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Save the Underground
Forum-Index → Roleplay → Save the UndergroundHumanity is done for, it has wasted all its recources and wars, disease, famine, bombs, all of it has lead to this horrible wasteland. It seems that there is no hope. So the last of humanity has fled to the underground, in a desperate hope for survival known as the Novissima Colonia.
They have used this chance well, over the years since the last group fled, things have changed. The underground colony has grown and adapted, not only enviormentally but psychically as well. The group of 300 people know that only the strong survive, and no one goes without working. No one has time for bigotry or hate. No one has time to argue. The only thing they do is survive, and to survive one must cooperate. All seems well, and some people hope that things have progresed so far that we can maybe, maybe return to the surface. But the leaders insist they stay. And so they keep their quiet thoughts to themselves, praying for a future aboveground, no matter how good this one might be.
Unfourtanetly for the Novissima Colonia, things are about to get messy. There are rumors that on the outer stretches of the colony, people are missing. Things are being stolen or ripped apart. Your leaders will call it talk and fantasies, but maybe there is more to this. And so, when the secret call comes for those who wish to pursue that hope of a future aboveground to meet, or at least find out the truth, you might just consider it...
Above ground, there are a select few who have made it through evreything, too stubborn to let go of the homes they have built above ground. And so, you survive, and you do it just as well as the Novissima Colonia, maybe even better. But you hear strange rumblings under your feet, and unexplained earthquakes, would it be so bad to discuss what's happenning and maybe go down to find out?
Welcome to the Underground, may the best ones win.
In the Underground, things are running as usual: Evreyone has a job, and they're doing it, no questions asked. Because that's what you have to if things will work. Though, that doesn't mean that there isn't chance for entertainment. A large tavern is bustling with life and people, those who have been allowed a rest and a drink. A girl with red rimmed eyes and long black braids is serving drinks. She looks a little young to be working at a place like this, but she seems capable of handling herself. When anyone, man or woman tries to push their boundaries, they'll find an icy glare and a dagger inches from their hand or face. The table and walls are filled with cuts from these knives. There is a boy working hard at the storehouses, who nurses a hurt leg for reasons he refuses to tell.
Aboveground, evreything is wild and dangerous. There is a low cover of gasses, evreything is withered and dead. There is low grumbles that no one can identify. A teenager balances on a huge rock formation, a gas mask covering their mouth and a hood over their head as they survey the area.
Jade
The tavern is noisy. So noisy. But she has learned to get used to it, as one does. The drinks slip so easily from the spouts to the glasses, a song and dance she has come to learn and love. Jade's greateful for the oppurtunity to have a job like this, and not one with grueling work out there in the rest of the Underground. Even if she has to deal with nasty creeps and drunkards. Her skirt swishes, an unadible noise as she climbs the steps to the platform where the organ player pounds away at the keys. She sets the drink on top of the organ, and gives him a wink as he nods in thanks.
Tagger
Why, of all places, did he have to work in food storage? His leg was killing him, a dead weight that seemed to radiate pain as he dragged barrels and boxes. The air in the room seemed thick and heavy, and the heat was making him tired. But Tagger had been doing this since he was a child, he was no complainer. All that he had to do was keep going. Tagger knew the price of weakness. So, he continued to ignore the pain. His supervisor noticed, and the woman sighed. "Tagger, take a break outside." "But-" "No buts!" He sighed, and limped outside, sitting down.
Onix
Onix was watching.
There was food nearby.
They knew it.
A mutated monster would come.
And they would be ready.
And waiting.
They shifted positions, making no nosie.
-Sun Tsu, The Art of Gaming
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Staring at the desolate landscape, he walked through the dying grass to places unknown. The earth shook under his feet, the growls of a beast unknown throwing his balance off. Lately, the ground had rolled and split, sending unpredictable obstacles into their already unstable life. Yashura was infinitely glad that his face was perpetually covered with a biker's helmet, the black tinted one way visor shielding his eyes from any debris and dirt that had been kicked up from these ruptures. He had seen others fall into them, swallowed up by the ground and lost to the darkness when they stumbled.
