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Post by Kass the Travelling Minstrel on Aug 1, 2016 0:28:32 GMT -5
There they are, the baes
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Post by The Blue Adept on Aug 1, 2016 0:30:16 GMT -5
they have arrived. now who to throw at Connie is the question
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Post by Kass the Travelling Minstrel on Aug 1, 2016 0:31:36 GMT -5
Oh boy oh boyyy
Look I'm tempted to say the zombie broski just cuz
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Post by The Blue Adept on Aug 1, 2016 0:34:24 GMT -5
zombie bro just shows up like 'HEY friend u need a hand there buddy' and tries not to get shot
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Post by Kass the Travelling Minstrel on Aug 1, 2016 0:40:54 GMT -5
Omg Connie has had her full of zombies for a life time, fear for urs bro
I think I'm having her backstory pretty much the same as her original form, since it was a slightly more advanced world, and I imagine some weird, corrupt experiments would show up. I mean, mkultra was a thing, I doubt her backstory is too far fetched
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Post by The Blue Adept on Aug 1, 2016 0:48:56 GMT -5
[ i have not thought a lick about backstory yet oops ]
"Ah, piss."
Dropping a once-fresh body into the dirt at the sound of a distant gunshot, Ambrose whipped his head around in the direction of the noise. Now, hearing gunshots was nothing unusual but considering he didn't fit into any sort of 'friendly and innocent' category, he preferred to not be around anyone firing them. Although, considering that these suburbs were practically empty, he doubted this person was out for his hide, or what little of it he had left.
Wiping the blood from his mouth with the back of his hand, the man took a quick glance at the half-eaten body at his feet, feeling the buzz of hunger start to wane and fade, settling into it's usual faint hum. As much as he would've liked to stick around and pick the poor person clean, he knew he had to take off. Slinging his bag over his shoulder, he picked his way out of a boarded-up backyard and back onto the crumbling paved road heading back out towards Farbranch.
In his rush to leave, he had hardly noticed that the direction of the gunshot happened to be the one he was heading in, and was nearly trampled by a fancy stallion with an ungraceful yelp. Oops.
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Post by Kass the Travelling Minstrel on Aug 1, 2016 1:00:55 GMT -5
Thankfully I already had it aha cuz I'm normally the same
"Fancy stallion" psh
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Post by The Blue Adept on Aug 1, 2016 1:06:07 GMT -5
dang son ur raising the bar aren't ya
look he's just a humble zombie he ain't seen many horses like that one
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Post by Kass the Travelling Minstrel on Aug 1, 2016 1:09:39 GMT -5
Connie really wished everything was made out of soft, sound-dampening pillows right about now. With the clanging of metal scavenged from that car crashing about in her pack, the hooves of Victory, aka Viccy, sounding too loud against the pavement, and the upsetting noises behind her, everything was too much. She squeezed her eyes shut, taking a deep breath to ease the growing pain in her head, she was shocked back to anxiety by Viccy making a noise. Was that Vic?
No, that was a distinctly human noise. Brow furrowed in thick confusion, a sharp tug to the reigns slowed the stallion down, turning a quarter way towards the man. What the hell was someone doing all the way out here? And looking so... unarmed. Now instead an eyebrow quirked up with a vague tilt of her head. "You're running the wrong way, mate. Miles and miles of choice, the livin' one's this way." She jerked a thumb in the direction she had been headed.
Now, Connie didn't like to seem vulnerable or particularly friendly, it kinda killed her vibe, but she was curious about this guy. Not to mention she had just run him over with her horse. Whoops. She figured it was common courtesy to at least talk to the man. "Oh, and uh, sorry about Vic. We weren't expecting to run into anyone out here." She grimaced, "literally."
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Post by The Blue Adept on Aug 1, 2016 14:41:58 GMT -5
gooood morning/afternoon i have not been awake long enough oops
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Post by The Blue Adept on Aug 1, 2016 19:56:44 GMT -5
Ambrose had stumbled so hard that he landed hard in the dirt, face-first, bag sliding up and knocking his hat off. This was really not quite how he pictured he'd be spending his afternoon. He laid there for a fraction of a second before scrambling back to his feet, getting all tangled up in his poncho in an effort to slap his hat back on his head. At the very least, this woman was not aiming her gun at him, although he wasn't sure how long that'd last. Giving himself a quick brush-down, he took a step back and tipped his hat to her.
"Nah, pardon me, It was me who wasn' expectin' to find anyone else out here, much less a horse," he laughed a bit in a low and dusty voice, gesturing to her and her horse with a curt wave of his hand. Taking a long look, he noticed the girl looked to have some pretty nice things, if her fancy horse wasn't already a bit of a give away. In any other situation he'd be talking up a storm, but considering his position, trying to rob her might not work out. Yet.
"Mind I ask what you're doin' way out here all by yerself?"
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Post by amberice on Aug 2, 2016 17:27:15 GMT -5
heyo peeps
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Post by The Blue Adept on Aug 2, 2016 18:36:36 GMT -5
hello hello my dude what's up
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Post by amberice on Aug 2, 2016 18:42:30 GMT -5
nm m'blue, what's new with you?
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Post by The Blue Adept on Aug 2, 2016 19:12:34 GMT -5
slackin off watchin youtube lol wbu?
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Post by amberice on Aug 2, 2016 19:35:36 GMT -5
Battling my laptop once more :\
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Post by The Blue Adept on Aug 2, 2016 19:42:40 GMT -5
again? good lord your laptop has some kinda personal vendetta now. hope u can get it fixed dude that sucks!
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Post by amberice on Aug 2, 2016 21:02:32 GMT -5
it just keeps randomly restarting on me. I think I have an issue with the fans and it's overheating or something
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