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@princeofzone9
((You know what, OFF Fandom. Because our game is originally in French, I vote we do things differently for our sexy days of the week thing.
I propose this.
Lundi (Monday): Let me Tell You Lundi Mardi (Tuesday): Make me Blush Mardi Mercredi (Wednesday): Moist Panties Mercredi Jeudi (Thursday) Just Because Jeudi Vendredi (Friday) Very Horny Vendredi Samedi (Saturday) Sexual Samedi Dimanche (Sunday) Dirty Talk Dimache
Yes?))
The Batter focused on Antoine as he spoke. He took his bat off of his shoulder to hang from his hand by his legs to show he meant no harm. An odd scent reminiscent of blood hung in the air. Maybe there had been an accident on the job recently? He ignored it as he stopped a foot or two away from Antoine.
“I was told to come to this Zone and find Factory 16. I’m looking for a powerful weapon to drive back the spectres.” he paused for a moment.
“‘To fight back the darkness, sometimes you have to dive right into it.’ That was the hint given to me. Does that mean anything to you?”
Oh.
Oh.
Well shit.
Antoine pushed past the Batter and stuck his head outside to see if anyone might be coming. It was a silly gesture since the Zone was almost entirely abandoned. But as he saw that the coast was clear, he grabbed the man by the arm and yanked him inside. "Get in here."
Antoine removed one of the heavy leather gloves from his arm to show off the faintly glowing prosthetic arm beneath. With metal fingers, he lifted a little panel on the wall, revealing a black scanning pad. He pressed his hand against it, letting it scan over his hand giving off a little cheerful chime and a robotic greeting of "A C C E P T E D" before the doors behind the Batter slammed shut. One layer, then some bars, the another door, and more bars, and another -- it would turn out to be a solid ten layers thick, and the windows all became sealed off as well.
"Yer not going ta be turnin' me in, are ya?" Antoine asked, his eyes narrowed as he turned to look at the Batter through the orange glass of his welding mask. "Because if I find word ya've sent the Queen here ta get ta me after I bring ya, I will hunt ya down on this mission of yours and I'll yank yer fuckin' head off and eat yer corpse, understand?" It was hard to tell if this was an empty threat, but if the Batter knew what was good for him, Antoine may have been serious about the eating part.
He didn't wait for an answer. He figured if the Batter was going to turn on him, he could always slaughter him when they got down to the market, and sell his flesh as a new product. Zacharie'd have nothing on him.
Antoine began to walk, leading the man through a few winding corridors of machines and crates before he pushed a stack of wooden boxes aside to reveal an old door. He rapped his knuckles against the wooden door, which turned via a wheel in the center much like a submarine's hatch, instead of a real door. A voice crackled from beneath, this one not robotic but covered in static like a radio signal. "Password?"
Antoine rolled his eyes and very briefly lifted the mask, as if revealing that he wasn't anyone suspicious to an unseen camera. "Understood." came the crackling voice as the door opened, sighing from its weight. Antoine wasn't risking giving the Batter his password.
He led the man down stairs which seemed to go on for a solid hour at least, but Antoine was bringing him to the depths where the merchants and criminals all lived. Sure, Zone 9 might have been industrial, but it offered itself up as a safe haven from those avoiding the law. But he'd never tell the Batter that. He wanted to live, didn't he?
He opened a final door, swinging it open to reveal what must have been a thriving community beneath the Zone. It was an actual town, although nowhere near as charming as it ought to be. The buildings were made out of scrap metal walls and tin roofs, nothing matching as all the colors were patches of metals that were welded together. Streets and shops lined the underground town, as people -- Elsens, People, and others alike --went about their daily routine. It was a refuge for people who'd been driven out of other Zones, probably by the very man Antoine was leading down here.
"The shops ya see here are fer the locals," Antoine said as he began leading the Batter past a few homes and workplaces. "The place ya want is on the other side of town."
[Antoine's got blood smeared on his face. Either he loves a lady every day of the month, or he got hungry again...Oops. Just excuse him while he towels off his face.]
Send my character a ► and a command. They must obey.
