Richard had done his shift with nothing but the noise of whatever these beings were to keep him company. It was an exceedingly boring night to say the least, but after his shift had ended Maalik didn't say a word for the rest of the night. Silver linings an all. He had been able to sleep through most anything that was happening and probably would've slept much longer than he actually did if not for someone waking him up. 'Time to get your lazy ass out of bed, there's something going on outside.' Richard groaned at this. It was extremely hard to ignore a voice inside his head, so he ended up getting out of bed rather reluctantly. 'So what's the big emergency?' 'Can't say for sure, but based on what that man said I'm going to guess more of the possessed are here and roaming around.' Richard was slightly confused by this seeing as he had no idea who "that man" was that was being reffered to, seeing as there were five other males here besides Richard, but he didn't really follow up on that point. 'Fine, guess I'll take them on then.' There was no response from Maalik on this, which meant that Richard was in the clear for now, well so long as he actually fought the possessed. Walking out of the room he drew El-Harriss and got ready to fight the possessed folk. He was ready to go in and fight when he noticed some rather energetic boy run in there, lightning crackling off his blade going into the fight as well. Richard ignited his saber and went into slash through the zombies as well. ------------------------------------------ Brandon woke up that morning fully rested and ready to go. He heard the man, one of the new comers, say something about having company. That was certainly exciting news to the young lightning angel boy. Though normally he didn't want to so he didn't speed up faster than his training partner, this was an entirely different situation. The zombies were attacking them all while they were sleeping and probably in massive waves and not some sort of scarce number thing like before. This meant that the more people fighting them the better. He watched as one of the newcomers, the bored looking one, get up out of bed rather disgruntled and made his sword and walk out of the room. He was probably going out there to fight the zombies too which meant the fighting was probably already starting. Brandon grabbed his tennis racket and put it on his pack. He then drew Vis Vis and coated it in lightning, running out there to go on some zombie slaying action adventure.
He continued to listen to what Flower Girl said and was quite pleased to hear she liked music and arts. That was always a fun thing to get into. Playing that good old glass harmonica of his, which he had not been able to do over break yet, was always such a pleasurable pass time. "I can't believe the break is almost over, it feels like it just started yesterday, Ya Know? Time flies by so fast. I kind of do want to go back though." Evan sat there thinking about this. It was true break was nearly over and it did feel like it flew by in an instant. Granted he hadn't spent most of it at home anyway, his career did call him away. And he was a bit disappointing with missing the musical, he did enjoy watching the kids preform with all their hearts to pull it off. But hey, he had managed to come back when all the really life falling apart crap was going on and managed to help Ria, hopefully, get herself back together a bit. In the end though, he was coming to a close on his time at school, though it was still far an away it was still drawing in on him ever closer. "Man you're right, School is quite the place to be. Might not realize it yet, but it's probably going to be the most fun of your life, granted it's not like I'm some old man who's seen the world an all, but ya know, it's just a feeling I got." "Hey, what school do you go to?" Oh yeah, they were going back to school soon and they didn't even know where they were going to. "Well Flower Girl, I'm going back to good old Fortissimo academy, best place on this fine planet...minus all the rumors about curses, and the crime rate, and the um...well ya know it's still like home to me." His phone buzzed and he looked at the time. "Oh sorry Flower Girl, I gotta go get some cake. See ya later probably." With that he hurried out of the cafe and went to his baker. After apologizing for picking it up a day late, he ended up grabbing his new year's cake and bladed his way home. Once at home he dove into his cake, eating about a fourth of it, before his stomach revolted against him, essentially telling him that enough was enough. Having an odd feeling in his stomach, Evan eventually went to bed early for the day.
