” he muttered, before backing out of the alleyway. This was... a situation, for sure. How did he get here, anyway? He'd gone to sleep in his quarters, he was sure. Not to mention this place looked horribly... different.

• Kodah & Twig ( tags: open )

Kodah awoke from the sensation of falling, gasping and jerking his head up in a brief, sleep-induced panic. As soon as he realized he wasn't in any actual danger, he relaxed a bit… and then he looked around, and his wariness very quickly returned. He looked around, startled. He lay in a dilapidated, odd-looking street, surrounded by tall, metal buildings grown over with ivy and vines. He glanced down as a small green glow left him, watching a singular scoutfly fly out of the cage before landing on a nearby lump. “Twig!” he called, quickly getting to his feet and walking over, picking the limp palico up. “Twig, wake up. Are you ok?” He didn't look injured, which was good. A moment later, Twig's green eyes blinked open and then he glanced around.
indnt“Wh... what happened?” the cat meowed, looking around in surprise. “Where are we?”
indntKodah, satisfied his hunting partner was well, put the palico down, glanced around and picked up his glaive. Well, he was armed, and Twig was here, so it couldn't be all bad. “I don't know. It looks...foreign,” he said, before noticing a couple things on the ground—and a note. “Look,” he said simply, before picking up the note. He read it and his brows furrowed, before picking up the items—masks. They looked similar to what the Tracker always wore when in the effluvium-full lower levels of the Rotten Vale. “...this is... strange.”

[Vixen Luo]

judith . female . 19 . krityan . location - city (central) . tags - open .

This was a rather curious predicament indeed. Though Judith was certainly equipped to fight and had her tacked-on years of being alone, she did find it a bit troublesome that not even Ba'ul's presence was certain; regardless of the distance, she had always been able to almost...feel the Entelexeia's existence in the skies, and yet here, she felt truly alone. She glanced up at the gloomy sky overhead, tossing aside the small paper that had been stuffed into the backpack she awoke with; well, it certainly wasn't helpful to dance around the problem. She supposed it was good enough advice, if not a bit common sense on its own, but it wasn't worth keeping around if it was so short-winded. The sketches were another curious sight -- some interesting kind of monster for sure, closer in appearance to the more humanoid monsters she and her allies had gone up against, but no more intimidating than an Eggbear, really.
Despite her confidence, she did have her reservations about such a scarce landscape. The buildings were constructed with a level of expertise that far outclassed the humans of Terca Lumereis (though lacked the intellect and dexterity of the Kritya's works of architecture) which gave her the impression that it was an advanced world, and yet...there were no people. Rather - they certainly looked like people, but the odd clicks and noises her sharp-tipped ears picked up on gave her a different impression, even if they were far in the distance. It was enough warning alone to keep her away; normally, combat was no issue, but...if there was some type of infection at hand, she preferred not to risk being bitten. Shame I tossed my old armor. It was awfully heavy, but at least I could have done some fighting in it.

Gently, she let out a thoughtful hum, twirling her long-staffed spear in her hand before she started walking; well, standing idle wouldn't help her very much. As beautiful as the greenery was, it wouldn't help her find answers. Perhaps there's a civilization lurking about, she thought curiously. After all, the Kritya of Myorzo did live atop a massive Entelexeia. Surely another civilization smart enough to live beneath a rather good natural guardian would be worth meeting.

yuri lowell . male . 21 . human . location - city (outskirts) . tags - flynn, open .

"Azure Edge!" Blue energy slashed through the form of one of the last few humanoid-Minicoid morphs (at least, that was how Yuri thought of them. Were Minicoids really this dangerous near townsfolk?) as Yuri stumbled backward, disbelief riding his shoulders as his situation finally calmed. Geez, five seconds of being awake and he was already getting attacked. Feels like I'm right at home.
Really, he'd been awake and at it for...a while now. It had been daybreak when he'd first been jostled awake, and now the late afternoon sky was creeping in overhead through the dark, menacing clouds looming about.

"Uh-" A massive cloud of something swarmed Yuri as the creature practically burst upon death, and he held his breath, distantly remembering the warning of the paper he'd skimmed; it was probably a good idea to follow that advice. He rushed out of the speckled fog, coughing with gratefulness that none of it had gotten in. He knew how mushrooms worked well enough, even if he'd never had proper schooling. "Great. Murderous mushroom people and I'm alone. Can it get any more exciting?" he sighed, yanking the sheath back onto his blade and rolling his eyes as he rested it over his shoulder and placed a hand on his hip.

