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@rejo1c1n
«Rejoice sat there, mindlessly listening to the old radio--the thing barely worked. He didn't know what to do anymore. It's so...quiet, now that the shelter's empty.»
«The radio cut out.»
"It's so quiet all alone.."
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★Ooc info under the cut★
Is there anyone in particular that you are looking for out there?
"well..um not really..." «He paused» "Just the people I found over the radio... But I'm honestly just looking for anyone!!" «he trailed off, eyes growing distant and cloudy. His voice falling flat and quiet and slightly bitter» "I hate how quiet it's gotten here....it makes me think of little of us they're are left..."
«Rejoice takes out some paper, making a list of the people on the radio and what he knows about them.»
★ Parrotx2. Alone. Currently traveling to Capital City. Looking for Wifies. FM 104.8
★ Spepticale. Alone. Somewhere safe. FM 102.2
★ Spokeishere. Alone. Hiding in a tree at spawn. Looking for Mapicc.
★ Theobaldthebird. Alone. Traveling around. Somewhere near Capital City.
«He'd then take an old map of the area, crudely drawing his estimations of where everyone is. All while begging for whatever's out there to have mercy and let them live.»
★ 103.1 FM - Leowok
«Rejoice decided to look over his lists and crude maps again. It's been a while since he's been in contact with anyone over the radio and he's becoming restless. He's just found these people, just gain this hope...he can't lose them already! He can't.»
«Before he knows it he's begun to pace, horrid thought intruding in his mind. What if their radios broke? What if they ran out of food and went to stock up? What if someone got hurt?? What if they got bit??? What if...they died..?»
"no...No! Snap out of it! That wouldn't happen! It- it couldn't!" «he paused, processing just what he was saying, surely they're alright?» "they...they've gotta be alright...they just gotta......right..?"
«something wet drips onto the cold stone floor. He can feel as tears being to stream down his face, his body falling as he collapsed to his knees, arms held to his chest.»
«and he cries.»
I forgot this existed 😭
«Rejoice, after finally resting (passing out), stirred awake. The sun had begun to rise and shine through the cracks of the boarded up windows.»
«He got up to his feet, stretching his stiff body till he felt somewhat normal. He slipped on his tattered patterned haori before fixing himself a morning meal of canned beans.»
«As he ate, he decided to pick up the radio, flipping through the channels only to be met with dead lines.»
Maybe everyone's sleeping? «He thought.» I hope nothing happened...
… [ Radio FM 103.1 ]
< Some muttering could be heard, though it was difficult to make out what was being said. >
“Hello—Hello, this is —eo speaking…Can any—e hear me?”
< The line went silent, as if the speaker was waiting for a reply. >
“Jumper? Nufuli? Even Derap would be f—e… Everyone’s act—g weirdly. Our headquarter is swarming with these..creatu—? I— I have no idea w—t going on in there but I’m gonna check it out—out.”
“I’ll report back if I —nd something. Wish me luck I guess.”
< Static. >
"he—o?" «Rejoice flicked on the radio» "Hello?"
"b— careful. You c—ld get infec—d"
The bounty hunter flinched at the sudden sound, his hands immediately fumbling to turn the communicator off. He waited a couple of moments just to make sure the coast was clear.
Leo sighed in relief, thankfully the creatures didn’t seem to notice the static. He leaned his head against the wall before taking deep breaths to calm himself down.
He had no idea who this person was, the voice wasn’t familiar nor did it ring a bell in his head. Still it was the first sign of life that he’d encounter in a while and as much as he was skeptical, he couldn’t help but be curious.
“Hello?”
"Hi!" «He speaks in a hushed voice» "i— Rejoice. You a—e?" «Rejoice didn't sound hostile. If anything he sounded friendly, lonely, if you strained—hopeful.»
“Leo, do I know you— you?”
Rejoice, the name wasn’t familiar either. Which meant he was talking to a complete stranger.
“Do you know anything about what is— is going on?”
"Leo. No—o you don't." «The stranger paused» "There was an ou—break. Some disease. Pe—ple are no— longer themselves. Most died. We don't know much aside from how it's spreads—contact. Don't let them get a hold—you."
The radio line went silent as Leo took in their words. There was no way this was true. It shouldn’t be at least. Though he found it difficult to not believe when he had literally proof in front of him.
“An outbreak?”
He repeated, fiddling with his communicator. If that was the case he’d have to get out of the base immediately.
“Spreads through con—t, right? —thing else I need to know about?”
"No cure y—t. Other survivors—made cont—t."
«He paused, contemplating sharing the names of the survivors he knows about. Shaking his head, he makes his decision»
"Parrot—2. Spepticale. Spoke—i—re. Theo—aldthe—ird. —live. Clear, as f—r as I kn—w."
«The line went silent.»
Leo had heard about SpokeIsHere and TheoBaldTheBird on the passing. The latter being a cart PvP-er just like him.
There was only one name on the list that seemed familiar, Parrot’s. They had worked together before and while Leo wouldn’t say they were friends, they were something along the lines.
“Parrot? Are you with him r—right now?”
This Rejoice guy seemed to know a lot, a bit too much in his opinion. But Leo would cross that bridge when he had to. Right now he had things to do and people to find. Preferably other members of BAT.
"No— not ri—t now... He's on hi— way th—ugh.."
«Shuffling could be heard over the line—papers, books, Etc.»
"I'm sorry i— c—ldnt help more. I hav—nt been out—ide for over a— m—nth... I wi—h I could do— m—re.."
“You guys are me-meeting up? Have room for one more? Also you’re fine bro, don’t worry about it.”
He says dismissively, but there was a hint of gratitude in his tone.
“You’ve d—done more than enough. I appreciate it.”
"i-i'm not too s—re how he'd feel, ano—er person when I told him I'm al—ne. But I can tell you his ra—io channel? 104.8 FM."