'Get your ass in gear you lazy shit.' This was annoying, no doubt. To have some sort of voice inside of his head now berating him for every little thing he didn't do. He had learned that he was apparently Maalik, Guardian of the Hellfire, (more from his box engraving and less from the actual leader person,) and had acquired his new blade, El-Harriss. Though Richard only was able to recognize it as the same blade that the mystery man, Michael Bishop, had used to defeat him so many times before. And as great as having a blade that could properly channel his flames was, he still didn't quite feel like doing much. He was just tagging along because he felt some odd sense of responsibility, probably from Maalik himself. Richard sighed at what his angel overseer said and went on 'what is it? We're at the hotel now so what more do you want?' He wasn't sure why this so called guardian of hellfire was constantly berating him for not doing anything. Especially when there wasn't anything he could really be doing. Well not anything that everyone else couldn't handle anyway. He could hear the annoyance in the angel's voice as he spoke, 'there are those possessed people literally crawling this entire place. Now then, somehow or another you are a decently competent fighter and can use your powers fairly well despite all your sloth. So I'm expecting you to return these creatures to where they belong.' Richard was actually pretty annoyed with everything that had gone on ever since he had met Maalik. The man was constantly scolding his laziness and making it much harder to sleep at any given moment. However Richard agreed and was granted peace and quiet in his own head. He went on a zombie slaughtering spree alongside the other fallen that were doing it until they finally found rooms. However because they were taking shifts, Maalik had basically forced, (not let him sleep otherwise) Richard into volunteering. This was going to be such a long journey. --------- Brandon followed everyone into the hotel and went along with how amazing everything was. And by amazing he meant how awesome it was that the place was infested with those zombies. This made it easier for him to go and train some more, albeit he felt bad for not being able to help Jo out with this getting stronger thing right now, but that was what tomorrow was for. They eventually made their way through the onslaught of the undead, and found rooms. They were supposed to keep watch for the night, but Brandon didn't volunteer. He didn't want to get stronger at a faster rate than Jo, because then they wouldn't be the best together. He decided to crash in a room that one of the new comers, the really tired and bored looking one, went into. He was one of the ones who ended up taking a shift, but he ended up just looking annoyed instead of sleeping for the entire time. Brandon waved to the man, who didn't respond, and went off to bed.[/plain]
Evan continued to listen to Flower Girl explain that her name was actually Estelle and that she didn't actually talk that much to people. Which Evan found weird because she had just recently apologized for being so rambley. Which Evan also thought was strange because well, Flower Girl didn't seem to go on about a topic more than any other person he knew of. Regardless he continued to sit there and drink his coffee as Flower Girl told more about herself to him. "Ya you're right. I'm a little bit shy around people sometimes, but you were just so lively and outgoing I couldn't just blow you off or something." Estelle laughed nervously. "It's cool that you're able to RollerBlade too, I'm not good at stuff like that" Estelle explained. Wait she was shy? Evan had found it strange that she figured herself to be shy, because other than the sitting by herself at a table and drawing silently, she seemed like a total extrovert. Not to mention he didn't really understand what she meant by him being so outgoing and lively. Evan thought he was just as lively as any other not depressed person and/or someone who wasn't a government official. Not to mention he thought that he was being average by trying to always be friendly to people. Regardless it was nice to know that his hidden powers of liveliness that even he didn't know about were able to keep him from being blown off by Flower Girl. "Well it's good to hear that you decided to keep talking to me then. The more friends the better." He also heard her comment about rollerblading and how it was cool that he was simply able to do it. Man this girl had like no self-confidence. "I hope this isn't too forward." She then proceeded to write down something on a sheet of paper and handed it to him. After examining it he saw that it was a series of number, either a secret code or a phone number. "Here, call anytime. Maybe we can hang out again sometime, if you want to anyway." It turned out to be a phone number. Slight bummer. But oh well this meant that they were totally buds now. "If you're as good at Roller Blading as you look like you are, maybe you can teach me. I wouldn't bet on it though, I'm really hopeless." He waved his hand casually and said "oh come on, it's not that hard to rollerblade. And besides, I'd be a horrible teacher. Though maybe both of us being horrible in our respective ways will balance it out." Evan looked thoughtful for a bit before he continued to drink his coffee. That is until he realized it was empty. He sighed, threw the cup at the trash can...and completely missed. Oh well.
