Outbreak: Station Square [FULL]

And so did Sam look between the two people who were actually trying to do something helpful. While the female seemed to be against the whole thing, the raccoon guy literally dislocated the attacker's arm and threw him into the cash registers... Which created a LOT of noise.

"Wha-" He quickly shielded his ears from the loud clash, before realizing...

Every single 'sick' person was now staring at them. And they were drawing closer and closer. The person that was thrown wasn't writhing in pain. More... mumbling nonesense, slowly getting to their feet, and joining the other five in a not-so-clever formation, inching closer and closer.

The kid glanced to Toxic. "Th-Thanks." He said, quietly, before looking around the store. There were more than five sick people, but they weren't drawing closer. As if they didn't even HEAR the sound.

But yes, the other five WERE a big issue. They didn't exactly look all that friendly, and were getting closer and closer to the raccon, the fox and... whatever that other thing was? Instinctively, and still unsurely, the fox got out his dagger. He had never really... used it before. But he saw no better time than this. After all, burning everything wouldn't be the most clever thing; he wasn't stupid. He waited for the other mobian's inputs.

Talon was quite lucky. No attention was drawn to him as of that moment. So an easy escape was possible... would he take it?

(probably)


Samuel McLinden -Inventory-
Pyrokinetic glove (x1)
Knife (x1)
Money (Cents x55)

The second after she had snapped out, another had barged through the entrance and very quickly and impressively dislocated the shoulder of the man attacking the child. That snap and his harsh words had caused her to take a step forward to assist, ready for action, but it appeared the small fox was safe due to that raccoon acting faster than she did. Glad that was sorted.

She raised a finger, a deep frown on hidden lips the moment a 'thanks' was uttered to the heroic raccoon, "What in the world is going on here?" she questioned, flicking her wrist towards the group of five, "Why are you all attacking a child? You sshould be asshamed!" The noticeable 'hissing' on syllables was highly evident. As was the flaring of the crimson veiled wings in anger.

They turned. They stared. They began to walk towards them.

As did she, backwards mind you. "A-ah, no need to be so hassty! I'm ssure we can all come to ssome ssort of agreement, no? No need for violence or aggression!" A nervous laugh followed, "H-hah! I ssuppose.. us three will be out of your way then, and no harm done...?" She backed up out of the doorway, into the streets, arms still raised and wings lowering and snapping back against her spine.

Storage -Inventory-
[EMPTY]

Seemed like the small group of people handled the issue after seeing the raccoon take charge of the whole situation, or so he thought.  Talon threw the rutsack around his shoulders, watching the scene and the ill as he adjusted it, making it tight around his shoulder but not too tight.  "Got to make sure I don't lose these." he muttered as he slowly got up and began to creep back over to the door.

He took a glance over and say the ill now surrounded the strange figure, the small fox and the oddly colored raccoon.  He knew he should help... that it would be the right thing to do.  He watched for a good moment before shrugging, quickly making his way back to the doorway he came from.  He grinned a bit, sharp teeth showing as he stepped back outside.  "They can handle it...survival of the fittest anyways." he chuckled.

Talon -Inventory-
Bandanna (x1)
Bottled Water (x1)
Canned Ham (x1)
Rutsack (x1)

Ok kid was safe, the woman had snapped to attention, no one at the cash register to stop him for not paying. Things were looking pretty good right, right?. He looked at the young fox beside him"hey, s'no problem kid, don't worry about it..."he muttered, feeling a bit guilty that he'd seriously considered leaving the poor thing to fend for himself. He looked back up to see the 5 people staring at them, just staring, before ambling towards them.

He felt his fur bristle instrictively, There was something unatural about the way these sick people were acting that sent up every single warning flag he had. His companions reacted much the same way, the kids drawing a dagger. Ok so he wasn't completely deffenseless, that was a relief. The woman was already backing out the door, talking in those odd hissy tones as if she could reason with them.

"I hope you got all you needed from the store kid...."he muttered, tightening his grip on his bag of stuff while pulling an explosive from a pouch attached to his belt, he hurled it into the store where it attached itself to one of the pillars a red light flickering to life on it, first blinking slowly then more rapidly.

"Out!"he snapped, grabbing sams arm and hauling him out the door after Storage"Take cover!"he ordered, not waiting to see if Storage did as he hauled Sam into an alley and pressed himself to the wall, not 2 seconds later the explosion went off, shaking the ground with a deafening blow

Toxics Inventory:

1x standard explosive
1x gasmask
1x Gas grenade
1x wire coil
1x Lighterfluid
1x Napkins
1x Casings

Indeed, the Chrome was not completely useless. In fact, he was more of a danger to people if he were to use his actual abilities. So he stepped back slowly, away from the weird people... he quickly snagged the sandwhich, pocketing it with his free hand, before suddenly a bomb and ow, ow, ow arm! "A-Ack!"

