Mugen the Vagabond's Story

Wandering the remnants of a once luscious landscape, Mugen had his weapon lazily resting against his shoulder while examining the surroundings. He was completely unaware of the history of this place beyond what he had been told - 'go make sure the place isn't still crawling with infected people, kill anyone infected'. Sounds like some shit, but he wasn't going to go about assuming he knew what was up.

Pushing over one of the deceased with his foot, he examined them. They looked long since dead, and now were just rotting up the place. "Figures," he muttered to himself, grumbling and passing by a few more houses. "Any infected freaks wanna come out and give me a hard time? I'm open for business y'know!" Mugen shouted, curious if any of the infected were hiding out and would try to jump him. Or...if it was as dead as he's been seeing. That would be a damn shame.

"Hey who ya callin a freak," Rayan shouted from farther down the path. Sure, this road was left desolate. There weren't enough people left to clean the corpses away, not like anyone wanted to touch them, so everyone just kinda relocated to wherever they wanted...wherever they could.

As for the infected bit, if this ass didn't watch his tone he might find himself on the wrong end of it.

Mugen the Vagabond raised an eyebrow, partially in surprise but then it was met with a wide grin. "Oho, there we go. Though..." He checked the corpse out, curiously. These things looked desolated - completely and utterly mutated beyond belief. Unless this guy was disguised, he wasn't quite what Mugen was looking for. Despite this, he began following the voice. "Unless you're like the corpses 'round here, I don't think you fit the 'freak' category I'm lookin' for."

Rayan Doyle ducked behind a corner, quick out of sight, now grinning. So here comes along some another wiseass lookin for some kills.

"Nah not me, but I know in what directions you should be lookin," Rayan stuck a hand out and swished his fingers together, "For a price, perhaps..."

Mugen the Vagabond scoffed and grumbled. A price? Well shit. He was broke, that's why he even took this job in the first place... "I'm currently trying to make some money. Unless you want something out of what I make for this job, I've only got a few yen for ya."

An unworldly screech shook the street as Rayan's last client felt the full force of their medicine. Well, so much for that extortion.

"You know how to take care of that?" Rayan's hand was already fixed on his blade. He knew exactly where to take one of them down in half a second: it was Half his job around here. The other half was purely medicinal, if you could call it that. The screech came again, a burly man chased into the street by it red in the face.

"YOU," He roared, pointing with all the blame left on Terra at Rayan...or where Rayan once was. Well, there especially went that con. Rayan had relocated to the little hangover on the porch of the building he had been leaning against. He was out of reach of the burly man for the most part, who had taken to swiping at Rayan like a bear at fish in the air.

"The rock sickness musta-"
"MUSTA BULLSHIT," The burly man grabbed a post and started shaking. The roof wouldn't hold long. Rayan flashed a grin and a middle finger at Mugen and disappeared over the roof. There was a faint clatter as the phial slipped from his coat and onto the ground.

Words upon a disembodied air as the corpses of those who fell victim to the plague lay about amongst the chaos and ruble that remained. The scene that presented itself seemed to bring a new life to the location however as something other than a burly man, swordsman, and a lone gang member made its way past the destroyed buildings and ruined streets of the rather small town the scene had been left in.





This time the words came as a pressure to the senses as the natural barriers mortal minds put in place to protect ones psyche would begin to feel the faint push of something malevolent testing it's boundaries. The source of the psychic prodding however was not apparent as its source was scuttling off within the background of the village, hiding amongst the corpses and out of site.

The black hoverbike carried two helmeted people down the road and out of town limits.