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Disclaimer:  No copyright infringement is/was intended.  This is a work of fiction.  Any names related to persons living or deceased are strictly coincidental. 

 

The Out of Character Thread for this RP turned Fan Fiction can be found here.

 

The original creator behind the idea for :Alive: is Yosuke.  It is with his permission that I started the rebooted RP.  By my own accord, I turned the dead RP into this fan fiction.

 

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Prelude

 

BGM:  Entrance, The Eden Project

 

The north was hit first.  Canada.  New York.  Chicago.  Olympia.  And it all happened so incredibly fast.  In an instance, human life throughout the world was being erased, pushed to its very edge.  Wave upon wave, they bombarded the human race without relenting.  No one was safe.  No man, woman, or child was not selected to be slaughtered, eaten, bruised, captured, or beaten.  And it was at this darkest hour, that a mere seven people were encased in a bright golden light, temporarily impervious to the onslaught of the invaders.  And all around them, the skies burned, and their families and friends fell victim to an enemy they could have never seen coming.  But before these seven could be destroyed along with the rest of the world, they were sent through time and space in order to correct this series of events.  This chaos that had befallen the earth, would soon be declared the "Day of Silence" in what remained of human history.  And where were the last remaining human beings sent to, you ask?  The future of course.  Ten years from now, in the year 2027, seven people are given the opportunity to find the reasoning, the way, and the methods to bringing down a species so far advanced, that human technology could not prevent them from taking over the planet.  

 

And to make matters worse, a being by the name of Zephiel, claims to be behind the sudden saving of the selected seven humans.  With what little power remaining, he placed the seven survivors into one the city of New Orleans, not far from the town's largest landmark:  the Superdome.  And as they awake, they stumble, upon seeing the crumbling remains of their once beautiful planet.  Most every major structure has been destroyed, run down, or dilapidated.  Lost and confused, the first thing our survivors did was to check their pockets, for any familiar remains or personal belongings. Fortunately, they each had a cell phone, which was working, believe it or not.  And upon turning on their cell phones, they would soon discover that what they were seeing was in fact reality.  On their phones, a new application had installed itself.  The application glowed brightly, as if reaching out to them to activate it.  This application was, "the Survival App".  It was the only reliable source of information they had regarding this new world, and what lie ahead of them.

 

And what did the world have to offer these seven people in a time of no comfort?  The dark orange sky that seemed to cry out in agony, the empty streets that were devoid of human life, and the harsh, cold winds that blew only fear and disgust were very, very real.  And all around them, eyes watched in hunger, anxiety, and excitement.  Eyes that were nothing even remotely close to human, but instead filled with a lust for flesh and blood.  Fortunately, the survivors would be guided to their destination by a bright, golden cross.  However, so would their foes.  And the first thing they would be doing in this new world would be running.  They would sprint with every ounce of strength they could muster, until they entered into what would soon be their new home.  And upon staggering inside, an invisible, but powerful barrier would heed their pursuers until another day.  But their stride would not end there.  There was much to do, much to learn, and very little time to do it all.  The survivors would run with all of their hearts and souls, towards that bright light, that seemed to be their only hope, with only one goal in mind:

 

to stay Alive.

 

 

The winds were harsh, kicking up heavy dust and mild debris.  What few trees that still stood were barren, and were being swayed in the wind.  Cars were covered in rust and dust, and the streets were disturbingly lifeless.  The sun was dark, being heavily clouded by a sickening brown fog that seemed to close around the sky.  Eyes carefully observed their surroundings, as seven new, unlikely life forms crept into an abandoned arena.  But they wouldn't sit back and watch a free meal simply get up and walk away.  They lunged from the shadows, taking into account that this was their world now.  They attacked quickly, and with purpose, intent on blood.  But as their cowardice prey retreated into the large structure, they were held back by a powerful, but invisible magical barrier.  With rage they slammed at the wall that seemed to keep them at bay, but to no avail.  Their targets disappeared into a parking lot, with a large ground floor that led into an even bigger Superdome.

