~Inferno - The Last Armada~ Literate War RP

jupiter_hollow • 13 September 2012 at 5:08 PM

It's year 2708, in the far future and Earth differs greatly from what it one was. The planet's global warming takes a great toll on the climate in the early years of the second millennium - the ice caps melt, the weather in many countries changes drastically, to the point where scorching heat is common in Greenland. It is not labeled a catastrophe, because it also changes millions of lives for the better. Due to this, technology advances with rapid speed. Life is mechanized, machines replace the working hand and are used frequently every day. However, they cannot compensate the planet's handicap - lack of virgin lands and unmarred nature. Pollution spreads everywhere and despite government's feverish attempts to savor some resources, natural gas and petrol supplies are nearly gone.

Humanity is on the brink of desperation and in order to survive, countries and whole continents negotiate transfer of resources from neighboring lands. Due to shortage, however, many refuse to give aid. What cannot be achieved with peace, is said to be achieved with force. It is the start of World War III.

There are two continental alliances - Europe, Africa and Asia on one side of the war with America on the other, both with major power at their disposal. The outcome is catastrophic - millions die on the battlefields, from enemy bullets or epidemics. All nations are affected, most of the large cities are in ruins.

The end is already clear - humanity was destined to die from it's own hand.

onyx • 13 September 2012 at 5:11 PM

Near the early 24th century, new hope shines on the horizon. Another, large continent is discovered, both shocking and pleasantly surprising to everybody. It remains a mystery how the colossal land had not been discovered sooner, but it is great relief for the Earth that it has emerged in the most critical moment. Warlords see salvation in the face of the "New Land". It consists of unmarred nature, pure and clean water sources and cool weather. Both sides of the war rush to claim the continent as their own, hence the land, full of petrol mines and other resources. It is clear that the land is not only fertile, but also perfect for living conditions and it's not a surprise when life is discovered on the continent.

The natives are not normal, however. Unlike humans, they posses supernatural abilities - inhuman speed, strength, mind capacity, and also some other mutations, which they've naturally obtained. They refuse to surrender their rightful land and viciously fight back. Humanity labels them as "monsters".

Hope for salvation falls short, because the New Land does not only fail to stop the war, but it actually deepens it further. Greediness takes toll and the Warlords refuse to share the continent. Now, they have not only themselves to fight between, but the monsters as well.

Soon, alternative forces are considered. Seeing as the monsters are superior to humanity, the governments of both opposing sides decide to use their DNA to create a Superhuman army of soldiers.

jupiter_hollow • 13 September 2012 at 5:12 PM

A few of the foreign species are captured, for scientific purposes and experimenting begins. Everyone works feverishly to do the hard task of scientifically establishing unnatural abilities on normal human beings. Success is achieved and both sides of the war proudly present their Humanoid Armies.

It is now that the war gets out of hand. The blood-thirsty Warlords have another difficulty in their path - The Monster Rebellion that all natives in the continent have formed. Three armies of superhumans fight viciously over a newly discovered land of fertile forests and unmarred beauty.

Nothing is certain. Will New Land be the savior of humanity? It will relieve our hunger and bring us the peace and love we once shared. It will be our last hope, our salvation. It will cure dying Earth's illness and restore serenity to our lands.

...Or maybe, marked with blood and death, the last remaining piece of hope would drown along with all ruin of our cruelty.

onyx • 13 September 2012 at 5:14 PM

Species:

-Humanoids
Their human abilities have been enhanced trough experimentation. They are super soldiers made by humans to counter the overwhelming power of monsters. Many of them have a similar or completely same power as they were made in big numbers to form army troops. There are also ones which are considered as weapons of mass destruction. These are the ones which posses a unique deadly ability and are very rare.

-Humans
Although the opposing forces found themselves creating incredible weapons and super soldiers, normal humans remained the most common species found on the battle field. They are fragile and seem powerless compared to the others. Still it has happened that these weak creatures succeed in beating the odds.

-Monsters
They are the original inhabitants of the New Land. They dont cope well with technology and aren't too fond of it. Their powers range from weak abilities that can barely distinct them as a monster all the way to those that make them seem immortal. Unlike humanoids they naturally have these powers.

