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Post-apocalyptic setting

Jul 11, 2009 22:59

Your character's world has ended and purgatory awaits them, a wasteland full of ruined buildings. The surrounding desert constantly wears down the buildings with a neverending wind. There aren't any monsters to worry about, no zombies or demons, but your characters are haunted by the ghosts of people they once knew and there's only one escape from ( Read more... )

apocalypse, au

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thatmaskedchick July 12 2009, 06:43:08 UTC

Immortality certainly had its perks. Ruby didn't need food or sleep or clean water to get by. She also hadn't been alive, in the strictest sense, in a fair few centuries, and anyone she might have been haunted by had been dead and forgotten long before the end of the world.

The end of the world. The demon snorted softly to herself, stretched out what might have been a deck chair in another life. Well, someone in Demon Sunday School had missed the mark just a little bit when it came to the apocalypse. There was no reign of fire, no Lucifer breaking the bonds of his prison and rising triumphantly to lead. There was just...wind. And nothingness. It was like Hell all over again, but without any of the added benefits ( ... )

allroadslead July 12 2009, 22:58:02 UTC

Dean was like a shadow these days, following him everywhere in silence, and yeah, Dean had never strayed far even back then, but never the way he was now. Sam wasn't sure why, but whatever happened, whatever they did to him, it seemed to have just made him laser-focused. Sam wasn't complaining; if not for Dean, who the hell else was there?

But it did make wandering off a little more difficult. He'd contemplated more tactful approaches, but then, Dean had never been the most tactful person himself so Sam had taken to telling him that he wanted to be alone. Dean never asked. There were a lot of things they chose not to ask each other, though, so Sam wasn't too surprised that Dean had let it go. Maybe he'd ask later, hint at it, but Sam would only brush him off or dodge the question and the evasive cycle would start up all over again. He might've found it unsettling in the past. But things changed.

Granted, given what Dean was himself now, what Sam was, and what Dean knew about him and let him do, he didn't think Ruby's presence would ( ... )

thatmaskedchick July 13 2009, 01:09:52 UTC

Ruby peered at Sam over the top of the dusty leather jacket she was using as a pillow. "News of what?" she asked dully, raising an eyebrow. Even she was starting to look a bit shabby now, dirty and bedraggled. There was no way to keep up appearances in a post-apocalyptic waste, and no need to.

"Sam, society as we know it has ceased to exist and that's left is wind, cockroaches, and Hostess Cupcakes. There's no news. Now let's talk about why you're really here." She pushed up her shirt far enough to expose the Bowie knife stuffed in the waistband of her jeans ( ... )

allroadslead July 13 2009, 02:52:51 UTC

Sam shrugged, arms folded loosely across his chest. That was a good point. He didn't know what he was looking for. Something. Something to change. At this point, he was fairly certain he didn't care if it changed for the worse or the better because this. This steady pace of nothing, a complete lack of a goal, was going to drive him insane. He didn't even have the job of looking after or saving Dean anymore. That part was over. He'd already screwed it up. Three strikes."You came back," he said. He didn't move closer because Ruby would do it for the both of them eventually. She always did have a thing for personal space. "That was almost news ( ... )

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up in Heaven; other people up top can feel free to say hi! heavenlysoldier July 12 2009, 07:06:42 UTC

Nothing had gone as planned.

Castiel had already come to terms with it (at least as much as he could), and yet the apocalypse wasn't something anyone just got over. It wasn't something that could be reversed now that it had happened, which left him and the rest of his kindred with this overwhelming feeling of failure.

The most surprising part of it all was that it had not been Lilith and her minions who had made this come to pass. Instead, it had been mere humans who had changed the tide of fate and prevented Dean Winchester from fulfilling his true destiny.

Pacts with demons could not be broken, and so Dean had been taken to Hell, as predicted. It was at that point when the link broke and their chosen one was whisked away from them. Humans should not have had the ability to pull someone out of Hell and put them through their own version of it, but they had, exposing Dean to a brand of torture that was just as bad (if not worse) than what he would have gone through if he'd remained in Hell ( ... )

Re: up in Heaven; other people up top can feel free to say hi! opposingheaven July 12 2009, 23:39:02 UTC

So, that was the end of the world? Kenren had expected more youkai and stuff. Maybe the Boddhisatva standing somewhere in the middle of it snickering over some great cosmic joke that only se could understand. But that had just been... kind of dull actually. And so here he was in the Heavens again. A different set of Heavens but he was willing to bet that this one was much the same as the one that he had known, albeit with more clouds and fewer cherry trees.

