The End Days (Post-Apocalyptic Vampire/Human/Demon RP)

[passione]

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form ║ age twenty-four ║ weapon katana ║ resistance commander ║ power soul manifestation ║ species human
— tags gene, albizia

They were like flashbangs. Sudden. Sheets of white before his gaze between flickering images of Albizia’s disheveled hair and determined russet eyes. Russet eyes that wouldn’t die. Paradox came back to Vaxas… Or rather, Vaxas fell back into it. That demon wasn’t going to let go. It tugged on his soul like a fisherman with his line. In his mind, Vaxas screamed as he tried to overpower that last bit of Paradox that was in control, yet he didn’t make it in time. The katana sunk itself into Albizia’s abdomen which… She seemed to be fine with to his surprise. This didn’t mean everything was alright. She was wounded.

Paradox glared at the woman with mad eyes. “Your Commander is dead,” it lied. “He is as dead as your friend— just as easily manipulated. Just as useless.”

Regaining control for a split second, Vaxas picked up the blade and flung it aside, hissing at the bloodied weapon. “You better not— you better not possess her. Para— You’re able to. You know it as well as I do. Don’t. I’m enough.”

All this was said in Albizia’s arms before Paradox returned, only to smile. “I don’t possess the intelligently inept… But congratulations, Vaxas. You won this round.” In the blink of an eye, Paradox’s teal glow vanished from Vaxas’ body and returned to the sword which had ended up several metres away. The blood on it sizzled and faded off, as if it had never been there.

Vaxas awoke for a moment, his teal gaze returning to its normal state instead of a blank and nefarious stare. He knew Gene would be mad. He knew many more people would be mad. He had lost control within the walls. He was the Commander. He was a man with responsibility— one who had to take his brother’s responsibilities and fulfill his dreams. Vaxas needed to be a good Commander in Mallius’ place… Yet he was already failing.

Amidst his guilt for what he had just done to his friends and his surroundings, Vaxas stopped. His body was still but his heart throbbed as if it was ready to burst out of his chest. A cough erupted from the back of his throat and in a second, Vaxas was sputtering with blood dribbling down his chin from his mouth and nose, slipping off his leather vest and onto the grass where it would stain for several days until the rain came and washed it away. Vaxas felt tears pricking his eyes but urged himself not to cry... To no avail. He clutched onto Albizia’s arms with both his hands and frantically shook his head.

“Not alright… It’s never alright,” He sobbed, though his deranged cries melted down into something quiet as his world was enveloped in black.

“I never thought I could actually be disappointed in you, bro.”

“Mallius? Mallius… It’s you…” Vaxas reached into the void and wrapped his arms tightly around his brother who was more than happy to return the embrace. “I’m sorry… I’m so sorry. I was— I was upset… I did everything wrong, I ruined everything… I’m so sorry… I’m so—”

“Hush.” The younger man stroked his brother’s ivory locks. “I’ll forgive you no matter what. You’re trying as hard as your mind will let you. Everything you feel is eating you from the inside out. I understand.”

“I—”

“You don’t need the pills to make you feel better. They just manipulate your feelings from the inside. Find what makes you happy. Stay with Gene and Alby. They’ll keep you safe because I can’t anymore.”

“Mallius…” No use. The raven-esque man was already fading away into the darkness. “Mallius, please… I love you!”

“I love you, too, Vaxas. It’s okay. I’ll be in your dreams.”

[Simonpet]

Elizabeth "Lizzy" Ruben | Human Student | School Classroom | Tags: Luca

Elizabeth saw Mr. Rinehart's curiosity in his eyes, almost daring her to take him down. Well, she could at least try. She twisted his arm so that his elbow was facing up and locked, twisting her own wrist as she did so to prevent herself from getting trapped. "Theoretically," she said, "this should hold a person because it's hard to move the elbow when it's locked." She looked at her teacher, asking with her eyes if she was right.