“104.8 FM? I’ll check that out. I should probably ma-make my way out of this place—”
He sighs, “But befor— I do, have you heard fr—from anyone named Nufuli, Jumper—o or Derapchu? Been loo—ing around ya know?”
"Sadly not..." «he sighs» "I'll— up—te you if i— —o!"
“Could you repeat th—? It’s cutt—cutting off a lot..”
"yeah! I'll update yo—u if I hear something!"
“Thanks man, — appreciate it. I guess I sh—ld head out now. —ee you around.”
"Se—e you 'round, Leo"
*Spoke sprinted back to the piles on piles of lava-casts.*
“Oh my void, how did I forget it??”
*He turned a corner, almost running into a wall.*
“Cmon, please be ok…”
*He found the radio on the floor and reached to pick it up however stopped himself*
“Oh c'mon.”
*Behind the radio was the same infected guy. Spoke grabbed the radio, and the infected realised and tried to grab him. However failing just short and ripping his sleeve and scratching the top layer of his skin just a little*
“Oh fuc-”
*He began to run and climbed a tree, closer to spawn now*
“FUCK, Rejoice is sleeping and I have no clue how this works”
*He turned on the radio, maybe rejoice or someone else was awake?*
“HELLO? ANYONE??”
«Soft snoring could just barely be heard through the radio. Rejoice jumps at Spokes sudden outburst, hitting his head on something that sounded like metal.»
"OW- F..Ngh...- Ends sake—" «a gentle rustling of hair could be heard as he rubs the sore spot on his head.»
«Quickly Rejoice scrambles to grab whatever's nearby, for notes.» "Spoke? Spoke!! What happened? Did you get hurt?? What are you yelling for??"
”FUCK- UH, REJOICE THANK THE VOID. I, I WAS OUT AND-“
*Spoke rambled on, mostly confused and scared*
“THE THINGS THEY LIKE SCRATCH ME, LIGHTLY BUT I DON’T KNOW IF THATS BAD OR NOT AND I CAN’T DIE WITH OUT SEEING MAPICC AND I DON’T WANT TO END UP LIKE-LIKE THEM AND I DON’T THINK I REMEMBER HOW I GOT HERE IN THE FIRST PLACE AND-AND”
*you can hear slight sobbing?*
"Spoke. Spoke. Breathe. We can't do anything about this if you can't think straight. Alright?"
«he paused, the shuffling of papers can be heard.» "how deep is the scratch?"
*Spoke took a little to breath, finally calming himself down.*
“Ok, ok. Um the scratch isn’t that deep I think. It only got the top layer of skin. Is that ok?”
"O.K. Ok...top layer should be fine...uhm...clean it best you can and wrap it for now, if it starts to look worse you might be infected...and right now, the only known way to stop the spread is...." «He hesitates, slight disgust in his voice» "dispose of the infected area.."
”Ok, ok. I think I have some medical supplies…”
*you can hear moving and rustling from the radio*
“Thanks I’ll keep an eye on it.”
*Suddenly all noise stops before they start yelling*
“I HAVE TO CUT OFF MY FUCKING ARM????!?!?!?”
"ONLY IF ITS INFECTED!!! AND I SINCERELY HOPE ITS NOT!!!" «Rejoice quickly exclaimed, now panicking himself»
"OK OK! SO LIKE AM I OK? I'M IN A TREE AGAIN?!"
*Spoke continued yelling, he was good at that.*
"YES YES!! YOU SHOULD BE OK- JUST MAKE SURE IT DOESNT GET WORSE OK??"
"OK! WHAT DO I DO NOW!?!?!?"
"HAVE YOU CLEANED IT YET??? CLEAN IT AND WRAP IT TIGHTLY!! MAKE SURE THE CLOTH IS CLEAN TOO!!"
«Through the radio Spoke could hear frantic shuffling. Papers, books, everything flying everywhere in search of some notes Rejoice took ages ago. Why can't he find them??»
"I FORGOT TO CLEAN IT FU-"
*You can hear someone climb down the tree. Spoke headed over to his base, which may be a couple tens of blocks away. He might have medical supplies there.*
"WAIT CAN'T I JUST USE GOD APPLES TO HEAL???!?!?"
*You can still hear running*
"BECAUSE ITS NOT A NORMAL WOUND!! IF ANYTHING—" «He paused, seemingly finding the book he was looking for. Research papers, he read aloud.» "Start log. We know little of this disease, it spreads through flesh—scratches, bites, gaping woulda are all risks of infection—no matter how small. We have tried developing a cure due to our typical methods being fruitless. End log."
"IM GOING TO DIE!?!?!??! I DON'T WANNA END UP LIKE THAT GUY, I WANNA SEE MAPICC AGAIN"
*Spoke started to freak out again, he really did want to see him.*
"NO- I DIDN'T- YOURE NOT GONNA DIE!!!! BRO- BRO OH MY END." «Rejoice scrambles through the notes» "IT- It says uhm..it's says that scratches only have a 15% chance of infection...and it's best to keep it clean with cold clear water and regularly change bandages... And uhm- wait. Its shallow right? Just barely breaking skin? Uhm then it's..uhh..." «Rejoice squints and shuffles the paper» "what does that say?? Uh..it's only a 2.5% chance then, so all should be ok"
"15% CHANCE?!??!? oh wait 2.5..."
*There was a quick moment of silence*
.
"THATS STILL NOT ZERO!!??!?! I COULD STILL DIEEEEE"
"BUT ITS UNLIKELY!!! besides- I haven't seen any infected voidlings yet..-"
*Spoke seemed to think about that for a moment.*
“Sooo, You suggesting I’m immune? Wanna test it?”
*Spoke seemed to forget the previous conversation due to this.*
"I'm not saying that!! It's just- I can't be sure enough to let you try it out. Cause if you're not....I don't wanna think about it."
"Oh, ok. Welp I'll just sit here for a while now."