 

Inside, the Survivors found themselves walking onto the field of the now dilapidated football stadium.  The once green field that had formerly been painted with symbols for home and away teams had faded, turning brown and ragged.  The stadium was of course empty, and even the slightest noise could be heard throughout it, echoing all over.  It was easy enough to get into the stands from the playing field, and vice versa, so the survivors had plenty of room to work.  There were tables stacked neatly along the walls of the bottom level of the seating stands entry way, with steel chairs accompanying them.  Two stacks of four milk crates were stacked neatly beside the large folding tables, and an assortment of boxes littered with maps of the Superdome, t-shirts, t-shirt cannons, props, and other paraphernalia accompanied everything else.

 

Upon reaching center field, the survivors were greeted by a powerful explosion, knocking them onto their backsides as the force and shock from the suddenly appearing Golden Cross had just reoccurred.  Zephiel had now made his presence known, appearing to the survivors in a translucent form.  He was covered in what appeared to be decorative ceremonial robes, wielding an enormous staff which was embroidered with symbols and carvings of an alien language.  His bald head was shrouded by the mist that made up his current shape, and his pointed ears appeared to dance as he turned his head to observe the seven survivors before him.  His form towered over the Survivors, unintentionally intimidating.  When he spoke, a droll but fatherly voice boomed over the stadium, with a powerful, vibrating echo.

 

"Greetings, Survivors.  I am Zephiel, and I will assist you in what I assume you cannot possibly understand," he said as he waved a hand.  A vision of earth appeared before the survivors, as they stood back up to get a better look at it.  "This is your planet, Earth.  It has been overrun by a race of powerful cur, named Ma-jin.  These Majin are incredibly dangerous, and are the sole reason you are in the predicament you are at this time."  The Earth began to spin, stopping on the Western Hemisphere.  "You are currently in the United States of America, and have been relocated to the state of Louisiana.  The largest city-state among this is New Orleans, which you currently reside.  But before I go further, allow me to address when you are."

 

The Earth illusion remained still, as it zoomed into the outside of the Superdome, and flashed occasionally between the small area that surrounded it.  "You have been transported ten years into the future, in order to save the past--in order to save your world," he said pointing his staff at the Earth that the survivors were currently staring into.  "The Majin race have completely devoured the human race, except for you.  It was your dormant power--your Fayth--that has protected you and the reason you were chosen to end the tyranny of the Majin.  But you must find their source.  You must find when, where, and how the Majin arrived on Earth.  Only in doing so can you return to the past, to prevent this future from ever occurring."  With that, the Earth disappeared, and the survivors turned their heads back up to Zephiel.  "The tool you carry with you--the Survival Application--has been recreated to fit your Earth devices, and made easy for you to use.  And with it, comes a guide.  And her name is Yuel."  

 

At this moment, the Survival application opened on the red headed girl's phone, against her will.  An illuminated fairy like creature appeared as a hologram from the girl's phone, her bright silver wings fluttering as she spoke.  "Greetings, heroes!" Yuel chirped excitedly.  "Yuel's here to battle!  Well, not really, you have all the powers and stuff.  But I'll be your guide through the Survival app, and I'll be here to answer whatever questions you may have when old man Zephy isn't around."

 

Zephiel shot the fairy a nasty look, before returning to his point.  "As Yuel has stated, she will be your guide to combating the Majin, and making it to your target destination.  Where that is, is currently unknown.  However, Yuel is a very intelligent creature, and will prove to be useful in your journey.  Do note, that if even one of you dies, you will all fail, and your mission will be over.  You will be trapped in this period of time.  Permanently, until your own deaths.  Good luck, survivors.  May your journey be fruitful."  And with that same powerful explosion, Zephiel disappeared into nothingness.

 

Yuel, who still floated outside of Christina's phone, disappeared back inside of it, and replicated herself multiple times to appear out of each individual survivor's phones, as she began to bark orders.

