BladeRunner

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Considered the slums, and a point beyond the Dwellings Wall's outposts, this is where the flooded ruins and overgrown flora exist, as well as pre-existing and mutated fauna are established. Many of those who scavenge more money, hunt, and even where the People's Militia patrol and much, much more, are seen here. While not many people tend to come here, there are scattered villages of wood and scrap that surprisingly do well for themselves. Scavengers have formed into communal groups and utilize robots (or automotons, whatever flavor) to aid in their search and defense against raiders this far out. In order to traverse the swamps, marsh, and jungle that's the Southern Ruins, they would need to go by boat or walk through interconnected buildings... if they can avoid hazards and predators. It is also rumored for the villainous League to exist here, hidden deep in the thickest part of the Ruins in a place well organized and well kept. Though no one's found it of course, rumors are rumors, no matter how close they are.

Separate from the Financial District, the Market, as it's called, is what it was named. Various restaurants, vendors, and shops are open here for all to explore. Those who are looking to make better profit can get away from the Dwellings free markets, as here anything is possible! Many however have expanded from the Dwellings to test their luck here, either out of self desire or to actually do some good for the slums. Between here and the Dwellings, the Militias are strong in numbers and fighting force, cleaning these streets and defending them of scum. This district happens to act as part of the Dwellings as well, however separate, most vendors and shop keepers call this place home. The Market District is considered mid-waged as people do good for themselves, and the self proclaimed Mayor Anston, leader of the People's Militia, does well to help keep peace and the cogs running to keep this place from collapsing.

The Living District, or simply the Dwellings, is a low to high income district riddled with both poor and prospering people. The further from the richer districts, the more rundown things seem to get as various gangs and such make restoring buildings for use much harsher, even with the advanced capabilities of Fortress Security. The Dwellings also have various militias to help defend themselves from the scum of the half clean-half flooded streets, as well as major amounts of community gardens for those who cannot afford regular food. Churches, small markets, and plenty of work opportunities such as construction, gardening, guard duty, and other miscellaneous things that would benefit the lower districts of the Dwellings. It is said that a mysterious group known simply as the Underground , who are extremely reclusive and selective of who they recruit. The Dwellings are also a hub for various gangs, crooks, and the local mob who are frequently hunted by the Militias of the district. Various heroes and even some villains reside here.

The Entertainment, as its name states, is a district with plenty of fun! Surprisingly, the district has an old theme park called Six Flags: Over Texas. It had various restored arcades, plenty of restaurants both dining and fast foods, the Entertainment District also has various theatres, music/movie studios, and various other places such as revived taverns, a large raceway, and much more! It is another highly secured district but somehow trouble tends to find it's way here, from petty crimes to serious robberies. This place is also the hub for Unity H, hidden amongst the district as residents or near it. Many people come here to relax, let loose, and be themselves to escape the reminders of a much dangerous world. Staff:

The Financial District is part of the cleaner, safer portion of Fortress Gamma. Heavily secured by Fortress Security, it holds various banks in which the currency is real Platinum, Gold, Silver, and Bronze. In this district is where many are employed to businesses such as marketing, accounting, and higher-end paying jobs cleaner than mining. It also holds high end restaurants, and is home to the wealthier individuals of Gamma. Near the Citadel; a District for the Vanguard and it's leaders as well as the Overseer of Fortress Gamma, exists a section of labs and technological development, as well as various industries important to Gamma. The Financial District is also one of the major base of operations for the Fortress Security police force. There exists only a few heroes, and possibly villains, in this district as strict laws and the ban of vigilante groups choke whatever influence they may have here.

Amon listened with vigour, drinking some more liquor when presented. So these people knew how to have fun! Perfect! He looked over to a box with the name painted atop, "Punishment Box." Oddly there were holes cut out, and the term service sent chills up his spine. Nope, not a game he'd okay, just because it's a bit, "suspect." Amon began to down another shot when he heard about Hot Dog Eating contests, but spat out his liquor when he heard that it was literally just blowjob's. "Woah!" Amon said, coughing out some liquid, "I mean, I could get down on some brats but Jesus! I didn't think game night was like that! What else do y'all do around here?" Amon's was taken aback but clearly not in the bad way, rather he leaned forward listening intently. He wouldn't play any of those, dear God, he would lose his shit, like a rabid monkey, if he got put in some penalty corner to serve some dudes. He'd lose his shit and not in any good way. He told himself to cool it, and simply not participate. "Fight like you're the third monkey on the bridge to Noah's ark. And brother, it's pouring."