Artist- ✏ Username: ShySkyheart ✏ Name: Emile Sanderson~ ✏ Age [ 14 - 22 ]: I'm 4 years old, though most people call me 16. ✏ Appearance: This is meeeee~ ✏ Specialty [ drawing, painting, sculpting ]: Oooh~ I do love drawing~, nothing quite beats the feeling of pencil to paper~ ✏ Hobbies [ aside from art ]: Oh I do enjoy paddle ball~ ✏ Personality: I think I've been described as being somewhat absent minded, though I don't know what that means...oooh a neat shaped cloud...Oh sorry~ Oh but more on me is that I do enjoy talking with people, since people are such wonderful people after all~ Though I don't understand it either, but people say I'm quite the pushover as well, but I couldn't push over anyone~ ✏ Creation: Sorrry, but I just haven't had that spark yet. ✏ Occupation: Nothing~ ✏ Other:
Evan Allen Walker: {~~~Day 12 (3/4)~~~January 1st, 2016, Saturday~~~Location: Evan's Place/Cafe~~~Mood: Morning Time~~~Music~~~Ooc:~~~} Evan was listening to what Flower Girl had to say. She only slightly recognized him, but that was to be expected since one does not simply remember the faces of all their customers ever. Though he was curious as to what she was drawing. He absolutely loved art, and painting...man he hadn't done any painting recently. He would need to fix that one of these days. Anyway, he was absolutely floored by her drawing. It was a flower, and more so, a RAINBOW flower. Flowers were cool and any drawing of them was bound to be cool as well, but he absolutely fucking loved rainbows. Rainbow was the color of everything...well no that was technically white, but rainbow was so much more vibrant and magnificent compared to white. "Whoooooaaa~, that is so awesome looking Flower Girl, you really got a talent there." "So, what's your story? Fruit Booter." Estelle smirked. "Well, I guess it might be better if I ask your name first." Fruit Booter? That was a new one. But hey, Evan was all about nicknames, they were a sign of good will and friendliness...unless the person giving the nickname was being a total ***** about it. Then that was just no bueno. "Ya know, it's always more polite to give your name first before asking someone elses." His face turned neutral for a second until it exploded back into his grin and he chuckled, "I'm just messing with you. Name's Evan. Pleased to get to talk to you Flower Girl." He took a sip of his coffee as he tried to think of what to answer as what his story was. It was quite the prophetic question truly, what was his story? Was his life truly just a story being written as time went alo-.... wait it probably just meant why was he here. Evan snapped out of his thought and said,"well Miss, I came here to get me a cup of coffee. As to why I'm talking to you it's because well ya know, talking to people and getting along with them is always more fun than chilling by yourself you know." He grinned some more as he went to drink more of his coffee.
Evan Allen Walker: {~~~Day 12(3/4)~~~January 1st, 2016, Saturday~~~Location: Evan's Place/Cafe~~~Mood: Morning Time~~~Music~~~Ooc:~~~} Evan had woken up rather later than he normally did. That was what alcohol did to a man though. He smiled and laughed to himself at the thoughts of last night and how fun it'd been. Though he wasn't entirely sure how Ria was doing, though he hoped she had been feeling better than she previously had. It was still his mission to make sure she would feel right as rain when all of this was over and done with all this depression business. So to another fun filled day with Ria! He hopped out of bed and got himself clothed this time. As he walked past the couch to his kitchen he stopped in his tracks midway. The couch was empty. He was pretty sure he and Ria had gone back to his place yesterday. He had had a few drinks but not enough to forget the entire night. He was wondering where exactly she was. He checked the bathroom and found it to be empty, which was like the only other place she could be. When he walked into the kitchen he noticed a note just lying there. It said something along the lines of thanking him for all his work in trying to cheer her up and giving her a place to crash. In addition she needed to get back home and couldn't keep wearing, (no matter how awesome they may be,) his clothes. Evan had a gentle smile cross his face as he read the note. It was good to see that she had finally managed to muster up the strength to go home now. Maybe her life was going to go on the right track now and she was on the path to happier times. He felt this was a good time to say mission accomplished. He got out some celebratory bacon and made himself some to eat. As he started scarfing down the bacon he facepalmed for forgetting to get his New Year's cake. Whoops, guess that was something that slipped his inebriated mind earlier. He figured he'd go pick it up later, but for now, he was going to go out. Getting his rollerblades on he hopped out his express way and went to rollerblade down to the good old cafe of coffeeness. Man that wasn't something he had done in quite a while. He rolled onward until he finally reached said cafe and got the wheel off his rollerblades before walking into the cafe. The clerk, the same one who had been there when he was here with Torv, who recognized the man in an instant. The clerk gave him a quick look of judgement, though Evan still ordered a coffee from that very clerk anyway. With coffee in hand he stepped away from the clerk and noticed a black haired florist sitting down doing whatever she did. "Yo flower girl,whatcha up to?" He sat down at her table. He had bought flowers on previous occasions in the year.