[Pistol Annie #1 NPC]

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ALBIZIA "ALBY" JIN
☀ THE TANK & THIRD IN COMMAND ☀

FEMALE ☀ 25 ☀ 6'1" ☀ REGENERATION

☀ TAGGED ☀
The Troublemakers

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Albizia wondered what message he- or rather the messages they were trying to get across. Even in a sober state, she wasn't exactly the smartest person. She was having significant trouble distinguishing Paradox and Vaxas, the nonsensical and the sense, with her should-be mortal wound trapping her in agony.
Vaxas did end up throwing away the sword though. That was probably a good sign. It was Paradox who spoke the next words though, insulting Alby's intelligence and congratulating Vaxas on winning.
"Thanks!" Was all Alby said, with over-the-top forced cheerfulness. The smile on her face probably looked creepy at this point but at least she was still smiling.
A weird blue glow faded from Vaxas's figure and kind of... excused itself, returning to the weapon. Alby hadn't noticed it was there before. She wasn't the greatest at... noticing stuff. Toothpick was her seeing-eye spear sometimes.
Albizia stared at Vaxas with a wide grin, like nothing was wrong. She hugged him even tighter as he coughed up blood and then broke into tears. He was saying something about not being alright. Well, he didn't look alright. For now. Alby was sure he would feel better in no time.
"Don't worry, Commander!" Albizia affectionately rubbed her bloody knuckles on his head, messing up his long white hair. He seemed to be slowly losing consciousness. "You just need a nice long nap!"
Compassion stabbed at her heart at the sight of him. She remembered the horrified expression of someone else, the same vulnerable eyes full of guilt as they turned towards her wound. She thought back to the first time this had ever happened. The flight from the daycare.

"Miss Alby... You're... you're hurt."
"Oh? Don't worry, sweetie. This is just a paper cut."

"Ha ha... ha..."
It took a moment for Alby to realize she was laughing again. Horrific, pained laughter that shook her aching body. She stopped that immediately.
Vaxas was unconscious in her arms. He was alive, and carrying him was only a mild challenge for someone of Alby's strength. Well, her usual strength. Right now she wouldn't be doing her best.
I'll be fine. I just have to make it to... Wait, where do I go?
Alby glanced back at Genevieve, her expression frantic for a moment before covering it with her usual upbeat determination. The spearwoman tilted her head slightly as if asking a silent question. Where was the nearest safe, quiet place she could take Vaxas? Despite being one of the resistance founders and third in command, Alby sure wasn't the brightest. She still forgot where the bedroom of her own house was sometimes. Once she slept in the bathtub.

[Dragon_Elf]

Charlie|15|Human Commoner|Glory City (Resistance School)|Tags: Alia, Vaxas, Gene

Charlie watches in horrified fascination, unable to look away from the scene in front of her. She barely hears Alia as she asks Charlie if she's okay. "Ye-yeah," she mumbles, managing to tear her eyes away from the fight to look at Alia. "I'm fine, but I don't think those two are," she adds, meaning Alby and Vaxas. "What should I do?" asks Charlie, biting her lip as she wonders, what the heck is going on?

[Ravenshadow17]

Alia Vanderee I 17 I Human footsoldier for resistance (spy for vampires) I Telepathy I Straight I Location: Glory City I Tags: Charlie, Vaxas, Gene, Alby

Alia took a deep breath. "We need to find Jasper, whoever that is. But for now, run to the training room, just beyond those doors. The cabinets in the back are full of med kits. Grab one and some extra bandages. They should be in the cabinet next to the med kits. Hurry back and then help me tend to everyone." She told Charlie. Alia was hoping that her slight experience in patching injuries from fights would be enough to help. At least until someone with more experience and knowledge arrived.

