forum || One-on-One w/ Headband-Warrior || Some kind of awesome apocalypse RP thing || :3

Started October 13, 2019 by @Moriarty

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Do we want Kaz and Curtis to meet before or after the city gets plundered/destroyed?

Maybe Kaz got knocked out somehow during the attack on the city and lost his memory, so Curtis dragged him all the way into the woods.

Okay, I'll make the first post that kind of describes some aspects of the attack and what Curtis is doing during it. Your next post can involve Kaz maybe getting knocked out, and my next one can have Curtis dragging him away from the destruction, and we can just see how everything else goes from there? If you like. ^u^ I think this RP will be a ton of fun honestly.

Since Kaz is so tough, I think I'mma have a building fall on him or something like that

(Okay! Sounds great. XD RIP Kaz getting smashed by buildings. Good thing he's a tough boi.)

New Haven didn't stand a chance in a world as dark as this.
For years, the little city of New Haven had served as a refuge to many people seeking a peaceful life after the collapse of the American government. While the world was in chaos, some cities managed to cling to a bit of order and safety, however unstable it may have been. Unfortunately, in a time like this, it could never last– and the residents of New Haven were all but prepared when the terror finally came.
A gang who called themselves the Black Knights had stumbled upon an old military base– complete with dangerous weapons that were still usable. With a whole arsenal within their grasp, the group set out to plunder as many cities as possible with very specific goals in mind: destroy the city, kill the men, enslave the women and children.
When the first wave of attacks came, the residents panicked. Rocket launchers were fired into the city walls; small explosives were thrown over the barriers, directly into the city. Explosions and fire broke out everywhere. The next thing anyone knew, armed men with guns on their shoulders or knives in their hands came marching through the city, taking what they pleased and killing whoever they wanted. Buildings collapsed in on themselves; debris flew everywhere. It looked like a war scene. The men of New Haven tried to fight off the intruders, but to no avail. Their bloodied and broken bodies soon littered the streets.

Kaz walked boldly in the middle of the street, two pistols held in his hands. His face was scorched by a fire that he didn't feel, his shirt was riddled with bullets that only glanced off of his body like they were shooting at diamonds. The attackers that crossed his path laid dead in the street, bullet holes in each of their heads. Soon, word of him caught wind and was brought to the leader of the Black Knights. A plan was formulated to take out the seemingly invincible man. Rockets were fired at a building that was next to where Kaz was, aimed at the bottom where the support beams were placed. BOOM, BOOM, BOOM! Kaz only watched as the building slowly fell upon him, not even bothering to move. SLAM!
(Sorry that it's a bit sloppy, I lost momentum mid-way)

Explosions ripped through Curtis's small home on the edge of New Haven. He fled to the streets. Normally, retreat wouldn't have been on his agenda, but how was he supposed to take on men with rocket launchers and grenades when all he had was a bo staff? Avoiding them was his only hope of survival.
He watched as the walls of the city were demolished, along with any hopes and dreams he'd had of one day living a peaceful life. Ducking behind some large blocks of rubble, Curtis hoped to avoid the murderous glares of the men– most of which stood on the remains of the wall. But they weren't looking at him; they were focused on another man, walking down the bloodstained, cobblestone street, carrying two guns. Something about the man confused Curtis.
He looked pretty calm.
Before Curtis had time to really figure out why the man was so chill, the rocket launchers took out one of the larger buildings next to the man. Down the building went, rubble and rocks flying through the air. When the smoke cleared, Curtis could see that the building had collapsed on the man.
Now the rocket-launcher-guy was looking at Curtis.
"Oh crap," he mumbled under his breath, making a run for it. A single blast was shot, hitting the ground behind him. Through the air he flew, scraping his elbow and twisting his knee. They must've thought they killed him, because they moved on, deeper into the city.
But they didn't. Curtis composed himself, staggered over to the remains of the building. He knew it was a stupid idea to go digging for the body of a man who was doubtlessly dead, but for some reason, he couldn't refrain himself. Something compelled him to search for the stranger. He began to dig through the dust and rubble, searching desperately for the man hidden beneath the wreckage.

@PrettyLittlePyro, if you would like to do a separate one-on-one with me, we can, and if not, that's also fine. ^u^ I just wanted to let you know I'm not neglecting or ignoring you.

The man laid under a piece of rubble so big someone could've sold it for real estate. Any normal person would've been turned into a bloody meat pancake after a building fell upon him, but his chest rose and fell at a normal pace and the only sign anything happened was a bruise growing over his left eye. Thousands of tons of concrete, rebar, and steel fell on the guy. How was he even alive?

Curtis had expected to find a body that looked like roadkill, but instead he found a guy who looked like he was asleep, with the exception of the bruise. Curtis himself looked worse than this man, with bloody scrapes and a huge gash on his forehead– but Curtis wasn't even the one to get smashed by a building.
"What the–" His eyes widened in amazement. How was this physically possible? A miracle, perhaps? There was no time for bewilderment, though; he could still hear the sound of the city's destruction. If he stayed in the open, he'd likely be seen.
Trying his hardest not to cause the man any pain or damage (although he was wondering if that was even possible, considering what he'd just witnessed), Curtis pulled the man from beneath the debris. His whole body ached and complained as he pulled the man along, dragging him farther from the wreckage. Soon, they reached the edge of the city, which bordered the forest. The forest wasn't much safer, but there wasn't anywhere to else to go. They'd be found if they stayed in the city. Besides, there wasn't really much of a city left to stay in.
Curtis dragged the stranger into the woods, until he was sure they were unseen, and found a place to hide in some thick foliage. There, he collapsed on the ground, panting. It was a miracle that he had survived, but he couldn't think of that when this other man had survived a whole building.