Brandon was ecstatic at her agreement to his plan and her response to his fist bump. He pumped his fist into the air and went "woohoo." Now that they were training buddies they needed to actually train. "Alright let's get right into this training thing...um, so any ideas?" Brandon realized he had no idea what he actually should be doing with training with Jo. Just the prospect of training was so overpowering that he completely forgot the, what they were supposed to do. "Hmmm, normally I'd suggest sword fighting but no offense, but that doesn't seem to be up your alley." He continued to think of how his powers had developed the way they had already. It was because he had lightning powers that he was able to do it by himself, but he didn't actually know what Jo's sort of skill set was. Actually he wasn't even sure what her angel title really even meant. "So, Jo. What kind of powers exactly do you have, because if we could figure that out then maybe we could try and use our powers in conjunction with each other and train them that way. And if all else fails," Brandon then said something totally shocking, "we could play tennis." Even the narrator can be prone to sarcasm at times.
He was delighted with Jo clapping at his new found ability. It was nice to be appreciated, especially when you use good old electromagnetism magic. Brandon was also kind of saddened by the whole thing about her not doing any training. That meant she wasn't getting any stronger either. And if neither of them were getting stronger than how were they supposed to become angel badasses. Jo looked like she had some sort of follow up but seemed to be struggling to articulate it. Then it hit Brandon like a lightning bolt. If neither were able to train with the other people then, "hey Jo, I got it! Let's train together and become angel badasses that'll be the strongest of them all. What do you say?" He stuck out his fist out in a cheery fist bump manner. He was extremely excited by this idea. Richard had woken up that day on an airplane forgetting the events of last night. He was wondering why exactly he was here until he saw the man he had fought earlier and everything came back to him. Great. He was wondering what exactly he had gotten himself into by joining this group and why he should feel so obligated to be a part of them. It's not like he cared about this stuff, or at least he thought he didn't. He continued to think on this until the motley crew, and now Richard, had reached a hotel where....well he actually had no idea what the hell they were doing here. He didn't know what they were saying. Though he figured that the translator he spoke to was their leader, and it would make sense that they were taking him....to their leader. He internally groaned at this thought and was wondering if he should go in or not. "Well you know, there isn't a reason to not go and talk to her." He glanced and saw his familiar looking man next to him just smirking at him. "So, are you the angel within?" He made a nervous chuckle a waved his hands in front of him. "My my, always straight to the point you are. The answer to that question, though, would be no. I'm not your inner angel, if anything I'm just as much of angel that you are." Richard raised his eyebrow questioningly. "Oh it's true you know, I'm really an actor...or was one. My real name is actually Michael Bishop, yeah I know, what a name for me." He laughed a bit at the thought seeing Richard's slightly annoyed face. "Well you see, I was an iteration of this angel, quite like you are. However when I died, my consciousness was sort of stored alongside other previous iterations. Being an actor an all, the angel decided that I'd make a great training partner against you since, he knew how you acted and reacted to things, and I could pull off the proper steps to do so." Richard was still annoyed, especially after learning he was somewhat conned into doing that angel power training thing. "So if you aren't the angel, who is he?" Michael chuckled a bit at that, "well if I could tell you, he'd already be here. For one reason or another he doesn't feel like you should interact with him until you've finally learned, from the translator girl most likely, what your angel identity is. That's why I'm the one talking to you not him." He started thinking about it for a bit, "but you two will totally get it along, I can just tell by the way you both act. Anyway, byyyeeee." With that the man vanished and Richard sighed. He walked into the hotel to find out just what exactly he was supposed to be doing, since it was getting boring sitting around doing nothing. Eventually he ended up finding his foreigner opponent go into a room and decided to follow up after him. Without any real reason to he decided to say something to all the people in the room, well other than the fact that he was getting restless with this. Walking into the room though, he saw a rather pitiful scene occur where someone tried to stand up and collapse immediately. Well clearly this group wasn't in the greatest of shapes. He sighed and said, "I'm just gonna go back to the car," and left, already regretting his decision to find that translator person. This whole angel thing was probably just going to be one big bother.