 

"Listen up!  We've got a lot of work to do!  I don't know where to begin, and I hardly know where you are, but stuff is going to happen and its going to happen now!  Oh, and, er, I should mention, that this location will only be protected for so long.  Now that Zephiel is gone, his barrier of protection will begin to fade.  There's no telling when, but its going to happen.  I suggest gathering supplies as soon as possible, and reinforcing what little you have.  And of course, if you need me, or you can't reach one of the other survivors, I'll be ready for action," she said cheering up.  

 

But how does one suddenly go out and save the world with six strangers at their back?  Who were these people and how could they be trusted?  This was a rather dangerous mission, and it had been issued suddenly and without warning.  And to top it off, no one could die.  No one wanted to die.  So what was their goal?  To live?  Or to just stay alive?


 

End of Prelude


 

Chapter 1:  A Fresh Start

 

Blackness. That was the first thing Mia Greyson noticed as she awoke from what felt like a very, very long sleep. Groggily rubbing the tiredness from her eyes the silver-haired teen slowly began to take in her surroundings.

 

"What's happened...?" The smell of ash and burning assaulted Mia's senses as she began to observe the destroyed state of her surroundings. One might imagine that for most people waking up in a world of fire and brimstone would be scary, enough to even break them psychologically. To know their entire world had literally come crumbling down around them, and yet...

 

"I see..."

 

was all Mia could offer up. She felt no emotion, no sorrow, no gladness. She was simply empty... as it should be. Around her, others seemed to be stirring to, awakening to the hellscape that surrounded them. Mia imagined many of them would probably freak out. She really didn't take time to notice what the others reactions might be.  No, Mia's attention had already shifted to the growling sound she had noticed. It appeared that several inhuman looking creatures had appeared, and moving in a rather predatory manner.

 

Leisurely Mia rose to her feet, and pointed at one of the creatures, her own attempt to notify the others of the creatures, before turning on her heels to walk in the other direction from them. It seemed Mia's intent to flee did not go unnoticed, as the creature's speed increased, and they seemed to spring into an attack. Mia couldn't really say what happened, maybe some latent survival instinct kicked in, who knows, but for some reason Mia found herself running as fast as her short legs could carry her from the area. Not sure of exactly where she was running to, Mia soon found herself on the field of a football stadium, the creatures nowhere in sight.

 

"Where'd they go... I wonder?" Before this question could be answered however, a robed figure appeared before the group of survivors with a large explosion. This new person was quite familiar to Mia. It was the one who had saved her from death.

 

There, Zephiel's words echoed throughout the stadium as the survivors all gathered around its center.

 

Rather than join the others, Mia backed away slowly aiming to separate herself from the others. They were the last people left alive in the world, huh? What an interesting development. Mia almost laughed to herself.  It was funny, the world had quite literally come crumbling down, and yet Mia could still not get close to these people. She could still could not find it in herself to try to connect with them or understand them. So insteads Mia simply looked around the length of the stadium, rather aimlessly wandering around it in hopes of finding something semi-useful.

 

Alone with her thoughts Mia turned the idea of being the hero to save the human race over and over in her head. The old world had not been kind to him, yet he imagined most of the others would much rather return to that world, and quite frankly Mia sighed, resignedly resuming his search for useful items.

 

 

Jared stared back at Yuel, his expression completely blank from the shock of what he had just been told. "...damn it." were the first words that the boy actually managed to utter. Ironically, these were also the very first words he had said when he had originally awoken in this hell hole.  Taking a drag from the cigarette that had been hanging from the side of his mouth, Jared exhaled deeply, causing a cloud of smoke to wash over the pixie-fairy-sprite- or whatever the hell this Yuel-thing was, causing her to cough violently.

