Roleplay:Exodus

This Roleplay is ready to go. I will work on the Prologue when I have the time and energy. I've been inactive due to being very busy. I apologize for the wait. .-.; All you need to know regarding the prologue is that Abraham Tower (G.U.N's CO) died and has been replaced by another person. That person organized the quarantine and most people who were lucky enough managed to get inside the QZ. Lots of people died, too.

Currently this RP is Ask First. Requests to join may or may not  be approved.

Overview
In the not too distant future, the world has been turned on its head. An epidemic had struck several years earlier, causing all sorts of horrible affects to those infected. Some merely developed terrible symptoms to the disease and died painfully. Others, primarily those with special powers, would find themselves stuck with less serious symptoms, but their powers would be weakened, if not completely gone. And others had it the worst; being transformed into mindless beasts on a ravenous rampage, attacking any and all that were too close. Starting in Station Square, the disease spread across the land at an alarming rate, even as the residents of the doomed city left in a mass exodus. Since then, Station Square has been Ground Zero for the epidemic.

In a feeble attempt to contain the biological threat, G.U.N had organized a quarentine around a large chunk of Mobius, and locked down all access in and out of the area. Perhaps the largest organized quarentine in Mobian history, the quarentine's perimeter stretched across the land to contain several major cities, including Westopolis, Greenflower City, and several others. As time went on, however, it became apparent that very few places would be spared from the terrible epidemic. Soon, only a handful of cities were left as effective quarentine zones. Many people had to live together in large apartment complexes or skyscrapers that were still standing. Even access to and from other dimensions and zones were completely shut down to prevent the epidemic from spreading.

But, the problem didn't end there. No, far from it. Despite the fact G.U.N put most of its resources into enforcing the quarentine, its attempts to provide food, medicine, and other essentials to those trapped inside the quarentine were lax at best. You see, Abraham Tower, former commander-and-cheif of G.U.N had died around the time the epidemic began. Autopsy seemed to confirm that the late G.U.N leader had fallen prey to the epidemic, but rumors floated around that foul play was involved. However, G.U.N's new commander-in-cheif quickly assumed control and organized the quarentine with amazing speed and effectiveness. Despite the effeciveness of the quarentine, scientists had yet to come up with a viable cure for the epidemic. All that could be done for the victims was either to ease their pain before they died, or kill them before the virus did.

Officially, G.U.N is credited with containing the worst biological threat in history. The truth, however, was that many either feared or hated G.U.N., seeing first hand that they were barely surviving. And anyone caught trying to make it out were immediately gunned down by G.U.N commandos. Inside the zone, people had to follow strict rules and curfews, working odd jobs in exchange for food and supplies. A few people secretly smuggled in supplies from contacts on the outside in exchange for favors or essentials. Others had banded together into a rebel group to resist G.U.N "oppertunistic tyrany", using violence and guerrilla warfare to combat G.U.N. But outside the quarentine zone, things weren't much better.

Many survivors outside the quarentine zone had formed gangs or clans that would prey upon anyone unfortunate enough to come across them. Other people were loners, either sticking to themselves or whatever family they had left. With the rise of gangs and other dangerous characters, many had become paranoid, stocking up on whatever essential materials they could gather. Anyone outside of their family and friends were a potential threat. Money had very little meaning now. Medicine, food, ammunition, clothings. These were the things of value. And just like money, moral character had started to become a liability. Those who tried to help others were often turned on by the very people they tried to help, or killed by the gangs themselves. The line between right and wrong, good and evil, had all but disappeared.

However, just as things look bleak, rumor spreads of a possible solution; a way to end the nightmare. A cure? A haven or paradise that was untouched by whatever had consumed the rest of the world? Many are eager to find out. However, for whatever reason, G.U.N has sent troops to various places to hunt down anyone who has escaped. Now, those who try to journey across the continent for this possiblity of hope will be put to the test. They'll have to survive the various gangs, the harsh wilderness, and even each other in hopes of finding this promised salvation. Will anyone succeed, or will they fail? Why is G.U.N trying to stop this attempt? What caused the epidemic in the first place? All of these are questions that wil be answered in time.....

