the wastes outisde Anubus industries

*it's the wastes imagine that only with VonKraft's place visible in the distance*
(OOC: Alice's identity is the only confirmed identity in this thread.)

*Alice is Slicing at random spires of rock, then watching them slowly side off their bases and onto the ground. She admires her handiwork before slowly moving to another one and getting into her stance*

*She freezes, she loosens her stance, sheathing her blade. She stands straight, still staring at the spire of rock infront of her* This is the queen.

*She stiffens, slowly turning to face the figure*

*She growls glaring at the figure, her hand drifts to the handle of the rapier*

*She suddenly stares in horror, her body becoming lax* You would not even Attempt... You would not-

Somewhere at a far distance, a lone dark figure is steadily heading towards Anubis Industries. Further away down the road, a wake of massacre and destruction has been left as bodies littered the floor of what was once a fairly numbered raider group which have fell to their unfortunate demise when they attacked a lone prey in the vast wilderness. A truck on fire with the black smoke reaching high up into the sky, visible marking the recent event. "I've located you... Voncraft..."

(OOC: don't intrude on a scene Oblivion. Neko and I have been planning this for weeks.)

???: *The figure Puts her in a face down cross position, Stabbing her through her wrists and calves with bowie knives, and taking the sadistic pleasure in twisting the blade and watching her squirm helplessly*
(You forgot Alice LoL)

GAH! Coward! Nothing but dishonor runs through your *Another knife is twisted in her flesh* AAACK
(I do not mind, it isn't directly interrupting)

(OOC: No worries... Just passing by... for now...)

Perched on a rock, the darkly dressed hooded man comes into vision of a tall impressive building. He cautiously scouts the area before proceeding towards his destination.

As he circled the perimeter of the zone, the "Oblivion" notices a trail of blood. He kneels down to inspect the scene. "It's fresh" He takes a swab of the blood and then stores it in a small glass container.He follows the trail out of curiousity.

"..." The Oblivion, curious, carefully looks at the cave before taking a step in.

He hears strange activity coming from the tall nearby building. He stops and slightly tilts his head towards the direction of the building. "This will have to wait for now..." He turns and proceeds to his original destination.

A truck drives through the wastes, Zor behind the wheel; his arm dangles out of the window, loosely holding a cigarette.  He pulls the hand in taking a drag of nicotine; he could hear his wife yelling at him about cancer, but to be honest after three hundred years of existence he could really give two shts.  There were days where he wanted to join her and his friends and finally be at peace, but that's something he wouldn't achieve for a long time; he sighed leaning back against his head rest.

Far up the road, a figure walks down the center line, it's back towards the truck. The figure's cloak covering it's body and protecting it from the hot desert sun, the tails flapping in the wind. The figure is surprisingly under equipped for the situation, due to the fact that no bag or container can be seen. A small canteen bounces on the belt of the figure.

Zor pulls up close to the figure, putting the truck into park he presses down on the horn; hanging his hand out on the side of the truck again.