[ ★ ] — ❝ the conclave.

[carpe noctem.]

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For one reason or another, you and a few selected members of your group have come to this land. Amidst the
death and decay of the apocalypse lays the remains of our government’s futile attempt to bring safety to the
country. The Conclave takes place within an abandoned military base, most choosing the commune with others
in the open areas in front of the base, atop the bunkers looking onto the bay, or even occasionally inside. It's has been
looted of all valuables, but there still remains things like files, and sheet atop sheet of plans of combating the deadly v
irus that took over the world. Here, you discuss things with others from different groups, perhaps gaining allies or ene
mies.
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[carpe noctem.]

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THE RULES & REGULATIONS
i. follow all chicken smoothie rules ⠀⠀ii. follow all armageddon rules ⠀iii. please be respectful of all players
iv. you must be apart of armageddon to post ⠀⠀vi. no begging for allies/enemies ⠀iii. contact the staff is issues arise
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THE BASIC ROLEPLAY FORMAT
feel free to use this or create your own!

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[carpe noctem.]

the first conclave has begun, posting is now allowed! the conclave lasts from may 31st
to june 14th.

[carpe noctem.]

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𝐍𝐎𝐂𝐓𝐄 𝐃𝐀𝐄𝐌𝐎𝐍𝐄𝐒.
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{ RANKING. commander ⠀AGE. 26 years ⠀GENDER. female ⠀TAGGED. open⠀MENTIONED. nocte members }
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀↪ ACCOMPANYING PET. padme the maned lioness

It had been nearly a week ago since Neith Andrasté had received word of a gathering of groups, something titled The Conclave. She had come with the rest of Nocte Daemones, making a collective decision that it would be wise to seek allies, or perhaps stir up some chaos. Either one sounded fine by Neith, she had no issues with lighting this place ablaze if that's what it takes to make the two day long journey rewarding. Aside from her was Ecko, who met her stride as they neared the summit of a hill, and once reaching the top they looked upon the land before them.

⠀ ⠀ ⠀Neith stared upon the dipping sunset, which had begun to paint the sky a vibrant orange colour, almost melting in the dark blue bay that was stretched out before them. The water lapped against it's rocky shore, and a few sea birds cried out, belting out their sharp songs, not a care in the world. And sunken into the hills laid a building that appeared to be some type of bunker, presumably made out of concrete, with the doors looking like metal or iron. Her gaze travelled across the buildings, looking at entrance and staircase, searching for any signs of humans or walkers. From what she could see, there were no traces of either, no quiet murmurs of discussion nor groans of the undead. She turned her chin to glance at Ecko, who shrugged as she held Kenji, who had his face snuggled up onto her shoulder. Neith briefly looked back at the rest of the small group, who looked intently at the building, seeming to attempt to scout any threats just as her. She adjusted her attention to Padme, who was at her side, staring up at her curiously. With a quick gesture of her hands, Neith sent off the lioness, who trotted off towards the building.

⠀ ⠀ ⠀The group followed suit, scattering as they began to wander into the building, occasionally saying "clear" or something of that nature. Neith had entered what appeared to be the main base, opening the metal doors with a screech. She kept her hand over her thighs, which each held a black thigh holster on each leg over her black cargo pants, holding a knife in each. Her fingers briefly touched the cool metal of the knife, prepared to use them if needed. However, the time to use them never came, as the place was empty. She looked around, brown eyes flitting through the room. It was medium sized, with doors left and right, likely connecting this building to the ones surrounding it. It looked to be a boardroom of sorts, with chairs lined around a long table, which was scattered with various sheets and papers. She picked up the nearest folder, looking over it. She briefly scanned over it, taking notice of the large red words that said confidential before opening it, reading the papers inside. She quickly skimmed over it, reading the reoccurring words of "cannibalistic deceased human beings", "deadly virus", and "finding a cure". Neith rolled her eyes before setting down the folder, knowing know that this place was a military base and bunker of sorts.

⠀ ⠀ ⠀She turned to the exit, walking out and letting a warm breeze ruffle her hair, which sat in loose waves. She crouched down as she watched Padme approach her, releasing a rumbling purr as she pressed her head against the side of Neith's thigh. The lioness was quite the curiosity. When they had first found her, she was almost a year and a half, with less of a mane and more of the normal female qualities of a lioness. Neith ran her fingers through her mane, giving her a scratch behind the ear before getting up to hang out on the railings that Ecko was sitting on.

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{ RANKING. medic ⠀AGE. 26 years ⠀GENDER. female ⠀TAGGED. open⠀MENTIONED. nocte members }
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀↪ ACCOMPANYING PET. rei and kenji the foxes

Ecko peered at the buildings that lay beyond the group, looking out curiously for anyone. She had heard word of a conclave designed for groups to meet up with each other and discuss, and she believed that it would be rather useful to gain extra knowledge through others. Although, as she walked along the base, she began to feel an underlying twang of doubt. Perhaps those survivors she had found half a week ago had been lying, they might've wanted to get them away from their base and take it for their own. She prayed to whatever god still remained that it wasn't the case, and that she was simply just being irrational.