Plot
There are two main plots that apply to the majority of the roleplay.
 * 1) There are rumors of a cure somewhere outside of the quarentine zone (QZ for short), or at least a place that is unaffected by the plague. Many are seeking this place either in hopes of finding a cure for themselves or loved ones, to hoard it for themselves, or just out of curiosity. However, there are many trials that lie in wait in the outside world. But first, the characters have to find a way out of the fortified QZ.
 * 2) G.U.N's newest commander has taken charge since almost the beginning of the virus outbreak, when former Commander Abraham Tower fell prey to the virus. While most soldiers won't question the new commander's decisons, either out of fear or loyalty or bribery, some are suspicious that there was foul play involved in the former commander's death. What secrets could G.U.N's newest commander be hiding?

The Viruses
There are three types of viruses that now affect the world. It is recommended (but not required) that at least half of your characters has either Type A or Type C.

1. Type A Virus is a crippling disease that attacks the host's internal systems and slowely moves to the central nervous system. After being affected with this form of the virus, the victim only has a month or so left to live. The victim undergoes an increasing amount of pain during this time and gradually loses his/her strength. Once the virus reaches the central nervous system, brain activity begins to shut down and the host will be dead within 72 hours. It is unknown how one gets this virus, but it is believed that it is not contagious via airborne transmission. There is no effective treatment for this aside from giving medicine to ease the pain somewhat.

2. Type B is a mutation of the original virus that goes straight to the central nervous system and attacks the brain. Rather than shutting down the central nervous system, however, it grows over the brain and begins to take control over cognitive and motor functions, causing the hosty to become more aggressive and hostile over time. Within one to two days of being infected, the host is no longer in control of his/her own body and becomes nothing more than an extreamely aggressive monster that attacks anyone nearby. The only way to get this virus, however, is to come in direct contact with bodily fluids of someone who is already infected, normally by being bitten. The only way to prevent someone from turning into a mindless beast is to kill them before the virus does.

3. Type C is another mutation of the original, but only affects those with strong psionic abilities (such as pyrokinesis) and certain supernatural powers (such as manipulating chaos energy). This branch of virus cripples the victim's ability to properly use his/her abilities, making it much harder for the victim to use their powers and may even outright disable said abilities altogether. However, it also appears to be the most docile of the viruses, as the victim's health is left largely undamaged. As with the other two viruses, there is no known treatment for reversing the affects. It is interesting to note that people with this type of virus are immune to the Type A virus, but still vulnerable to the Type B virus.

Standard Rules:
1) Follow ALL standard SFW rules. This includes no sexual content, be polite to other users, and censor foul language. (the mild swear words may remain uncensored). Also, despite the fact that foul language is allowed so long as it is censored, please don't over-use it. Violations of these rules will result in a certain amount of strikes, depending on the severity of the offense.

2) Absolutely no godmodding, metagaming, or autohitting/autododging. Each of these will result in a warning on the first offense, and a strike for each subsequent offense. Three strikes, and you're out of the roleplay.

3) Do not take control of another user's character unless you have their permission.

4) Try to have fun.

Roleplay Specific Rules:
1) This is a NON-CANON roleplay that takes place approximately 10 years in the future. So, anything that happens in this roleplay will not affect your characters. So, if they die, that doesn't mean you can't use them anywhere else ever again.

2)Only join this Roleplay if you are 100%  sure  that you can make continual edits. Let's also try to avoid edit conflicts when possible. Wait for other users to make their comments unless one of your characters is in a direct conversation with another character.

3) This Roleplay is strictly story format. Also, please try to use proper grammer as best as you can.