On the other hand, they still had alcohol. Wine. That he could live with (be dead with? He hadn't quite figured out what was going on with him yet. Differently incarnated, perhaps?).

There was one solitary figure in sight. Kind of reminded Kenren of Tenpou in a superficial way, the stubble and slightly scruffy, haven't-slept-in-a-week appearance. "So what do you do for fun around here or am I going to have to pick a fight with the top dog again?"

up in Heaven heavenlysoldier July 16 2009, 08:01:53 UTC

Angels didn't usually have casual chats up in Heaven. When they spoke to each other, it was to convey orders, to plan, to reprimand, to confirm someone's faith. Most of his kin had stopped speaking with him as of late, as he made it his business to look occupied and there wasn't much to talk about in the first place. The apocalypse was at the front of all of their minds, but what could truly be said about it ( ... )

Re: up in Heaven opposingheaven July 16 2009, 09:52:15 UTC

Kenren sighed softly at the answer, rolling his eyes. Great, just great. He had another Tenkai on his hands except, if possible, even more boring. "I wouldn't worry about the picking fights part at least," he said with a grin. "I have a knack for that." Unless everyone here was worse than in Tenkai, then he could soon get a brawl started he was sure.

He ran a hand through his hair a little tiredly. "Seriously, one day I am going to find a Heaven which isn't immensely boring and stuck up. One which is actually, y'know, heavenly and all." Because this wasn't it. Far from it in fact.

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clockmongler July 12 2009, 07:25:46 UTC

...of course.

Of course that was how it would turn out. The Superior's plan had failed, the Organization on a whole had failed, then this. X wasn't particularly certain how it had all fallen this quickly, but the results were clear.

There was no Kingdom Hearts. There was no going back to his former self, no heart, no emotions, not even getting to toss off the emptiness that plagued him for years now.

Perhaps he had been a Nobody for too long, but he could not find any sort of pity or self-loathing to feel at the moment. He could not even pretend to be disappointed. What had happened had happened, after all, and far be it for him to question Fate now. She always knew what was for the best, yes? So the Nobody merely sat atop a ruined building, hood protecting his face from the wind, and watched the moving sands below.

It was quite pretty, really.

[Free~]

runner_up_robot July 12 2009, 08:57:29 UTC

Forte had reactivated quite suddenly, and was surprised - as much so as a robot could be - at what he found. He'd been in deserts before, but aside from sand, there were buildings all around. He made a quick assessment of his condition, and seemed to be fine, though partly pinned beneath some rubble. He freed his legs, and started to wander ( ... )

clockmongler July 12 2009, 09:19:32 UTC

Members of Organization XIII were taught the value of stealth early on, how to listen and wait, to go through worlds unnoticed. Luxord regularly made a game of it, himself, yet, at the moment, he could care less (what was the point of following the rules of a defunct organization? That would be silly). His eyes stayed fixated on the world below, watching the wind toss the loose earth around like a petulant child, fascinated.

It was so very pretty.

"Most probably, yes." He had only seen glimpses of others, though they all seemed... unreal, somehow. Intangible. He wasn't as pathetic or desperate for contact to speak with them, but since it was obvious this was not an illusion, X turned his attention to it after a moment. A machine?

runner_up_robot July 12 2009, 09:40:58 UTC

Forte looked down at the rubble again, the pale, shifting colours. His world was one of bright, saturated colours - reds and blues, white skulls and purple wings. Now, there was nothing but shades of brown. He laughed.

"He would never let this happen. I must have beat him and not remember it... or if I didn't, I still outlived him. Rock would have died before he let something like this happen, and here I am." He didn't look like he'd been knocked offline in battle - badly scraped and slightly dented in a few places, yes, but the rubble falling could have caused that. But if he was alive and Rock wasn't, maybe that was good enough.

"After all this time, the Blue Bomber is..."

A failureHe hadn't said it out loud... someone else finished his sentence, and he spun around wildly - but Wily wasn't there. He'd heard that same phrase sneered at him a dozen times before, and he knew Dr. Wily had to have been standing right behind him ( ... )

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dual_worlds July 12 2009, 07:27:07 UTC

Wind ruthlessly whipped against their backs as Spock placed one foot onto the set of stairs leading up to the sagging, dilapidated porch up ahead. The wood groaned beneath the weight of his faded boot, but after a brief moment, Spock was satisfied that the structure would hold long enough for them to move up the stairs and into the building that loomed over them ( ... )

in_three_years July 12 2009, 07:45:45 UTC

Under normal circumstances, Kirk never would have wanted someone other than him to take the lead, but circumstances hadn't been normal in a good long while. As it was, Kirk could barely keep up with Spock despite the slow pace the Vulcan was keeping for his sake. He hated feeling this weak, but it had been more than a few days since he'd eaten anything -- even for someone like him, that was going to take its toll.

