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[Tsuchigumo550]

Attempt to find intact cloth and fashion a sort of cloak to protect your skin from the sun's rays. Heat may be a problem, but it's better than becoming bacon.

[filiusenox]

It takes all of a second to flip the revolver open and double check the ammo-supply, reloading the weapon with five shells, and slipping out a single, a god-plated shell to slip away, replacing it with a normal round. Despite the memory loss, he knows he needs to save that for later.

The only clothe here is covered in mold or too ragged to use. He kneels, picking up the shell casings and slipping them into his coat pocket, noting, all the while, that some of these are .45, while others seem to be from a larger gun.

The hole in the wall is dark, foreboding, and reeks of death, for safety's sake, he throws something into it, and is surprised to hear...nothing, for a long while, until the sound of a distant splash reaches his ears. Automatically, he probes ahead with his mind, determining nothing lives there, before shining his flashlight down to reveal a huge gaping hole, that stretches far, far down, looking to be an old elevator shaft.

'Yeah, I don't think I'm goin' in tha'.'

As if in response, he hears another, splashes, followed by a few more.

Empty, Trashed Apartment room[Out][North]
The plaster of the walls in this room is collapsing in places, much like the brick of the wall itself, a broken window lets in the light of the twin moons. The carpet is moldy, smelling of death and lung infections, damp to the touch, water practically pooling around one's shoes or feet as they walk. The door to outside is ripped off the hinges, thrown down casually. To the north is a hole in the wall.

Large amounts of blood is pooled here as well as staining the walls and door, a trail leading to the north, into the dark.
A number of spent shell-casings litter the floor
A ratty, stained mattress sits in the corner, lightly flecked with blood.

Spoiler: Inventory (click to show/hide)

<Worn over body> A dull-black, deep-cowled greatcoat
<Worn over body> A plated, hardened, natural-hued leather vest
<Worn on torso> A white t-shirt
<Worn on back> A thick faux-leather back-strap bearing a greatsword
<Worn on shoulder> A ratty orange holster containing a revolver
<Worn on waist> A simple faux-leather ammo-belt
<Worn on belt> A lokium, red flash light
<Worn on legs> A pair of fragile, hardened, black and red leather leggings
<Worn on feet> A pair of solid black boots

Spoiler: Worn containers (click to show/hide)

A ratty orange holster:
   A loaded slab-sided, nick-barreled, matte black .45 caliber revolver

A thick faux-leather back-strap
   A nickel-plated, cross-guard hilted, thick bladed greatsword

A simple faux-leather ammo-belt
   Ten .45 caliber, hollow-point revolver shells
   One .45 caliber, god-plated shell, etched with runes
   A thin, primitive combat knife

Spoiler: Abilities and Traits (click to show/hide)

Telepathic: The mind is a weapon to you, a razor sharp scalpel used to rip through armor, whether mental or physical. Too much mental strain might...make your brain explode.
Photosensitivity: You don't like the sun, and the feeling is mutual, your skin gets a minor sunburn if you stay out for even an hour, and depending how long you stay out, your skin could...crack.

Spoiler: Health (click to show/hide)

Minor Nosebleed

[Tack]

Prepare for danger.


Edit: *Feel* in that direction.
Edit2: Technically we'd be Telekinetic. Or both maybe.

[killerhellhound]

slipping out a single, god-plated shell to slip away, replacing it with a normal round.

god plated I didn't think got plate himself on bullets

[filiusenox]

slipping out a single, god-plated shell to slip away, replacing it with a normal round.

god plated I didn't think got plate himself on bullets

This guy is so badass, he plated god onto a bullet.
That's how badass John is.

[Tack]

Not all of god.
Just a little bit. On a bullet.

(This has to be cannon now)

[filiusenox]

Not all of god.
Just a little bit. On a bullet.

(This has to be cannon now)

To be canon, your hand-cannon now shoots a bullet, plated with a bit of a god.

[Duncan_McShal]

Since it's nighttime now, we need to get outta this room atleast. Look out the window to make sure were not on the second story of some building; if we are clear we can get out this way. We should then use our boss-like telepathic powers to make sure there's nothing living nearby.

[Gotdamnmiracle]

You suddenly remember that you have to "MOVE or it will find you!"

[filiusenox]

John closes his eyes, probing with his mind downward, feeling for anyone or anything else.

John reels, nose starting to to drip blood once more as he scurries away from the northern wall, and the massive, alien mind underneath the apartment building, in the cellar.

His body tenses as an adrenaline surge sends him into shock as he contemplates what he saw.

Empty, Trashed Apartment room[Out][North]
The plaster of the walls in this room is collapsing in places, much like the brick of the wall itself, a broken window lets in the light of the twin moons. The carpet is moldy, smelling of death and lung infections, damp to the touch, water practically pooling around one's shoes or feet as they walk. The door to outside is ripped off the hinges, thrown down casually. To the north is a hole in the wall.

Large amounts of blood is pooled here as well as staining the walls and door, a trail leading to the north, into the dark.
A number of spent shell-casings litter the floor
A ratty, stained mattress sits in the corner, lightly flecked with blood.

Spoiler: Inventory (click to show/hide)

<Worn over body> A dull-black, deep-cowled greatcoat
<Worn over body> A plated, hardened, natural-hued leather vest
<Worn on torso> A white t-shirt
<Worn on back> A thick faux-leather back-strap bearing a greatsword
<Worn on shoulder> A ratty orange holster containing a revolver
<Worn on waist> A simple faux-leather ammo-belt
<Worn on belt> A lokium, red flash light
<Worn on legs> A pair of fragile, hardened, black and red leather leggings
<Worn on feet> A pair of solid black boots

Spoiler: Worn containers (click to show/hide)

A ratty orange holster:
   A loaded slab-sided, nick-barreled, matte black .45 caliber revolver

A thick faux-leather back-strap
   A nickel-plated, cross-guard hilted, thick bladed greatsword

A simple faux-leather ammo-belt
   Ten .45 caliber, hollow-point revolver shells
   One .45 caliber, god-plated shell, etched with runes
   A thin, primitive combat knife

Spoiler: Abilities and Traits (click to show/hide)

Telepathic: The mind is a weapon to you, a razor sharp scalpel used to rip through armor, whether mental or physical. Too much mental strain might...make your brain explode.
Photosensitivity: You don't like the sun, and the feeling is mutual, your skin gets a minor sunburn if you stay out for even an hour, and depending how long you stay out, your skin could...crack.

Spoiler: Health (click to show/hide)

Moderate Nosebleed
Unsteady
Pale

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[Tack]

No' goin' in thar. Go out.

[Tsuchigumo550]

Move from cover to cover as best as you can, shade is good.

[Tack]

Isn't it night time?

[filiusenox]

Sorry folks, going to have to declare this project dead or on hiatus, depending on what you guys want.

[Tack]

Hiatus?