 

"Hey! What gives?! Is that how you tre-" Almost positive that she had already said everything that would be useful in their predicament, Jared casually slid his phone back into his pocket, causing Yuel's voice to be reduced to muffled shouts from within the fabric of his trousers. He didn't have time to exchange banter if it was true that whatever was stalking him earlier would be able to enter the stadium soon. . . Majin, huh? Couldn't they have thought of a better name for them?

 

Sighing loudly, the boy took a moment to inspect the faces of his fellow survivors. "Hm, they're all just a bunch of normal people, huh?" He thought with a hint of disappointment, before blowing out another small puff of smoke. From what he could tell, the woman with the red hair was the oldest of the bunch, and the little one in the skirt was the youngest. The rest seemed to all be around his age, with none of them really standing out in particular besides the Goth. Allowing his gaze to slide up and down the girl's figure for a moment, Jared let loose another sigh; had he not been suddenly thrusted into a life or death battle for the survival of the human race, he'd probably tell her that she was pretty cute. Oh well, apparently he'd be seeing a lot of her anyway, right?

 

"Hey." His nerves now calmed, Jared flicked his cigarette to the side and stepped towards the rest of the group, his voice making it very apparent that he wasn't thrilled about being the first to speak up. "Let's not turn this into speed dating.  I'm Jared Strider." As he spoke, the boy combed his fingers through the back of his hair, something that he only did when he was thinking or very irritated. "I'm 19, and from New York." He paused for a moment to watch the the girl in the skirt wander off. Shaking his head and sighing, the boy continued. "I'm sure you guys saw those things out there too, right? After we get acquainted, I say we find a place further in this joint to hold up until we get our shit sorted out . . ."

 

 

The survivors were all spread out as they were brought to this new world, separated from their kin, and left to fend for themselves for the most part. Destiny Barrach was one of those survivors, and as she scanned her surroundings, she noted there was not a single thing that wasn't in ruin.

 

"Well ain't this ironic," Destiny mused aloud, "Our world would always prosper, they said. Life would never truly hit rock bottom, they said. Bloody conformists."

 

Des shook her head just after she said this to herself. What she was thinking in her head wasn't accurate. What she was seeing wasn't right. Hell, if she didn't know any better, Des would've outright assumed this would just be another one of the umpteen nightmares that she often suffered from from time to time, and if that were true, then she'd wake up a few seconds later after some cheap scare tactic was executed. As such, Des knew exactly what to expect as she examined the decimated city that lay before her. Sure enough, various intimidating figures materialized and vanished from her vision, and one of these figures had spotted Des from the distance and growled at her, no doubt licking its chops as it sized her up as some sort of meal. . .probably breakfast judging by the current time of day. Des slowly backed away from this thing, not because she was scared of it, but because quite frankly there was no other option. Except that didn't go to plan . . .

 

"Fucking... wanker... P.E. teacheeee--EEEEEEEK!!" Des shrieked as she narrowly evaded a bite from the mysterious beast's fangs, adrenaline pumping as she tried her damnedest to keep ahead of it.

 

Thankfully, Des caught a break. Although she herself managed to pass through just fine, the beast crashed straight into an invisible barrier just as it made one last reach for the flesh on her bones. It gnawed at the barrier for quite some time to no avail, before abandoning its prey and leaving Des to recover her stamina. Des was extremely perplexed; she knew damn well that a few seconds ago was about her cue to wake the hell up screaming, but that just wasn't the case. Perhaps that scare tactic wasn't enough. . . but what could possibly be next? A second beast popping up from under the ground just as Des turned her back on the first one? Or maybe she'd look up at the sky after unexpectedly sweating heavily, only to realize the sun was on a collision course, that being right on top of her. Or maybe Des' body weight might be too much for the weakened ground to hold, her falling into a jagged crevice and dying as a result. Or perhaps. . . just perhaps. . .