-Androids
To most people these soldiers seem like machines but in truth they are living creatures. They use advanced weapons, carry and wear special armor. Depending of the model of their equipment they can either be of average power and found in hundreds or a one of a kind soldier with a never before seen power.

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jupiter_hollow • 22 September 2012 at 6:57 PM

The gentle rythm of a restless heartbeat penetrated what silence a thousand grenades provided... Strange how, past the explosions around her, she could only hear the painful heaving in her chest - that one tick-tocking sound that assured her she was still alive. After every parried blow and evaded bullet, she had to stop, listen carefully for that same beat, just to make sure it hadn't stopped. Rough, cold steel gripped her hands in a freezing grip - ice against her burning flesh. Adrenaline pumped in her veins, made it impossible to concentrate on anything else, yet she still managed to stand strong against the enemy.

Among the sea of war raged men, a dark shadow whirled past the troops and grouped humanoids, ducking into the shadows and eliminating the enemy soldiers in a blur of blood, bones and flashes of a serrated blade. Metallic moon of a scythe in tanned hand, the other occupied by a silver pistol. A maniacall smile was all the soldier could see, before blood clouds his vision. The last thing he holds onto from reality, are a pair of pitless inky eyes, wide against his gaze. She smiles, lips caked with blood - not hers, and ducks behind the next helpless human, blade already halfway through his spine. The silver barrel of her gun spits out a bullet, that pierces one humanoid eye, exiting the soldier's skull through the back of his head -- a bloody sight to witness in your dying hours...

aizel • 22 September 2012 at 6:59 PM

The path of blood and screams continued to the heart of enemy humanoid troops, penetrating the center of their formation - /she/ went first, followed by her men. enerous with her smiles and raining bullets, she was their leader. Clanking of military boots - many of them, followed her battle yells and the shells she left rolling behind.
"Center!" was all they could hear of her barking voice, inbetween maniacall roars of victory. She pounced onto them, blade first, kneeding the steel in beating hearts and ran past them, leaving them a smile and a bullet goodbye.
"Center!" They obeyed, aiming for the heart of the enemy troops. It was easy, just following the well-stomped over road of dead bodies, some arms and legs laying meters from their respectful bodies, indented heads with eyes, still twitching miserably. Not that the men had any time to look around - a firm watch on the humanoids had to be kept at all times.
That's what she'd taught them - the only useful advice they'd received from her before the war. "Center!" she roared again, for a last time, as they'd almost completely penetrated the troop center already. She'd swirled around dramatically to catch a glimpse of her men following closely behind. With a smirk, she had time to turn back to her enemy, only to face a blade coming her way. The silver gun in her hand was empty already, unable to spit bullets anymore and her short blade wasn't in range to affect the humanoid.

jupiter_hollow • 22 September 2012 at 7:01 PM

Yet, her blade was raised up, automatically, to defend her exposed neck. Instead of the aimed for crimson-stained throat, steel sliced into the handle of her dagger. Blood marred the ground and she looked down, already feeling and hearing the crunching of bone being cut in half. The blade was embedded in her last finger- the pinky of her hand. The upper part of it dangled gruesomely by a small remaining bit of bone. In a moment, it fell off, rolling to the ground with a faint thump. One clank and a roar later, a louder thump echoed and the soldier's head joined that small piece of her flesh. Comically, with an even louder thump, the soldier's body tumbled down as well. His chest still heaved, fingers trembling around the bloodied blade in his hand. Dead eyes stared lifelessly up at her also dead ones...

She turned. The word center was embedded in her mind, but it was already over - they'd made it to the heart of their enemy's formation. Emotionlessly, she proceeded further into the bloodbath. She had to admit some of the humanoids were strong - she had once found herself trapped in an almost unpenetratable trap of vines, another time - almost gotten the air knocked out of her (that particular super-strenght gifted man had almost ripped her limb by limb, bu she'managed somehow). However, a glance assured her that most of them already lay in a bloody heaps on the ground. It had almost been impossible to defeat them this time -- she grunted at the thought of a loss.

aizel • 22 September 2012 at 7:13 PM

Half of the American Himanoid troops were either dead or dying. Her unit was almost done. She couldn't help but smile at the number of half-alive humanoids laying around - they'd make great hostages (not that any of them were worthy of a ransom, but could be used for information).
"Clear!" she yelled, gun pushed into a humanoid's nape. "All done." Blood exploded from said humanoid's jaw, silver bullet penetrated his skull, darting past the tissue of brain and ricocheting in the bone. The enemy troops were almost completely aniolated.
The vampiric smile had strangely vanished from her face, malting into an emotionvacant expression - half-lidded eyes watched the last standing American humanoids fall, her lips were drawn down in what seemed like a pout and arms hanged loosely off the rifle slung over her shoulders and neck. All in all, she looked... bored.