Suddenly the Chrome was outside, and in an alleyway. Okay, what just happ-BOOM! Saying the Chrome got a shock was an understatement. He gave a yelp of surprise, the explosion penetrating his ears like a needle through a balloon. Like, ow.


He looked dazed, to say the least, holding his ears with both hands. Except where was the knife?
Under the rubble of the store that had just collapsed. And drawn the attention of almost every 'sick' person on the block. Not good. Although, the sick people didn't seem to notice they were in the alley. Being as simple minded as they were due to the illness, or should you say, infection... they were simply staring at the rubble as if it was an examination paper. Maybe they found a carton that said concentrate on it?


Sam wasn't complaining. He wasn't going to. Instead he was in quite a bit of panic. Unsurely he glanced towards the female, then to the raccoon. Both seemed like they'd help him. That was good... "...Uhm... what's going on with the sick people?" He asked.

And they were going to find out soon enough.


Samuel McLinden -Inventory-
Pyrokinetic glove (x1)
Money (Cents x55)
Chicken sandwich (x1)

"Take cover!" ordered the snapping and alert voice of the raccoon, in which the veiled fruit bat leapt forward and rolled clumsily across the floor instinctively, the explosion shaking the streets as the building collapsed behind her as she collided with the opposite building across the road. Rubble went flying, and a wave of dust flew into the air, partially blinding vision for a few seconds, before fading and revealing the damage done.

The robed figure knelt down, covering her face with the fabric on one arm, and grabbing her fallen yellow lamb mask with the over, slipping it back on neatly before anyone happened to see what was behind it. After that little ordeal, the crimson-adorned bat stood upright, albeit a bit strangely from the way the body was hunched over and limbs seemed to crack and twist in ways they're certainly not supposed to before adjusting to normal with several audible 'cracks'. Looking around, she saw naught but the ruins of a lost building, the sick wandering the streets, and lost lives before her - the arm of one man extended under a mass of brick, limp and pale. The bomber and the child could not be found on the roads, but she did see slight signs of movement within an alleyway, the shadows dancing across the walls as two individuals moved. Ah, so that was where they were.

Considering the diseased seemed to be growing all the more pale, and a few seemingly turning their heads towards her after her sudden collision with the wall, Storage decided it was best to leave. She extended her crimson-veiled wings, giving them a practice flap before soaring into the air vertically, and no later landing lightly and silently upon the fire escape staircase where she originally stood, looking over the streets. It was no longer an alleyway, per-say, considering one of the buildings which occupied it was now reduced to dust. She leapt back, past the railings and past the staircase, landing neatly on the dirt-ridden muddy ground, each footstep leaving a light splashing sound, more so considering she began to run deeper into the darkness, body consumed by the shadows of buildings up ahead.

Storage -Inventory-
{EMPTY}

A loud boom echoed in Talon's ears and the explosion went off.  All he can feel was his body flying, unable to tell if he was thrown from the force of the blast or if rubble sent him flying. He felt the cold ground on his body as he finally came to a stop, hear the last bit of the building crumbling behind him.  He groaned, rubbing his head as he slowly got up, rubbing his chest. "Ohhh.... that's going to leave a nasty bruise..." he mutter as he slowly stood up.

Talon glanced over to the building, watching the smoke rise from the rumble, the ill groan and flailing as they were trapped under it.  He grumbled but soon his expression changed to shock as he say he was blasted a bit away and now was getting surrounded by the sickly citizens.  A growled escape his lips as he searched for a way to get past them.  A quick look around proved there was nothing and had to do the next best thing. 

With a bursting sprint, he battering rammed through several of the sickly, make sure to give them no chance to grab at him.  He scripted over to the alley up ahead, hoping to find a clearing there.



Talon -Inventory-
Bandanna (x1)
Bottled Water (x1)
Canned Ham (x1)
Rutsack (x1)

Name: Spirit The Hedgehog
Age: Unknown
Gender: Female
Inventory:
Handgun (2)
Bandanna (1)
Powers: Darkness elemental, but doesn't use them to help conceal identity
Clothing: Random black t-shirt, black hoodie that hides eyes, bandanna that hides other half of face. Ripped jeans and black converse. (Trying to hide so police don't catch her). Black, wavy hair over eye socket

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Holy crap. When did this pick up again o_o I had no idea this started up. I don't receive email alerts because of an outdated email address, so I really wish I paid more attention to the section :/ I'll get a post in later today if it's not too late.