Cold Streaks • RP Thread

November 20, 2001
9:00 PM
Location: Brisked Bear

It was snowfall again, with green snowflakes radiating the surrounding area. Amidst the fallen debris and wreckage, there were small shacks built by the remaining survivors before they too were taken by "them". Lots upon lots of these creatures are seen, but they all have dispersed and gone out into multiple islands to continue their ever-so-inscrutable goals.

"Hooo... Welp, guess I gotta look for somethin' to eat.." a boy said, his eyes slowly adjusting to the darkness as he woke up from his "bed", made from what seemed to be a pile of concrete bags. He looks down and wears his sandals, putting one foot at a time. Standing up, he walks over to a broken and rusty drawer infested by wood-boring beetles, where opening it reveals a stained grey shirt and a black hoodie, covering what seems to be a bouquet of white flowers and a black bullpup stock.

...

Turning on the flashlight as it makes a clicking sound, the boy trekked the wrecked buildings, still yawning as he looks on.

"Ahh... there's nothin' there, also that.... and that too..." he said, sighing as he continued.

There were so many guts and blood thrown around the city, though it never bothered him given he's used to seeing them on live television ever since the very first invasion. Though he is still disgusted by them given he's looking for food and not some edgy painting made by a serial killer- other rather... serial killers...

"The pizza was good, wish I could find 'nother jackpot like tha-"

A noise broke out of his out-loud monologue, he pulls out a modified P90 from his hip, puts the dial on full-auto, and start to **** the charging handle before letting go, the sound of metal echoing as he approaches the noise. He places his cheek on the stock, his grip unwavering as he trained his sights on whoever's going on to be on the other end of the barrel.

"Ah, shit... Here we go again..."

 

[BagelHorns]

"You need anything?"

"Nah, I'm good."

 

[Backbackback]

Damian rolls besides the airplane.

He soon arrived near the plane as well, coming in last as he sees his group hundreds of meters away.

 

[Lou_change]

Damian walks out of Chopper and towards the plane.

 

[Backbackback]

"Got a little lost after the blast."

"How did you find your way here then?"

 

[BagelHorns]

"How did you find your way here then?"

"Oh, had a little help from someone I found out there.."

 

[Backbackback]

"Oh, had a little help from someone I found out there.."

"Huh... I guess there's still good Samaritans in a place like this..."

 

[Lou_change]

"Hey it sounds like everyone is here. I am going to latch the reactor and get going." Damian yells before doing exactly that.

 

[BagelHorns]

In the distance, a loud low rumble could be heard

"The hell is that..?" Valentina looked around

 

[Backbackback]

"Hey it sounds like everyone is here. I am going to latch the reactor and get going." Damian says before doing exactly that.

"It's over the left wing..." he pointed at it.

In the distance, a loud low rumble could be heard

"The hell is that..?" Valentina looked around

"Hey, uhhh, babe? You might wanna wake up now..." Dene whispered, as he gently woke Noah.

 

[Oliver_de_jesus]

"mmmmmm" Noah released barely noticeably and mostly still 90% asleep.

"5 minutes more" she mumbled.

 

[Backbackback]

"mmmmmm" Noah released barely noticeably and mostly still 90% asleep.

"5 minutes more" she mumbled.

"Right... I forgot she's this clingy when asleep... " he muttered, sighing as he generates several flowers to detect the unknown threat.

 

[Lou_change]

Damian connects the reactor to Chopper with a cable and takes off.

 

[Backbackback]

(@BagelHorns It's Burst mode time)

 

[BagelHorns]

The Hellblaze slammed it's flames down to the ground near them. The Waterboarder was now much larger, and seemed to be going on a rampage

 

[Backbackback]

"Tch!..."
Dene exclaimed. Given he's practically held down by Noah, he essentially becomes a stand-in turret.

"Rizzuto, get Caleb out of here!"

 

[Oliver_de_jesus]

"Tch!..."
Dene exclaimed. Given he's practically held down by Noah, he essentially becomes a stand-in turret.

"Rizzuto, get Caleb out of here!"

(Noah is lighter than a feather)

 

[Backbackback]

(Noah is lighter than a feather)

(He doesn't wanna wake her up by moving too much)

 

[Oliver_de_jesus]

(He doesn't wanna wake her up by moving too much)

(Fair)

 

[thelegend27]

"Tch!..."
Dene exclaimed. Given he's practically held down by Noah, he essentially becomes a stand-in turret.