"Pack up, we're going." even her voice had lost the adrenaline pumped emotions that it had held a minute ago. Now, it was a raspy monotone sound. Her men acted quickly, loaded with the remaining alive enemy humanoids and their injured comrades. The commander herself also had a large and fairly buff man slung around her left soldier, supporting him.

onyx • 22 September 2012 at 8:03 PM

The terror and destruction which engulf the lives of thousand, perhaps even millions. The essence which drives men insane, draining the conscience and leaving a large blank, an emptiness that need be filled with the warm fresh liquid, an enemies blood. Humanity has found a way to name it, describing it in only one short word, war. It turns any land into hell. Its rules and properties change so very often.
Only a few hours ago a small troop of the Euro-Asian army?s men marched to a tranquil abandoned town. Each was confident and had long ago been ready to take lives. Their mission was to stop a hoard of monstrous creatures which once use to be humans as well.
These men all had a name and face. Now most of them lay dead now, their bodies torn up by bullets and blades.

The humanoids still ran trough the narrow streets and trough the old deteriorating buildings. They stomped over corpses and slaughtered any human which managed to survive their attack so far.

The Euro-Asian troop was wiped out in a matter of minutes.

onyx52 • 22 September 2012 at 8:23 PM

Soon the humanoids continued on with their conquest leaving the small destroyed town behind them. Deathly silence took over the area and it seemed that all life was brought to an end.
Still a human form moved trough the streets. Hardly standing on his legs, the man looked pathetic. An unconscious blood soaked body was on his back. It seemed as if he was carrying a corpse but in truth the body still had a faint pulse. Although barely, it was still alive.

These two were the only soldiers who survived and they were now, slowly making their way back to their lines.

jupiter_hollow • 22 September 2012 at 8:49 PM

@Onyx

A good half hour was spent lankily trotting past the battlefields of the defeated American city, most of the men took their precious time in completing that task, concentrating more on talking and laughing that walking. Even the once tense tanned girl that lead them, now smirked occasionally too, smoking a cigarette uncomfortably (well, when you have a large man and a rifle to carry, smoking can be a hardy task...). Her men were tired, bloodied and half dismembered, but now that things had gone according to plan, she guessed they could have some time off of the war... Aside from being able to drown in ale and smoke, she had to admit that they could also tell the most interesting stories...
"Heard what the Americans came across two weeks ago?" the man leaning on their leader roared, already laughing at his untold joke. The men around him let out a few chuckles in response that they're ready to listen further. "A pile of dead eagles, right on the fourth of july!" his raspy barks (laughter|) echoed across the field. "Our plan B falang went aboard plans and went past the trouble of finding the eagles, killing them and piling them where the americans could see them..." a smirk was plastered to his face as he told the story - the tanned girl had to admit to being interested in their american enemy's reaction... She leaned further to listen to him. "They say the Maricans were ready to [yeep] their pants." a slight chuckle escaped her at the man's reply.
-c-

aizel • 22 September 2012 at 9:13 PM

It amused her what their own armies would go past to annoy the enemy. But, truth be told, it could be concidered a nice strategy to scare the Americans.
"And you want to do the same?" she rasped out calmly, a knowing expression marking her features. Black eyes oenetrated the man's light blue ones. He nodded, smirk plastered to his face and contrasting to the tanned girl's calmness. "Would die to freak them out like that!" he roared in reply.
She chuckled quietly, a mix of tired vocals and worn out chords of noise emitted from her throat. She felt strangely trasnparent - unexistant at one breathless moment, when she felt her knees ready to buckle beneath her and her mind, ready to shut down. A quick shake of her head reawakened all senses that she'd lost grip of. Roaring laugher swam on the surface of what once was her deaf hearing. The blurry vision cleared and the smirk returned to her lips. Moments like these were rare and tended to happen at random times. As of now, she was perfectly fine but felt her firm grip of reality waggled.
To distract herself, she let her eyes wander around - at least it would be nice to look around the horizon (something she'd mentally cursed herself for not remembering to do now). Nothing particular to look at - fallen trees, charred buildings and shingles, bricks, pieces of wall scattered everywhere. Blood, bones and glass marred the ground. The setting sun illuminated only remaints, smoke ...and a sillhouette in the distance.