Amon smiled and nodded again, being reassured there wasn't an issue with being curious as such. Ginger seemed to reinforce his confidence calling the man a cutie. Dear God, the things he could do... Mentally he shook thoughts away from his head that weren't particular, "Clean." Moving onto what Ginger said next about not being able to host events caught his attention, and Amon asked, "What kind of events? Like drinking contests?" The man's attention was now fully on these events that Ginger was talking about. If she wanted to be a cock tease, she could just simply not tell Amon, but he seemed curious about this. Hell, where he lived bars were packed full but a lot of the people only went there to get drunk, drown in their sorrows, or watch games. Gambling, karaoke, even pool tables were prohibited from the bars due to conflict of interests, as the bar owners said. It was a sad place, and the town sucked. Which was why Amon had to get away from it and into the city. @Lollipop

Amon listened intently to Gingers story. Things did fit together, but this jigsaw was cut in places and didn't piece together the entire puzzle. Looking at Gingers expression however caused Amon to simply nod and not ask the further questions about before if such exists. Not his monkey, not his circus, abd certainly no wounds he should open. "Sorry that happened to you," Amon merely said, sincerity behind his tone and decided to jump to the next subject, "How often do you get guests? There's clearly people here but they... Aren't a whole lot. I guess it's the whole, "Rift lost in time," thing." @Lollipop

@Lollipop Amon nodded and said, "The only questions are, why exactly are those things there, and how did a bunch of cute women up on this island?" Amon's first question was an honest one, his second question was a simple poke of fun but behind it could be a legitimate answer. He went back through his thoughts and asked himself of he really asked that, but was quick to put it away. What's done is done, he supposed. Shit, he was still pretty out of it, leaning between an almost drugged sensation and what could be considered, "Normal."

@Lollipop His skepticism growing ever more, Amon frowned when Ginger pulled out a black box. He was this E1 or something, apparently other world's exist that use magic and his was one of the kind that didn't have it. At first, as Ginger reached into the box Amon thought it was going to be some stick or a piece of cheap metal and plastic. However at the second he drew he brows together as he stared at the orb. This mana orb apparently existed in another plain, Ginger explained, but before Amon could protest she walked over and pressed the object against his hurt arm. Amon felt the pain if the wound quickly fade till there was nothing. He couldn't help but rip off the tough bandage and look at the arm. His right forearm, not just the wound, but all the scratches and cuts were completely vanished. He gazed in shock then to the orb and it's brighter glow that faded in and out. Then to Gingers breasts to make sure he was seeing things right, then to Ginger herself. Amon was speechless. "Okay... You have my attention now." It wasn't a definitive yes, but it was clear his interest was piqued. It would have to work as a yes.

@Lollipop Amon couldn't help but smile as the two ladies bickered back and forth. Ginger tended to his wounds abd helped clean him up, the whiskey he quickly downed eventually taking its effect, warming him and so far it helped relax the man. Apparently he was supposed to be told as to what exactly this place was, that would have been nice. And it explained as to why there weren't many tourists, but rather people who actually lived here knowing well what it had to offer. Amon then watched as Vanilla walked away and now he had to remain here with Ginger. Hell, at least she told him he was cute. The comment actually helped his morale, however that morale would quickly dissolve as Ginger began to explain as to what this place was. And it quickly went from relaxation to intent confusion. And it sounded like a load of shit, but Amon only nodded trying to understand it. "Okay... A limbo... Following." Amon lied, clearly trying to figure out if he should call Ginger on the crap or not. He settled on not. Amon didn't want to anger anyone, so he kept the whole island subject in mind, taking a quick mental note on it. And though he was confused and skeptical he appeared to understand physically at least.