"Rizzuto, get Caleb out of here!"

"Way ahead of you." said Rizzuto as he grabbed Caleb and launched the two of them out of the plane with TK as fast as possible.

 

[Peppersalt43]

"Way ahead of you." said Rizzuto as he grabbed Caleb and launched the two of them out of the plane with TK as fast as possible.

Below them, the familiar sea of entities could be seen, their blades reflecting the shine of the setting sun onto the two

 

[Setsuna_tenma]

The Hellblaze slammed it's flames down to the ground near them. The Waterboarder was now much larger, and seemed to be going on a rampage

"Shit no again." he said seeing the hellblazers again

 

[Backbackback]

Meanwhile....

At around 6:32 PM; with the covered sun setting down to unleash the pitch-black night, Nutzlos can be found watering his plants.

Soon, his handheld sprinkler ran out of water as he closes the trapdoor and pulled down the switch, turning on the artificial light.

He steps on the metal platform over his left and, in a couple of seconds, slowly lifted him up to the top floor where his bedroom is located.

Along the way, he grabs his dried clothes from the hangers attached to the long cables, holding them close as he entered the room and began folding them.

 

[Peppersalt43]

Along the way, he grabs his dried clothes from the hangers attached to the long cables, holding them close as he entered the room and began folding them.

Within the clothes, a slip of paper was present in the pockets of one of the shirts

 

[Backbackback]

Within the clothes, a slip of paper was present in the pockets of one of the shirts

(Sheesh, that's a nice flipping transition... Brilliant move there)
"Have I left this here...?"
Nutzlos raised an eyebrow as he picks up the note.

 

[Peppersalt43]

"Have I left this here...?"

The note read :

Take #265

HOW DOES ONE PERSON GET INFECTED THIS MANY TIMES! THIS HAS BEEN... Ugh, nevermind. Male, humanoid, tall and slim build, glowing white eyes, and carries a sickle. Now please die, I'm getting tired of coming up with this stuff

 

[Backbackback]

The note read :

Take #265

HOW DOES ONE PERSON GET INFECTED THIS MANY TIMES! THIS HAS BEEN... Ugh, nevermind. Male, humanoid, tall and slim build, glowing white eyes, and carries a sickle. Now please die, I'm getting tired of coming up with this stuff

Nutzlos read the note carefully and slowly as a face of genuine confusion was shown in his face
"What is this note? And why is it telling me to die? H-have I done something wrong? Must be the villager I've given the oranges then..."

 

[Peppersalt43]

Nutzlos read the note carefully and slowly as a face of genuine confusion was shown in his face
"What is this note? And why is it telling me to die? H-have I done something wrong? Must be the villager I've given the oranges then..."

On his bed, the entity described in the paper stood, formerly gazing out the window though as fast as it appeared, it turned on Nutzlos before raising its sickle

Behind him, the sound of scraping could be heard, the entities now feeling his presence and are ready to snuff it out

 

[Backbackback]

On his bed, the entity described in the paper stood, formerly gazing out the window though as fast as it appeared, it turned on Nutzlos before raising its sickle

Behind him, the sound of scraping could be heard, the entities now feeling his presence and are ready to snuff it out

For some reason, Nutzlos appeared to be frozen still, as if time had stopped for him.

His hand remained holding the note, his eyes blankly staring at the phrase "please die", his feet not moving an inch, and his breathing was constant.

Is it fear? Or could it be something else?

(It's time)

 

[Peppersalt43]

For some reason, Nutzlos appeared to be frozen still, as if time had stopped for him.

His hand remained holding the note, his eyes blankly staring at the phrase "please die", his feet not moving an inch, and his breathing was constant.

Is it fear? Or could it be something else?

The entity wasted no time, quickly swinging its sickle onto Nutzlos' neck, another two lunging and managing to snag his ankles. Another exited his closet, snagging its sickle at the amnesiac's torso

 

[Backbackback]

In a moment, a lamp appeared on his other hand as the light illuminated the room, casting a shadow on all of them.

