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Oh thank goodness, they managed to get Gabby!
Karl sighed with relief, allowing the ladies to deal with the and then looked to Cyriann and Martijn as they discussed the plan to ambush these things and complete the task, following with them whilst the others dealt with Gabby. "I can deal with some of these creatures, I got the claws for it anyway." he assured, extending out and then sheathing back into his infected hands. "Once we launch this ambush, we keep moving and use those guerrilla tactics like that Rambo guy used to do." he suggested, quickly moving towards the clock tower so he could set up the trap as best as he could with his own radio and tuning it to the channel that they'd use to perform this ambush.
"Tune it to channel ten Cyriann." he requested. -
The art is beautiful but...
Isn't Palladino already dressed in Red...because she's part of the Red Veil? -
On 2020-03-29 at 6:58 PM, DaMadReaper said:
Alexei couldn’t help but muse to himself as he watched the group hash out their plan of action. A ragtag band of adults, a small child, and one conspicuously avoidant addition to an already formed group… The questionability of the setup hadn’t escaped him. A small, nagging part worried that he had just signed someone’s death warrant, only to be forcibly stuffed into a corner by the reminder that he had warned them to only go as far as they felt comfortable. A quiet scoff exited his lips at the flimsy justification. Nevertheless, they seemed… more or less ready to go.
Under his breath, he muttered a quiet prayer, before leading them to the entrance of the training field.
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They walked in a group, Alexei keeping up a light conversation to stave off the nerves that seemed to have gripped him alongside the newcomers. Step by step, as they ventured further from the commercial district that the Homefront had been located in, the modern-seeming shops gave way to houses, built so many years ago, protected by the city’s council as signs of their heritage. Bit by bit, the planned growth of parallel streets and regulation-sized roads shifted in tone, the paths turning brick, sprawling in this direction and that, as if all vying to escape each other at odd angles. By the time they reached the chain link fence that signified the entrance to the training area, most of the Infected were fairly sure they wouldn’t be able to find their way back, even in broad daylight.
Still, they had come here for a reason, the black tarp that removed any visibility from the other side of the barrier a stark reminder that it was time to take this all seriously. With one last reminder of their mission parameters, the group were shooed inside, gate slammed shut behind them.
Immediately, their minds would kick into high gear. The closing of the gate had been loud, most likely intentionally so. They had precious little time to think before they would be forced to act. Amidst rows of samey houses and streets branching off like fractals, few landmarks stood out but the massive clocktower whose face loomed over them, standing at the center of the fenced off area.
The hour was upon them. It was time to work.
After grabbing two walkie talkies to use as bait, Karl entered the training zone and began looking at the perimeter around him as best as he could, thinking on where to create this trap of theirs or how to use the environment around them to their advantage. He knew they'd have to work together despite one person disliking him and the others having neutral opinions about him. He started by pulling his gloves off to let his claws come out then rolled his sleeves up to make sure they didn't get damaged by their targets. Of course, as he was rolling his sleeves up, he noted that Gabby was already running off.
"No! wait! Gabby! We need to stick-" but she was already off. "-together..." he finished pathetically. He then turned to the others "We should get the trap set up as fast as we can." he advised, not wanting to instruct or order like he used to. -
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7 hours ago, 404Cygni said:
There's not much more to say as i follow the group to breakfast. Gabby sure is fast. Was I this active when I was a tyke?
The food is good. Filling, too. People smile and share a moment together. My plate quickly fills itself with food, both because I'm still hungry from yesterday and because something tells me I'm going to need the energy. And that feeling quickly proves itself to be true.
Hearing the tactical options offered, they sound feasible, but risky. I don't like the idea of risking someone as bait, but what else to...Oh. Of course!
"Cyriann, was it? I'll help with the frontlines. I have a shield to take hits, a weapon I'm familiar with and some close quarter training. Regarding bait...I don't think we should risk someone. Or this man's cat. If these creatures act somewhat like book and movie zombies...A persistent sound or smell should be able to bait them, yes? Then, we set an ambush, get rid of those we found, and move. Rinse anf repeat. What do you people think? A simple radio may do the trick."5 hours ago, Spikey844 said:Gabby.... probably shouldn't have been there honestly. She was only a child after all. Even as she tucked into breakfast with everyone chatting around and the clattering of cutlery. The food on her plate lasted all of two minutes before being devoured. Her cat ears had been constantly twitch as they took in sounds around them. It was weird honestly, essentially hearing from two different points. It was more noticeable if she concentrated on it, but her new hearing was definitely more sensitive than her human ears.