jupiter_hollow • 22 September 2012 at 9:18 PM

"Hold!" she roared, laughter immediatelly ceasing and all men froze dead in their tracks. Seventeen pair of eyes locked onto the sillhouette as the tanned girl proceeded in unsheathing her rifle. Her firm tanned hands left the buff man's side and with one last glance at her comrades, she darted forward, always desiring to be first ahead in trouble. As she neared the shadow, running full speed with her trusty rifle clutched in both hands, she recognized said shadow to be a person, loaded with something.

Slowing down to a slow trott, her pace halted near the stranger and trusty rifle was highered, to the stranger's eye level. It was a far range weapon, her rifle, which meant she could very much disemember the sillhouette from a good few hundred meters. "Halt, talk, don't move, who are you?" she barked out in one messy example of a scentence, making sure she had him under her barrel. Mentally, she began a backwards count from 15. If the stranger didn't answer to the count of zero, she knew better than to keep them alive...

onyx • 22 September 2012 at 9:44 PM

The man had been walking for a good deal of time. He didn't find any help and was unsure if he was still heading towards his own lines or if he had gotten lost.

The comrade he was carrying seemed to be coming closer to death. His breathing could barely be heard. The man wasn't in too good of a state either as his left arm had a deep slash through which he lost much blood. Also, it was very clear he had internal injuries as he could feel a sharp pain in his chest every time he took a breath. Both of his arms were surely broken, he could still remember the sound of his bones being shattered to bits.

He didn't have much strength so his head faced down eyes staring blankly at the ground.

Still as he heard a roaring voice, his gaze shot up to investigate the soldier in front of him. He heard the order clearly but it was no easy task responding to it.Firstly he stopped, falling to his knees soon after.

-"9 sent east" He pronounced after recognizing the soldier he faced as a comrade. He was unsure if she heard him.

The information was referring to his troop, which was sent east before being annihilated.

jupiter_hollow • 22 September 2012 at 10:24 PM

@Onyx

The young woman halted, rifle in hand as she lowered it down a bit, to look at the man over the hindsight with squinted eyes. The tense finger on the trigger loosened up and the weapon was drawn away, tucked back into her belt with one swift movement. No softening was detected in her eyes, though, as they remained as icily cold as before - she was visibly untrusty towards the man. "Clear!" she signalled to her troops, approaching the stranger rapidly, stomping hard on the ground, as if ready to pounce on him at any moment. As the distance between them went down to a few meters, she recognized the sack of potatoes on his back to be a bloodied person. Red caked them both, from head to toe. The mobile man seemed to have trouble keeping his eyes open, hence all the blood that trickled over them. The limbs of both the man and his sack of potatoes were twisted uncannily. How stupid of the man - dislocating both his shoulders to carry dead meat in addition... She frowned at him, but approached him nevertheless, motioning for the men to follow. Without further ado, the seventeen men, all loaded with injured or dragging hostages along, encircled the wounded man, not making a move to help, but not attacking either. The woman stood tall in front of him, just as bloodied as he was, but with enemy blood. One glance from her side was enough and her men knew what they should do.
"Name, Gender, Age. Who is he?" another waterfall of questions rained on the stranger.

onyx • 22 September 2012 at 10:53 PM

The man was firstly disgusted by the woman's reaction to the situation. It was natural to show no trust to an unknown soldier but the two of them were obviously unable to cause any harm. They were both beaten to the point where their lives were in danger and instead of aiding them she looked down on them with a cold glare.

The man would have gladly informed the female soldier of how he feels about her. He would probably do so by sending a few curses her way but he couldn't waste his breath now, instead he just answered the questions. Doing so as shortly and with as little effort as possible.

-Gavran,male,21- He whispered, unable to speak more loudly. He stopped for a second to silently gasp for air in between all of the three words.

dada_dragon • 23 September 2012 at 1:46 AM

Callista watched the spectacle from nearby. The firing had ceased for now, so she had dared to venture closer. She had been hoping that the Euro-Asian army would have left by now. They had finished their battle, but the arrival of the man had delayed their departure.

