As Nasir was wondering what exactly the woman and Grumpy were hunting, he heard a slight groaning sound, and not the good kind. He glanced to the side just as Kyetheria mentioned the zombies attacking and took out one of them. The drug dealer whistled quietly as the shot took out the zombie and he put the rat ferris wheel on the ground. Grumpy was next to react, taking out three of them, one after the other. The guy seemed to be a decent shot, and silently Nasir said a word of thanks to whatever deity there may have been that he hadn't startled the two before...at least not enough to get shot. Now it was his turn. Reaching down to his side, he grabbed the revolver with his left hand and then quickly switched the knife and gun around. He'd always been a better shot with his right hand, after all. However, just as he was about to fire he heard the sound of some idiot performing an acapella....theme song? Only a true idiot would do something so stupid. Shifting his gaze to the source of the 'music', Nasir saw the nutcase he'd run into earlier, eagerly attacking the zombies with a waste of perfectly good booze....or at least, he assumed it was perfectly good. Yep, a true idiot indeed. Okay, now it was his time to shine. Looking back to where he'd initially been aiming before, he focused, closing one eye as he aimed the handgun and firing a single shot. The shot went straight towards his target's skull, with the zombie going down immediately. It wasn't due to skill, but blind luck; Nasir had about a 50/50 hit rate, but he wasn't going to tell any of them that. "Nobody needs you. Get lost, moro-" he started, before he yelped out in pain as the feeling of rotting, disgusting teeth sinking into his left shoulder took place. Using his peripheral vision, panic took hold over Nasir as he reloaded and aimed the revolver as best as he could. Firing once, he missed and the shot went straight past the zombie's head and into its shoulder. Swearing, the male reloaded once more and fired another shot, taking down the zombie. Turning to see where the zombie had come, Nasir could easily see about three more zombies staggering towards the group of them. One of the zombies stood out to the drug dealer due to a weapon sticking out of its head. An axe, of all things. That was going to be his axe. Reloading the gun, Nasir began yelling at the top of his lungs so many curse words in succession, each one more filthy than the last, that even the most hardened sailor would have trouble keeping up with what he said and meant. As he was unleashing his power, he fired a single shot at the zombie with the axe in its head, hitting it straight in the chest before charging forward with the dagger. He cringed slightly from the pain as he raised his arm and furiously stabbed the thing in the skull multiple times, downing the zombie permanently. He then removed the dagger from the creature and put it and the revolver into his pockets, and at last he removed the axe from the zombie's head. Standing up with an arrogant look on his now-bloody face, he raised his axe painfully and prepared to go to work. 21/30 remaining, killed 3 Nasir has 2 bullets remaining in his revolver.
The song that gave me the tiniest shred of confidence in singing ability. You sung it well and I enjoyed listening to this!
Nasir held up the rat-sized ferris wheel he still had in his hand, glancing at the male besides the woman as he did so, before returning his gaze back to the female. "No need to shoot anyone, I wasn't sneaking, merely taking a rest by this tree. See, I had a run in with some undead freaks earlier, then ran into a living one. He gave me this thing, and now I'm trying to find a use for it and a way back to the city. Got some...product that I need from my contacts there" he stated. He'd struck out with the woman for now, so for the moment it was best to drop the flattery. Easier, too. While there was something hot about a woman who knew how to fire accurately with a crossbow, there was also an element of danger, and Nasir didn't have any plans that involved dying. "So, that's about it for me. What about you f*cks? I doubt you're just having a lovely evening stroll, especially with Grumpy over there pointing a shotgun at me like that. Who pissed in your cereal, Grumps?" the drugdealer asked, motioning towards the man with his dagger.
What if we actually see some of the memories of the alien alongside the love? We see it all happy and stuff, then it loses its love and we see that too and can put the pieces together?
I'm all for being the one that gets captured, that sounds like fun. Just a suggestion, feel free to say no and all but you could keep the joke of "that had been a weird sunday" going and have the alien be from that Sunday.