4) I do NOT, under any circumstances, want to see anyone deviating from the main plot unless they talk to me about it first. In addition, I don't want to see anyone having their character just spontaneously or convinently having a solution to every problem. For example, if the characters have to travel a great distance, I don't want somebody just teleporting to their destination with all seven chaos emeralds (or whatever). This is part of the reason why most characters will have the power-inhibiting virus.

5) Each user may only use up to two main characters unless there is a good reason for having more. If you need more than two, talk to me first. In addition, each user may have up to two supporting characters for each main character. However, supporting characters are  not  required for this roleplay. They are strictly optional. Remember, you are responsible for keeping up with all of your characters.

6) I'm setting a limit for the number of users who can participate. This is to help avoid stalling from inactivity and hopefully deter edit-conflicts or being left behind.

7) In terms of the video game rating scale, this roleplay will likely be somewhere between rated T and M. Just a forewarning. There will probably be intense sequences of violence, blood, and gore in this roleplay.

8) LET'S HAVE FUN WITH THIS. Please? For me? :D

Users
Frost the Wolf (Director)

INVITE LIST:
TheDarkMantis15 (Accepted)

Smash The Echidna (Accepted)

Monk the Cat (Accepted)

TheSkullWolf  (Declined.)

Chamesthehero (Pending)

Kagimizu  (Did not respond...)

Bladesparkz (Accepted)

Doomdegree (Accepted)

YoungEezy27 (Accepted)

ASK LIST: Two confirmed openings left...

(to be updated)

Main Characters:
[This is a list of the main characters used in this roleplay. They are the characters that the story primarily revolves around. Each user may only use a maximum of two, unless giving permission otherwise. You're encouraged to leave a breif description of your character and how they are in current times.]

Frost the Wolf - a 30 year old former war veteran from another dimension. After having lost his sister at the beginning of the epidemic crisis due to being shot by a G.U.N soldier, he has closed himself off to nearly everyone around him and has taken on the role of smuggler. He has been contacted by an old aquaintance to once again investigate the supposed rumors of a haven or cure from the epidemic. In exchange for this, he is offered information regarding who ordered the soldier from ten years earlier to open fire on him and Crystaline. (Frost)

Gretchen the Mongoose - A semi-average survivor. She mainly is just out to fend for herself and eventually find her way to freedom. She takes on the part of an experienced gunslinger with a very alert eye. (Monk)

Melda the Kangaroo Mouse - A novice cleric. Her temple was housed in the Quarantine Zone, before the events of the roleplay happened. Her only interest as the sole survivor of her temple is to maintain tradition and travel, healing whoever and whenever she can. She is still very gullible and vulnerable, yet takes care of herself and others. (Monk)

Blitz the Wolf - a mercenary equipped with a magical sword and guns. He was a tourist in the city when the epidemic kicked off. Alone, and becoming frustrated by the virus as it continues to grow inside him, he only wants to escape the nightmare alive. However, the fact that he might have to do unspeakable things leaves him nauseous .(DarkMantis)

Raynard the Vampire Bat - the savior of Fortune Hills during the Cavalry of the Sun's machinations. A swordsman much like Blitz, he is armed with his Vengeful Monarch, Turqoise Iris, and Cursed Arm, as well as his Tranquil Rampage transformation. He had decided to head to the city to catch up with Blitz after they lost touch for about a few years, and was present when the epidemic began. Now afflicted much like Blitz, he's combing the Quarantine Zone in order to find his old friend and hopefully get out of here before it's too late. (DarkMantis)

Blade the Fox - A 13 year old girl who's got impressive skills such as using daggers and being gymnastic. However she severly lacks strenghth which she made up for with her geokinesis. Now thath that's gone, she isn't doing great. For the time being she is reluctant to team up with people because she's in a cranky mood. (Sparky)

Forte the Coyote - An 18 year old mercenary who's basically looking for some cash and will go to extremes to get it. However, now with her electrokinesis missing, she's freaking out and she's starting to forget about taking her ADHD pills. (Sparky)

Smash The Echidna - A 35 year old fighter at the world famous arena in Greenflower City. He is known for not only being one of the strongest men in GFC, but also as a hero whose fought against countless threats to the city--and even the world. When the epidemic spread, he was forced into an early retirement due to the Blitz Pit closing, seemingly for good. Despite that, he still resumes his daily training to keep fit, and has yet to succumb to the plague.