Amon smiled in return until Ginger began to lose her literal and metaphorical shit. Amon thought about that drink as Ginger sped and pulled out a medical kit faster than he could count. He sat next to her on a stool and replied simply with, "I think some strong whiskey would do. Any kind." Amon, forgetting his manners nearly, continued with, "And thank you. I don't think any of the cuts would be that bad-" He then looked at his right forearm and witnessed that large and deep slash he had there, how he didn't notice it before Amon didn't know unless the adrenaline was keeping his from feeling it. Now that he saw it though, he began to now feel the pain beginning to course in his arm. And it still dripped with blood... How long had he been bleeding? "Huh, well would you look at that," Amon stated yet again, now realizing he felt slightly cold and weak, not realizing he was speaking his mind, "You know, today's been... Eventful. Either I'm in a dream or I'm insane, both of which are highly doubtful at this point. I think I just... Need to process everything, or if anyone could break it down to me like they would their kid, that would be great." It was quite clear Amon was now a bit pale faced. And it was quite clear that he wasn't sure how to handle the information he received visually thus far. He just wanted to settle for a drink, eat something, and try to understand everything that was going on. This island was not what he expected, and the fact- Amon snapped to Vanilla and said, "You're strong. Like holy hell, that was over three hundred pounds of muscle and anger you held up."

@Lollipop Amon didn't ask any questions, instead he remained damn near silent on the walk to the Snack Bar. And rightfully so he remained quiet, but didn't shy away from conversation when it came up. And that creature still stuck to his mind, trapped in deep thought as to whether there was a wider variety, clearly many more of those things still out there. And there was that girl who like an idiot tried to intervene trying to tackle what Amon could guess was a three hundred pound skin sack of muscle and ferocity. As soon as they walked in, Amon could hear Ginger speak in some accent. Irish, or maybe Scottish even? The red hair clearly gave the woman away as Irish, though he wasn't necessarily sure, and he didn't want to be rude by asking and possibly offending someone he didn't even know. Nevermind the bloodstained and turn shorts and white t-shirt, they didn't necessarily stop to change, though blood must be a common sight on this island. Instead of a vocal response, when Ginger decides to greet him, Amon would simply smile and nod, giving only his first name and a, "Nice to meet you."

@Lollipop @FieryDreams ((Apologies for the late reply, I've been kinda busy. And sorry for the short post)) An explanation was indeed needed. Amon began to grow confused at what Vanilla said, it wasn't often that he drank either, so both sounded nice fir a change. Amon nodded before replying, "That girl had... Ears and a tail. If I didn't know any better shouldn't she be one of those things? You know what? Let's just get to the bar." Amon sounded as if his day was... Am interesting one. He had more questions than answers, and one of them could be the tourists of the island. It was no wonder why people didn't frequently come here, cruise ships didn't sail for vacationers because of things like this. He had better wake up, because the island was getting weirder and weirder by the minute. And it was a lot to process, a drink would certainly help that... Though Amon was covered in blood.

@Lollipop @FieryDreams This was an island of mutated rejects. It had to be. Reality began to catch up with Amon and he could feel the tiredness come to him at a snail's pace as the adrenaline began to fade. Though he didn't show it, Amon still felt that tinge of anxiety albeit just a small speck compared to the mixture of emotions he felt. Pride, confusion though miniscule, and overall confidence though worry. He began to look at Vanillas torn outfit and seen what the beast had done to her. Granted his shirt was soaked in scarlet red and torn in many places, his pants included, Vanilla beat him in that regard. There were clearly scars and tattoos along his body where there were also cuts, decapitating the ink jobs in various areas, though Amon paid it no mind. He knelt down beside Vanilla as the stranger of the woods presented himself, almost ignoring the man as Vanilla introduced herself Amon wasn't inspecting the beast but rather the exposed cuts her shirt allowed him to see her form beneath. Pretending to stare and inspect the creature, Amon could clearly see the old scars and a variety of new cuts. Amon was quick to get his little peeps in before asking Vanilla, seeing a sad expression on her as they both rose, "Are you alright? That thing scratched you up pretty good." God, I'm bad with words, the young man thought. It wasn't as bad as he thought, but it was clear he was concerned for Vanilla. He didn't know whether she was hurt or maybe even poisoned by the creature. Despite that fact his curiosity was fading fast as he lost interest in the kill, the fight, if one could call it that, still stuck in his head. At least Amon can go over the details some other time.