For now, it was all-clear again, and he had a moment to take a breather -- well, until someone backed into him from an alleyway and he twisted back into action, slamming the butt of his katana into the nape of the other person until he paused, recognizing the odd armor and messy puff of blond hair before him as his lips parted a little. Relief flooded him despite himself; to see another familiar face so soon into his experience was reassuring, to say the least - but it still brought concern, considering it was someone actually vital to the functionality of the Empire.
"Oh, hey there," he remarked casually, his shoulders relaxing once more. "Didn't think I'd see the great Commandant Flynn stuck in hell with me." His voice was lined with sarcasm as the title rolled off of his tongue, but warmth still remained despite the troubled expression that followed. "..seriously, though, do you recognize this place? At first, I sort of thought this was Caer Bocram, y'know? But that place was built off of the side of a cliff, and about four times smaller."
He tapped his foot against the ground, brow furrowed. "Not to mention how we got here. Last time I checked, I'm pretty sure I was passed out somewhere in Dahngrest." He was talking a lot, but he put that onto the mental shelf of 'I've been alone for the past few hours'.

[kalo.]

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The redhead let out a deep groan at the sudden sensation of light hitting her. She fluttered her eyes open before letting out of a soft gasp and rolling to her right. She lifted herself up in a defensive position, her flail in her right hand before taking a look around. Where was she? She wasn't anywhere she could identify. The last thing she remembered was heading to sleep in the workshop after an exhausting day. She slowly lifted herself up from her position and took a good look around. She was in some sort of run over city-complete with overgrown vegetation and, lots, of broken objects. While Brigitte did enjoy repairing armor she knew this wasn't some sort of test-the technology-wait! Brigitte quickly took a look around where she woke up and saw what she was looking for. Her armor lay battered and worn out on the ground and her shield lay next to it. Both looked roughed up but nothing she couldn't handle. She put her armor on quickly, snapping each piece into place and making sure they were secure before picking up a note she missed. "What is this?" Brigitte was surprised at her own voice-it was hoarse and her Swedish accent was rough from the lack of water.

After storing the gas mask upon her belt Brigitte slowly left the are she was in, it was a rough looking alleyway with a building leaning against another above her. She let out a faint shiver at the thought of the building collapsing on her but brushed it off-she had bigger issues at the moment. Brigitte kept her flail and shield up, remembering her training and moving, as much as she could, silently through the unknown area. She kept glancing around her in case of enemies but to her known knowledge, there wasn't anyone near or with her. "What in the worlds is this?" Before Brigitte could do anything else she heard a noise, well noises. She quickly ducked down near a broken down car and peered over, seeing some, some, monster? What were they? Oh please tell me this is just a nightmare I'm supposed to be at my workshop working on some projects with my cats. Not this!

[InfectedHau]

Vahlen||Bloodborne||Tagged: Open

Another Nightmare. Whose, she had no idea.
Vahlen looked up at the crumbling buildings, too square and uniform to be Yharnamite. She looked down at the road, wider than she was used to, weeds growing from cracks in the strange black stone. It lacked the surreal nature of other nightmares, yet what else could it be?

Turning from the city, the hunter looked to the pack she'd woken up with. Inside was a strange mask, several small cylindrical items of unknown purpose, and what appeared to be some sort of lantern. The note told her to survive, and the paper behind it told her what she was surviving against. How courteous. It wasn't often she got a chance to preview her prey.

Vahlen smiled faintly as she slipped the mask onto her belt, resting her blade lightly on her shoulder. It would be a nice change, she decided. She'd spent too long in the dank alleys of Yharnam, some sun would do her good.

[Vigilante Wolf]

Souma Kanzaki | 16 | Enstars | City: Central | Tags: open

The young idol grunted slightly as the sunlight harshly shined down upon him. He doesn't usually tend to get this much sleep. Wait... This much sleep... Souma soon jolted up awake in a panic. Afraid over how he overslept and probably missed some of school, or running in the morning with his friend for that matter. But the boy soon stopped mid panic to finally realize his surroundings. Where was he...? This did not look like japan. As a matter of fact, it didn't seem like japan at all. The building he found himself in was completely different from what he seen japenese buildings looking like. What was he even doing here? From what it looked someone kidnapped him and left him lying in the dirt and forgot their... Items. But what were these? This was a strange mask, he never seen anything like this before. But he might as well maybe take them with him. There was a note to, but after glancing over at it... But Souma didn't get it at all. In his mind he just... Couldn't comprehend the message. Did he have his Katana? Yeah at least that was with him so maybe this wasn't so bad after all. As Souma got up from the floor of the strange building he found himself in.