 

"Oh, bloody hell," Destiny muttered under her breath as she caught sight of the other survivors. More conformists; just what she needed. But then all of a sudden it'd hit her. The destruction that New Orleans, where everyone had seemed to wind up, was real. The beast that was trying to eat Des and gobble her up was real. Hell, the fact that Des could've died back there just because she was that incompetent at running was real. It all hit her rather hard, but after a while, Des shook it off.

 

Two beings by the name of Yuel and Zephiel explained everything, and one of the survivors broke apart from the rest of them. Destiny herself wouldn't have been too happy to spend life with six complete strangers either, but she'd have done if she knew she didn't have a choice. Maybe this other survivor needed to be reminded of it. Or maybe they needed some space so that what they were told could sink in. Des kept an eye out nonetheless. Hopefully this person wouldn't be stupid and go out to throw their life away.

 

 

The world began to spin within Riku's head. Everything had been coming down around him in his life and now he found out that everything in the world was destroyed by some horrific race of monsters. He wasn't selfish enough to think that this had anything to do with him initially; in fact he knew that his own personal crap mattered very little in the grand scheme of things, but it still felt as if he were being further crushed by these events.  In the past few weeks Riku had lost his father, his girlfriend, his best friend, and now everyone and everything Riku had left was gone.  A small tear began to form on the edge of his eye, but he managed to blink it away before the others saw it. The last thing he wanted was for anyone to see him burst into tears.

 

Looking around at the others, and forming a few first thoughts on them, Riku decided it would be best to help in looking for supplies. It had appeared as if the Superdome had been in the process of being turned into an emergency outpost for survivors before it was overrun by the Majin, as there were a few cots set out as out well as what looked like what was going to be a medical tent. Food appeared to be scarce, but there was a chance some of the medicine was still good. It was better than just ignoring something that could possibly save their lives. However, just wandering off would have been a poor idea, so before leaving, he gestured to the nearest person, who happened to be the busty Goth chick, then said:

 

"I'm . . . gonna check that tent for any supplies okay?"

 

As he approached the tent another thought occurred to him. Hadn't they been chased into the dome by some of those Majin?  And didn't the other thing, Zephiel or whatever, say that the barrier around the Superdome was coming down? If that were true, then soon the Super Dome could turn into a battlefield. Riku wasn't sure that they were ready or equipped for a real fight just yet, and he wasn't sure that he'd even be able to stand his own if it came to that. He was, as Riku usually put it, just average. Not particularly smart or athletic, he had no unique properties or capabilities. Completely average.

 

In any case, it was best if they moved quickly. A least that was what Riku thought as he rummaged  through the tent, picking up as much medicine as he could find that hadn't expired or in some cases, been soaked in blood. That was one thing that he'd noticed. The field was splattered with blood all about, but there were no bodies in sight. Not even bones. Did these Majin eat the bones as well or were they just brought back to some nest for some reason? What exactly were these things anyways? Riku supposed that was part of what he had to find out.

 

Taking all that he found useful--a few old bandages, a half empty bottle of Tylenol, a few antibiotics, and ointment-- and crammed it into a small backpack near him, then walked out of the tent somewhat hastily, then rushed back to the group with the pack over his shoulder. As he did, the voice from his phone chirped up again.

 

"There's really no need to be in such a rush yet Riku. Those Majin gave up after you got here." Yuel said, prompting Riku to pull his phone from his pocket.

 

"You can tell where they are?"

 

"From a certain distance yes. I DO specialize in mapping and tracking as well as several other skills I think you'll find quite helpful here!" The small digital girl straightened herself out as she spoke, clearly proud of herself, then smiled at Riku. "Anyways, the others are introducing themselves. So far we know that Jared likes to breath smoke in the screens of cute young ladies like me. .  that jerk . . ."

 

This actually managed to make Riku laugh a little as he rejoined the others just as the introductions began.

 

Jared Strider. He was the first to talk. A real badboy from the look of it. Riku had seen people like him at the school he used to go to all the time. Adults saw them as trouble makers, but they were usually the ones that Riku found it easy to get along with. In fact, Jared actually reminded Riku a little of Yusuke when he first met him, but without--at least he hoped without--the backstabbing betrayal features.