She was very much annoyed at this. Of course, she could start looting while the injured man held their attention, but she just couldn't risk making any sort of loud noise and causing the Euro-Asians to open fire on her, invisible or not.

It was weird standing out in the open like she was. She had never really gotten used to that feeling. There was always that unnerving feeling that they would somehow catch a glimpse of her, but as she kept reminding herself, she was invisible.

She wished she could just go looting already and get it over with, but it was too big of a risk at the moment.

@onyx @jupiter_hollow

jupiter_hollow • 23 September 2012 at 11:47 AM

@onyx @dada_dragon

She barely heard the stranger's answer. A moment of nausea passed over and to distract all attention from her waggled posture, she walked over to the man, already aware of how pathetically harmless he was. Standing there, he didn't even seem to have the strenght to stand anymore. So, in one swift tug, the woman pulled the stranger's luggage onto her shoulders instead, making sure she had a firm grip on the young looking boy (truth be told, he looked her age) and lowered him on the ground. Meanwhile, her death glower eyes were still locked onto the man.
"Who's he?" he repeated the last question from earlier. The boy was practiclly halfway dead, so he wouldn't serve any purpose of them. His identity didn't matter, neither did his age - he was meant to die like a faceless human in the sea of humanoids. But she wanted to see just who had the man dislocated his shoulder to carry. If it was someone of great importance, then maybe she would consider dragging the boy with them.

Crouching near the boy, she placed her fingers to his neck, raising an eyebrow at the hectic pacing heartbeat - he was alive... She nonchalantly plopped down in the dust, motioning for her men to approach the man - he neede help as well after all. The boy should be dead, taken how strangely his neck was twisted. His skin was caked with blood, most of which his own, that obscured any view to his wounds, but she could still detect some of the deeper gashes on his chest and stomach area.

onyx • 23 September 2012 at 12:33 PM

@jupiter_hollow

Gavran gave the woman a deathly glare as she suddenly took the wounded comrade from his hold. He observed her actions closely not trusting her to aid the boy.

He hesitated to answer her question. Judging from what he saw of her personality so far he expected she wouldn't give much effort to save a common soldier this close to death. Although in normal conditions Gavran disliked lying, this was certainly not a case where he could worry about honesty.

-"Commander of troop 9" He said, his voice still hardly heard. It was difficult to recognize that he was lying as his tone didn't change from what it was like previously.

iceyfira • 23 September 2012 at 12:49 PM

Distant was sitting in a tree, deep in the forest. Venom Blood screeched a warning, and Distant covered his ears in brace of the next explosion. After the explosion, he uncovered his ears. His hands were not enough to protect himself from the noise, so his ears were ringing. He hated this war, and wished it would stop. He decided to climb up the tree to see if the newest battle was almost over. As he climbed, Venom Blood waited patiently at the top of the tree, his head tilted as he watched Distant climb up.

dada_dragon • 24 September 2012 at 1:48 AM

Callista was getting annoyed. All that she had gained from this inconvenient delay was the origin of the pile of eagles from which she'd scavenged a little extra food.

So it had been a shot at the Americans... She had figured as much. The war was pathetic enough as it was, now they had chosen to resort to morbid pranks...

To be truthful, she was disappointed at the outcome of the battle that had just taken place. First of all, it hadn't involved the island people. They appreciated it when she brought back belongings from the dead soldiers. Or at least they seemed to. She never could tell, the way they glared at her from the doorways of their huts as the village leaders accepted whatever it was that she brought back.

She supposed she was some sort of omen of death. It wasn't totally unexpected. She did come most often when their army had lost a battle, and if she brought something belonging to a loved one, it more than likely meant they would not return.

@iceyfira @onyx @jupiter_hollow

iceyfira • 24 September 2012 at 7:02 AM

@dada_dragon @jupiter_hollow @onyx

Distant started at the wreckage of the forest, thin pillars of smoke still wisping from earlier explosions. "How... how can people destroy what they are trying to save?" He asked himself in a ghastly scarded wonder. He gazed wide- eyed at the barren land, littered with bullets and remenants of explosions. He saw some movement of the battlefield, and groaned in disguest. Birds of prey had come to feast of the decaying bodies littered everywhere. Distant had to look away, and did not notice Venom Blood start to fly off towards the bodies.