[Dragon_Elf]

Charlie|15|Human Commoner|Glory City (Resistance School)|Tags: Alia, Vaxas, Gene

Charlie listens carefully to Alia before racing through the door and back inside. She opens a few doors before she finally fins the training room. Or rather, someplace that could pass for one. She spots some cabinets at the back and dashes for them. She pulls one open and is relieved to have gotten the Med kits first try. She gabs one and then another to b safe before ripping open the next cabinet. The sudden opening of the cabinet causes a couple of bandages to fall to the ground. Charlie shrugs, grabs them and runs back out to the field. "Here- you- go- Alia," she pants, holding out the two med kits and the bandages.

[Pistol Annie #1 NPC]

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ALBIZIA "ALBY" JIN
☀ THE TANK & THIRD IN COMMAND ☀

FEMALE ☀ 25 ☀ 6'1" ☀ REGENERATION

☀ TAGGED ☀
The Troublemakers

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Somehow still smiling, Albizia rose to her feet with Commander Vaxas tucked into her arms. He was a big cuddly baby. Vaxas was much taller than the average human, but all humans were so light compared to giant rocks and hunks of metal. Alby was used to hauling huge boulders around and pulling plows like an ox, since with regeneration, she could just fix herself whenever the extreme exertion injured her muscles. Carrying the Commander was no challenge for the beast of burden.
What was she supposed to be doing again? Albizia had completely forgotten, she wasn't thinking straight since her entire body felt like it was on fire. How had Vaxas and Genevieve ended up in this situation in the first place anyway?
"What were we doing..." She wondered out loud. Suddenly an idea struck her, a blurry image of somewhere she often visited. "Oh, right, Vaxas! The nurse's office has a bed! You can sleep there."
Alby half-ran, half-staggered towards the school building with Vaxas in her arms. She had forgotten to call for Genevieve, but she thought she already had. Her mind was in a haze and she wasn't entirely sure why.
Over there. What were those two girls doing? The kid was handing the footsoldier something... Must be candy, Alby thought. She didn't pay much attention though. She would just get her own treats from the nurse's office.
She pushed the door open with her shoulder and walked through the building. Albizia had helped to repair this old building, carrying bricks and cement blocks to and fro. She was a teacher here, one of the three founders of the Resistance.
And she still forgot where the nurse's office was.
As she wandered the halls aimlessly, she ended up finding her own classroom again. Maybe I'm drawn to this place. I love my kids and my friend!
"Hello, dears! I'll be right back!" Alby told them with a big smile before continuing on her way.
She hadn't even considered how she might look to them. Her white shirt was, well, no longer completely white. Her hair was a mess and fell in ghastly black curtains around her face. Commander Vaxas was unconscious in her arms. And of course, there was the whole human shish-kebab thing.
Disturbing her students never crossed her mind, though. Alby was still wearing that wide cheerful smile. That ought to convince them nothing was wrong.
She finally stopped by a room with the giant letters "NURSING FACILITY" carved into the doorframe. A big sign on the door read "NURSE'S OFFICE ROOM 106". On the left, a huge arrow pointed to the room: "NURSE'S OFFICE THIS WAY." An opposite arrow with the same message was on the right of the door.
Oh right! As Alby entered, she remembered why the entrance looked like that. Someone told her a year or so ago. It was for a certain 6'1" ditzy spearwoman whose already-terrible navigation skills plummeted even further when she was mortally wounded. Which was pretty often.
Alby wondered who that could be.
She pried Vaxas' unconscious body off herself, placing him gently on the only bed. He needed a nice nap. Alby on the other hand, she felt completely fine, even with the intense heat flooding her entire body. Her regeneration was fully kicking in now, thank goodness. It was warm- quite a bit too warm but she wasn't complaining.
"On a pain scale from 1 to 10, I think I'm a good 0." Alby said to Vaxas, not mentally acknowledging that he was passed out and couldn't hear her. "What about you, Commander? You must be super tired. Like 11 tired."
What did tired feel like? True exhaustion, cold and dark, could sap the willpower from someone's heart. It was different from the bright fiery burning of her regeneration.
Vaxas on the other hand, he was... ah... kind of the opposite of her. Sometimes Alby thought he was so tired, he was thoroughly tired of life itself.
But nah, life was great! Even with the vampires, demons, world destruction and that stuff. Alby couldn't imagine how anyone would be tired enough to hate life.
Alby loved life. Even these moments of resembling the undead, those were worth their pain. Maybe this was why her father performed those experiments on her. It was all for a purpose, he told her when she was a child, and Alby believed him wholeheartedly. It was all worth it.