His head was clouded and his movements were sluggish. It was a lot worse than he was even telling Spock, but he didn't need the Vulcan to worry over something he couldn't do anything about. They were already searching for food, had been searching for what felt like way too long.

With his own cloak pulled up over his mouth to keep the dust out, Kirk resisted the urge to cling to the banister as he followed Spock up the stairs. The fact that even getting themselves fed was such an effort was depressing, but there wasn't much point in complaining about it. Now all they could do was survive, but that was hard when there wasn ( ... )

dual_worlds July 12 2009, 08:26:11 UTC

Once the Captain had entered the building, Spock stepped aside and allowed the door to fall shut with a sound that would have reverberated throughout what appeared to be a sort of lobby area. That is, if it hadn't been somewhat drowned by the roar of the wind outside ( ... )

in_three_years July 12 2009, 08:43:21 UTC

Kirk nodded once Spock gave his assertion of what it was they had stumbled across. It definitely looked like a hotel, which meant there might be a chance of finding some leftover food around here if they got lucky and it hadn't already been looted by other people who had beat them to it. Kirk was used to eating long-expired food by now. Sometimes it was okay and sometimes it wasn't, but it was a risk he'd been forced to take ( ... )

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poolcuemurder July 12 2009, 07:45:17 UTC

Why was he still alive?

Another war was inevitable. As long as humans existed as they did, they would find a reason to kill one another--a perfect reason why Master Zato's (Venom knew it was his now, he really did, but it would always be Master Zato's in his heart and therefore that was what he would always refer to it by) Guild thrived as it did, why it survived as long as it had. They would always fight over something; if not energy, land. If not land, power. The world was always at war, no matter the situation, and if someone assumed another would never happen after those one hundred years of feuding with the Gears, they obviously deserved a hit on their head since they weren't using it anyway, at least not for anything substantial.

War was inevitable, no matter how many wished for peace. It raged on before tearing the world apart one last time, finally consuming it and destroying every single person within it.

...so why was he still alive?

Why was he always the only one to remain ( ... )

alcohol_abuse July 16 2009, 03:34:41 UTC

What had been functioning as a door in the broken building shifted as a large being shoved her way through it. Seven feet tall and very muscular, the figure's silhouette indicated long hair and, more importantly, a singular horn protruding from the forehead of whatever had just entered the building. it could have been wearing a long skirt, it could have been holding something large and round in its left hand - it was hard to tell. Uncaring about the presence of another, the figure moved further into the building, hunching over some to keep the tip of its horn from catching on the ceiling ( ... )

poolcuemurder July 16 2009, 04:46:56 UTC

He heard it before he saw it, not that doing so was much of an accomplishment with all the noise--an intruder. How had they managed to get in here? How had they found him? They were attempting to destroy the Guild once again, weren't they? Someone was always trying to destroy it, but they wouldn't be able to. As long as he lived, as along as he drew breath, no one would pry the Guild away from him. Whoever this bother was, they would not get away with their intrusion!

He saw Master Zato's lips move in the corner of his eye. No sound came out, nothing that Venom could decipher, but he could read them well enough.

"Enemy."

He turned to face her, quickly summoning a billiard ball in front of him while he twirled his cue in his other hand. Whoever the stranger was, whatever she was (a Gear?), orders were orders, and any enemy of Master Zato's was his enemy as well. Her words fell on death ears (a part of him recognized how silly this all was, that this was baseless and paranoid in nature, but the rest of him drowned it out).

"Leave."

alcohol_abuse July 16 2009, 05:00:36 UTC

What strange weapons this one had. Yuugi gave a hearty laugh at the brandishing.

"Hahahaha! You look like you'd be fun in a fight, but I've got more important matters," the oni proclaimed. She didn't stop at all, but moved further into the room, easily hefting up another chunk of debris and tossing it aside, looking for hidden caches underneath it.

"Tell you what - if you find any sake or even some of that Outside World alcohol, I'll let you have a drink of it." The man had no idea how generous Yuugi was being with that offer. It was rare for the oni to let anyone other than Parsee share her sake.

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