Pearl The Echidna - Smash's little sister, standing at 32 years of age. While she is roughly as strong as her big brother, she instead dedicated her time to maintaining her new restaurant: "Pearl's Pizza Parlor". While she's a fantastic cook and serves far more than just pizza, she puts more focus on the food she's best at. Despite the epidemic going around, Pearl did not want to close up shop, due to how much everyone around is suffering. But with how scarce food had become, Pearl's Pizza Parlor was struggling more than most people around to try and stay open. She married and settled down in Greenflower Zone, but lost her husband to the plague. Since then she's moved back in with her brother.

Sandy The Echidna - Pearl's adoptive daughter, and the oldest child in the Corliss household. Sandy is a kind and generous teen who works with her mother at Pearl's Pizza Parlor. She isn't the best at cooking, so her main job focuses on serving others and delivering pizza across the city. She is constantly worrying about her friends she grew up around, and is always checking up on them whenever she gets the chance. She was also trained in self-defense by her uncle, Smash. She is nowhere near as strong as he was at her age, though.

Twilight the Lycalo - A member of the demonic race of wolfbats. Now 31 years of age while still retaining the appearance of an 18 year old due to his halted aging, Twilight has long gained control of his monstrous curse and has nearly become an Umbrakinetic master. The once happy and carefree wolfbat has lost his cheery demeanor once the virus broke out. He still remains optimist as always and will fight with all his might to find a cure and keep those close to him safe from harm.

Tharros Polemistis - A highly adept and remarkable combatant who has lived for over two thousand years. The Griffin has experienced and survived numerous plagues in his extensive life and he feels this current epidemic is at a whole new level of danger. Equipped with centuries of knowledge in combat and the four edged halberd Anemomylos, Tharros will survive by any means and fight until the bitter end if need be.

Transford The Hedgehog - an unfriendly man with a love for ramen and a long, dark past that he normally doesn't talk about. He became stronger through illegal experiments done by a group of poachers, genealogists, and GUN soldiers that defected. Transford currently lives in a mansion outside Neonopolis, one of the cities that was caught in the quarantine, and has a hatred for GUN, especially its new commander. (DoomDegree)

Supporting Characters:
[This is a list of the supporting characters used in this roleplay. They differ from the main characters in that the roleplay does not focus primarily on them, but they have a strong influence on the main character they are paired with. Like with the main characters, you're encouraged to leave a breif description of the character and how they relate to the main character they are 'paired' with.]

Crystaline the Wolf - Frost's younger sister who was killed at the beginning of the crisis. No longer having a sister to look after, Frost is now faced with three problems: Finding a purpose worth fighting for, finding who ordered the kill order, and letting go of his past.

Robin Owsparr - a highly decorated scientist and field agent of G.U.N. A former supporter of the late commander Abraham Tower, Robin is suspicious of the new commander's motives and activities, and is currently seeking to find answers. She is also trying to find a viable cure for the virus that has afflicted Mobius. However, as she starts nosing around for clues, someone targets her and forces her to go underground. She is currently 25 years old. (Frost)

Splice The Hedgehog - A longtime friend and companion of Smash, and another known hero of Greenflower City. Once an energetic, fun-loving guy in his youth, Splice is now 31 years old and hasn't shown much change in his personality over the years. He is married to Cymbeline, a half-angel/half hedgehog girl from the Angel Kingdom, and had two kids. He has been taking care of the whole family once the epidemic hit, and has been doing everything he could to keep them all from falling to it. Due to his superior immune system, Splice hasn't even felt a symptom of it yet.