What? D: Guys I'm still here I never left
Nasir simply stared at the strange man for a while. It wasn't uncommon to meet idiots these days, what with all the panic and the frantic fleeing out of the city, but this guy was a new class altogether. Were his ideas and motivations so stupid they were genius, or was he just completely off the mark? It was hard to tell, and Nasir was a professional when it came to spotting complete idiots. He supposed he had killed a zombie for him, not that he had needed saving, and he'd been kind of friendly. If he'd bought anything from Nasir, then he would have given the guy a discount on his next purchase as thanks, but since he hadn't...no point in wasting time and effort on somebody who wasn't of use to him. Turning his back to the man, Nasir held onto the rat-sized ferris wheel and took a few steps away. "Suit yourself, but don't come crying to me when you become zombie chow. God people are stupid" he called over his shoulder, lowering his voice ever so slightly for the latter part. Continuing to walk, he made sure to keep an eye out for any hungry zombies that might be out there; he was an ass, but not a dumb ass. He seemed to be in the clear for now, so he decided to take a quick rest. Dante's place was still a short walk away, but he could probably make a run for it and direct any pursuers over to him. He didn't have to outrun the undead, he just had to outrun the crazy inventor combating them. He hadn't been resting for even ten minutes when he heard a sound that sent a shiver down his spine. Voices. He definitely heard voices. He couldn't make out much being said, except for five words. "Ugh, do you smell that" was all he heard. These people simply didin't appreciate the true beauty of his stock, of his creation, and they were turning up their noses at it. They seemed to be coming closer, at which point Nasir quietly muttered "oh for f*ck's sake" and stepped out from behind the tree he had been leaning against. He was going to give the woman a piece of his mind, dissing his drugs and thinking she was entitled to something better. He was going to let her have it, he was going to give her what for, he was going to- He stopped mid thought as he laid eyes on her. She was certainly easy on the eyes, that made this slightly more difficult. Which head to think with? Now that was the million dollar question. With the way things went, he could certainly use a...distraction, of sorts. That could very well get him killed though, which would put a damper on his day. Right, big head won this one. You had to be smart and upfront if you were going to survive in the zombie apocalypse. "And here I was thinking all the wonderful things died out in the city, yet one comes strolling right up to me. How'd you get here without drawing the zombies in with your radiant beauty?" God damnit little head, defeating my brain once more. He hadn't had a good time since the apocalypse had begun, but he had thought he had more self control than that. Sometimes being a male really sucked. @Aelin FireHeart @Maka Albarn
As the dark vortex opened up and Aux taunted Hikaru, challenging the others there, Glen's fist clenched. This world was going to be lost to darkness any second now, unless they could do something to stop it. The problem was, not only was he not sure what to do about it, but even if he could figure out something he was sure Aux would try to stop it. As Raisor went and attacked Aux, Glen sprung into action, reaching a decision quickly. The moment Aux's punch knocked out Raisor, Glen was there lashing out with a swift punch towards his foe's jaw. He'd seen one homeworld lost to darkness, he wasn't about to watch another follow the same path. However, as good as Glen was at unarmed combat, his opponent was better. Aux blocked with his arm, before grabbing onto the keyslinger's arm and throwing him over his shoulder and onto the ground, before attempting to drive his elbow into the downed warrior. Reacting quickly, Glen rolled out of the way and forward, before turning and swinging his leg at Aux in an attempt at a roundhouse kick towards the torso. His foe was unphased by this, responding with a brutal kick of his own which caught Glen in the skull, sending him spinning backwards out of the air and up towards the vortex as the gravitational pull brought him in and the keyblade wielder went into it, losing consciousness as he did so. And suddenly, his world went dark indeed.
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So maybe I've just misread it, but I can't see where the specially marked categories are for self noms?
In the three months that Nasir had spent outside of the city, Nasir had never seen anyone quite so strange as Dante. He looked at him with a very unamused face showing. "How have you not invented while high? It's practically the same as being drunk, but better. Your creativity gets freed, though I can see that's not that much of an issue here, useless as it seems to be anyway" he stated, nudging the ferris wheel a little with his foot. He picked it up and looked at it carefully, rotating it around a little. There had to be some point of something like that aside from entertaining rodents. A crappier storage device? Somebody's trash was another person's treasure, there would be someone who would buy it, he was sure of it. He held onto the ferris wheel with one hand and tossed his dagger up, letting it spin and catching it by the handle as it came back down. "If you're coming up with s**t like this, I can only imagine what you've pulled out of your ass with whatever this current invention is. I have something to do in town, something real important, and I could use a meatshield to divert the attention of zombies. So, I'm going to help you finish this invention of yours, then you're going to help me get to the city. What crap have you come up with?" he questioned. @Aelin FireHeart
The moment the witch uttered the words "You have forgotten all the abilities you hold dear" he panicked a little. Of course, like many of the others, he tried to summon his keyblade. And, like the others, he failed to do so. He must have looked like an idiot, repeating the motion over and over again with nothing happening, but he didn't care. He'd lost the keyblade, and with it any hope of saving his homeworld. "You b****!" he screamed, leaping for the witch. Keyblade or no keyblade, he could still fight. He did have his fists, and that was pretty much how he'd fought as a monk. However, he was struck by a dark orb, knocking him back. Swiftly he got on his feet, but rather than charge forward again he actually thought about it. He hadn't been born with the ability to wield the keyblade, he'd learned it over time, taught by his father. Maybe he could get it back. No, there was no maybe about it, he would get it back, one way or another. As the witch went away, heartless took her place, and immediately the urge to strike at them entered his body, but once again he resisted. If he died here, there was no way he'd ever get the keyblade back, no way anything would change. He heard mention of a cornerstone, and latched onto the idea that it could help immediately. He needed something to focus on, something to keep him sane lest the darkness took him. With that idea kept at bay, he turned and ran after the others, not sure if he was running from the heartless or his own frustration at being unable to do anything...again.