Venom Blood looked on in intrest, and started a swift flight to the bodies to scare of the birds away, to keep the carnage to himself. He landed on a particularily newly killed body, and screeched a 'back off' call to the other birds of prey. They scattered, and regrouped over another body.

jupiter_hollow • 24 September 2012 at 5:14 PM

@Onyx @Dada_dragon @Iceyfira

She nodded curtly at Gavran, meanwhile taking all of the boy's wounds into account. A head wound (a bullet seemed to have scraped his skull, dangerously near his temple). His left ear was bleeding, but not of internal damage. His eardrum was probably popped, most likely from a loud explosion. She'd noticed his slit neck before - the cut wasn't deep and there was a small amount of blood. His shoulder blade was bulking in a strange manner as if it was broken (though she wasn't sure whether it was physically possible...) and his left shoulder was visibly dislocated. The left leg had two potential broken places and the fingers of his left hand were nearly all twisted. She frowned upon sight of his chest - cuts, gashes, and a not-so-few bullet wounds marked it. Some of the bullets might have pierced his lungs and probably something else... His clothes were torn, like rags hanging pathetically off his shoulders. Shaggy brown hair dipped in his own crimson blood and body, entirely stained in red, he looked like a deadman. Truth be told, he was supposed to be one by now. the tanned woman couldn't figure out how he was still alive, but lost no time in pondering on it. Instead, she stood up, leaving the injured boy on the ground and approached a fairly hunched over soldier from her troops. The man didn't seem strong enough to fight. He was the medic, so no, he didn't participate in the war as actively as the rest.

aizel • 24 September 2012 at 5:16 PM

He was there just to barely fend for himself and help save lives on the battlefield. Stomping over to him in a hurried manner, his leader motioned owards he injured boy, clearly ordering him to go and do his job. However, the man frowned pointedly, clearly confused as to why she wanted him to deal with a deadman. The human had a ripped chest, broken limbs and a slit neck and even despite he was still breathing, there was no way he would survive, especially after the medic's procedure.

Frowning at the hunched soldier, leader automatically fixed him with a stern icy look, making him jolt from his place and trott over to the boy. Crouching by his side, the medic furrowed brows - the situation was even more hopeless than he'd imagined... The human was bleeding from his [yeep] ears - it was a clear sign of internal bleeding or some other injury. And even if nothing was damaged inside of his body (which he highly doubted, taken one of his broken ribs was ready to break skin ad stick out of his chest), he still would probably fail to survive the healing process. With humanoids, it was easy, because their enhanced endurance helped made for lesser injuries and therefore, less painful healing. With humans and their easily breakeable bodies, it was completely different...

Taking a deep breath, the medic placed both his hands atop one another and pressed down to the boy's chest, where the wounds were most concentrated, closing his eyes. He didn't believe the boy would make it...

jupiter_hollow • 24 September 2012 at 5:17 PM

Nearby were gathered the tanned woman's men, all watching in anticipation. If the boy had managed to survive all those injuries, they wondered if he would survive the medic's healing. Their leader stood in the very front, hands crossed in front of her chest and pitless abysses, watching the work intensely. At one time, she would snake glances from Gavran. He seemed overly worried for some reason. Not that she would blame him - he had suffered a terrifying humanoid attack. The thing was, she hated flustered people with a passion. People, afraid of dying on the battlefield, even though they knew they'd die anyway. Drawing her gaze away from his bloodied, form, she fixed it back to her medic.

Said man still had his hands on the boy's chest, trying to concentrate. Nothing seemed to be happening up until now, when a slight buzzing was emmited from the man's hands, as a tazor would sound. Blood gushed quickly from the boy's chest, pooling on the ground. Soon, the medic was knee deep in blood. A little anticipated, leader stepped closer, curous on whether the boy was dying. however, one mere second later, the blood started retracting back in his body. In a while, the buzzing stopped and the medic opened his eyes, slipping both his hands away to reveal an odd sight. all trace of blood and bruises was gone from the once ripped red chest. It wasn't a movie scene where light would glow from the healer's hands, but it was shocking nonetheless...

iceyfira • 24 September 2012 at 5:35 PM

@jupiter_hollow

Distant looked at Venom Bloos eating the carnage, and shivered. From here, he had a good view of the camps surrounding the forests. He wanted to get rid of them, but he hated fighting and blood. "Well, I better get used to it. Its gonna be around for a long time..." he murmered sady, and sighed. He looked intently at a camp that was in a flurry of movement. He started leaping in the trees to get a closer look.

