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Post by Alan Haskayne on Dec 1, 2012 1:38:20 GMT -5
"Zombie actually refers to a Voodoo practice that involves hypnotism. It was American film that made it mean undead." Yukiko more less threw in Benidict's face, given how he seemed to love corrections. She nodded to what Hera said, about playing and watching too much zombie stuff "Well my sister was a total Otaku when it came to both Japanese and Western zombie culture, so I have seen more zombie stuff then I would like to say." she didn't really look concerned, but sounded slightly concerned asking "How did you get so battered anyway?"
"Well to be fair you are probably the only one who knows how to shoot, guns are illegal in Nippon anyway. I have never shot one." she said giving a small shrug. When Hera gave a little rant about not wanting to be called a hillbilly Yukiko chuckled "Isn't that like any American? I mean seriously, that is how you are thought of, your civilians anyway."
As some new folks walked up to his craft Bill Johnson held his M-60 Light Machine gun tenderly as he walked to the side of his command bridge and called out "Howdy out there, I'm Bill, I was just about to head out of this ol port if you want to join me." he cradled his M-60 in a totally none threatening way. He heard a rumble in the distance and his expression turned more grim "I reckon that's one of them tanks, if you have stuff you want to bring aboard I suggest you do it now."
Yukiko grabbed her boxes and started putting them on the boat.
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Post by Edenecho on Dec 1, 2012 22:48:27 GMT -5
Benedict nodded,"Very good, it seems you are not as stupid as you seem," He said, sounding like he knew about what she said (Because he's smarter then the person playing him). "It is commonly used an Undead here, and I'm certain that's what you were using it as. Either way, the use of 'zombie' in incorrect, as they are neither undead nor hypnotized." He ignored the conversation about games and movies and whatnot, since he never really played games or watched movies or TV or anything like that. He had better things to do then fry his braincells with that stuff.
"Do quit complaining, it doesn't make the pain go away," Benedict said to Hera, basically showing that he really was an asshole when it came to some things. "I believe 'hillbilly' is supposed to refer to who lived in the hills," He said. He wasn't sure, though, but he would never admit it.
Once Bill said that they could get on, he got on the boat without so much as a 'thank you', as well as not bothering to assist anyone else. He looked around the deck of the ship, his eyes taking in every little detail, and he didn't say anything for a while. when he did, it was just a slight 'hm'.
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Post by Leslie on Dec 2, 2012 0:26:05 GMT -5
Pretty much having nothing in particular to say to most of everything, she only responded to the last bit about why she was so battered. "A big ass buff-looking infected crashed my pickup. In the crash I got my leg cut on a sharp piece of metal, or more specifically lodged into my leg, I crushed my arm, and hit my head. Crashes aren't fun. Then I just crawled out after it left and stopped being an ass by pounding my pickup down more, found the stuff that was most important to me, wrapped myself up, and have been walking here for hours. My luck seems to be quite terrible, but it will be okay. I'll live" She said, seeming rather calm about describing everything that had just happened to her. Even still, she showed signs of it beginning to really pain her from all the walking she had done while having an injured leg.
"Shooting is easy. Actually hitting something is another story" Hera said simply. But because she had practiced a fair amount with her father over the years, she could actually hit stuff fairly well too, instead of just being able to shoot. But still, she was no expert, and wasn't like some action hero who could never miss. If she was an action hero, she would of somehow miraculously got out of the car accident with no more then a scratch or a cut on her forehead. She pretty much ignored Benedict telling her to quit complaining, and focused on what Yukiko said. "No. That is not the case. That's just a typical stupid generalization of an entire population, which I get extremely sick of people doing. Yes, we got a lot of rednecks, or hillbillies, but it's not the entire population and I would love if people stopped doing stupid generalizations of anywhere in the world" She said, sounding irritated, but not specifically at Yukiko. Apparently she was a little hotheaded. That didn't mean she wasn't nice, though. Just easily angered. "I believe you are right, sir, but people don't care about the real meanings of words, and make up bullshit meanings for words that make no sense to have that meaning" She said, shaking her head. "Like the word shit for example" She added as an afterthought, to show them that she knew that even she didn't use words like their proper, original meanings. "Also, just for your information you two, I do not even live in the hills. I live in flat plains" She added.
Hera seemed to detect nothing threatening about the captain of this ship, but that didn't mean she was about ready to completely loosen her grip on her rifle, in case he was just acting it. She was being cautious, after all. But when he offered to let them on his ship, she nodded, and didn't protest, going onto the ship without much of a word. Everything she wanted to bring aboard was on her, so it wasn't exactly tough for her to bring her stuff aboard. "A tank? Is that one of those big buff assholes?" She asked the Captain, letting out a groan as she adjusted her weight around. "I would help you girl, but it would quite hurt if I even tried" She said, and then sat down somewhere on the boat, slowly lowering herself onto the seat and letting out a sigh of relief, like getting off of her feet felt really good. She pulled her backpack off and sat it next to her, then found the best way to put her leg up in the least painful way possible, along with putting her arm in the least painful position as possible. "I hope it's okay if I just rest. I have been walking for hours, and my leg is beginning to really pain me" She said to the Captain, closing her eyes and letting out a relaxed sigh.