 

"I agree. Oh! Um, I-I'm Riku. Riku Satsura. I'm eighteen and just entered college. I grew up in Tokyo, specifically the Minato ward." Riku looked nervously around at the others who were now looking to him, blushing a little bit before continuing. "Umm I found a little bit of medicine. I hoped for more, but it looked like this was all I could find really. Anyways, Yuel says those . . . things . . . left earlier, but they might still know we're here. So I think . . . maybe we should follow Jared's plan and look for somewhere safer."

 

 

Well, this sure was quite the pickle good ol' Leroy had gotten himself into.  He supposed it wasn't his fault though, and as the being in the sky calling itself Zephiel droned on about their situation, Leroy couldn't help but be totally confused.  This area wasn't familiar to him.  It was way to urban to be the outback that he had called home moments before being transported here.  The atmosphere was all rusted and bleak as well.  Before he had stumbled upon this stadium, he had heard the low roars and grumbles of what were supposedly the "Majin", but luckily Leroy was fast on his feet, and made it to the safest looking place in time.  The world had gone to shit, but it was a world that Leroy was going to somehow stay alive in.

 

His phone was speaking to him.  So far that was only the second strangest thing to happen to him today.  

 

"Oi!  You're quite the spunky brewstah' aint ya?  We're gonna need a cheery attitude like that in this dump now ain't we?  It was nice meeting ya Yuel!"  Leroy placed his phone back into his pocket.  So if he had understood everything, the barrier that was protecting them was going to fade?  Guess they couldn't save the planet from within a bubble.  Leroy also had forgotten about these other youngsters who were in this abandoned stadium as well.  They all seemed distant, not to mention frazzled about their new situation.  However, one guy spoke before anyone else had, flicking his cigarette to the turf.

 

Leroy smiled.  He took a guess that now was his time to shine!  He pounded on his chest and shouted.  "OI!  The name's Leroy Scott!  Been on this planet for about seventeen years now!  Currently attending High School in Sydney, Australia.  Good on you Jared for breakin' that thick ice surroundin the place!"  Leroy walked up to the Japanese boy and slapped his hands down onto his shoulders.  He smiled at him.  "And good on you too Riku!  Taking that initiative to find some supplies.  This numb skull o' mine woulndta' even thought about scavenging around the place, despite my outback survival skills!  Not many unattended stadiums we have next to the ol' red rocks if you know what I mean?"  The rest of the group looked reluctant to speak.  Two females preferred to stick to the back.  A girl with bright red hair took his attention next, and he had to concentrate really hard to make sure his jaw didn't drop on the spot.  Another man of Asian descent was also due for an intro. "Well, whoever you lot are, It's grand to get to survive with you all!  I can tell we're gonna be the best of mates!"  


 


 

She ducked, dived, rolled, and dodged her way towards the giant golden cross in the sky.  Whatever it was that was chasing her, she was sure she couldn't be dreaming.  They were fast, but obviously not that bright.  And it looked as though all of that dedication to boxing wasn't going to pay off right now.  Leaping past a stone barricade, Christina reached the underside of an abandoned parking lot, just as one of the many raging monsters behind her slammed into a powerful barrier, seemingly erected from nowhere.  She tried her best to rationalize it, but after waking up to this, she was already exhausted.  She placed her back against a concrete wall, and slid to the floor.  "Why the hell am I in New Orleans?" she wondered to herself.  She had recognized the Dome from football games she would watch with her dad, and of course hearing about the city's hurricanes, but that was about all she knew about the city.  She was breathing heavily, and she could feel her heart racing.  She had to calm down and figure out just what the hell was going on.  Panicking wasn't going to get her anywhere.  Christina took a deep breath, holding her hand over her heart.  That golden cross had been the only sign of anything that didn't seem to want to doom her to a certain death, so she was obviously welcome in the Superdome. But who sent a signal like that?  And were they trustworthy?  Christina decided to check things out, albeit warily.  She stood back up at last, got her bearings, and rounded the next nearest corner.  She walked up a slight cement incline, and found herself wandering into the middle of a bloodied and dried football field.