@Lollipop , @FieryDreams All of it happened in seconds, his sprint was almost redirected to grab the girl however she shouted something abd took off... On all fours. His confusion began to rise until seeing Vanilla struggle and grapple at the beasts neck. Then something clicked, and Amon went from the cautious and nervous man to someone with a goal. As he was right upon the beast he stabbed the knife forward at its neck instead of slicing at it. With the thick muscle Amon understood that simply slicing would be effective some degree and only piss it off even more. A sudden shlip! Amon drove the blade into the creatures throat between Vanillas arms, a perfect space to place it horizontally as to not cut the woman. The muscles were thick in the beasts neck but nonetheless the blade was plunged all the way till the hilt pressed against it's skin. Amon quickly yanked the weapon from the struggling creature and gushes of blood covered his pant legs and white shirt, his arm sprayed as well. He then went in for another strike, jamming the weapon through the bottom of it's jaw to quickly end the fight it still had. The man was no stranger to blood, he's skinned critters like raccoon and gopher to game like elk, deer, fox, and coyotes. It always pained him to put down the canines however they became varmints when they broke into chicken coops of old farmers, then said farmers were looking for hired help to hunt the animals that killed half their livestock. It was good money at the time, and they went to make beautiful pelts and such however this case was different. Amon was still panicking within as he'd just killed an unknown creature, one that was extremely dangerous and apparently numerous if he'd guess correctly. He yanked the blade swiftly from its lower jaw and stepped back, Amon's adrenaline making him unaware of the cuts and scratches the creature gave from its claws. "Are... There more of these things?" Amon asked, already knowing and dreading the answer. If the pay was good enough... He might not turn down the he job, but this entire time he had handled the situation rather calmly compared to most others who would immediately turn and run. It wasn't the fact he was scared, it was the fact he didn't call w that fear to override his emotions and he used common sense.

@Lollipop @SilverGirl20 @FieryDreams Amon's mind began to reel as many scenarios played out. Vanilla gave a simple idea; she put enough distance between him and the creature, once it starts after him Vanilla would grab its tail and distract it while Amon gets his knife and stabs it in the throat. That's a tall idea, but it could work, or not depending on what happens next. As Vanilla began motion herself between Amon and the beast, Amon began to walk backward. There was a good twenty or so feet between him and the beast, about six or seven between him and Vanilla who was gaining it's attention. Just about ten feet away was a black object shimmering in the sun; and that's when Amon saw the wood-stained hilt of his knife. He didn't need to turn his head to see it at all, he could spot it from his peripheral to the right and began to slowly step that direction. He then said to Vanilla in hesitance, "I hope you're ready..." For a second Amon remained still as stone until he finally broke to the right. His while form turned and once he gained a few steps he dove for the knife, clasping it by the hilt and landing on his belly. Immediately Amon scurried back up and began after the creature, though he'd only hoped Vanilla had gone through her part and distracted it.

@Lollipop In his defense Amon wasn't taking this all to seriously. He followed the directions of Vanilla and kept close, about ten feet from her in the tall grass. He pulled out his knife, expecting something like a hungry jaguar or even a stray hyena or, like usual when he hunted, a coyote. Instead something came charging, having more so an equin appearance but it was... wrong. The creature It's colors were not like Amon had seen before, it had bulging muscles that seemingly ripped through areas of it's skin... No fur, just skin. It has tentacle-like tendrils and was roughly the size of a large cat, much akin to a tiger or lion if not bigger. As the beast pounced and lunged forward, Amon had to jump out of the way to avoid teeth and claws. It landed done meters away and came to a skidding stop, apparently in offensive mode. Amon reached for the knife however he could no longer feel it's metal handle. He must have lost it in avoiding the creature. He began to scoot back until he rapidly got up, both in a mixture of confusion and fear. Not fear that Amon wasn't ready for a fight, fear in that he didn't know how to handle something like this. "Pouncer?! That thing is real?!" Amon exclaimed more in shock than disbelief. The creature seemed ready to charge again, and Amon was about to turn tail but then it occured to him, It could run him down easily, and being in an open field he had more an advantage than in the jungle where it could easily stalk and bush him with more like it. Amon began to look around, frantically for a weapon. He was strong, hell, he'd wrestle massive dogs when attacked by a rabid one. But this? This was another ball game, he didn't know it's weaknesses, he didn't know how to handle it. The most logical answer was to avoid it's tendrils, but then he'd be struck by teeth and claws. Trampled if it knocked him down, and if those tendrils lashed out they could do serious damage. Vanilla reassured Amon that, "They got this!" Amon couldn't have felt more concerned or nervous in his life. What did he have to lose? He was being a big man in that room, and now he was going to act like a coward? If he left this... Pouncer was going to rip the girl a new one, regardless if she somehow came out on top. There were no guns, he lost his knife, and she had a pair of black gloves on... Just his luck! "Okay..." Amon said more as a question than an assured answer, "How are we going to deal with that thing?"