*Spoke didn't turn the radio off but had started to do something, you weren't sure what it was though*
«Rejoice decided to leave him be in some poor attempt to save himself from a heart attack, though he stayed on the line in silence, going through papers—notes probably.»
*Spoke sprinted back to the piles on piles of lava-casts.*
“Oh my void, how did I forget it??”
*He turned a corner, almost running into a wall.*
“Cmon, please be ok…”
*He found the radio on the floor and reached to pick it up however stopped himself*
“Oh c'mon.”
*Behind the radio was the same infected guy. Spoke grabbed the radio, and the infected realised and tried to grab him. However failing just short and ripping his sleeve and scratching the top layer of his skin just a little*
“Oh fuc-”
*He began to run and climbed a tree, closer to spawn now*
“FUCK, Rejoice is sleeping and I have no clue how this works”
*He turned on the radio, maybe rejoice or someone else was awake?*
“HELLO? ANYONE??”
«Soft snoring could just barely be heard through the radio. Rejoice jumps at Spokes sudden outburst, hitting his head on something that sounded like metal.»
"OW- F..Ngh...- Ends sake—" «a gentle rustling of hair could be heard as he rubs the sore spot on his head.»
«Quickly Rejoice scrambles to grab whatever's nearby, for notes.» "Spoke? Spoke!! What happened? Did you get hurt?? What are you yelling for??"
”FUCK- UH, REJOICE THANK THE VOID. I, I WAS OUT AND-“
*Spoke rambled on, mostly confused and scared*
“THE THINGS THEY LIKE SCRATCH ME, LIGHTLY BUT I DON’T KNOW IF THATS BAD OR NOT AND I CAN’T DIE WITH OUT SEEING MAPICC AND I DON’T WANT TO END UP LIKE-LIKE THEM AND I DON’T THINK I REMEMBER HOW I GOT HERE IN THE FIRST PLACE AND-AND”
*you can hear slight sobbing?*
"Spoke. Spoke. Breathe. We can't do anything about this if you can't think straight. Alright?"
«he paused, the shuffling of papers can be heard.» "how deep is the scratch?"
*Spoke took a little to breath, finally calming himself down.*
“Ok, ok. Um the scratch isn’t that deep I think. It only got the top layer of skin. Is that ok?”
"O.K. Ok...top layer should be fine...uhm...clean it best you can and wrap it for now, if it starts to look worse you might be infected...and right now, the only known way to stop the spread is...." «He hesitates, slight disgust in his voice» "dispose of the infected area.."
”Ok, ok. I think I have some medical supplies…”
*you can hear moving and rustling from the radio*
“Thanks I’ll keep an eye on it.”
*Suddenly all noise stops before they start yelling*
“I HAVE TO CUT OFF MY FUCKING ARM????!?!?!?”
"ONLY IF ITS INFECTED!!! AND I SINCERELY HOPE ITS NOT!!!" «Rejoice quickly exclaimed, now panicking himself»
"OK OK! SO LIKE AM I OK? I'M IN A TREE AGAIN?!"
*Spoke continued yelling, he was good at that.*
"YES YES!! YOU SHOULD BE OK- JUST MAKE SURE IT DOESNT GET WORSE OK??"
"OK! WHAT DO I DO NOW!?!?!?"
"HAVE YOU CLEANED IT YET??? CLEAN IT AND WRAP IT TIGHTLY!! MAKE SURE THE CLOTH IS CLEAN TOO!!"
«Through the radio Spoke could hear frantic shuffling. Papers, books, everything flying everywhere in search of some notes Rejoice took ages ago. Why can't he find them??»
"I FORGOT TO CLEAN IT FU-"
*You can hear someone climb down the tree. Spoke headed over to his base, which may be a couple tens of blocks away. He might have medical supplies there.*
"WAIT CAN'T I JUST USE GOD APPLES TO HEAL???!?!?"
*You can still hear running*
"BECAUSE ITS NOT A NORMAL WOUND!! IF ANYTHING—" «He paused, seemingly finding the book he was looking for. Research papers, he read aloud.» "Start log. We know little of this disease, it spreads through flesh—scratches, bites, gaping woulda are all risks of infection—no matter how small. We have tried developing a cure due to our typical methods being fruitless. End log."
"IM GOING TO DIE!?!?!??! I DON'T WANNA END UP LIKE THAT GUY, I WANNA SEE MAPICC AGAIN"
*Spoke started to freak out again, he really did want to see him.*
"NO- I DIDN'T- YOURE NOT GONNA DIE!!!! BRO- BRO OH MY END." «Rejoice scrambles through the notes» "IT- It says uhm..it's says that scratches only have a 15% chance of infection...and it's best to keep it clean with cold clear water and regularly change bandages... And uhm- wait. Its shallow right? Just barely breaking skin? Uhm then it's..uhh..." «Rejoice squints and shuffles the paper» "what does that say?? Uh..it's only a 2.5% chance then, so all should be ok"
"15% CHANCE?!??!? oh wait 2.5..."
*There was a quick moment of silence*
.
"THATS STILL NOT ZERO!!??!?! I COULD STILL DIEEEEE"
"BUT ITS UNLIKELY!!! besides- I haven't seen any infected voidlings yet..-"
*Spoke seemed to think about that for a moment.*
“Sooo, You suggesting I’m immune? Wanna test it?”
*Spoke seemed to forget the previous conversation due to this.*
"I'm not saying that!! It's just- I can't be sure enough to let you try it out. Cause if you're not....I don't wanna think about it."
… [ Radio FM 103.1 ]
< Some muttering could be heard, though it was difficult to make out what was being said. >
“Hello—Hello, this is —eo speaking…Can any—e hear me?”
< The line went silent, as if the speaker was waiting for a reply. >
“Jumper? Nufuli? Even Derap would be f—e… Everyone’s act—g weirdly. Our headquarter is swarming with these..creatu—? I— I have no idea w—t going on in there but I’m gonna check it out—out.”
“I’ll report back if I —nd something. Wish me luck I guess.”