Despite the bearing sun, Yashura was wrapped up in black leather and he was absolutely sweating under all of it. But what was aesthetic beauty without some pain. The few people above ground that he had meet had always called him The Desert Biker along with Yashura so that was him now apparently. A biker demon. Fun. If his past self (if he could remember who his past self was) could see him now, they would probably laugh their ass off at him. Probably
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Onix saw him.
They had to move quickly.
Before the beast was scared off, wherever it might be
Or this one took their turf.
They leapt through the air with a graceful somersault, landing with a thud. "You shouldn't be here, "was all they said.
-Sun Tsu, The Art of Gaming
oh hey what's this
Dust billowed up before his eyes and Yashura blinked slowly. It was rare for people to meet in this wasteland, especially for them to talk with one another. Whatever this person wanted with him, it would either be very important, or mind numbingly dumb. Due to the nature of his biker's helmet, his vision wasn't the best and he couldn't quite make out who was talking to him. He didn't quite recognize who anyways. Even if he did, he would still have stood his ground, glaring down whoever was standing before him.
"And where exactly should I be?" He drawled, putting a hand on his hip. "This place doesn't belong to you. I see no tag claiming it." Cocking an eyebrow, not that Onix could see behind the visor, he began to slowly step forward to get a better look at who he was talking to.
Onix sighed, clasping their hands behind their back as they stalked closer. "There's plenty of space, and I did mark it. The red claw marks on those rocks? Mine. On the trees? Mine." They kept getting closer. "So leave. Now."
"Quiet. It's here." They crouched, then took off. Something was lumbering closer. It crashed through the underbrush, a roaring white beast with horns that tore through evreything.
Onix ran straight for the beast, but at the last minute, jumped up and onto its back.
They grabbed onto its horns, pulling its head up at a painful angle.
With a long weapon somewhere between a rapier and a dagger, they slit its throat, causing it to collaspe, sliding forward a few feet before dying.
Onix stared at it, before jumping off and wiping the blood from their weapon and sheathing it. "Now, if you are on your way through,"
"Continue and leave."
-Sun Tsu, The Art of Gaming
oh hey what's this
Onix perched on top of the beast, sawing away.
The stranger was leaving.
Onix paused.
They didn't see others that much.
So they were curious.
They asked, at the last minute, "Do you have a name?"
Tagger kept working, and quickly, was told to take the rest of the day off. It was clear that he was hurting badly, and that Tagger would not be doing anything useful. His face burned red with humiliation as he limped off. Something, in the back of his mind told him that this would be a permanent injury, but he pushed it down. He couldn't lose this job. He had no family, and no where else to go. He had a dry thought that maybe he could take his chances aboveground, but that was a death sentence. No one survived up there. "I need a drink," he announced to no one, limping into the tavern.
Jade gave her a wink and a crooked grin. "Nothing to it." She went behind the counter to pour Cass a drink. She looked over her shoulder, "You got a name, New Girl?"
"Not anymore than that beast had." He answered
-Sun Tsu, The Art of Gaming
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"Cass, pretty name," she said, handing her the drink. She looked up as well when she saw the man. At first, she was about to take his order as she always did, but Cass's comment made her think twice, so she jumped over the counter in a smooth leap, an exercise she'd done many times. She ran to Tagger, supporting his weight. He stiffened, but allowed her to help him to the bar.
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Tagger's leg was flaming up with pain, but he ignored it. All he needed was a drink. He heard Cass's question and laughed hoarsely. "Nothing a few cold beers won't drown out. Works like a charm." He didn't want to be pitied. But he didn't exactly resist when the young barkeeper went to help him. He was too tired to fight back.
-Sun Tsu, The Art of Gaming
oh hey what's this