Violet The Hedgehog - One of Smash's first friends, alongside Speedy The Hedgehog. The two are a married couple (both 29 years old) living in Greenflower city, living right next-door to Smash's house. Violet is a musician, composing piano solos, while her husband is a local police officer. She was once trained by Smash, but eventually stopped once she settled down and started a family. She has had one child: a five year old boy.

Gizmo The Cat - A 29 year old inventor and doctor living on the outskirts of town. He and his companion, Kitty the Cat Chao, have been working together since they were young. While Gizmo is most known for his vast collection of hand-made inventions, he has been dedicating all his work into finding a cure for the new plague which claimed the life his wife.

Champ the Chao - Twilight's pet and a faithful companion. Champ has been protected by the Lycalo since the plaque unleashed itself. The small gray creature has remained happy throughout the years as he has died from age numerous times and reincarnated. While he himself can't help much to stop the virus, he does bestow great support for the hybrid and will stick by him no matter what.

John - one of the men who performed experiments on Transford without him knowing, and he hopes to keep it that way. He was infected with strain A and helps Transford hack computers. He currently lives in an abandoned apartment building in downtown Westopolis. (DoomDegree)

Prologue:
[NOTE: DO NOT EDIT THIS PART. ONLY I MAY EDIT THIS SECTION. ~Frost]

Although the city never truly slept, activity in the streets of Downtown Station Square was sparse. The streets were illuminated by the tall street lights, neon signs, traffic lights, and the headlights of cars that were still driving up and down the street. Although there were a lot of cars out at this late hour, the traffic was minimal compared to how it would have been during the daytime. Many of the citizens who were still out and about were either trying to make their way home to turn in for the night, or to enjoy the nightlife with friends.

In a small apartment complex within Station Square, a gray wolf enters a room while on a cell phone. "I understand, Robin, but a contract is a contract." He flicked on a light switch to illuminate the room with light from an overhead lamp. He was dressed in a casual pair of black pants, black boots, a brown jacket with a white shirt underneath, and a ragged old scarf around his neck that bared a unique insignia on it. "I don't expect the assignment to last more than four hours at best." he paused for a few moments as he listened to the person on the other line. "I understand the risk and dangers, Robin. You are forgetting that I'm no stranger to this sort of thing. It's late, we'll talk in the morning." He hung the phone and approached the couch, sitting down on the far end with a sigh.

On the couch, a younger white wolf sat up an yawned, rubbing the sleep from her eyes. She appeared to be about ten years old and was wearing a pair of gray sweatpants and a green tee-shirt and green socks. She also had a light green bow over her left ear. She opened her eyes, which were revealed to have glowing green irises and solid white pupils.

The older wolf glanced in her direction. "It's late, Crystaline." he said. "Not to mention that it's a school night."

The younger wolf immediately sat up right. "Oh, darn!" she gasped, quickly turning her head to look at the clock on the wall behind her. "What time is it?"

"Late enough." he said, turning his head to look at the clock. Although he knew his sister could still sense the world around her, she was still blind and couldn't detect detail such as writing. "It's five minutes before midnight." he said.

The younger wolf smiled at her older brother. "That means it's still today." she said with a smile. She then got off the couch and felt around for something underneath it.

The older gray wolf sighed. "Crystaline, not now." he said. However, a moment later, he felt something on his lap. It was a small box wrapped with colorful paper and a greeting card attached to it. "What's this?" he asked. Crystaline smiled, "Your birthday present. Don't tell me you forgot your own birthday." she teased.