Okay Souma. What do you do when you find yourself in a strange place... Alone... Without anyone to contact. Souma pondered, the first thing he could do is try to use his phone. But that was at home and the only items he had with him was his katana and these items that were given to him anyways. Souma desperately tried to calm himself. How did someone expect a 16 year old boy like himself to survive?! Sure he knew how to defend himself but he never found himself having to use it in a life or death situation. Which means... Plan B... Find an adult.

There had to be an adult somewhere. Surely he can find one without having to bump into whatever that english note was telling him to watch out for. If only Adonis was here. He was a foreigner so he knew western states much better then he did. Being the pretty much lost puppy he was at this point. Souma wandered around aimlessly looking for an adult. Any adult would do. Just as long as maybe they had a sense of what was going on around here. Or if they could take him home that would also be nice.

[Vixen Luo]

judith . female . 19 . krityan . location - city (central) . tags - brigitte .

It didn't take long, of course, for Judith to happen upon trouble.
Really, it wasn't her fault; she just happened to be walking innocently...into the path of the monsters stumbling about...and they attacked. It was self-defense, really, not a provoked encounter.

Judith twisted and used her momentum from charging the first lunging monster into the ground, digging the tip of her spear further into its chest as she pulled her weight up and swung around to knock down another with a brutal kick to the jaw with her heeled boot. Yanking her weapon from the downed enemy, she cocked her head curiously as both rose again; well, it appeared they didn't go down very easily. Not that it was a problem.
"Hum. Very persistent," she murmured, taking a split second to rest before she charged forward, charging upward with her spear with a cry of, "Crescent Strike!" Her weapon pierced the creature with a burst of magical energy, stifling it from its snapping frenzy toward her skin, and she made quick work of twirling right back down into the other. "Luna Rise!" Judith heard the choked cries of the beasts cut off with the brutal landing of the weapon through the both of them -- though certainly at the expense of her trusty spear, which was a little worse for wear from the forced aggression of her artes as she removed the weapon and stepped back to gaze at the once-again clear street.


"Oh? And who might you be?"
It was then that Judith caught sight of red hair and bright eyes peering over a metal contraption she couldn't name, and her head cocked curiously - this one appeared rather different than the aggressive creatures she'd been fighting - before she felt her knees buckle in exhaustion and she used the shaft of her weapon to catch herself, stumbling with a soft, "Oh, my." Just two artes tuckered her out now? Was she out of shape already? I should work harder on my core, she thought, rather calmly attempting to re-center herself.

[kalo.]

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Brigitte was surprised when she saw another human! The female had blue hair that was suited up in a ponytail similar to Brigitte's. She kept herself low to the ground so she could barely see over the car-she didn't know who this person was. They could try and attack and Brigitte knew that she wouldn't last that long against her. She was built for defense but at the same time, she wasn't used to fighting someone of such agility yet. She'd only fought against her godfather, Reinhardt and he was also a tank. Brigitte watched as the female took down the whatever they were. She let out a soft gasp at the magic that flew out of the sword when she swung. It was, well, stunning! Brigitte didn't notice herself stand up until she had finished fighting, and at the point, she was too late at ducking back behind the car. She silently cursed herself before standing up, watching as she nearly collapsed. Brigitte let out a soft gasp before taking a few steps toward her and stopping. She didn't know this stranger. "Oh, i'm Brigitte. And i'm definitely not one of those-things. I'm not even sure what they are or where I am." Brigitte cursed herself again for being so open to this stranger. Who knows what this person would do to her?

"Do you have any idea where we are? I just woke up in that alleyway back there," she took a moment to turn and point where she came from before continuing her conversation, "with a gas mask and a note saying to survive? I'm lost completely." The tank hero let her shield lower and put her flail in a holster on her belt, keeping her hand on the butt of it for safety. Brigitte watched the females posture before she let her more protective side loose. "Do you need help? I am-well training-in the medical field. Maybe I can help you?"