< Static. >
"he—o?" «Rejoice flicked on the radio» "Hello?"
"b— careful. You c—ld get infec—d"
The bounty hunter flinched at the sudden sound, his hands immediately fumbling to turn the communicator off. He waited a couple of moments just to make sure the coast was clear.
Leo sighed in relief, thankfully the creatures didn’t seem to notice the static. He leaned his head against the wall before taking deep breaths to calm himself down.
He had no idea who this person was, the voice wasn’t familiar nor did it ring a bell in his head. Still it was the first sign of life that he’d encounter in a while and as much as he was skeptical, he couldn’t help but be curious.
“Hello?”
"Hi!" «He speaks in a hushed voice» "i— Rejoice. You a—e?" «Rejoice didn't sound hostile. If anything he sounded friendly, lonely, if you strained—hopeful.»
“Leo, do I know you— you?”
Rejoice, the name wasn’t familiar either. Which meant he was talking to a complete stranger.
“Do you know anything about what is— is going on?”
"Leo. No—o you don't." «The stranger paused» "There was an ou—break. Some disease. Pe—ple are no— longer themselves. Most died. We don't know much aside from how it's spreads—contact. Don't let them get a hold—you."
The radio line went silent as Leo took in their words. There was no way this was true. It shouldn’t be at least. Though he found it difficult to not believe when he had literally proof in front of him.
“An outbreak?”
He repeated, fiddling with his communicator. If that was the case he’d have to get out of the base immediately.
“Spreads through con—t, right? —thing else I need to know about?”
"No cure y—t. Other survivors—made cont—t."
«He paused, contemplating sharing the names of the survivors he knows about. Shaking his head, he makes his decision»
"Parrot—2. Spepticale. Spoke—i—re. Theo—aldthe—ird. —live. Clear, as f—r as I kn—w."
«The line went silent.»
Leo had heard about SpokeIsHere and TheoBaldTheBird on the passing. The latter being a cart PvP-er just like him.
There was only one name on the list that seemed familiar, Parrot’s. They had worked together before and while Leo wouldn’t say they were friends, they were something along the lines.
“Parrot? Are you with him r—right now?”
This Rejoice guy seemed to know a lot, a bit too much in his opinion. But Leo would cross that bridge when he had to. Right now he had things to do and people to find. Preferably other members of BAT.
"No— not ri—t now... He's on hi— way th—ugh.."
«Shuffling could be heard over the line—papers, books, Etc.»
"I'm sorry i— c—ldnt help more. I hav—nt been out—ide for over a— m—nth... I wi—h I could do— m—re.."
“You guys are me-meeting up? Have room for one more? Also you’re fine bro, don’t worry about it.”
He says dismissively, but there was a hint of gratitude in his tone.
“You’ve d—done more than enough. I appreciate it.”
"i-i'm not too s—re how he'd feel, ano—er person when I told him I'm al—ne. But I can tell you his ra—io channel? 104.8 FM."
“104.8 FM? I’ll check that out. I should probably ma-make my way out of this place—”
He sighs, “But befor— I do, have you heard fr—from anyone named Nufuli, Jumper—o or Derapchu? Been loo—ing around ya know?”
"Sadly not..." «he sighs» "I'll— up—te you if i— —o!"
“Could you repeat th—? It’s cutt—cutting off a lot..”
"yeah! I'll update yo—u if I hear something!"
… [ Radio FM 103.1 ]
< Some muttering could be heard, though it was difficult to make out what was being said. >
“Hello—Hello, this is —eo speaking…Can any—e hear me?”
< The line went silent, as if the speaker was waiting for a reply. >
“Jumper? Nufuli? Even Derap would be f—e… Everyone’s act—g weirdly. Our headquarter is swarming with these..creatu—? I— I have no idea w—t going on in there but I’m gonna check it out—out.”
“I’ll report back if I —nd something. Wish me luck I guess.”
< Static. >
"he—o?" «Rejoice flicked on the radio» "Hello?"
"b— careful. You c—ld get infec—d"
The bounty hunter flinched at the sudden sound, his hands immediately fumbling to turn the communicator off. He waited a couple of moments just to make sure the coast was clear.
Leo sighed in relief, thankfully the creatures didn’t seem to notice the static. He leaned his head against the wall before taking deep breaths to calm himself down.
He had no idea who this person was, the voice wasn’t familiar nor did it ring a bell in his head. Still it was the first sign of life that he’d encounter in a while and as much as he was skeptical, he couldn’t help but be curious.
“Hello?”
"Hi!" «He speaks in a hushed voice» "i— Rejoice. You a—e?" «Rejoice didn't sound hostile. If anything he sounded friendly, lonely, if you strained—hopeful.»
“Leo, do I know you— you?”
Rejoice, the name wasn’t familiar either. Which meant he was talking to a complete stranger.
“Do you know anything about what is— is going on?”
"Leo. No—o you don't." «The stranger paused» "There was an ou—break. Some disease. Pe—ple are no— longer themselves. Most died. We don't know much aside from how it's spreads—contact. Don't let them get a hold—you."
The radio line went silent as Leo took in their words. There was no way this was true. It shouldn’t be at least. Though he found it difficult to not believe when he had literally proof in front of him.
“An outbreak?”
He repeated, fiddling with his communicator. If that was the case he’d have to get out of the base immediately.
“Spreads through con—t, right? —thing else I need to know about?”
"No cure y—t. Other survivors—made cont—t."
«He paused, contemplating sharing the names of the survivors he knows about. Shaking his head, he makes his decision»
"Parrot—2. Spepticale. Spoke—i—re. Theo—aldthe—ird. —live. Clear, as f—r as I kn—w."
«The line went silent.»
Leo had heard about SpokeIsHere and TheoBaldTheBird on the passing. The latter being a cart PvP-er just like him.
There was only one name on the list that seemed familiar, Parrot’s. They had worked together before and while Leo wouldn’t say they were friends, they were something along the lines.