Brandon listened to his friends, Compadre and Jo, and their sincere greetings. It was quite relieving to see both of them again since that meant, well their journey could carry on and all. Then Compadre decided to go to the next door, Xana and Cas's room, to see how they were doing. His attention turned back to Jo how seemed to be twiddling her thumbs. "Sooo~. Uuuh... How have you been?" "Oh um, I've been doing fine thanks for asking. It's been pretty boring here as of late since not much going on and all, but now that you guys are here I'm sure fun times will resume." He finished this with a fist bump into the air to show his enthusiasm. It sure was good to have the gang, that he knew for like four days, back. "Umm... Ha-have you been training?" Brandon was a bit confused by her odd laughter. Though he guessed she was just as excited to catch up on events as he was. "Oh yeah...well no actually. Everyone's been kind of busy with their own thing so they didn't want to train with me, despite my enthusiasm." He started thinking about this more, "oh and Soleil," he motioned to Lion and Soleil's room,"she got shot in the leg or something when they were leaving a brothel in Italy. Though I have been doing some of my own training. See I learned this awesome new technique." He fired a jolt of lightning at his tennis ball in his room, electrifying it, and then electrifying his hand. The ball flew into his hand, just as it had earlier, "see pretty cool right?" He realized at this point he totally disregarded their journey and what Jo had been doing. "Oh right, how have you been doing? Did you do any training of your own?" He asked these in his usual enthusiastic rapid fire manner.
Brandon woke up in his bed and realized that there still wasn't much of a plan to go on. Without their angel compass the group didn't really have any direction to go in. So really all they had been doing was buying time and trying to not to get killed or something, until the original gang of angels he was with returned. Brandon didn't feel like leaving his room at all though, since it was really early morning and he'd probably be tempted to go on an idea of trying to murder some zombies elsewhere by himself. So he just grabbed his tennis racket and started playing around with it. Remembering the night before he tried to do more of that awesome electrical lightning things he did. He started electrifying the ball and tossing it all around while moving his hand around as well. The ball seemed to continuously gravitate towards his hand, but kept missing because he kept moving it. It was really amusing to the boy and made him slightly think he had psychic powers, only he knew what the power actually was. Eventually there was a knocking sound coming from his door, so he decided to go check it out. Probably Xana telling them to move out now or something and try to relocate again so they don't all die. However he was rather surprised by what he saw when he opened the door. He looked at the burly mexican figure and the frail looking white haired girl and a bright smile went on his face. "Compadre, Jo! Man it's been awhile, well like three or four days or something. Man how you guys been? What've you been up to? Why did you knock on my door?" He said the last question with a bit of confusion in his voice, not really sure of why he'd be the first one they go to.
Evan Allen Walker: {~~~Day 11(4/4)~~~December 31st, 2015, Friday~~~Location:Bar/Evan's House~~~Mood: Bro Moment~~~Music~~~Ooc:~~~} Evan had waited for Erik to return his greeting. Though Erik seemed a tad busy at the moment and looked like he was texting someone. Probably Cherry Red seeing as he did say they'd be hanging out today. Once done with whatever he was sending Erik, in all politeness, ordered the two of them drinks. He gave Erik money for his own and Ria's drink and began sipping it down. Ria looked a bit hesitant to go into hers, so Evan figured she must not have been of legal age yet. And drinking underage was ba- ahh who was Evan kidding. The free spirited man had totally not abided by that rule in his younger years. Ah memories...or lack there of for some of those times. After Ria playfully suggested that he was on some sort of vendetta Evan went along and said, "why yes I am, indeed. For you see each year this bar takes me in for a new year's eve and I must conquer all the hardships this establishment has to offer on my honor as a Walker." He said this all in a playfully dramatic way with slight emphatic gestures. However, boss man Erik seemed to not be paying his fullest attention to them. Evan could only assume that Cherry Red hadn't shown up yet and that was giving a bit of nervousness to him. After having a bro moment with Erik he and Ria finally went home, albeit the colorful man was a bit inebriated whilst doing so, but he still did it regardless. He set up his couch for Ria as she was spending the night with him once more and he finally went off to bed in nothing but his boxer shorts.