Chapter 1: Ten Years Later...
Frost woke up with a start, breathing heavy. It took him a few moments to calm down and realize that he only relived a bad memory in his sleep. That didn't make the pain of losing his sister any easier, however. As he let his eyes adjust to the dim lighting of the apartment complex he was in, he looked around his room. Like the majority of rooms in the building, the wallpaper was peeling off the walls and the wooden floors were stained and somewhat rotting from years of neglect. On top of a desk in the corner, there were some papers and a bottle of pills of some sort. He approached the table and took a look at the lable in the dim lighting from the lamp on the desk. Extra-Strenght Painkillers, the lable read. Although the gray wolf was not a drug addict, the painkillers could be used if he got into another tussel with thugs. Plus, there were some people in the Quarantine Zone who would be wiling to trade quite a few valuables for these. Frost put them in his pocket before turning off the lamp, grabbing a backpack that was slumped against the wall next to the door, and exiting the room.

He double checked to make sure the door was locked and he had the keys before proceeded down the hallway past several other rooms. Some of the rooms had been spray-painted with a large black 'X' and barred off with a metal screen to mark that they were contaminated and off-limits. Other rooms were left unmarked, and voices could be heard from within. Some of it yelling about various problems, while others were basic discussion. Frost descended down the staircase down to the ground floor and stepped outside to the streets.

The streets, once kept clean and litter free, now had piles of garbage and debris on either side. The few people who were out would either hurriedly make their way to their destination, or stop to look through the rubble for anything salvageable that they could make use of. Some of the buildings around looked as though they could collapse at any moment due to structural damage, and the smell is best described as rank, musty, and unpleasant. Some of the buildings had been marked with a black 'X' on the front door and crossed off with police tape, marking the building as condemned. The Greenflower City Quarantine Zone had fallen into utter despair.

Within five minutes of walking, a commotion nearby snapped the gray wolf out of his thoughts. He turned his head to see four civilians being dragged out of a condemned building by a small squad of G.U.N soldiers in environmental hazard suits. As the civilians were unceremoniously forced to their knees, one of the soldiers pulled out a small electronic device of some sort. "Beginning Bio-Scan". he informed out loud, mostly to his comrades. He aimed the device at the civilian at the far left, a yellow lizard. A turquoise blue gridded light covered the civilian for a few moments before turning green. "He's clean." the soldier with the scanning device said. He then moved on to the next civilian, a young female otter that was scared out of her mind as she worried what would become of her.

"I - I'm not plagued!" she protested, only to be rewarded with a smack to the back of the head by another soldier's hand.

"Quiet, and stay still." the soldier who smacked her commanded harshly. The civilian was then scanned, but this time the grid turned from turquoise blue to a yellowish color.

"Type A." the soldier with the Bio-scanner said. "Not contagious at least, but she won't last long."

"No, there must be a mistake!" the otter pleaded as tears rolled down her face at this horrible news, but her cries were ignored as the soldier moved on to the next civilian, a male canine with green fur. As he was scanned, the grid went from blue to red and a beeping noise came from the bio-scanner.

"We got a live one! Type B!" The soldier with the scanner said.

"Wh-What!?!" the canine exclaimed in dismay and panic, before he was forced onto his stomach by two other soldiers. "NO, THERE'S GOTTA BE A MISTA- GAH!" His outcry was cut short as one of the soldiers put a needle into his neck. Anyone who has seen a raid before knew that the needle had a lethal drug in it designed to kill someone quickly. The green canine's body shook violently for a few moments before the drug did its job.

The fourth civilian, a black feline, decided to make a run for it. He quickly got up and pushed his way past the soldier that was in his way.

"HALT!" one of the soldiers ordered. After giving the feline a brief moment to comply, three gunshots rang out from one of the soldiers rifles, and the feline fell to the pavement. He didn't move after that.

The soldier who had killed the black feline turned to the surviving two civilians. "And let that be a lesson to you on why you shouldn't hide out in condemned buildings." he said, utterly callous to however terrified, angry, or despondant the two living civilians may have been. He then looked over in Frost's direction. "You! Civilian! Move along, this isn't a public performance!" he ordered.