Guess it made sense honestly.
She followed after the group, quietly, slinking behind them when they went to the Operator briefing. Well, she tried to be sneaky anyway. She was wearing boots after all.
At first she kept quiet as a plan began to be discussed. Then the question of being bait came up.
"I could do." The words were blurted out. Gabby almost surprised herself with the words, but she rallied and quickly forged on. "I'm small, and fast, and I have claws so I can fight them off if needed. I think my new ears gave me better hearing too, so I'll be able to hear them coming." Her face was set in a defiant but eager expression. Convincing her to not come would be.... tricky.
Admittedly, Agnes' plan for a radio sounded a lot safer and then came a few words he didn't expect to here, especially from Gabby.
Staring at Gabby, Karl's eyes had grown in width by twofold and his face had become a lot paler in terms of complexion. Maybe it wasn't the best idea to have a TEN YEAR OLD GIRL WITH CAT EARS be bait for potentially dangerous creatures. He immediately turned to Agnes with a nod "Radio, absolutely. Good idea Doctor! The Anchor of this misfitting band." he answered with a thumbs up before he looked over to where Dino was then looked back to Gabby and Cyriann, quickly doing the sign of the cross and almost wanting to die at this point for even suggesting Someone should do it and not something.
The old Karl would've done it with no question but that Karl was dead and he didn't want any more blood on his hands. -
6 hours ago, DaMadReaper said:
By the time the group had all cleaned themselves up and prepared for breakfast, they would notice that the cafeteria had filled around them. Oddly enough, however, the table that they had chosen to sit at the night before had been left empty, the same number of chairs surrounding it. As they closed in on the crowd, many would note that with time, much of the novelty of the newcomers’ appearance had faded, and that with the perspective of a night’s sleep, many had dismissed them as yet another patch in the fabric of the community.
Once they had all settled in, a scene similar to the night before would play out again. Alexei, with his overbearing force of presence, reminding all in attendance that Operator initiation would be taking place just after breakfast that day, and a number of other, significantly less interesting announcements, such as updates on policy regarding animals, and plans for organising self-defense classes. With yet another warning to keep a close eye on the children in light of recent events, the man would take his own seat, allowing for breakfast to be served.
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Much like dinner, breakfast had been a loud, energetic affair. The sound of cutlery scraping lightly against plates interspersed bouts of quiet conversation that layered to create a cacophony of noise. Still, there was some measure of comfort to be found in how people always managed to find the time to smile, even when the situation was as rough as it had been.
As with all things, however, it had come to an end, and the newcomers had found themselves standing outside of the Homefront’s gate, awaiting further instruction. Looking around, they would see that aside from their own group of misfits, only a single other candidate was present, the woman who Gabby had blurted an introduction to earlier in the day. She stood a few steps away from the group, showing little interest in seeking further interaction.
Before any could make inroads to change that, they would be interrupted by Alexei, half-jogging his way out of the building, seeming as if every part of him had been dragged one direction or another, pulling at his metaphorical seams. Nevertheless, it took him only a second to shift tones, adopting his usual stance of authority before looking over all those present.
”I have to say, I’m… disappointed in the turnout.”
Lightly pursing his lips, the horned man appraised each member, holding his gaze on Gabby for longer than any of the others.
”Well… It seems that you all will have to do. I don’t mean to come off as unappreciative, but our needs have far outweighed what we can supply for some time, and the additional hands would have been great, but… that just means more opportunities for you, eh?”
The man looked around with a half-smile, hoping his attempt at humor would catch on, but eventually dropped it, moving on to more serious matters.
”Now, on to business. Before we can send you into the field, we need to test your abilities, see what you’re capable of, and what we can trust you to accomplish. To that end, we’ve set up something of a… training course. A cordoned off block of the city, culled to maintain a suitable difficulty of Infected. Your task is to enter the area, and to retrieve a small cache of supplies being held by the area’s pack leader, for lack of a better term.”
Reaching over to the map, Alexei produces a marker from his pocket, drawing a thick black square around a grouping of houses, tight alleys and paths leading between them like veins, all centred around the heart, a clocktower in the centre of it all.