Distant was a few yards away from the camp, and peered into the camp. He groaned in disguest at the putrid smell pretty much radiating from the camp. He glanced around the camp some more, and spotted a few people crowding a bloody, red, pulp of a ripped up body. He covered hs eyes, and checked his pack. "Lure for bleeding, Yegrow for broken bones..." he found a few more medicine plants in the pack, and glanced up at the camp again. He took ot his other supplies a threw the pack into the middle of the crowded people, and ran as fast as he could back into the woods.

onyx • 24 September 2012 at 7:10 PM

@iceyfira @jupiter_hollow

Feeling a bit useless at the moment, Gavran only watched the procedure. His slightly frightened face changed a few times into an expression of anger mixed with sorrow as the ?doctor?s? methods seemed very painful. It happened at a moment that he came close to yelling out at him, thinking his treatment was only putting the boy in a worse condition. It was obvious that the healer was a humanoid and that was, after the attack he had suffered, enough of a reason for Gavran not to trust him.

After some time the method of healing was showing positive results. The man could finally relax a bit, but just as he did the pain caused by his own injuries struck him. He tried to ignore it as his own bleeds and fractures were not yet a priority. His vision became dim from time to time and his broken body felt heavy. A wish to let his mind drift off and the horrible pain fade away emerged. Gavran probably couldn?t consciously choose weather to give into this wish or not.

onyx52 • 24 September 2012 at 7:10 PM

Still as a metal container hit the ground producing a rather loud noise, he was snapped back to his senses and quickly turned to see if anything potentially dangerous was in sight. He noticed the boy run off back into the forest but couldn?t see him clearly from the plants and also thanks to the distance between the two.

In war, a person not from the same army as you was never expected to throw anything helpful at you, actually it was much more natural to see something that could potentially blow you to bits flying your way. This logic caused Gavran to automatically view the boy as suspicious.

He believed he was able to charge after the stranger into the woods, but his beliefs were proven wrong after he took only a few steps and crashed down flat on the ground. Unfortunately, as his arms were broken, he ended up landing very roughly and couldn?t help but cry out slightly because of the pain taking over him once more as his torn up body hit the hard surface. Also thanks to the condition his arms were in he couldn?t bring himself up once he was down.

jupiter_hollow • 24 September 2012 at 7:20 PM

@onyx @iceyfira

Head snapping to the sound at the sound of steel clashing on the ground, the tanned woman caught glance of the unknown boy running away. She winced, from the loud clang of the item. Had her rifle been unseathed, he would have been dead right now. There was a possibility, a rather large one, that the package was full of either an explosive or some probably sedative devices... Acting quickly, she unsheathed one of her Baby Desert Eagle Guns and aimed for the bag. One bullet was enough to set off the explosive or sedative devices. The silver bullet cleanly pierced the object, but nothing happened. Automatically, she considered it safe.

And as if on queue, another clash rung in her ears, making her wince again. Loud noises were painful... She turned, grunting in annoyance at the sight of wonderman rolling in the dust and almost whaling in pain. How desperate to die was he? Automatically flashing him a frown, she approached him, at first pondering on whether to leave him on the dusty ground so he could learn not to try to run with broken legs, or helping him up. with the latter way, the ma would learn nothing at all, so she only crouched down by his side, looking at him pointedly. "How dumb are you?" she asked, raising an eyebrow. She clicked her tongue in experation. Meanwhile, four of her men already charged after the stranger in full speed.

iceyfira • 24 September 2012 at 7:26 PM

@jupiter_hollow @onyx

Distant was running at full speed, using his powers to run straight throught the forest without having to cange direction. He glanced behind him, and saw four men running after him. "HO-" He wasnt even to finish a word. He had crashed into a boulder, and fell backwards. "Ow..." he moaned, and got unsteadely to his feet. He heard the loud crashing through the trees, and started a slow climb up the tree he slammed into.