“Parrot? Are you with him r—right now?”
This Rejoice guy seemed to know a lot, a bit too much in his opinion. But Leo would cross that bridge when he had to. Right now he had things to do and people to find. Preferably other members of BAT.
"No— not ri—t now... He's on hi— way th—ugh.."
«Shuffling could be heard over the line—papers, books, Etc.»
"I'm sorry i— c—ldnt help more. I hav—nt been out—ide for over a— m—nth... I wi—h I could do— m—re.."
“You guys are me-meeting up? Have room for one more? Also you’re fine bro, don’t worry about it.”
He says dismissively, but there was a hint of gratitude in his tone.
“You’ve d—done more than enough. I appreciate it.”
"i-i'm not too s—re how he'd feel, ano—er person when I told him I'm al—ne. But I can tell you his ra—io channel? 104.8 FM."
“104.8 FM? I’ll check that out. I should probably ma-make my way out of this place—”
He sighs, “But befor— I do, have you heard fr—from anyone named Nufuli, Jumper—o or Derapchu? Been loo—ing around ya know?”
"Sadly not..." «he sighs» "I'll— up—te you if i— —o!"
… [ Radio FM 103.1 ]
< Some muttering could be heard, though it was difficult to make out what was being said. >
“Hello—Hello, this is —eo speaking…Can any—e hear me?”
< The line went silent, as if the speaker was waiting for a reply. >
“Jumper? Nufuli? Even Derap would be f—e… Everyone’s act—g weirdly. Our headquarter is swarming with these..creatu—? I— I have no idea w—t going on in there but I’m gonna check it out—out.”
“I’ll report back if I —nd something. Wish me luck I guess.”
< Static. >
"he—o?" «Rejoice flicked on the radio» "Hello?"
"b— careful. You c—ld get infec—d"
The bounty hunter flinched at the sudden sound, his hands immediately fumbling to turn the communicator off. He waited a couple of moments just to make sure the coast was clear.
Leo sighed in relief, thankfully the creatures didn’t seem to notice the static. He leaned his head against the wall before taking deep breaths to calm himself down.
He had no idea who this person was, the voice wasn’t familiar nor did it ring a bell in his head. Still it was the first sign of life that he’d encounter in a while and as much as he was skeptical, he couldn’t help but be curious.
“Hello?”
"Hi!" «He speaks in a hushed voice» "i— Rejoice. You a—e?" «Rejoice didn't sound hostile. If anything he sounded friendly, lonely, if you strained—hopeful.»
“Leo, do I know you— you?”
Rejoice, the name wasn’t familiar either. Which meant he was talking to a complete stranger.
“Do you know anything about what is— is going on?”
"Leo. No—o you don't." «The stranger paused» "There was an ou—break. Some disease. Pe—ple are no— longer themselves. Most died. We don't know much aside from how it's spreads—contact. Don't let them get a hold—you."
The radio line went silent as Leo took in their words. There was no way this was true. It shouldn’t be at least. Though he found it difficult to not believe when he had literally proof in front of him.
“An outbreak?”
He repeated, fiddling with his communicator. If that was the case he’d have to get out of the base immediately.
“Spreads through con—t, right? —thing else I need to know about?”
"No cure y—t. Other survivors—made cont—t."
«He paused, contemplating sharing the names of the survivors he knows about. Shaking his head, he makes his decision»
"Parrot—2. Spepticale. Spoke—i—re. Theo—aldthe—ird. —live. Clear, as f—r as I kn—w."
«The line went silent.»
Leo had heard about SpokeIsHere and TheoBaldTheBird on the passing. The latter being a cart PvP-er just like him.
There was only one name on the list that seemed familiar, Parrot’s. They had worked together before and while Leo wouldn’t say they were friends, they were something along the lines.
“Parrot? Are you with him r—right now?”
This Rejoice guy seemed to know a lot, a bit too much in his opinion. But Leo would cross that bridge when he had to. Right now he had things to do and people to find. Preferably other members of BAT.
"No— not ri—t now... He's on hi— way th—ugh.."
«Shuffling could be heard over the line—papers, books, Etc.»
"I'm sorry i— c—ldnt help more. I hav—nt been out—ide for over a— m—nth... I wi—h I could do— m—re.."
“You guys are me-meeting up? Have room for one more? Also you’re fine bro, don’t worry about it.”
He says dismissively, but there was a hint of gratitude in his tone.
“You’ve d—done more than enough. I appreciate it.”
"i-i'm not too s—re how he'd feel, ano—er person when I told him I'm al—ne. But I can tell you his ra—io channel? 104.8 FM."
*Spoke sprinted back to the piles on piles of lava-casts.*
“Oh my void, how did I forget it??”
*He turned a corner, almost running into a wall.*
“Cmon, please be ok…”
*He found the radio on the floor and reached to pick it up however stopped himself*
“Oh c'mon.”
*Behind the radio was the same infected guy. Spoke grabbed the radio, and the infected realised and tried to grab him. However failing just short and ripping his sleeve and scratching the top layer of his skin just a little*
“Oh fuc-”
*He began to run and climbed a tree, closer to spawn now*
“FUCK, Rejoice is sleeping and I have no clue how this works”
*He turned on the radio, maybe rejoice or someone else was awake?*
“HELLO? ANYONE??”
«Soft snoring could just barely be heard through the radio. Rejoice jumps at Spokes sudden outburst, hitting his head on something that sounded like metal.»
"OW- F..Ngh...- Ends sake—" «a gentle rustling of hair could be heard as he rubs the sore spot on his head.»
«Quickly Rejoice scrambles to grab whatever's nearby, for notes.» "Spoke? Spoke!! What happened? Did you get hurt?? What are you yelling for??"