⠀ ⠀ ⠀Besides, Ecko thought, smoothing down her jeans with her hands, They wouldn't try to get to the casino, they already got attacked by Salem, I'm sure they learned to stay away from Nocte territory. Ecko smiled momentarily at the thought of the canine, who was with Winona, sitting next to her with his cropped ears pricked. The alabai had certainly gained a liking towards the girl, and considering that Neith had her hands full with Padme, she would often spend time with Winona, who adored the brute. Ecko heard a high-pitched bark from her feet, and she grinned as she looked down at Rei and Kenji, who were twirling around her legs excitedly. She hoped that they wouldn't cause too much trouble if anyone else came, as they could be quite the trouble makers.

⠀ ⠀ ⠀Ecko gave each of the a quick stroke before moving over to the metal fencing that was next to one of the bunkers, hopping onto it and settling the two foxes on her lap. She watched as Neith approached with Padme, and Kenji gave another bark of excitement as the commander swung around to stand against the railing that Ecko was seated upon.

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{ RANKING. sentry ⠀AGE. 18 years ⠀GENDER. female ⠀TAGGED. open⠀MENTIONED. nocte members }
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀↪ ACCOMPANYING PET. salem the alabai dog

Winona glanced over the files that lay scattered around the bunker room that she was exploring, reading over it with curiosity. So, this was one of the government's pitiful attempts to stop this apocalypse? She thought to herself, snorting with amusement, great, they seemed like they were helping so much, printing out a hundred papers of actions to take but not doing any one of them. She crumpled up the paper, balling it into a ball before tossing it at the wall, with a little more force than necessary. Her teeth grinded against each other, and she couldn't help as an angry expression spread across her features, tears nearly welling up in her eyes. She sniffled before wiping her eyes with the sleeve of her leather jacket, exhaling quickly in attempts to regain her composure. If only they actually did something, then maybe my family wouldn't be dead.

⠀ ⠀ ⠀She inhaled another breath, and then the teen walked off to the door of the bunker, the massive canine Salem at her side. When the two exited the bunker, a warm gust of wind pushed upon them. Winona looked around, a small smile creeping upon her fast as she felt to cool air of the bay, and the song of the resident gulls sang above her, eager to show off their impressive tunes. The sentry spied her commander, Neith, with her medic, Ecko. They were talking quietly, and Winona slowly made her way over near to them, deciding to settle on the steps of one of the staircases on the base. She looked out upon the hills that lay beyond them, seeing a few dusty footprints that were their own. The girl wasn't sure if she wanted others to come, as she didn't get along with most people, but perhaps there was someone who wasn't an ass or a jerk.

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{ RANKING. combatant ⠀AGE. 21 years ⠀GENDER. female ⠀TAGGED. open⠀MENTIONED. nocte members }
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀↪ ACCOMPANYING PET. n/a

Violetta Mei was rather intrigued by the idea of a conclave. It was certainly something that the daemones could benefit from, perhaps gaining useful information from other groups, or even possibly gaining an ally or two. She had low hopes for the latter, considering nocte wasn't precisely the most friendly of groups, but still, a girl can dream, right?
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[salvation.]

laurel branch|21 years|female|makeup|ringleader|tags;open
laurel walked towards the open area near the front of the base, her wooden bat slung over her right shoulder. she had simple makeup on, it was a statement really, no one would have to ask what group she had come from if they knew who the clowns were. she really didn't want to be here, she liked being in solitude on her own but it might be nice to know who was around her group and to possibly get some allies. after some walking and looking at people she found a place to sit down, she set her bat down next to her and leaned against the stone wall.

[leopardus]

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⊱ WILEY WILSON
xxxxx - GENDER cismale, he/him pronouns - RANK supernova - AGE twenty-four - HC blond - EC blue - MENTIONS no one - TAGGED open
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indentationAT FIRST, Wiley was a tad bit too anxious about the Conclave. He didn't know, but something about large masses of people meeting together in a tight, cramp space didn't sit in his stomach right, especially given the current global state they were all in. It wasn't like he feared social interaction, but he doubted that he was bound to know anyone there. It wasn't like his life in middle school and throughout high school made him anxiety-driven to the point of him almost being unable to function. No, that wasn't it at all.

indentationBUT WHY, WHY WAS THE BLOOD POUNDING in his ears as he took a step on that lot? He was trying so very hard to keep his calm, but it wasn't an easy thing when he observed all these other survivors with their protective armor and collections of weapons that could rip any man to pieces. How about him? He had nothing to impress with, nothing to show off. Just a mousy heap of curls by his side. . . Boyd, the canine who was more than willing to accompany him during this overly-hyped meeting. Unlike him, the dog shaking in its skin, but definitely not from fear. His tail thumped against the ground in a steady rhythm as they stood there.

indentation

[inky.]