(Alright, I did what was voted for on the discussion thread. And now I feel TERRIBLE for those students. It's never a fun day when the undead comes to greet your morning class. XD)

[Ravenshadow17]

Alia Vanderee I 17 I Human footsoldier for resistance (spy for vampires) I Telepathy I Straight I Location: Glory City I Tags: Charlie, Vaxas, Gene, Alby

"Thanks Charlie." Alia stated gratefully, taking the bandages. She followed Alby to the nurses office. "Do you want me tend to his wounds? I have some field medicine experience?" She asked quietly. Alia felt like she needed to stay until she was certain everyone involved was going to be ok. Alia bit her lip, feeling worried for everyone. She felt a slight pang of guilt for being a spy at that moment. She quickly shook her head to steel herself. There was no going back. She had taken an oath of loyalty.

[hellb0und]

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ＬＩＬＩＴＨ ／ ＴＨＥ ＶＡＭＰＩＲＥ ☣
“𝐆𝐔𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐄𝐃, 𝐈 𝐂𝐀𝐍 𝐁𝐋𝐎𝐖 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐃, 𝐌𝐖𝐀𝐇 !”
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At the suggestion of using powers I shook my head. Humans may have been weak but surely not stupid. Had they figured out our powers it'd ultimately seal our fates. Even the undead could still be killed. It was also an advantage, them not knowing what powers we possessed. Though before I could inform the two that this idea was weak, the queen did it for me. I kept my gaze on her as she continued on, finally giving out one specific task for all of us. While teamwork wasn't something I was good at, I knew what it meant. Humans meant The Slums, which also meant food. Nobody would think twice about why I was there or question me, either. At the mention of my name I stopped. Growling out of anger. Majority of the group scurries out the large doors, all understandably restless. You dumbass, can't just keep your mouth shut, can you? I had expected this, though. I knew very well there would be consequences for my actions. Let's see where this one lands ya! I instinctively prepared myself for a fight. Even if this wasn't the idea she'd had in mind, our anger combined would sure as hell end in one. I watch as the queen tells Terrance she'd like a written report on why he'd shown up late then turns away. Though this time it wasn't just me, it was another familiar face who seemed to enjoy causing trouble as well, Lucien. Even if he was the first progenitor, he still did everything in his power to push Thorne's buttons. I ignored his comment, though didn't miss the wink he'd given me. He'd turned away before I could return the favor. I ended up trailing behind the two, my fingers clenched into fists. The queen enters first, and I end up last. I proceed to await what would happen next, weighing the idea of death. Even so, all I do is stand motionless, staring at her.

[Pistol Annie #1 NPC]

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ALBIZIA "ALBY" JIN
☀ THE TANK & THIRD IN COMMAND ☀

FEMALE ☀ 25 ☀ 6'1" ☀ REGENERATION

☀ TAGGED ☀
The Troublemakers

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That smile was still plastered determinedly to her face as Alby looked up at the new arrival. At first her face was a blur, but after a couple seconds, she recognized the same footsoldier who wanted to help them earlier.
"Oh, of course! I'll move," Albizia said as she dragged herself aside. She had been sitting right in front of the bed, leaning her back against the frame. Now that she was out of the way, Alia might find it easier tending to Vaxas.
"Once you're done, could you turn out the lights when you leave? Vaxas needs his sleepy time." She murmured, sounding pretty feverish herself. Alby had forgotten to hit the lights. Now that she remembered, she would move her undead slacker's butt off the floor and turn them off herself, but... Alia probably needed them for work.
This worked for Alby. She didn't want to move much when she was recovering from this hideous injury.