”FUCK- UH, REJOICE THANK THE VOID. I, I WAS OUT AND-“
*Spoke rambled on, mostly confused and scared*
“THE THINGS THEY LIKE SCRATCH ME, LIGHTLY BUT I DON’T KNOW IF THATS BAD OR NOT AND I CAN’T DIE WITH OUT SEEING MAPICC AND I DON’T WANT TO END UP LIKE-LIKE THEM AND I DON’T THINK I REMEMBER HOW I GOT HERE IN THE FIRST PLACE AND-AND”
*you can hear slight sobbing?*
"Spoke. Spoke. Breathe. We can't do anything about this if you can't think straight. Alright?"
«he paused, the shuffling of papers can be heard.» "how deep is the scratch?"
*Spoke took a little to breath, finally calming himself down.*
“Ok, ok. Um the scratch isn’t that deep I think. It only got the top layer of skin. Is that ok?”
"O.K. Ok...top layer should be fine...uhm...clean it best you can and wrap it for now, if it starts to look worse you might be infected...and right now, the only known way to stop the spread is...." «He hesitates, slight disgust in his voice» "dispose of the infected area.."
”Ok, ok. I think I have some medical supplies…”
*you can hear moving and rustling from the radio*
“Thanks I’ll keep an eye on it.”
*Suddenly all noise stops before they start yelling*
“I HAVE TO CUT OFF MY FUCKING ARM????!?!?!?”
"ONLY IF ITS INFECTED!!! AND I SINCERELY HOPE ITS NOT!!!" «Rejoice quickly exclaimed, now panicking himself»
"OK OK! SO LIKE AM I OK? I'M IN A TREE AGAIN?!"
*Spoke continued yelling, he was good at that.*
"YES YES!! YOU SHOULD BE OK- JUST MAKE SURE IT DOESNT GET WORSE OK??"
"OK! WHAT DO I DO NOW!?!?!?"
"HAVE YOU CLEANED IT YET??? CLEAN IT AND WRAP IT TIGHTLY!! MAKE SURE THE CLOTH IS CLEAN TOO!!"
«Through the radio Spoke could hear frantic shuffling. Papers, books, everything flying everywhere in search of some notes Rejoice took ages ago. Why can't he find them??»
"I FORGOT TO CLEAN IT FU-"
*You can hear someone climb down the tree. Spoke headed over to his base, which may be a couple tens of blocks away. He might have medical supplies there.*
"WAIT CAN'T I JUST USE GOD APPLES TO HEAL???!?!?"
*You can still hear running*
"BECAUSE ITS NOT A NORMAL WOUND!! IF ANYTHING—" «He paused, seemingly finding the book he was looking for. Research papers, he read aloud.» "Start log. We know little of this disease, it spreads through flesh—scratches, bites, gaping woulda are all risks of infection—no matter how small. We have tried developing a cure due to our typical methods being fruitless. End log."
"IM GOING TO DIE!?!?!??! I DON'T WANNA END UP LIKE THAT GUY, I WANNA SEE MAPICC AGAIN"
*Spoke started to freak out again, he really did want to see him.*
"NO- I DIDN'T- YOURE NOT GONNA DIE!!!! BRO- BRO OH MY END." «Rejoice scrambles through the notes» "IT- It says uhm..it's says that scratches only have a 15% chance of infection...and it's best to keep it clean with cold clear water and regularly change bandages... And uhm- wait. Its shallow right? Just barely breaking skin? Uhm then it's..uhh..." «Rejoice squints and shuffles the paper» "what does that say?? Uh..it's only a 2.5% chance then, so all should be ok"
"15% CHANCE?!??!? oh wait 2.5..."
*There was a quick moment of silence*
.
"THATS STILL NOT ZERO!!??!?! I COULD STILL DIEEEEE"
"BUT ITS UNLIKELY!!! besides- I haven't seen any infected voidlings yet..-"
*Spoke sprinted back to the piles on piles of lava-casts.*
“Oh my void, how did I forget it??”
*He turned a corner, almost running into a wall.*
“Cmon, please be ok…”
*He found the radio on the floor and reached to pick it up however stopped himself*
“Oh c'mon.”
*Behind the radio was the same infected guy. Spoke grabbed the radio, and the infected realised and tried to grab him. However failing just short and ripping his sleeve and scratching the top layer of his skin just a little*
“Oh fuc-”
*He began to run and climbed a tree, closer to spawn now*
“FUCK, Rejoice is sleeping and I have no clue how this works”
*He turned on the radio, maybe rejoice or someone else was awake?*
“HELLO? ANYONE??”
«Soft snoring could just barely be heard through the radio. Rejoice jumps at Spokes sudden outburst, hitting his head on something that sounded like metal.»
"OW- F..Ngh...- Ends sake—" «a gentle rustling of hair could be heard as he rubs the sore spot on his head.»
«Quickly Rejoice scrambles to grab whatever's nearby, for notes.» "Spoke? Spoke!! What happened? Did you get hurt?? What are you yelling for??"
”FUCK- UH, REJOICE THANK THE VOID. I, I WAS OUT AND-“
*Spoke rambled on, mostly confused and scared*
“THE THINGS THEY LIKE SCRATCH ME, LIGHTLY BUT I DON’T KNOW IF THATS BAD OR NOT AND I CAN’T DIE WITH OUT SEEING MAPICC AND I DON’T WANT TO END UP LIKE-LIKE THEM AND I DON’T THINK I REMEMBER HOW I GOT HERE IN THE FIRST PLACE AND-AND”
*you can hear slight sobbing?*
"Spoke. Spoke. Breathe. We can't do anything about this if you can't think straight. Alright?"
«he paused, the shuffling of papers can be heard.» "how deep is the scratch?"
*Spoke took a little to breath, finally calming himself down.*
“Ok, ok. Um the scratch isn’t that deep I think. It only got the top layer of skin. Is that ok?”
"O.K. Ok...top layer should be fine...uhm...clean it best you can and wrap it for now, if it starts to look worse you might be infected...and right now, the only known way to stop the spread is...." «He hesitates, slight disgust in his voice» "dispose of the infected area.."
