the black★rock shooter

Still, there was only one way to determine whether or not she was a party pooper.

He briefly looked inside his pocket to ensure that was still in there, and upon seeing it, he smiled and then looked up, waving at her.

[+ | ;] - “Hey! Heeey! You with the pigtails, I gotta question for you!” He shouted at her before waving. “You wanna go break into a building with me? I’ll make it worth your tiiiime!” He explained smiling at her while waving around his pick lock.

Still properly taking in his surroundings, Raiden had made today’s task center around finding locations he could either stash supplies or hold out in case he needed them. Confident in his hand-to-hand he may be, he knew that it was with a blade where he fought his best. Should have asked Snake all those years ago for a lesson or two instead of ignoring the two weapons he’d rely on when all else failed. After all, landing the first punch almost always made a difference in a fight.

On the plus side, things seemed to be looking up. Sort of. The city seemed to have settled and he’s yet to come to blows with anyone. Unlike the last place, newcomers already had a phone, though he’s not really done much with it. Scrolling the contacts felt pointless when there were so many of them he didn’t recognize. If he could get his CODEC working, he wouldn’t care all that much. Must be something wrong with his visor or whatever had weakened his cybernetics initially.

Rounding a corner, the cyborg’s eye narrows as he spots a familiar face. There wasn’t a name he could place to them but he distinctly remembered nearly running into them down in the toxic waste pit that had been selected as his poor excuse for a home. Damn was he glad to be out of there! Better in this strange place than wondering when he’d start glowing in the dark.

She still needed to find a bit of food to tide her over, if she only ate when she actually felt hungry she could make even a little bit last a long while. Any extra she could give to those she knew, her roommates or the others that had come here with her. Depending on how long the city was like this, it might be difficult to survive just off what could be scavenged but it would be doable. 

So far she’d found little of anything, though. Most stores were too destroyed, any food in them destroyed under pounds of rubble that she couldn’t even hope to move without her powers. Other stores had been completely looted. She could last days without even feeling hunger, but she knew people who would need food sooner.

She frowned as she stepped out of the latest store she’d searched, glass cracking under her boots. Where to go next?

“Hm?” Stella looked over at the voice, remembering him from the other city. “It’s alright... It probably found a way out.”

{❃} “Id, be careful.” Marta scolded her growlithe lightly- she’d let the pokemon out of his pokeball for a sense of comfort, and was now watching in concern as he continued to sniff at things, stumbling about the town. How worrisome… such a care-free boy, he was.

Picture it. A warm sunny day. The gentle breeze beckons all to visit the cool waters of the beach. For those that do not want to swim however, walking to the pier and hearing the waves makes for good fun.

So here it is, the solid wood, slick with a puddle from maybe an early clean up meets an unweary traveler. Blues eyes and spiky blue hair.

“A-A-AHHH CHOO!”

The teenager jumped to her feet immediately, running towards the railing where he had been only moments before and throwing herself over it. Cold water rushed up to meet her, causing her to freeze for a moment before she began grabbing for the other, fingers curling around his wrist. She tugged him up, struggling to pull him back to the surface.

“…You shouldn’t be out here,” Stella said quietly, looking up at the man. One might say that she shouldn’t be out here either, especially given the new scars she now sported thanks to all the fights she’d gotten into, but she was a soldier. She was used to fighting and it was her responsibility to protect people.

Karl chuckled at that, looking down to the girl near him, letting his weapon hang at his side, letting it dangle like a metronome, just incase he needed the extra strength and momentum for another swing. “What kind of Emperor would I be, if I didn’t act as the Vanguard for those that cannot save themselves?” He asks, keeping his vision keen and his senses aware.