I did. I saw the first 3 episodes and was interested to see how it went. The further I got into it, the sadder it got and I just couldn't stop. I am now officially a heartless.
I'm sorry, but I'm not sure I can help anymore. My soul was just crushed after watching all of your lie in april in under 24 hours. Never have I felt such sorrow from an anime. This is why pirate me is an alcoholic, I'm sure of it.
There were a few moments in last years' that weren't actual boss battles. You're heavily restricting which roleplays can make it into this category if it's simply a boss battle. While yes, there have been some awesome boss battles, there have been (in my opinion) just as many roleplays and moments in them without combat altogether that are deserving of this nomination.
Not yet we're not.
Wandering through the forest, Nasir had to admit he was lost. He'd gone away from the log cabin he'd bought some time ago (as a place to lay low when things heated up in the city), searching for a little adventure, possibly someone to find that he could make a lot of money from. Even with the sickness around, money talked...just not as much. And Nasir was very attached to it. As he was on the move, he caught whiff of a somewhat faint scent, but a recognisable one. It was the smell of alcohol, that much he was able to tell without a doubt. He'd been drunk enough times to know what burning alcohol smelled like, especially that one. Haven't found anyone so far, may as well check that out. Could use a good drink anyway he thought to himself. Heading towards the smell, he quickly saw a house with a pantless man on top of it. An idiot, from the looks of things. A smirk appeared on the drug dealer's face as a thought crept into his mind. Idiots often overpaid, or were easy to convince if they wouldn't do it themselves. However, there was a small problem. There were three infected, one of them stretching up trying to reach the guy but the other two fascinated by the flaming alcohol on the ground, hell one of them had even managed to set itself on fire. F*ck, what a waste of good alcohol, he thought. He decided to draw them away, anyway. Taking off the backpack he had on, he reached into it and pulled out a pouch that was made out of a very flammable material. He'd planned this ahead of time the moment he'd seen how the infected behaved. They acted like typical zombies, and seemed just as easy to trick. He'd never actually tried what he was going to try before, but he was confident it'd work. Setting the pouch on the ground for the moment, and putting his backpack on, he pulled one object out of his left pocket. It was his lighter, one of his favourite possessions in the world. Dropping the dagger he held in his right hand for the moment, he held up the pouch with one hand and the lighter in the other and proceeded to set the pouch on fire. As it was burning, he pocketed the lighter and then picked up the dagger once more. Immediately, he was overcome with the smell of the drugs burning within the pouch. Good god it was a nice smelling batch, it was a shame it had to go. Lucky zombies, getting all my good sh*t he thought bitterly. Now for the final touch. Setting the dagger on the ground, holding it vertically up with his feet, he ran his left thumb down the blade forming a deep cut on it, and held his thumb above the top of the pouch and squeezed his thumb gently. Sure enough, a small trickle of blood came from it, running over the bag and adding the smell of blood to the drugs. Picking up the dagger once more (painfully, now that he was holding it in his left hand), he took a few steps forward and whistled. "Hey, infected freaks, want some of this?" he yelled out, causing two of the three zombies to turn and look in his direction. One of them was still focused on the pantless man, but that was okay. It wouldn't be for long. Pulling back his arm and taking a few steps forward, he hurled the pouch through the air and straight past the zombies, causing them to stagger after it. The interesting smell of the drugs, as well as the smell of his blood mixed in, had worked. "Ah, Mary, you never cease to amaze me" he said quietly before hurrying over to the man while the zombies were distracted. "If you're going to get down now, quit staring like a dumbass and get moving. By the way, can't interest you in the finest marijuana the city has to offer, can I?" he questioned, yelling over the sounds of flaming zombie cries. @Aelin FireHeart
Name: Nasir Nickname: A Guy ("I know a guy who can hook you up") Photo ID: [Appearance] Age: 26 Personality: Bit of an a*****e, very rude and bossy. Doesn't like loss of control, and if he doesn't get his way he will resort to whatever means necessary to get it, unless it directly endangers him. Brief Bio: Nasir is a drug dealer, relatively well known to many of the users in the city. Before the mysterious illness struck, he quite often visited the shadier areas of the town, selling his supplies for an excessive amount of money. Once the sickness hit, however, he found his clients no longer wanted to meet out in the open. Many people were afraid to go outside, so he had to start visiting them. It was a pain in the ass for him and he hated it, but so long as he was making money there wasn't a damn thing Nasir wouldn't do. Occupation: Uh...."medicinal supplier" Special Skills: -Has basic self defence training due to his dangerous occupation -Knows some very shady people in the city, and as such has the potential to acquire some of the not-so-legal things that can be hard to come by otherwise -Knows how to hot-wire a car -Knows basic first aid Weapons of Choice: -Dagger -A revolver, with exactly two shots. -An axe, taken from the son of a female dog that bit him -Knowledge of every curse word known to mankind. Theme Song: WIP right now. Other Tidbits: God damn this guy was very, very nearly Tobias instead. This seemed more fun.