The entity wasted no time, quickly swinging its sickle onto Nutzlos' neck, another two lunging and managing to snag his ankles. Another exited his closet, snagging its sickle at the amnesiac's torso

The attacks seemingly went through as if he wasn't there.

He then spun around as the knife placed atop the drawer seemingly went towards his hand as he coats them with Contraband energy, simultaneously slicing his attackers.

 

[Peppersalt43]

In a moment, a lamp appeared on his other hand as the light illuminated the room, casting a shadow on all of them.

The attacks seemingly went through as if he wasn't there.

He then spun around as the knife placed atop the drawer seemingly went towards his hand as he coats them with Contraband energy, simultaneously slicing his attackers.

The entities fell to his blade, disappearing alongside their blades

This silence was short-lived as more of them begin climbing up the stairs and even up the window

 

[Backbackback]

The entities fell to his blade, disappearing alongside their blades

This silence was short-lived as more of them begin climbing up the stairs and even up the window

Nutzlos kicks one of the disappearing entities, using it as a cover as he leaps and performs a dropkick towards his window, throwing his knife upwards in sky as he breaks it open.

 

[LaserPrecision]

Below them, the familiar sea of entities could be seen, their blades reflecting the shine of the setting sun onto the two

"Shit, looks like we gotta deal with more of these guys when we touch down.." Caleb blocked the glare with their arm

 

[Peppersalt43]

Nutzlos kicks one of the disappearing entities, using it as a cover as he leaps and performs a dropkick towards his window, throwing his knife upwards in sky as he breaks it open.

As he flew through, he got to see a glance of the situation

Thousands upon thousands of similar entities were present, surrounding his house and even standing by his roof, all approaching towards him

 

[Backbackback]

As he flew through, he got to see a glance of the situation

Thousands upon thousands of similar entities were present, surrounding his house and even standing by his roof, all approaching towards him

(They must really hate this guy)
In the air, he then pulls out his scissors from his pouch as he inserts one of his bladed Packets into them, throwing it as gravity makes him fall down.

During that time, he wears his gloves as he closes his eyes.

 

[Peppersalt43]

(They must really hate this guy)

(Nah, that's just the nature of the UoH. There's a shitload of them and they will always hunt down the afflicted. You're never safe... unless you're Nutzlos)

In the air, he then pulls out his scissors from his pouch as he inserts one of his bladed Packets into them, throwing it as gravity makes him fall down.

During that time, he wears his gloves as he closes his eyes.

Many fell due to the blades yet it seemed to barely even have a dent on their population or their advance, uncaring at their dead and now disappearing brethren

 

[Backbackback]

(Nah, that's just the nature of the UoH. There's a shitload of them and they will always hunt down the afflicted. You're never safe... unless you're Nutzlos)

Many fell due to the blades yet it seemed to barely even have a dent on their population or their advance, uncaring at their dead and now disappearing brethren

He used his Contraband to "telekinetically" drag the scissors, opening his eyes as he made a pointing sign with his left arm, assuming a swinging motion as the scissors moves along with it, attempting to slice the monster's legs and arms.

 

[Peppersalt43]

He used his Contraband to "telekinetically" drag the scissors, opening his eyes as he made a pointing sign with his left arm, assuming a swinging motion as the scissors moves along with it, attempting to slice the monster's legs and arms.

While he easily killed one of those entities, it was just one in a sea of thousands more, approaching from all directions

 

[Backbackback]

While he easily killed one of those entities, it was just one in a sea of thousands more, approaching from all directions

The knife he threw up wasn't simply there for no purpose.

Deliberately throwing it right before leaping in the horde, he delayed the "fusion" of the thrown projectile, inversely using the pulling force, and flinging his own body towards it instead.

As he goes up, he threw a handful of lighters as he lit one of them.

With the lighters now exposed to hot temperatures, the fluid and gases inside the lighter expanded, causing internal pressure to rise.

 

[Peppersalt43]

The knife he threw up wasn't simply there for no purpose.

Deliberately throwing it right before leaping in the horde, he delayed the "fusion" of the thrown projectile, inversely using the pulling force, and flinging his own body towards it instead.

As he goes up, he threw a handful of lighters as he lit one of them.

With the lighters now exposed to hot temperatures, the fluid and gases inside the lighter expanded, causing internal pressure to rise.

A minor explosion wrecked everything and everyone below him... including his home