It took about 5 minutes for Kaz to begin stirring. It started with small groans and mumbled curses. Next came the occasional twitch or jerk. Finally, his eyes slowly opened, squinting at the sunlight that seared his pupils.
"Mmmmmph," he said, sitting up and rubbing this head. "God, who dropped me off a building in my sleep?"

Curtis was still lying on the ground, sore and bruised. He stared at Kaz wide-eyed as the man sat up, rubbing his head. Curtis grunted as he forced himself upright to look at Kaz, to promise himself that this was real and not his imagination. Maybe Curtis had a concussion and it was making him hallucinate. Could concussions cause hallucinations?
"You– how–" Curtis tripped over his words; he paused to compose himself before continuing. "I don't– I don't understand. You… weren't dropped off a building; a building was dropped on you. How– how are you still alive?! That's impossible!"

Kaz raised an eyebrow over at the panicked man, giving him an incredulous look. The hell was this guy talkin' about? Actually, better question: Who even was he?
"Woah, bud," he said, putting a finger out to hush him. "Way too early in the morning for you to be speakin' that fast."

Curtis's bright blue eyes remained wide, locked on Kaz. The more he thought about it, the more it freaked him out; his face may have even paled slightly. He looked like he'd seen a ghost, because as far as he was concerned, he almost was looking at a ghost.
"But– you– you were–" He swallowed hard, feeling (and looking) like an overly amazed child. This guy not only survived, but he was sitting up, talking plainly less than fifteen minutes after it happened. Impossible! Curtis was tripping. He had to be dreaming, hallucinating, imagining– something! There was no way this was real. "Who are you?!"

"Who am I?" Kaz frowned at the question. Who am I? Um……huh. I have zero clue. What kinda person doesn't know their own name?
"Well…..who are you?" Kaz diverted, simply because he had no clue how to answer it.

(Why am I laughing? Am I insane? Probably.)

Curtis hesitated. "Curtis," he replied warily, staring at Kaz. "Some people call me Curt. But– you– didn't answer my question. How are you still alive?" Curtis shifted his position a bit, obviously still in some pain, although not to an excruciating degree. "That building could've– should've– killed you."

"What building?" he asked, pulling a face.
The hell? This guy is raving about some building falling on Kaz, which seems so ridiculous that he didn't even want to think about it too hard. And his name. How does he not remember his own name? All of this made his head hurt more than it already did.

"The building!" Curtis paused, realizing that the statement "The building!" didn't answer questions. "You were in New Haven. They… shot a building down. It fell on you. I thought you were dead– anybody else would've died– but no! You were alive! I saw it happen. You were just walking down the street, and the next thing I know– BOOM." Curtis used gestures to support his point, but he realized that he probably looked like an overly-enthused child trying to tell a story. "And now here you are! Alive!"

It took Kaz a couple of moments to fully comprehend what Curtis had said. The first thought that passed through his head was, This guy's insane. The second was, Dude looks like a toddler when he speaks.
"So you're trying to convince me that people shot down an entire building for the sole purpose of killing me," Kaz said slowly, "And that I survived?"

Curtis nodded. "I know it sounds crazy, but I saw it. I'm just as confused as you are." He could tell that this guy didn't believe him– which made him feel dumb, considering the fact that Curtis barely believed himself. He wouldn't have believed it either, if he hadn't witnessed it firsthand. He knew no one was was going to take him seriously if he didn't calm himself down a bit and stop acting like he was hopped up on coffee. "Maybe it gave you a concussion, if you can't remember any of it."

"I….can't remember my name, either," he admitted, scratching the top of his head and pulling a face. "Whatever happened, it knocked my memories out of my head." Although I doubt it was a building.
A plume of black smoke slowly trailed its way up into the sky as the Black Knights began to burn the city. Say what you will about them as people, but they were thorough as hell.
"Is that the city you said got merked?" Kaz asked, beiginning to stand to get a better view.
(In case you need to know that that means https://www.urbandictionary.com/define.php?term=murked)

((ME TOO! This is a heckin' lot of fun. You're a good RPer and Kaz is the best.))

Curtis stood up, trying to dust off his clothes– which was pointless, considering the fact they were so tattered and stained that getting any worse didn't seem like an option.
"You don't even remember your name?" Maybe the building had hurt the guy a bit more than Curtis originally thought. Still though, it was impressive that the man even survived. "Yeah, that's New Haven." He frowned. "Er– was New Haven." He watched the smoke rise, a sickening feeling churning deep inside him as the realization set in: he no longer had a place to live. And, not only that, all of his acquaintances were dead.

((Thank you! Same to you!))

"Hm," was his only response, scratching the side of his face absentmindedly.
He undoubtedly had people he cared about in the town, but without his memories, he felt no emotional reaction to the burning Haven.
"Think anyone else survived?" Kaz asked, glancing over at his new accomplice to gauge his reaction. It didn't look good.

(I feel like there should be someone who survived that knows Kaz. Maybe a potential love interest?)

(Ooo yes. What kind of personality do you think would pair well with Kaz in a relationship? Similar? Opposing? A bit of both? She could remember him and that's where he finds out what his name was? Would it be an interesting twist if the love interest turned out to be one of the scientists that had helped with the experiment or is that too much? XD ^{sorry I ask a lot of questions :3} )

Curtis swallowed hard, struggling to keep himself together now that he was thinking about all of the families that had been torn apart and slaughtered in what was once a peaceful city. His family had been dead for a long time, but now he'd lost everything. Involuntarily, he found himself fingering his necklace– which had once belonged to his father– although that didn't help ease the stress.
"I hope so," he replied finally, sounding much steadier than he felt. "There were a lot of people in New Haven. Surely some of them could've gotten away."