( - heath + isaac ) male, sheriff and his dog, tagged: open
heath strolled into the so called 'conclave' with a straight face. he had decided to come alone, with isaac of course, due to the newness of the valle muerto group. he was still weary of the whole ordeal, but part of being a leader was to keep good relations with other survivor groups. so here he was, clutching onto his companion's bandanna, keeping him close. his good eye surveyed the gathering place underneath his hat and frowned slightly beneath his face cover. he sighed and walked further into the base, isaac close to him. "we'll see if anyone comes up to say hello." he whispered to the canine, staying in one spot and leaning against a stone wall.

[kyum-]

┊𝐍 𝐄 𝐕 𝐄 𝐑 𝐋 𝐀 𝐍 𝐃

ALLEN KANG , leader. 24.
xxxx⤷ tagged: open.

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allen didn't quite understand what he was doing here, out in this military base. he didn't know why he'd risk his life, coming out to the conclave - to a gathering of survivors who could and probably would take him out the moment he stepped foot past the boundary. and here he was, standing before the gates, inevitably alone and with nothing to his name. to say he was afraid was an understatement. he was terrified. but what was new, really?

he'd been running from the undead for days, maybe weeks, since the outbreak. and here he still was, still alive and fighting for his life. well, not much fighting, not without a weapon. he may have been a bit of a hot-headed one back in the day, but not in times like these. allen wasn't suicidal. wasn't keen on it, either.

which then brought him back to square one - what on earth was he doing here? everyone knew it was a dog-eat-dog world now, and bandits could be at every corner. for all he knew, this could've just been an intricate plan to ambush the other survivors. one giant mouse trap for the predators to fill themselves up. maybe the people running this... event... were zombie worshippers, or maybe they'd run some sick death game with supplies as a reward?

allen shuddered as his thoughts veered further into darker territories, and he had to slap his cheeks several times to shake his thoughts. perhaps he was going too far with his predictions, but again, with the end of the world, it didn't seem unlikely.

he took several deep, shaky breaths, eyes shut, but not his ears - he wasn't an idiot; he knew to be alert at all times for the undead could appear at any given moment. when he opened his eyes again, he was determined, fists clenching and gaze hardened. whatever he'd encounter, he'd deal with it then. for now, he needed to figure all this out - get as much help as he could.

he had nothing to lose anyway.

[eagle,]

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𝐏𝐫𝐨𝐣𝐞𝐜𝐭 𝐋𝐨𝐧𝐝𝐨𝐧
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♛ 𝐂𝐇𝐄𝐍 𝐖𝐔 ⎯⎯
→ the prince, 22y 6m, male, carrying a sword, tagged: wiley wilson + boyd
indentwhen word came of the conclave, chen had half a mind to disregard the invitation entirely. there were certainly bigger issues to worry about - the zombies knocking on the door of the museum, his need to collect food for the survivors that presented themselves at the turn of each corner. certainly he had not been expecting his group to grow so rapidly. that that it was a bad thing by any sense of the word. quite the opposite, really, it had been jackson who stated that they would need the numbers and supplies to enact their greater plan of taking london for the living. their numbers grew quickly, but now they were in need of resources to keep the people fed and healthy.
indentbut, even still, he hadn't been able to argue when riley, one of the newest members, said that it would be a good idea. jackson could take charge of the museum for a few days, he argued, while the rest of them went to the conclave. the prospect of allies, indeed, was too tempting to pass up on, and chen gathered the members of the group. they ultimately decided that riley was right - little surprise there - and chen rounded up riley, eloise, and gabrielle, to join him for the trip, leaving the other three to stay in the city.
indentthe four members of project london stepped into the lot together and stared up at the military base. chen's only real sense of comfort came from the sword he always wore at his hip, ready to be unsheathed at any moment. though they came with an intent for peace and to find allies who might prove useful in the future, chen wasn't naive. he knew what the world was like now - he knew what people were like. these people likely came weaponized and guarded as well, like a bomb ready to explode. which was precisely why he intended to keep riley close with the knowledge and eloise and gabrielle would be able to take care of themselves. so, when the girls split off to explore the base, chen gestured for riley to not stray far. he, himself, liked the thought of seeing what lie in the various rooms and spaces, but he couldn't help himself but stop at the sight of a dog.
indentas if drawn by the very instinct to pet the dog, chen rerouted, adjusted his course to draw closer to the dog and its owner. "evenin'," chen greeted with a small smile, poised and slight, but still friendly and genuine. "this probably isn't the most professional thing to ask but - my group hasn't had the luck to get any of the stray dogs in the city to come with us. can i pet your dog?" if jackson knew what was happening in that moment, he would surely smack the back of chen's head and tell him to look composed. that he had traveled all that way, risked everything to do more than pet a dog. but why couldn't he try to do both at the same time? "my name's chen," he introduced as an afterthought, his smile growing a fraction of an inch, "what's yours? and your dog's?"