Richard wasn't entirely thrilled with the answer the man gave him. Really, this whole scenario felt like some sort of cliched action movie scene with that guy trying to be the cliche action hero. Regardless they were all safe from the zombies so he wouldn't externally complain about really...anything to the man. Not to mention it would've been a bother to do so anyway. After a good deal of driving the motley crew, that he was now apparently a part of, ended up at some random plane. He was under the assumption that either a) it belonged to one of them or b) they were just stealing some random persons plane. Regardless of what the truth actually was, Richard just walked into the plane, sat down and did what he did best. Nothing and sleeping.
After effectively training with no one at all in the slightest for the entirety of the day, Brandon went back to his room to start his journey to the realm known as sleep. He started bouncing his tennis ball all around, every which way until he finally had enough of just bouncing the ball around. What he needed to do was find some way to use his power. He was the archangel of lightning after all, and he did want to dive into these lightning powers as fast as possible. Though so far all he'd bothered to do was use it to electrify his tennis ball and other objects around him. Though he couldn't do something as overt as firing a lightning bolt inside a hotel. That'd be really bad for every party. So instead he go to thinking about his powers. After not really thinking too hard on it he thought of something new to do with his powers. He electrified his hand and the tennis ball and threw it, not really hard or anything. However the ball did end up going way farther than it should've. Then, when the electricity on his hand seemed to shift in some way, the ball started gravitating towards his hand. This was awesome. He was wondering how awesome it'd be to incorporate something like this in tennis. And combat furthermore. After doing this trick a few more times he felt a bit fatigued and decided to call it a night, going to bed an all.
Evan Allen Walker: {~~~Day 11(4/4)~~~December 31st, 2015, Friday~~~Location:Ice Skating Place/Bar~~~Mood:Totally Got This~~~Music~~~Ooc:~~~} Evan had slowly but surely been gaining a handle on his whole ice skating problem. He was learning how to stand without collapsing and was nearly at the point where he could move without it actually being some sort of awkward walk like thing. Furthermore, Ria had kept encouraging which made his already bright disposition to the whole situation that much brighter. He knew that at this rate there was no way he couldn't do this. Granted Rome wasn't built in a day and neither were ice skating skills, but he was getting the basic foundation down. After a while of this whole, trying to ice skate thing, Ria eventually skated back to him. ❝ Did you want to do something else today Evan? If not -- I should probably head home at some point. ... ❞ Evan had to think on this for a bit. He wasn't entirely sure to do today since it was New Year's Eve, which he normally spent alone anyway, but Ria was here and he couldn't leave her so disappointed with nothing to do. So instead he told her what he normally would do. "Well it being New Year's Eve an all, generally what I'd do is go out and have some fun at a local bar before going to a bakery and picking up a really large cake, that I'd then eat over the course of the week."Evan continued to think on this. Ria didn't exactly seem old enough to drink alcohol legally yet...or was she? He was a bit confused on her age actually. Regardless they had soda at bars right? So he decided that they should go to their local bar. Despite any form of resistance she might've had Evan ended up dragging her along to the bar. Afterall he was not having one of his friends spending the better part of New Year's Eve by themselves, and he didn't really know what else to do to help cheer her up. Besides bars were a fun place for all ages right? When they got in there, there was none other than Mr. Boss man Erik there."Yo Erik, been a while." He ended up dragging Ria along with him to talk with Erik.