 

Inside, others were gathered at center field, no sign of monsters among them.  Christina approached carefully, but was knocked backwards when the dome erupted again, and a strange looking gentleman who called himself Zephiel appeared before herself and the others.

 

He went on to explain the situation, and how Christina and these six others were apparently chosen as the saviors of the human race.  He explained that monsters had apparently devoured all of their friends and family, and that now, they were supposed to just get up and bring the bastards down.  And to top it all off, this place wasn't going to continue being a safe haven for much longer.  As Mr. Zephiel disappeared, his apprentice of sorts decided to let them know that the barrier protecting them would fade.  Lovely, isn't it?

 

Christina let out a rather exasperated sigh, as Zephiel vanished and Yuel introduced herself.  The little lady sprite had the right idea however.  There was a lot to do, and apparently one other also understood this.  A boy of Asian descent made his first venture one to the medical tent established in the middle of the football field.  It seemed this place had been previously set up as a place of refuge, similarly as if a terrible hurricane had occurred.  Another girl appeared to be backing away, as if this whole thing was too much for her.  Christina couldn't blame her, however.  This wasn't exactly easy to take in.  Christina however, was suddenly overcome with a feeling of anxiety and angst.  Not out of worry, or fear, but more one she was comfortable with.  Right now, this situation was bleak, but she was used to that setting.

 

She had seen the bottom of the barrel and she had scraped up scraps from it.  She turned bottomed out situations totally upside down before.  This wouldn't be the first time, and she would make damn sure it wasn't the last.  Right now, the stage had been set and her challenger had been named.  She heard the announcer's voice in her head, as the stage lights came down.  

 

"In the red corner, Majin, destroyer of the human race!"

 

She followed the crowd's eyes, and felt the pain in their boos.

 

"In the blue corner, all the way from California, weighing in at one hundred and thirty-five pounds, your leading human champion, Chrissssssssssstinaaaaaaaaaaaa  Yaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaatesssss!"

 

They erupted into cheers and applause, standing to their feet, and--

 

Christina had managed to daze off into one of her boxing fantasies, but was snapped back to the harsh reality as someone finally broke the ice.  Jared seemed to be the stereotypical New Yorker.  They had all seemed to carry that heavy attitude with them if they toured Cali.  But she could of course be wrong.  But this one seemed to have his head on his shoulders.  He had analyzed what he wanted to do, introduced himself and got right to the point.  But before Christina had a chance to introduce herself, the Asian kid returned, a backpack full of medicine behind him.  

 

So he was Japanese.  Close enough.  Well.  He was quick to hop  up and leave the station, yeah?  Christina was going to make sure that wasn't a bad habit.   But of course, before any of the ladies could speak, another gentleman thought it upon himself to eye them, cheer in his voice.  He had a hell of an accent, and it was thicker than syrup.  

 

Ah, so he was from Australia.  Well, it was no surprise he was cheery.  Christina read about Australia before.  It was a destination she wanted to tour in her boxing career--which had ended before it started, thanks to the Majin--and the place was huge.  With that in mind, so was every critter and animal out there.  These Majin were probably just household pets to this guy.  Then he gave Christina an interesting look.  He was eyeballing Christina hungrily.  He was either a Majin, or--this was not the time and place!  

 

Christina slid her phone back into her pocket, taking a mental note to ask Yuel some questions later.  Trying her best to not give in to the gloom and doom, Christina spread her arms wide as she introduced herself, and walked in front of Jared and Leroy.  "Since we're all givin' grand introductions, you can call me Christina," she said with a smile.  "I'm the best damn boxer you know, and the best one you'll ever meet.  And with that established, the last thing I think we should do right now is to leave immediately."