"Right..." Amon thought, keeping his hearing and sight open to his surroundings. Possibly, these people are lunatics and he made a mistake in coming here, shit, he probably should have aimed for being a shop keeper. But what would Amon sell? Shells, clothes, or maybe even hand crafts? He didn't know, all he needed to do was wait and find just what they were hunting. Amon began to feel an urge to get away as they entered a rather large clearing. Tall grass caressed his fingers and and knuckles, he unbuckled his knife just in case they were ambushed by... Whatever they were looking for. He was full expecting a large cat like a jaguar or even an ocelot, however neither came. Instead what was here was an eerie silence; no birds nor insects chirping, merely dead silence. Amon looked around in anticipation, keeping close to Vanilla.

Amon had nothing but a multi-tool on him, a cell phone on silent, wallet and a pocket knife. He didn't have anything like a gun or a machete, which the former was welcomed while the latter was useful. He carefully listened to Vanilla who instructed him on three things: don't get separated, don't chase things, and remember your way back. That was easy enough, but he needed to ask, who the hell chases things into the jungle? Especially this thick a jungle? Nodding, Amon was ready whenever possible. However more questions popped up when he noticed Vanilla having no tools, no weapons, no random objects other than a pair of fingerless gloves. What was she going to do? Wrestle a jaguar? Amon then assumed that perhaps there were actual lunatics in the area, maybe a tribe or so and she knew how to kick box or even trained in martial arts. He always wanted to learn krav maga, however never had the time to when he was working. Still, it concerned the guy about not having proper weapons. Maybe these people were the lunatics? @Lollipop

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It was either a dream or hallucination. Either or can be very real, and it seemed like both came to life. Amon had not only scored a job but also am actual date in what seemed like years. The girl he was with at that time was a cheat, who he thought was his highschool sweetheart Amon realized she was completely opposite and indeed had open legs. Now he was here, and somehow landed a job and date all in the same day. Now he was following a blonde into a jungle for training. @Lollipop

Amon snapped upward from his seat and said, "I've got my wallet and keys. I'm ready." The man followed Vanilla out the door, relieved he didn't receive a negative action from her but still was dumbfounded himself. As he followed, Amon closed and locked the door behind him, old paranoia of the ghettos of Texas coming back to haunt him. So many game consoles stolen. Pushing away that part of his past, he'd begun to put his mind toward his objective, showing Vanilla a good time... Or would she be the one to show him a good time? ((Would we be switching to another area of the club?))

Amon perked up. They can train? Now? He felt his heart accelerate with excitement once again, the thought of learning how to hunt all over again catching much needed attention. It has been... Years, possibly since his Senior year of high school that Amon actually went into the woods and hunted with his friends. Raccoons, Coyotes, Foxes, Elk, Deer, and fishing even when they went out on trips. It made good money selling the pelts, and using the kills for food was different. Deer and Elk taste similar to beef just with a slightly different tinge of... Something. Oh well, he'd have to wait to memorize it correctly. That was when something else caught Amons attention. He happened to look from Vanilla, who he'd hadn't taken his eyes off of, to the hand and quickly back up. She then leaned in and he did the same, an odd voice controlling his movements seemingly. His demeanor changed almost suddenly, like a light bulb flickering on from the dark room. Gone was the nervous blabbering fool and replaced with an eager and calm man. There was something about his eyes that changed too when Vanilla placed her hand on Amons thigh, like someone else was stepping in for the guy. Truth was, he had confidence yet still had that fear lingering about. "Don't know where I'd take ya," Amon replied with a smirk, his hazel green and brown eyes meeting her emerald green orbs, "But I can take you wherever you'd like. Not like I got a lot going on." He mused, his own hand traveling over to her thigh and giving it just a light squeeze. However what Amon did not count in was the misjudgement in where his hand went, Vanillas inner thigh. Amon accidentally over reached and gently squeezed her inner thigh, whether Vanilla knew it was an accident or perhaps it urged her further. Amon, poor Amon, did not realize this as he stared into those beautiful green eyes. God, he thought, if I lose my virginity tonight I... Wouldn't know where to go from there. Shit, if I made it that far.