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Post by Alan Haskayne on Dec 3, 2012 22:40:12 GMT -5
Yukiko covered her mouth as Hera told her story, she looked rightfully horrified at her explanation "Poor girl, having to go through that all by your self. I have fought one of those, but we had Self Defence Force, and American Navy forces to help us. It was still a blood bath, I couldn't imagine what it would be like to do that alone." she felt pretty bad for Hera, which was natural. She glanced at Benedict and said "Don't treat me like some idiot, I got strait As in school, and if you have ever seen a Japanese school, you would know that was a Hell of an accomplishment."
Yukiko smirked slightly and said "I figured that shooting would not be that hard part, it would be the, the um, oh baka, how do you say it. Oh um, aiming." she sometimes forgot simple words like that, especially giving how she didn't really study words like aim, or gun, or any other military terms really. She suddenly drew her sword inches in front of Hera's face and said "Your weapons are nice, but a Katana will still suit me. No reload, sharp blade, I could cut a zombie in half with this thing." she quickly put her sword away again as Hera did her rant about stereotypes "Oh geez girl, it isn't that bad, just because everyone thinks Japan is full of Anime, cat ears, and crazy does not mean I have to give a speech about it. We all live with stereotypes."
Bill nodded to Hera and said "Yup, that's a tank. One of them threw a chunk of dock at my boat the other day." Yukiko waved off Hera and said "Its ok, you rest. You need to rest." she had several boxes that she had 'liberated' from the stores of Yokohama. It was a pretty quick loading possess though, because the boxes were not too heavy, and they were quite close. Bill looked at Benedict and said "You are a bit rude for not helping a young woman load her boxes onboard." he smiled down at Hera and said "Why don't you head downstairs and lay on my bed? I haven't made up any guest rooms yet, but if you need some rest, and you certainly look it, you can take my bed."
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Post by Edenecho on Dec 11, 2012 0:04:42 GMT -5
Benedict ignored pretty much everything between Hera and Yukiko. When she said not to treat him like an idiot, he didn't look impressed by what she said. "Dull," He said,"School was to easy for me." It was hard to tell if he was just saying it was to easy, or if he was saying that he skipped it because it was so easy.
He payed no mind to everything else Yukiko and Hera said about stereotypes. He wondered if he should mention that 'hillbilly' typically seemed like a ruder stereotype then saying that Japan was full of anime and cat ears. Maybe not crazy, though.
He continued to kind of ignore everything, though he seemed maybe slightly alarmed by the Tank sounds, though he seemed like he was either not as alarmed as he should be, or pretending not to be alarmed. When Bill said he was a little rude, he just kind of made a,"Hm,"sound that gave the impression that he wasn't really listening. Without another word, he sat down somewhere on the deck and put his hands together in front of him, and stared forward. It looked more like a thinking gesture then praying, though.
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Post by Leslie on Dec 11, 2012 0:52:41 GMT -5
Hera waved her hand in the air. "Nah, its okay. I'm alive. Just a burden is all" She said, shrugging. Which would probably be bizarre to some people, how much she just totally shrugged off her rather serious injuries. "Besides, it left, so I didn't have to fight it. If it didn't leave, I wouldn't be talking to you right now" She said. Even with all she went through, like killing her family because they were infected, and the car crash, she still had a strong will to live.
Hera nodded slowly to her saying aiming, but that was about it. When she drew her sword suddenly, she let out a little gasp, then tensed up with the wave of pain from her reaction. She ended up relaxing, though, when she realized there was no danger at all. After that, she slung her gun over her shoulder again, slowly, and took out her machete. "I got this if I need to do up close combat. I sharpened it, too. It's not one of those dull, useless machete's. Is that all you have, a sword?" She asked, seeming confused by the fact that Yukiko would only have a sword, while she had a machete, rifle, handgun, and a pocket knife. "I wouldn't call that very prepared. Maybe we can find something else for you to defend yourself with. A sword really isn't going to do you much good with one of those big ass buff guys, you know" She said, coming off as a little rude, but having good intentions when she did come off as rude. To the last part about her rants related to stereotypes, she just said "Whatever, it's still annoying", and that was it.
Hera nodded. "Must have been interesting" She said, trying to get a mental image of what that most of been like, having dock fly at your boat. Sounded a little comedic to her, like something you'd see in a video game or a movie. She looked up at the Captain, already seeming more groggy then she was previously, and smiled. "That would be very nice of you, thank you" She said, grabbing her hand-made walking stick (That's like, made with ductape, a pole, and so on), her backpack, and her gun, while pushing herself slowly to her feet again. As she pushed herself up, she got off balance and closed her eyes, but she kept herself standing with her hand-made walking 'stick', or crutch, whatever you'd rather it be called since she made it to support herself with her injured leg. She gave a nod that she was okay to the Captain, and left to his room, or where she assumed was his room.
Eventually she found it, and she sat down on it slowly, putting her walking mechanism to the side. She opened her backpack and pulled out some more gauze, because her current bandages on her leg were looking pretty bloody and bad, even if she hadn't had them on for a massively long time. It was long enough, apparently. And because she had walked a lot, that probably made it worse. She slowly unwrapped her wound, wincing as she did due to what you'd expect it to do when you unwrapped a blood-covered bandage that could stick to your wound painfully. She then looked at her wound, which still looked rather unpleasant, and started to wrap it up again slowly. Right now, she ignored the fact her arm was hurting and probably could use some help too, and finished up and laid down on her back on the bed, with her arm still in the sling contraption she made, and her leg out straight as possible. Even though she was tired, she knew it would take her a while to fall asleep, just because of the pain in her leg and whatnot keeping her awake.
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