Where am I ( Multi random RP. Accepting! )

[Jxdas]

Alright :> \\

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Spike Spiegel
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27 || Male || Confused

Spike woke up, covered in sand and gravel. The sun shone through the windows directly onto his eyes. Squinting, he sat up onto the cold cement floor, disorientated and confused. He looked down at his hands, covered in dry, brown blood. He then looked around.

The place look abandoned, like an eerie building in Chernobyl. It was mostly unfurnished besides the occassional office furniture strewn across the ground. Unsettling silence filled the air. With shaky breath, Spike broke the silence with a loud whisper.

"What...? Where am I?"

[XxBarricadeXx]

Tom

Tom glanced over at the female when she spoke. Yes, it was indeed a nasty cut. The other thing was, he could still live if h did get the thing treated. Without treatment, there was a high chance he could die. " Well, I really only need bandages and some medicine for it. It shouldn't be that hard to find. Maybe there's a house here or store that has it. " He said. He could always look for it too, and Wolf. Setting his hand on his side, he glances at Wolf as he knew the hunter was certainly worried about him.

Yang

Yang kept on following the make as she was careful. She didn't want them to be attacked if there was someone here. Still, she didn't hear anyone else or see anyone else here. It just was a quiet house for now. Then again, she couldn't just guess that no one was here. Looking at the male, Yang nodded as she didn't mind. " Sure. " She said.

Or course, Yang would be careful as she made her way downstairs. If something did attack her, she was ready to fight of course. She wouldn't just stand there and let herself be a punching bag. The thing was with every hit Yang took, the stronger she got. The teenager then made her way downstairs carefully. The stairs slightly creaked as it seemed no one has been down here in years.

[VLNNYZ]

name | zora salazar
gender | female
age | thirty one
height | 6'3"
personality | zora is very confident in herself and her skills, although being a
massive hypocrite - she's an incredibly malicious and selfish person with a
tendency to find loopholes in things, even if they're rules she had set in
the first place, always making a way to excuse herself from cheating - however,
she claims to favor fair duels that require pure skill, but that doesn't mean she
won't play dirty.
fandom | epithet erased
skillset | gun efficiency; zora is a proficient shooter that can use her pistol to
knock out her opponents in less than a few hits and hit something as small as
an acorn in the ground while standing on top of a building.
sundial; her epithet sundial allows her to dial things forward and backwards
in any process which includes gravity, inertia, the cycle of the sun, and even
a person's lifespan. once a process has ended, she can't reverse it.
other | I haven't done one of these in a good few months, pm me if anything
needs to be changed! :^) time to hope i can keep up my rp inspiration

[XxBarricadeXx]

( Accepted! )

[VLNNYZ]

[thanks! i'll work on a starter soon - once that's done,
she's open for anyone that wants to run into her^^]

[XxBarricadeXx]

( You're welcome. C: )

[Jxdas]

I'm open as well, Spike's in an abandoned building rn. If you wanna RP with him I'm down.))

[VLNNYZ]

☼ | 𝘡𝘖𝘙𝘈 𝘚𝘈𝘓𝘈𝘡𝘈𝘙
armed ▪ female ▪ 6'3" ▪ epithet erased
location: town ▪ tags: name, name,

zora awoke to find her face buried into her own folded arms. as she let out a grunt, she lifted up her head to place her hands onto the ground, slowly pulling herself into a stance to immediately observe her surroundings, her throat merely rumbling as she growled with annoyance upon noticing she had no clue where she was. "well, isn't that lovely?" she grumbled out, irritation laced throughout her tone - narrowing her eyes to focus on the seemingly empty, she only felt annoyed at the current situation. she thoroughly patted herself down, finding herself relieved as she pulled out her 'time gun', giving it a few flips - carelessly catching it every time before shoving it back into her pockets.

with a relaxed posture, zora made her way through the town, her eyelids drooping as she felt herself calm down from the rather annoying wake-up. she started to whistle as she trailed through the ghastly town, even if it dragged attention to her - who cares? this place seemed pretty much abandoned, and whatever there was to offer, she was sure she could put up a fight, epithet or not, might as well loot the place while she was at it.

continuing to whistle a tune which she had entirely made up, she made her way towards a building. whipping out the good ol' time gun, she flipped it around in her hands before aiming at the doorknob, firing at it - the door quickly started to rot and decay, eventually into nothing but dust. she kept on moving, the wooden planks below her feet creaking upon the contact of her boots. stepping over furniture, she stopped whistling - drat, the place was mostly empty, besides the few knocked over furniture and office supplies.

[by the way, she's in the building that spike is in^^!]

[Jxdas]

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Spike Spiegel
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27 || Male || @Zora

Spike stood up, gravel falling of his navy suit. They dropped onto the cement floor, making quiet clacking noises. He brushed himself off and continued to cautiously examine the seemingly abandoned building.

His breath was loud, shaky, he wasn't even trying to mask the fact he was scared, as he usually would. There was no one around to see him like this anyway, right?
That's when he heard it, the faint whistling noise of a girl.
He approached the noise with caution, hand on his holster ready to draw.

And then there was a loud bang. A gunshot, definately; Spike had been around guns long enough to know.
It was from a couple doors down.
He drew his gun and carefully walked in the direction of the gunshot...

[VLNNYZ]

☼ | 𝘡𝘖𝘙𝘈 𝘚𝘈𝘓𝘈𝘡𝘈𝘙
armed ▪ female ▪ 6'3" ▪ epithet erased
location: town ▪ tags: spike spiegel

zora perked up her head to hear the footsteps of another person - she wasn't alone. sharply narrowing her eyes, her fingers curled tightly against her firearm, adjusting her hat with her other hand. otherwise, she kept her expression eerily relaxed - the same smirk she had on her face remaining. slowly turning towards the other direction, she narrowed her eyes to make out the figure that was approaching - once she flipped and caught her gun once more, she lifted a hand in the air. "Well howdy there!" she calls out, she could hardly see the location of the figure, but she knew they were there from the footsteps - considering how the room was shrouded in silence, it was hard not to hear anyone approaching. she inched a leg forwards, the planks below her creaking. "Now," she hides her firearm into her pockets, her voice laced with your typical western accent. "Be a pal for me and show ya'self? I have a question or two."