”You will have an hour to plan, and will be provided with minor resources that you request. Inform me when your preparations are complete.”
With that, he steps back, allowing the candidates some time to get to know each other, and to consider their plan of approach.
Breakfast was nothing special, same slop, same taste, same crowd.
Though the table they sat at was the same, clear and awaiting them with nobody wanting to even touch or approach their table, Karl stayed quiet for most of the time but he did pipe up about one thing that was on his mind as he saw Gabby "Are those cat ears?" he asked with a bewildered look. Maybe the Technocyte worked in strange ways than he expected. He then noted one woman amongst the group that seemingly had some...familiarity in terms of smell.
Then came the Operator training course where they had an hour to plan before they were deemed operators, he stared at the map before he squinted. He then looked to the others and then looked back to the others. "Someone should act as bait to distract the main pack whilst the others pick them off one by one until the leader comes out." he suggested as a plan of action before he listened for anyone made their own ideas. -
On 2020-03-02 at 4:50 PM, DaMadReaper said:
With the last of the encounters for the night wrapped up, the moon rides high, dancing through the sea of stars, ever so ignorant of those that lay beneath it. One by one, as the day’s tensions begin to seep from their bodies, the group of infected feel the irresistible embrace of sleep beckoning them closer. A fly trap, its sweet smell lulling all into a false sense of security, before snapping its jaws shut. That night, they would sleep like the dead, not a single sound, no obligation drawing them out of the maelstrom of dreams that bombarded their minds.
As the cover of night gives way to the light of early morning, so would the mysterious slumber that had befallen them all. One by one, they would snap to full, jarring awareness in the order in which they had slept. However, what their freshly awakened minds would be faced with was not what they had fallen asleep with. It seemed that while they had been out, their scars had begun branching out, for lack of a better description. Like some creature, the metal would have lashed out, expanding in bursts out from its origin, tugging at all it surrounded as a hungry animal might.
Before they could fully come to grips with the implications of their forced slumber, however, the morning bell would ring out through the compound, signalling the beginning of the morning assembly and the serving of breakfast.
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Some number of rooms down, a woman had slept restlessly. Further along than the rest of the group, she had already weathered the worst of the early changes, her scars no longer fresh, the beast having stopped vying for fresh ground for some few days. While the rest of the group had been pressed into a subdued state, she had experienced much the opposite.
That night, her scars had endlessly pulled away, as if seeking to escape her body, as if some unknown destination awaited them. Tremors of pain had rolled through her very being with no way to soothe them, an addict in the throes of a withdrawal they couldn’t have known was occurring.
By the time the morning bells had been struck, she was more than ready to get back on her feet if only to occupy her mind some.
Something in his body started to shift, the blood in his veins started to boil and Karl began to wake up though a loud and heavy cough that sounded like his lungs were about to come out of his chest once more, as soon as the cough passed, his eyrs ope ed slowly to the sight of something that was gnawing on his boot.
A rat, a furry, stinking rat that decided to gnaw on his boot when he was asleep. In a fit of rage, Karl grabbed and sank his metallic fangs this avatar of pestilence, drinking it's blood down to the last drop with a sickening slurping sound. As soon as it was empty, hee tossed the rat aside and slowly got onto his feet, the cough subsiding and he generally started to feel...better, stronger. He tightness in his chest had started to subside and he took a very deep breath in his lungs before he exhaled. Something about that rat felt...rejuvenative in some way. He slowly stood up and made his way out, wandering towards the exit then down to the slop kitchens where dinner would be served.
Hopefully something good...actually, anything would taste good at this point. -
45 minutes ago, DaMadReaper said:
The man listens to each tell the tales of their personal motivations, ranging from the pain of past guilt weighing them down to a simple need to better understand their current circumstances. It never ceased to amaze him how so many different backgrounds could converge into a single path in times of great need. The time for idle thought would come later, however, as there were more pressing matters to deal with at the moment. Suppressing a sigh, he drags his exhausted mind back to the present, silencing its agonised screeches as he cracked a trained smile.
"Ah, I didn't realise that we hadn't been properly introduced yet. With how many faces come and go every day, it becomes rather hard to remember the exact who's who of the base. Nevertheless, it is good to make your acquaintance. You can call me Alexei."
