Firedog

You awaken in the nave of a Basilican church, long since converted into a fort.

Was that a scream you heard?

It's dark.

THUD... THUD... THUD...

Snapping your fingers, a blue flame winks into existence around your fingertips. Your first thought goes to your sister. Where is she? Was it really a scream, or just the wind?

THUD... THUD... THUD...

And furthermore, what the hell is that thudding noise?

Wriggling out of your sleeping bag, you investigate the immediate area, quickly discovering that your sister's sleeping bag has been abandoned.

She's gone.

"Ccae!*" you call out. Only echoes ring out in answer."

.... THUD.... THUD.......... CRASH!!!

That was the door.

Something is wrong here.



What will you do?






* = pronounced "Shay"

Take inventory!

The dim blue light casts a faint glow over your few possessions.

Sleeping bags found in an old, destroyed mall. Despite surely being decades old, they're in excellent shaped. It's obvious that they've come into contact with The Touch. On the floor next to the sleeping bags, you also have some canned food you managed to find under some rubble in a ruined village.

In your only hole-less pocket, you find a knife you've had since you were a little kid. Eight inch blade, with a ruined handle wrapped in duct tape. It's as dull as a spoon, but it's proven itself a useful tool in the past.

You also have your father's Luger in another pocket, but the hole isn't big enough for it to fall out. Unfortunately, it isn't loaded. You haven't seen an unspent cartridge in your entire life.

From the darkness beyond, you hear panicked whispers...

There wasn't supposed to be anyone else for miles.

Intruders...

You have to find your sister, before someone else does. The only place she can possibly be is upstairs. The staircase is behind you, past a door beyond the pulpit.



What will you do?

Run upstairs and take the spoon!

Turning to the stairwell, you dash toward it, leaving the evidence of your existence behind on the ground for the intruders to find.

But as your foot reaches the first stair, the ancient rock crumbles beneath your feet.

You fall for what seems like forever.

...

You come to your senses in pitch black. Your light has long since gone out.

Looking up, you see a small hole with a dim light. Is that what you fell through?

It couldn't be. The hole is so tiny... You would have had to fall several dozen feet.

... But you're still alive. And unharmed, for that matter.

"J-Day at last?" asks a velvet voice in your head. Though you've never heard the voice before, it sounds familiar.



What will you do?

Get up quietly and hide in the shadows.

In the shadows, you become like a ghost.

Silence... Dead quiet.

Nothing can see you, and you can see nothing. You consider lighting your path with your... skills... but are wary as to what might be lurking just beyond your nonexistent field of vision.

"Mmm, not very talkative I see."

That voice again. So unlike the others. So... Trustworthy.

Ccae... You worry for her.



What will you do?

find the person talking and put the luger to their head and the knife in their back and ask them to speak.

You search around for the source of the voice, but find nothing. Perhaps it's because you can't see anything.

"I'm in your head." the voice says, with a hint of mirth.



What will you do?

Threaten to end your life

"So what happens to you if I off myself?" you ask in a tone that suggests you might just be crazy enough to do it.

"Then I'll have someone to keep me company," the voice responds, not sounding particularly perturbed.

Shouts in the distance... Laughter?

"Aren't you forgetting something? Something important?"



What will you do?

ask about my sister then sit on the floor.

Sitting down you ask the voice, "Can you help me find my sister?"

"Not really," it replies, "but I can help you get out of here."


What will you do?

whip it out

Feeling a sudden need to assert your dominance, you unzip your pants and pull out your dick.

...

"... Put that away, son."



What will you do?

Speak aloud: "Go away! 'Batin!"

"Go away!" you shout at the voice, "I'm trying to whack off!"

"Hmm," the voice says, "It would appear that the end of the world has broken you. I'll return someday... assuming you don't die without the knowledge I came to impart."

And then you woke up.

Leaping to your feet, you realize that you are at the foot of the staircase... the hole is gone.

Was it a dream?

Who knows.

You hear laughter again... a group of men. Young men. Probably around your age. But you know all too well that you can't judge a person by their voice.

Ccae.



What will you do?

Attempt to discern the direction the voices are coming from. Move towards the voices cautiously if you can find them.

The church is small, with one entrance at the opposite end of where you are now. You're certain the intruders are near said entrance. Creeping away from the stairs, you slide along the shadows, hoping to catch a glimpse.

Step by step, you move through the shadows, like some sort of goddamn ninja. Your tail twitches at every sound. It's awhile before you realize that the voices have stopped.

After what seems like an eternity, it comes into view.

The entrance.

Splinters are all the remain of the ancient maple doors. You're baffled for a second. Then you realize that the intruders must have left. Turning around, you realize that your stuff is still on the floor, untouched.

What could that have been about? Will they be back?



What will you do?

Examine yourself. Determine your gender, race, physical attributes, ect

To ensure your sanity, you take a personal inventory.



Name - Cassandre, spawn of Cassidus

Age - 16

Gender - Male

Birth Date - January 2, 0026 AEE

Height - 5'9

Weight - 149 lbs.

Build - Lean, under-fed

Hair - Neck-length. Red.

Eyes - Red

Fur - Cocoa

Skin - Moderate tan

Race - Kitty Animas*



What will you do?






*Animas = Less human than humans. Less animal than feralics. They resemble humans, but have tails and animal ears. Animas are feralics that evolved in civilized environments, aided by The Touch, which gradually made them more human. An animas cannot be created by mating a human and a feralic. They only have fur on their tails and ears. Animas are revered by humans as sex slaves and assassins (depending on gender, usually), unlike feralics, who are generally killed on sight.

Gather up your things and prepare to leave

Chapter One : J-Day

"It never bothered me, the killing. In the world I lived in, killing was a given. Lives were taken and spared in the span of a single thought. My very life depended on the deaths of others. No, killing didn't bother me. What bothered me was how good I was at it." - Vivacious Mackenroy, 0025 AEE


And then a voice from behind.

"Sandy."

Turning on your heels, you behold your twin sister, who seems, for lack of a better word, distraught.

"We're surrounded."

"What?" You blurt out, tensing up.

"They came while we were asleep," she says, "I've been watching them from the roof."

"Shit!" you hiss, dashing over to to your makeshift camp along the aisle. Scrambling to pack away your few but valuable possessions, you can't help but notice that Ccae isn't moving. She's just... standing there... staring wide-eyed at nothing.

"Did he talk to you too?" you ask, tying up your well-worn rucksack and slinging it over your shoulder. She nods.

"He talks to me a lot."

And then the warhorn sounds.

AWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO.... AWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO....

The following silence is shattering. Ccae tosses you a worried look... But you know it isn't either of you that she worries for.



What will you do?

Cancelled due to nobody giving a shit.

So marks my last RP.