 

It was still dark out.  Sprawling across a city you didn't know in the dark surrounded by the enemy seemed like a bad idea.

 

"I say we search this bucket for every canned good, water source, boards, and planks that we can find.  If that barrier thing is coming down, we need to be ready for those Majin dudes.  And right now," she said pointing to the two opposite sides of the football field, where teams would normally enter or exit the field.  "There are two gaping holes in that plan.  And if we board both of 'em up, we're screwed if we get over run."  Christina walked over to one of the milk crates and snatched a map from inside of it.  She kicked over a table and stretched out its legs, and opened the map of the stadium wide.  "Let's figure out what's where and make a game plan."

 

 

Amaris couldn't move nor bring himself to move after this explanation from Zephiel. His fists clenched tightly as he could only think about this tragedy that befell the world he once called home . . .but this was not his home. . . this wasn't HIS world.

 

He watched as a few of the survivors began moving, searching for supplies and even to make the introductions they needed. But his thoughts began to stop as he heard a voice.

 

"Amaris?"

 

"Oh . . .I'm sorry Yuel. Please don't mind that. . . I. . . sorta tend to do that." Amaris said sheepishly, rubbing the back of his head as he held up the phone.

 

"What the 'staring into space thinking' thing?"

 

"Y-Yeah, that."

 

A few bubbles popped up the screen as Yuel began to speak again. "On that note, Zephiel did say I was a guide on your journey! Would you like me to run a tutorial, real quick?" Amaris only nodded, as Yuel continued. "I also come with a Majin Bestiary list, which will help you in identifying the monsters you and your fellow survivors run into. However, since you haven't run into any yet, the list is barren." Suddenly, a PING sound was heard as a file quickly was pulled up. "Oh delightful! It seems you and your fellow survivors have their first entry! An Elusive Screecher! Contributed to the list by a Mr. Riku Satsura!"

 

"Now that's kinda handy." Amaris smiled as he put the phone away, before approaching the group as the introductions began.

 

It was strange to see that these survivors were from all walks of life, so to speak. Though he was definitely happy to see that there was another Japanese person here. Now he didn't really feel alone. But still, it would be rude not to give the proper introductions.

 

"I'm Amaris Ishida of Kyoto...but I live in Tokyo." Amaris started, rubbing the back of his head. "I'm a kendo champion and . . .well . . .to be honest, I'm still wondering why I'm even here as humanity's last hope. I mean. . . I'm sure you all thought the same."

 

 

 
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Chapter 1:  A Home of Champions

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Ya know I think that pipe part I did actually good on...one of my best posts...not the best one but one of the good ones ^^

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Ya know I think that pipe part I did actually good on...one of my best posts...not the best one but one of the good ones ^^

 

I like it actually.  Tis why I kept it.  But right now the first chapters are just me putting our work together.  The rest will be hand written.


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:c that departure has some feels fam...

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:c that departure has some feels fam...

 

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Things getting pretty intense now...

 

I'm happy to see how well your bringing these survivors that were played by separate people in the RP and pretty much keeping with that mentality when writing this. Well done so far!

 

Excited to know what happens in Ch. 8!


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Chapter Eight done.  Somebody in deep doodie :c


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Chapter 9 ending...what the....o.o

 

Pleeeeeeeeaaaaasssse tell me that the others will be able to do this! And if so...PLEASE GIVE ME A HEADS UP WHEN AMARIS DOES IT!! XD

 

And I'm looking forward to the rest of 10!


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Chapter 9 ending...what the....o.o

 

Pleeeeeeeeaaaaasssse tell me that the others will be able to do this! And if so...PLEASE GIVE ME A HEADS UP WHEN AMARIS DOES IT!! XD

 

And I'm looking forward to the rest of 10!

 

I'm having trouble finding time to write lately, despite the creativity running through my head.  I don't want to spoil too much, but there's something fun in store for every main character.


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