”Ok, ok. I think I have some medical supplies…”
*you can hear moving and rustling from the radio*
“Thanks I’ll keep an eye on it.”
*Suddenly all noise stops before they start yelling*
“I HAVE TO CUT OFF MY FUCKING ARM????!?!?!?”
"ONLY IF ITS INFECTED!!! AND I SINCERELY HOPE ITS NOT!!!" «Rejoice quickly exclaimed, now panicking himself»
"OK OK! SO LIKE AM I OK? I'M IN A TREE AGAIN?!"
*Spoke continued yelling, he was good at that.*
"YES YES!! YOU SHOULD BE OK- JUST MAKE SURE IT DOESNT GET WORSE OK??"
"OK! WHAT DO I DO NOW!?!?!?"
"HAVE YOU CLEANED IT YET??? CLEAN IT AND WRAP IT TIGHTLY!! MAKE SURE THE CLOTH IS CLEAN TOO!!"
«Through the radio Spoke could hear frantic shuffling. Papers, books, everything flying everywhere in search of some notes Rejoice took ages ago. Why can't he find them??»
"I FORGOT TO CLEAN IT FU-"
*You can hear someone climb down the tree. Spoke headed over to his base, which may be a couple tens of blocks away. He might have medical supplies there.*
"WAIT CAN'T I JUST USE GOD APPLES TO HEAL???!?!?"
*You can still hear running*
"BECAUSE ITS NOT A NORMAL WOUND!! IF ANYTHING—" «He paused, seemingly finding the book he was looking for. Research papers, he read aloud.» "Start log. We know little of this disease, it spreads through flesh—scratches, bites, gaping woulda are all risks of infection—no matter how small. We have tried developing a cure due to our typical methods being fruitless. End log."
"IM GOING TO DIE!?!?!??! I DON'T WANNA END UP LIKE THAT GUY, I WANNA SEE MAPICC AGAIN"
*Spoke started to freak out again, he really did want to see him.*
"NO- I DIDN'T- YOURE NOT GONNA DIE!!!! BRO- BRO OH MY END." «Rejoice scrambles through the notes» "IT- It says uhm..it's says that scratches only have a 15% chance of infection...and it's best to keep it clean with cold clear water and regularly change bandages... And uhm- wait. Its shallow right? Just barely breaking skin? Uhm then it's..uhh..." «Rejoice squints and shuffles the paper» "what does that say?? Uh..it's only a 2.5% chance then, so all should be ok"
*Spoke sprinted back to the piles on piles of lava-casts.*
“Oh my void, how did I forget it??”
*He turned a corner, almost running into a wall.*
“Cmon, please be ok…”
*He found the radio on the floor and reached to pick it up however stopped himself*
“Oh c'mon.”
*Behind the radio was the same infected guy. Spoke grabbed the radio, and the infected realised and tried to grab him. However failing just short and ripping his sleeve and scratching the top layer of his skin just a little*
“Oh fuc-”
*He began to run and climbed a tree, closer to spawn now*
“FUCK, Rejoice is sleeping and I have no clue how this works”
*He turned on the radio, maybe rejoice or someone else was awake?*
“HELLO? ANYONE??”
«Soft snoring could just barely be heard through the radio. Rejoice jumps at Spokes sudden outburst, hitting his head on something that sounded like metal.»
"OW- F..Ngh...- Ends sake—" «a gentle rustling of hair could be heard as he rubs the sore spot on his head.»
«Quickly Rejoice scrambles to grab whatever's nearby, for notes.» "Spoke? Spoke!! What happened? Did you get hurt?? What are you yelling for??"
”FUCK- UH, REJOICE THANK THE VOID. I, I WAS OUT AND-“
*Spoke rambled on, mostly confused and scared*
“THE THINGS THEY LIKE SCRATCH ME, LIGHTLY BUT I DON’T KNOW IF THATS BAD OR NOT AND I CAN’T DIE WITH OUT SEEING MAPICC AND I DON’T WANT TO END UP LIKE-LIKE THEM AND I DON’T THINK I REMEMBER HOW I GOT HERE IN THE FIRST PLACE AND-AND”
*you can hear slight sobbing?*
"Spoke. Spoke. Breathe. We can't do anything about this if you can't think straight. Alright?"
«he paused, the shuffling of papers can be heard.» "how deep is the scratch?"
*Spoke took a little to breath, finally calming himself down.*
“Ok, ok. Um the scratch isn’t that deep I think. It only got the top layer of skin. Is that ok?”
"O.K. Ok...top layer should be fine...uhm...clean it best you can and wrap it for now, if it starts to look worse you might be infected...and right now, the only known way to stop the spread is...." «He hesitates, slight disgust in his voice» "dispose of the infected area.."
”Ok, ok. I think I have some medical supplies…”
*you can hear moving and rustling from the radio*
“Thanks I’ll keep an eye on it.”
*Suddenly all noise stops before they start yelling*
“I HAVE TO CUT OFF MY FUCKING ARM????!?!?!?”
"ONLY IF ITS INFECTED!!! AND I SINCERELY HOPE ITS NOT!!!" «Rejoice quickly exclaimed, now panicking himself»
"OK OK! SO LIKE AM I OK? I'M IN A TREE AGAIN?!"
*Spoke continued yelling, he was good at that.*
"YES YES!! YOU SHOULD BE OK- JUST MAKE SURE IT DOESNT GET WORSE OK??"
"OK! WHAT DO I DO NOW!?!?!?"
"HAVE YOU CLEANED IT YET??? CLEAN IT AND WRAP IT TIGHTLY!! MAKE SURE THE CLOTH IS CLEAN TOO!!"
«Through the radio Spoke could hear frantic shuffling. Papers, books, everything flying everywhere in search of some notes Rejoice took ages ago. Why can't he find them??»
"I FORGOT TO CLEAN IT FU-"
*You can hear someone climb down the tree. Spoke headed over to his base, which may be a couple tens of blocks away. He might have medical supplies there.*
"WAIT CAN'T I JUST USE GOD APPLES TO HEAL???!?!?"