Spending an sp for Sol on the rosemary...because speedy swordsmans are fun swordsmans.
The gang had eventually touched down back in the UK, but because London was "too much of a zombie infested hellhole" they couldn't stay there. While they were going to Northampton Brandon felt like there was something directly important to Xana that he knew, but just couldn't remember what it was. Well clearly it couldn't be that important if he couldn't just remember it on spot. At the inn, Brandon went to his designated room but quickly decided against staying there. He knew what was going to happen if he stayed in the room by himself and that was simply he was going to get bored from having nothing to do at all. He walked away from his room, bouncing his tennis ball along, giving off a tad bit of electricity to it with each bounce, and saw the rest of the gang just chilling. Looked like Lion and Soleil were having some sort of sibling bickering going while Xana was on the phone with someone. And based off the conversation it sounded like they were off recruiting more for there Anti-Satan/Super Badass Angel squad. After Xana finished on the phone he just sort of looked and said to no one in particular, "so, anyone want to train or something? I feel like I'm getting a tad restless here."
Evan Allen Walker: {~~~Day 11(3/4)~~~December 31st,2015, Friday~~~Location:Ice Skating Place~~~Mood:Totally Got This~~~Music~~~Ooc:~~~} Evan was, obviously struggling to get his feet off the ground...or rather stay on the ground. He was extremely elated to hear that Ria was having a good time here, despite what her inflection might have suggested. As he continued to stumble around like a chicken with his head cut off, Ria eventually extended out her hand to him. ❝ Here, let me help you Evan. ❞ And who was he to not take her help. He grabbed her hand and then grabbed her other hand as they started going across the ice. Evan still felt extremely unsteady, yet having the support of Ria holding him up did help out a good deal. ❝ You do a lot of roller skating right? ❞ "Despite what you might be seeing now, I do indeed," he said this with a slight hint of embarrassment behind his voice. ❝It's really not that different. You just have to take your time starting out and know when to brake properly. Pizza and French Fries, right? ❞ That did sound a good deal like rollerblading, not to mention pizza and french fries did sound delicious at this moment. It was that moment he remembered that Pizza and French Fries was a common beginners technique of moving and positioning your legs when ice skating. He tried to do just this but was still pretty awkward in his balance and his movements. While he did feel like the same concepts were imparted from rollerblading into this he felt more restricted in his ice skates than he did his rollerblades. But nevertheless he would have to continue going on, no matter how difficult the journey may or may not be for one to learn the intricacies of basic ice skating, Evan was determined to make sure that he learned them all. He eventually let go of Ria's hands and, while he did flounder about at first, he was able to stand on the ice...sort of. His balance was still really awkward and he was still bobbing and tipping with his legs fidgeting a bit here and there and but he was sort of standing on the ice."Se-see, I think I'm- whoa oh- gettin the hang of th-this."
Richard had noticed the not foreign man come in with a car. Well that was certainly interesting. Not to mention the man screamed in some foreign, yet strangely recognizable (no need to thank me) language to get in his car. Well that sounded about as safe as...well it sounded safer than getting mauled to death by a pack of demonic looking people. With much haste Richard made his way into a car that could only be described as an SUV and no more detail could be given. He ended up sitting down and cramming into the vehicle with everyone else and in no time they were off and away from the zombie people. Now despite the fact that they had just been saved by this stranger...he was still a stranger. "Så, hvem er du i?" ("So, who exactly are you?")
2 After attempting to shake hands with the man whom he had just fought something strange began to happen. Everything just went completely to shit out of nowhere. All of a sudden the walls were eroding, crumbling exploding and fire was just everywhere. What was with all the goddamn fire. All of the s that was falling down ended up exploding into to dust and worst of all, there seemed to be some sort of zombie like creatures that appeared out of nowhere. Well that was different compared to your average building going to hell scenario. He looked at everyone and they all thought the same thing. Which was to run their asses out of there. Not really paying any attention to his surroundings he made a bolt for out of the warehouse and started running away from those odd possesed creatures. After all, even with his new found fire powers, he didn't entirely want to go and fight an entire horde of possesed human beings.