Frost simply complied and continued on his way to his destination. Several years ago, he may have tried to stop the civilians execution. Then again, times have changed. The world had been turned upside down in what almost seemed like the blink of an eye, G.U.N had went from being the protectors they had been known for (albeit they had their faults and mistakes) to being almost like a dictatorship that enforced rigid curfews and martial law, and now people were either scrounging in garbage or killing each other just to survive. Frost had changed in some ways, too. He had always been a bit of a loner, but now he had all but completely cut himself off from the rest of the world, physically and emotionally.

Blitz sat up and slapped himself awake, finding himself in the hotel room he had taken as his current home in the city. Damn... another... bad dream, he thought, brow furrowed. The epidemic lately had been giving him strange dreams that always made him uneasy, and he doubted it was just a coincidence, especially since he was among the infected populace when the epidemic really kicked off.

He sighed, sliding his palm over his face. He had noticed that, for whatever reason, he couldn't access his Shadowmancing abilities. He felt them inside him, yes, but they couldn't be reached no matter how hard he tried. He had hated it at first, but remembered that before he became a known merc, he was fine with his shotgun and sword. He resigned himself to the fact that he'd have to make due, then.

Hopping off of his mattress, he looked around. The hotel room was rather dingy and somewhat small for his liking, but it was good a place as any to stay in while in the Qaurantine Zone. Thankfully it was relatively empty around this part of the city, so he didn't get much attention until he ventured into the other parts of the city. His trench coat - which he kept on practically all the time, except during sleep - got many a stare, but so far they kept their distance. He hoped he wouldn't have to use his remaining weapons in a fire-free zone - he could only hang onto his twin pistols due to smuggling them in under GUN's noses. He was still bamboozled that he couldn't have his sword and shotgun - he had worked with GUN before, but when he brought the matter up after they took the other two parts of his arsenal away, he got yelled at for his troubles.

Throwing on his trench coat, he looked at the time. The clock on the wall was somewhat dirty, but it still read 12:30 PM. Good. He could make the rounds for ammo, food, and medicine and hopefully snag enough to last the next few weeks. Snatching his beloved weapons and placing them into their holsters behind his back, he exited the room.

"Are you freakin' KIDDING ME?" snapped a bat in a purple coat, one sleeve over his arm, a red shirt, and dark pants. A few white bangs of hair rested on his head, standing out amongst his black fur. Currently, he was enraged at the fact the merchant he was talking to wouldn't sell him any medicine for on his crushing headaches he had been having lately. Apparently it had something to do with his being a bat...

"Nope," the merchant said shamelessly, unperturbed.

"Just gimme the freaking medi- gah..." the bat said in reply, suddenly grasping his head as he felt a pulse of pain radiate through his mind. It hurt so bad... Consequently, he had banged his fist on the counter while he was disoriented by the pain.

"Hey, watch it, bat-boy! I don't need yer kind trashing my shop!" The merchant scolded.

"Shut... Up..." the bat gasped, crossing his eyes as he tried to wait the pain out. He knew it would have to end eventually. It always did.

Frost entered the room. He barely spared a glance at the bat and instead spoke to the merchant. "Is he here?" he asked, handing the merchant a small box of some sort.

The merchant glanced once at the bat to make sure he wasn't trying to eavesdrop. He then took the box and looked in it. After giving it a moment of examination, he looked up at the wolf. "Yeah, he's in the back." he said.

Frost nodded and moved behind the counter towards a door that lead to the back of the rundown building. While most buildings would simply either be abandoned or overcrowded with people using them as a shelter, some people managed to keep their building in enough order to use them as a place of business, though such places were few and far between. In fact, this building was practically the only place in town where one could legally acquire medication and prescription drugs without going through a G.U.N representative. However, the only currency such places would accept would be essentials that could be bartered, such as food and tools.