*You can still hear running*
"BECAUSE ITS NOT A NORMAL WOUND!! IF ANYTHING—" «He paused, seemingly finding the book he was looking for. Research papers, he read aloud.» "Start log. We know little of this disease, it spreads through flesh—scratches, bites, gaping woulda are all risks of infection—no matter how small. We have tried developing a cure due to our typical methods being fruitless. End log."
… [ Radio FM 103.1 ]
< Some muttering could be heard, though it was difficult to make out what was being said. >
“Hello—Hello, this is —eo speaking…Can any—e hear me?”
< The line went silent, as if the speaker was waiting for a reply. >
“Jumper? Nufuli? Even Derap would be f—e… Everyone’s act—g weirdly. Our headquarter is swarming with these..creatu—? I— I have no idea w—t going on in there but I’m gonna check it out—out.”
“I’ll report back if I —nd something. Wish me luck I guess.”
< Static. >
"he—o?" «Rejoice flicked on the radio» "Hello?"
"b— careful. You c—ld get infec—d"
The bounty hunter flinched at the sudden sound, his hands immediately fumbling to turn the communicator off. He waited a couple of moments just to make sure the coast was clear.
Leo sighed in relief, thankfully the creatures didn’t seem to notice the static. He leaned his head against the wall before taking deep breaths to calm himself down.
He had no idea who this person was, the voice wasn’t familiar nor did it ring a bell in his head. Still it was the first sign of life that he’d encounter in a while and as much as he was skeptical, he couldn’t help but be curious.
“Hello?”
"Hi!" «He speaks in a hushed voice» "i— Rejoice. You a—e?" «Rejoice didn't sound hostile. If anything he sounded friendly, lonely, if you strained—hopeful.»
“Leo, do I know you— you?”
Rejoice, the name wasn’t familiar either. Which meant he was talking to a complete stranger.
“Do you know anything about what is— is going on?”
"Leo. No—o you don't." «The stranger paused» "There was an ou—break. Some disease. Pe—ple are no— longer themselves. Most died. We don't know much aside from how it's spreads—contact. Don't let them get a hold—you."
The radio line went silent as Leo took in their words. There was no way this was true. It shouldn’t be at least. Though he found it difficult to not believe when he had literally proof in front of him.
“An outbreak?”
He repeated, fiddling with his communicator. If that was the case he’d have to get out of the base immediately.
“Spreads through con—t, right? —thing else I need to know about?”
"No cure y—t. Other survivors—made cont—t."
«He paused, contemplating sharing the names of the survivors he knows about. Shaking his head, he makes his decision»
"Parrot—2. Spepticale. Spoke—i—re. Theo—aldthe—ird. —live. Clear, as f—r as I kn—w."
«The line went silent.»
Leo had heard about SpokeIsHere and TheoBaldTheBird on the passing. The latter being a cart PvP-er just like him.
There was only one name on the list that seemed familiar, Parrot’s. They had worked together before and while Leo wouldn’t say they were friends, they were something along the lines.
“Parrot? Are you with him r—right now?”
This Rejoice guy seemed to know a lot, a bit too much in his opinion. But Leo would cross that bridge when he had to. Right now he had things to do and people to find. Preferably other members of BAT.
"No— not ri—t now... He's on hi— way th—ugh.."
«Shuffling could be heard over the line—papers, books, Etc.»
"I'm sorry i— c—ldnt help more. I hav—nt been out—ide for over a— m—nth... I wi—h I could do— m—re.."
… [ Radio FM 103.1 ]
< Some muttering could be heard, though it was difficult to make out what was being said. >
“Hello—Hello, this is —eo speaking…Can any—e hear me?”
< The line went silent, as if the speaker was waiting for a reply. >
“Jumper? Nufuli? Even Derap would be f—e… Everyone’s act—g weirdly. Our headquarter is swarming with these..creatu—? I— I have no idea w—t going on in there but I’m gonna check it out—out.”
“I’ll report back if I —nd something. Wish me luck I guess.”
< Static. >
"he—o?" «Rejoice flicked on the radio» "Hello?"
"b— careful. You c—ld get infec—d"
The bounty hunter flinched at the sudden sound, his hands immediately fumbling to turn the communicator off. He waited a couple of moments just to make sure the coast was clear.
Leo sighed in relief, thankfully the creatures didn’t seem to notice the static. He leaned his head against the wall before taking deep breaths to calm himself down.
He had no idea who this person was, the voice wasn’t familiar nor did it ring a bell in his head. Still it was the first sign of life that he’d encounter in a while and as much as he was skeptical, he couldn’t help but be curious.
“Hello?”
"Hi!" «He speaks in a hushed voice» "i— Rejoice. You a—e?" «Rejoice didn't sound hostile. If anything he sounded friendly, lonely, if you strained—hopeful.»
“Leo, do I know you— you?”
Rejoice, the name wasn’t familiar either. Which meant he was talking to a complete stranger.
“Do you know anything about what is— is going on?”
"Leo. No—o you don't." «The stranger paused» "There was an ou—break. Some disease. Pe—ple are no— longer themselves. Most died. We don't know much aside from how it's spreads—contact. Don't let them get a hold—you."
The radio line went silent as Leo took in their words. There was no way this was true. It shouldn’t be at least. Though he found it difficult to not believe when he had literally proof in front of him.
“An outbreak?”
He repeated, fiddling with his communicator. If that was the case he’d have to get out of the base immediately.
“Spreads through con—t, right? —thing else I need to know about?”
"No cure y—t. Other survivors—made cont—t."
«He paused, contemplating sharing the names of the survivors he knows about. Shaking his head, he makes his decision»
"Parrot—2. Spepticale. Spoke—i—re. Theo—aldthe—ird. —live. Clear, as f—r as I kn—w."
«The line went silent.»
