OOC: I’m leaving my previous post up, because I believe they were valid concerns and don’t necessarily pertain to just LK. He just happened to catch me on a bad day.
Shari, I apologize for my liberties, but as the GM and having mentioned the style of RPing that I’ve laid out in this thread, this is something that you should expect. If you are unhappy with liberties that either I or anyone else takes, you have the right to correct them in your following posts, or to address specifically what was wrong in OOC or PM. I would be happy to edit or correct such issues in my following posts.
On another note, I particularly like the direction you decided to take.
LK, I would prefer if you didn’t take a defensive tone.
My primary suggestion is that you be clearer and more specific about everything. Even though this is first person, clarity is one thing that should not be sacrificed, especially when working with other people. We do not have the time or energy to puzzle anything out, or to guess and be wrong about anything.
Especially because we are RPing in first-person, that gives us the extraordinary chance to be internally conscious about EVERYTHING, including but not limited to our abilities. Please take that into consideration in your following posts.
Even if you already posted a detail, it does not hurt to post it again, and in first-person there are infinite casual ways to incorporate them.
Also, Dominic sensed when Uriel burns down a building 200 miles away, but does not sense when he took a huge city off the map?
IC:
- Alice
Junction City was quiet, with the exception of Embrey fidgeting in the backseat. We took the roads around the center of the city to avoid the death-filled hulls of vehicles and office buildings that seemed to leer at us with every broken window.
Our adrenaline cooked our blood as our eyes weighed each shadow cast by our headlights as some new mass of horror ready to tear apart our bones. Jessica sneezed in the passenger seat and Embrey hiccupped in response. Though neither Na’ila and I jumped, the look on her face told me exactly what I was thinking. We couldn’t afford very sudden noises.
In times like these, I didn’t feel very immortal at all.
We had nearly circled the entire city before we came upon another sign. This one didn’t say much more than the first. “Look for the light!” There was an arrow and some scrawled nearly unreadable directions. I would’ve preferred a map.
The directions took us exactly where we had been avoiding, the inner guts of the city. I personally thought whatever survivors were holed up here were morons, especially when I saw the traffic piled up in a dead end on a main street. The directions indicated that we needed to press beyond it just a few more blocks.
“****,” I said, melancholic.
Embrey finally voiced what we were all thinking. “Why the hell are we risking our hides for these people?” Certainly, it was a far cry from when he had done the prompting. I kind of wanted to slap him upside the head.
But it was Na’ila who spoke in a cool whisper. “Because we’re meant to be here.” I never would’ve pegged the punk-rock Middle Eastern girl to be much of a fatalist and the way she said those words made me feel forlorn and a little hopeless. “Meant to be here?” Those words made it seem as if I didn’t have much of a choice in all this.
We strapped on weapons, of course. Na’ila had a slew of pistols, I still had my shotguns, and Embrey had a rifle. I waited for Jessica to choose something out the trunk, though I had the idea that she didn’t really need the weapon. Whatever she was, whatever she could do was significantly stronger than any contraption of metal and gunpowder. It was just a matter of whether or not she could just as easily pull the trigger.
We walked through the mess of the city slowly, picking our way partly by instinct, mostly by fear. For a while, nothing came at us, until we wandered into the intersection. I was pissed because we were only about a block away from “The Light.” Hell, Embrey even saw it with those sharp eyes of his: a glowing sign for a bar, of course, titled, “The Light.”
When the monsters descended upon us, we climbed the burnt cars for the little bit of height advantage and distance that might give us the edge. IN the meantime, I cursed whatever deity was up there and writing this all down. I wanted to criticize them for letting us die in such a trite and boring way. I felt like some stupid videogame character.
OOC: Now would be a great time for some sort of rescue/aid/calvary, SoHee or Matthias. Though two at the same time would be less than superbly believable.