Le viande des personnes. (gore warning)
Shiloh stands and waits patiently, even a bit dreamily up at the man as he deliberates. “Oh? Well, that’s not a problem, if you got the time. Don’t really want to end up anywhere dangerous, so uh… Mostly I’m looking for interesting stuff. Shiny things, little… little gears?” He wiggles the fingers of one hand. “Nice things like that. See, I got a guy back home who lets me with ‘im, and I like to find him stuff, as um, as rent, even though it’s not really rent. And places like this, that’re abandoned, always have that sort of stuff. So…” Trailing off, he wanders past Antoine, deeper into the factory.
It's not a rough, angry gesture, but a slow and almost gentle one as Antoine lowers his wrench, the heavy head of it dropping on to the Elsen's shoulder. His eyes narrow as he stood behind the fucker. He could spare himself the panic of having to keep this guy from stumbling upon anything right now. He could swing that wrench in and bash his brains all over the concrete. His lip twitched into a grin as he thought about it.
Nah, he'd probably do that anyways. He'd probably get himself a good beating in, but he'd make this a game. Yeah. A game. He'd play host for as long as he could manage and then WHAM CLANG CRUNCH. He'd let loose. But not too loose. It would be a pain to clear up anymore blood stains.
"'Fraid I can't let ya go that way," he said, voice low while the Elsen began to wander. "If ya don't wanna end up anywhere dangerous, ya might wanna follow me instead." he said, turning and instructing the Elsen to follow but on a different route.
((re: passive aggressive blogging.
my mood is unstable and i know why. its due to lack of socialization right now. im getting off tumblr for a day or two to clear my head and get out of the house. im taking it out on people on rp blogs and i shouldn’t be. i just need to get off tumblr for a day...
((If you like cannibalism, you're RPing with the right character.))
Headcanon
Antoine actually killed the original guardian of Zone 9. Brutally. Antoine may have sold pieces of the original guardian to Zacharie to sell to the Batter.
But he won't ever say.
Diklahmun doodled too many OCs Part 4
((ITS MY BABY))
j-aipeur replied to your post: ((I keep having this urge to make an Enoch blog…
((Hngh don’t tempt me.))
((tempt you how? ;3))
((As in I’ve been wanting to throw this guy at Enoch for ages because THIS KID IS STEALING HIS SUGAR PROFITS.))
((AHHHH that would be bad omg. and by bad I mean great))
((MAKE THE ENOCH BLOG.))
j-aipeur replied to your post: ((I keep having this urge to make an Enoch blog…
((Hngh don’t tempt me.))
((tempt you how? ;3))
((As in I've been wanting to throw this guy at Enoch for ages because THIS KID IS STEALING HIS SUGAR PROFITS.))
“To fight back the darkness, sometimes you have to dive right into it.”
Zacharie’s words rang in his head as the Batter stood at the entrance of Zone 9 staring at a piece of paper with the words “Factory 16” written on it. He sighed and shouldered his bat. He didn’t really know what Zacharie meant by his words, or who he had to find. All he knew is that he could find a new powerful weapon to defeat the spectres with.
The purifier walked along the Zone taking in the sites. The industrialization far outdone that of Zone 3. It almost seemed foreign compared to the first three Zones. It was also hot. Very, very hot. Sweat was starting to pour down the back of his neck even though he was just strolling along. Slowly he made his way around looking for this “Factory 16”. After a while he finally found it. He hoped it was cooler inside. Slowly, he opened the door and slipped inside.
“Hello?” he called out.
He'd had enough of random visitors. He was so fucking tired of guests coming in and out. He didn't live anywhere exciting and there was nothing to do here. He was fed up with it all. He was going to break the train if he had to. He was going to hide the Nothingness blocks and he was going to isolate his goddamn zone forever and always.
So when he heard the voice call out, he didn't greet his new guest with kindness and civility like he had been (after all, he was still really hungry and there were a couple bodies hiding in the confines of this factory. Instead, he held his wrench and a blowtorch out in his hands, poised to attack when he saw the individual.
However, he would quickly drop the torch and tuck the wrench back into his belt when he saw who the visitor was. Baseball jersey, cap and bat in his hands, a stoic demeanor and the dripping layer of spectre slime on his shoes. This was not the man Antoine should have been threatening. The Batter. This was the goddamn person Antoine had sealed his Zone off against and yet he was still here.