♝ 𝐑𝐈𝐋𝐄𝐘 𝐍𝐄𝐖𝐅𝐈𝐄𝐋𝐃 ⎯⎯
→ doctor, 23y 3m, male, tagged: open
indentafter chen walked off to approach a young man and his dog, and gabrielle and eloise left without any further word, riley was left to wander on his own. as one of the newest members of project london, riley hadn't expected to be brought along to the conclave, though he supposed it was chen's way of getting back at him - he had been the one to bring to argument to light that it might be worth the trip. of course, the others seconded his opinion, but riley had been the first, and it seemed like something that chen would do, after all. you made me go, so now you do too. not that riley thought he was against it as much as the others. chen saw it as a waste of time and a break in safety procedure. how could they continue their work on gathering supplies and fortifying the museum if they were off gallivanting with strangers who were probably more likely to kill them and rob them blind than they were to be allies? a simple answer: they couldn't.
indenteven still, riley would maintain that the risk would worth it. the potential gain far outweighed the potential loss, chen was just stubborn. but riley already knew that much.
indentand so riley ventured through the base on his own, entirely unarmed. he didn't have the vicious companion animals as several other people spotted milling about, he didn't carry a weapon as chen did, and he didn't have one of the girls to back him up. the young doctor was entirely on his own, and that was fine with him. he floated from room to room, peering into some and examining others more closely until he happened upon a room with a long table topped with papers. the sight gave riley pause and he stepped closer to the table so that he could read the notes and scrawlings, musings of soldiers and scientists who were probably long-dead or gave up, judging by the state of the base. "what a shame," he heard himself say, letting out a quiet sigh. what a shame indeed. he flipped the page over and ran a hand through his hair to push it back from his face.


♞ 𝐄𝐋𝐎𝐈𝐒𝐄 𝐇𝐀𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐎𝐍 ⎯⎯
→ runner, 19y 3m, female, tagged: with gabrielle, open


♞ 𝐆𝐀𝐁𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐋𝐋𝐄 𝐀𝐊𝐈𝐘𝐀𝐌𝐀 ⎯⎯
→ guard, 21y 6m, female, tagged: with eloise, open

[Simonpet]

𝐆𝐨𝐥𝐝 & 𝐈𝐫𝐨𝐧
References
During: Year 2.5 (post 5)
Attending council: George
Attending doctors: Helen
Attending members: Emmanuel, Grace, Jessica

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George Rubin | male | 55 years | council | tags: Riley (Project London) | notes: carrying a rifle, handler of Mila (dog)
George had been surprised--terrified, actually--when the birds had come flying to his doorstep, so to speak. He wasn't sure how much he liked the idea of this conclave, especially as it meant abandoning the base for a while. He and his little band had taken everything they could and headed off on a journey that had taken over a week. He hoped that his family wouldn't come to an empty base in the meantime.

Inside the old military base, which George privately thought looked absolutely awesome, he noticed people milling about. He kept a tight hold of the leather lead he had found for Mila and stalked through the rooms, glaring at anyone who got too close. In one of the rooms, he noticed a young man bending over a table.

"What a shame," the other sighed, flipping a page of...something.

George walked over, footsteps deliberately loud on the floor. He looked down and saw the notes that the other man was looking at. Mila put her paws on the table and whined; George chuckled softly and scratched her head. "Looks like someone was working on a new design of vehicle," he noted. "Do you know anything about it?"

Helen Rubin | female | 49 years | doctor | tags: open

Emmanuel "Manny" Cohen | male | 20.5 years | hunter | tags: Heath (Valle Muerto)
Manny walked into the base with a straight back and a confident walk. He rather admired George's natural confidence when his was--or at least felt--faked. He swallowed quietly as he passed through the doors and noted the people already milling about. One person, a man and a dog, caught his attention. The man was wearing a hat that covered his face, which gave him an air of mystery. So of course Manny walked up to him.

"H-Hi," he said nervously, bravado falling apart. "H-How are you today? And...what's your dog's name. Um, he looks cute."

Grace Brown & Jessica "Jessie" Thomspon | females | 20 & 21.5 years | scavengers | tags: open

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OOC Notes
Everyone with an "open" tag is free for chatting! Grace and Jessie are currently near the entrance, and Helen is wandering the rooms.