He took a step back, making sure his wrench was totally secured, and he flipped his mask down to cover his face, hoping that the man hadn't gotten a good look at it.
"What can I do for you?"
a healthy workplace environment.
“No, it looks like it’s in order.” Hugo raps a knuckle against the metal hide of the furnace. “But I’ll need to see all the furnaces.” He sticks his hands back in his pockets and turns to Antoine, rocking a little on his heels. The ground is hollow, he can feel it, every vibrating molecule if he wanted to, the curves and bells and hollows, the grids, the fine meshes, every metallic atom sang to him if he just chose to listen, and he did. Of heat and pressure, of dark stillness. Miles of tubes. “This zone runs deep, doesn’t it? It’s been an entertaining tour so far, but there must be a lot more to see.”
Keep calm. Keep cool. Even in a Zone where the temperature reaches a balmy ninety-five plus humidity, Antoine had to keep cool. He smiles, arms folding behind his back as Hugo makes his request. "Well, that'll be a whole hundred and forty-eight furnaces ya gotta inspect." he confesses. "Not all fer body burnin' mind you. We got one sugar furnace per row'a factories, and then we got all the forges too. We got sixty-eight factories here, and well ya'd be on yer feet all day inspectin' each one."
Antoine gave a shrug at the comment about the zone running deep. Sure. There was one layer before the market. And that wouldn't be to bad to show him. But as long as he didn't go searching for the entrances down below. "Storage." he said for starters. "And we keep most'a our smoke down there in case of emergencies. Air gets ta be kinda toxic here sometimes so we gotta open our smoke supply now and then to clean it up. It ain't real excitin' down there."
Le viande des personnes. (gore warning)
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Shiloh stands, listens to the distant, hollow scraping noises of things within the building being moved about. He was not alone here, though the noises seemed deliberate, not the random thrashings of some cornered animal. Maybe that was ultimately not for the better. He would have to find out.
He blinks slowly at the man(? guardian? he must be something of the sort. he was not a spectre) who’d greeted him in such a friendly manner. “No? That’s a shame. Seeing all the same people all the time.” The air smells of hot metal, meat, a smell Shiloh had become accustomed to, during the brief time he’d worked in the furnaces. “I came by train. Never been here before.” Shiloh sort of flops an arm in the general direction of the station. “It okay if I look around? I won’t take anything important.”
Train? Train. TRAIN?!! Suddenly it clicked in Antoine's head where that poor bastard had come from. He forgot. Zone 9 was communicating with other Zones for more workers because of the sudden population drop in the purely industrial Zone and that poor sap was probably from another Zone. And here he was, being completely paranoid over this poor fucker being just a GODDAMN SPY. For all he knew the little fucker was from Zone 10 or Zone 8 and he would have one of those guardians on his ass soon enough. Fuck. Fuck. FUCK. He forgot he'd fixed those goddamn trains and he'd forgotten that he'd ask for more workers. Thank god he wasn't a guardian or things would be really fuckin' steamy here. Or rather, steamier than they were already.
Antoine's lips quirked at the question. Look around? LOOK AROUND? No one just looks around his factory unless they've got consent from someone in charge here, or higher up. And if they do, he's gotta be there. This was his precious Zone and like hell was he just going to let a goddamn Elsen peek around without his consent. "There are some restricted areas." He finally spoke, his voice calm compared to the shitstorm in his head. "And ya gotta let me come with ya. What if somethin' were ta happen?"
Yeah. What if somethingwere to happen.
((I want to belong here.))
((But I don’t think I really belong in the OFF fandom. With Rookie, Antoine or Oliver. I don’t think I belong here because I doubt myself too much.
I’m sorry but I don’t know if I should stick around.
I want to RP all these things. Like Rookie coming to terms with his mission. Or Antoine getting killed. Or Oliver being purified and being reverted back to a regular puppeteer.
But I don’t think I belong here.))
((I really want to do like, serious roleplaying with Antoine. With like, canon characters and more often. I've got this draft with Hugo but that's the only canon character that seems to be interested in playing with him.
I'm starting to feel like unless they're puppeteers, OFF OCs aren't really well liked.))
"Real fuckin' hungry man..."