Though unflinching in the face of Karl's intense passion and Martijn's rather unconcerned attitude, the smile fades away after a few seconds, giving way to the look of a man deprived of rest for days at a time.
"While I cannot guarantee that you will find all that you're looking for, I can tell you that should you choose to contribute, we will put forward what meagre resources we can. Admittedly, I would have liked to confirm your capabilities before I allow you anywhere near the infected beasts outside, times have been less than ideal, and the recent departures have left us somewhat short of capable operators."
A hint of the inner turmoil raging within him peeks out through the tension of his face, betraying that there is more to this particular story. Before it could be brought up, however, he continues.
"That said, the night patrols have already departed for their first rounds, and I'm not quite crazy enough to throw you to the metaphorical and literal wolves in the middle of the night. I will be meeting with the other candidates tomorrow morning, shortly after breakfast. Until then, perhaps some rest is in order," he offers, the excessive dragging of the end and the slight tinge of hope hinting at what he wanted of them. He takes a second to consider any last remarks, before snapping his fingers at a realisation.
"Ah, before I forget, Martijn. I suggest that you wait some time before thinking about the training of your... companion. You may find that your body has many more tricks up its sleeve already."
Tomorrow.
Tomorrow he will prove himself, tomorrow he'll show he's capable, tomorrow he'll be on some kind of path to redemption. Tomorrow...tomorrow...to-
Karl shook himself out of his daze and held his head, outwardly he was tired and daydreaming, wobbling slightly again inwardly...tomorrow couldn't wait, tomorrow couldn't be any later for him. He looked to Alexei, contemplating giving his real name before he finally just decided to answer as honest as he can "My name is Karl Zakharov." he answered in his native language then proceeded to take his leave, his movements still somewhat sluggish with his tiredness still creeping on him. Maybe it was time to get some sleep.
He wandered towards the general quarters for a free bed to lay down on, collapsing in that filthy smelling outfit of his that he just couldn't get out of sooner, curling up into a fetallic ball of misery and anguish, preparing for what would undoubtedly be a long day tomorrow... -
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How is this an RP? It feels more akin to a fanzone project rather than an RP.
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3 hours ago, DaMadReaper said:
For a few moments after the CEO had interrupted, everything in the room seemed to be frozen in their tracks. Yeva, the bat-woman, and the still unnamed leader stared each other down, the intensity between the two being like a pair of animals, a half second away from going for each other's throats. Eventually, however, they broke off, with Yeva backing off of the table housing an annotated map of the city and heading for the door. One glance backwards just after she'd passed the trio by, and she disappeared, stalking off without a single sound.
Their attention would be drawn back by the escaping of a soft sigh. Still hunched over the same table, the man gave them a weak smile, looking each of them up and down, one by one. By now, it had been nearly a full minute since any words had been spoken, and a certain restlessness had begun to take hold."I'm sorry you had to see that. We weren't expecting any to find their way here so soon after the announcement," he stated simply, the inflection flat, as if he was far too worn out to inject any more energy. His roaming gaze now shifted to the features of each of the trio, he continued.
"Not many are so enthusiastic to place their lives on the line like that. Is it altruism? Honor? Or simple overconfidence?"
"Redemption."
Karl wandered over to the man, his eyes filled with despair and grief. "I've spent a life living like a fool, doing nothing to help this city and lining my own pockets with rubles. When the infection came, I locked myself away in a panic room like a coward." he explained in Lasiran with rising volume in his voice as he rested his hands on the table. It was starting to feel like a confessional in a church now "I've lied to my colleagues, ruined my wives, my children and my employee's lives and made myself a monster because of greed, Now I've got nothing left to give except my own blood, sweat, tears and the damn nightmares that keep me up at night!" Karl then took a moment to calm himself down before he put his head in his hands before he stood up straight and breathed a few times.
"I want to give back to the community I've ignored. I want to prove somebody wrong. I'm not a monster, not anymore" he begged to the leader of the settlement. -
On 2020-01-15 at 5:11 PM, DaMadReaper said:
With the group settling into a state of uneasy normalcy, three of their number chose to break off from the idle conversation, seeking to pursue some final activities before the time for bed hit, and with the layered whispers of the crowd compounding to a mass of noise, their disappearance wouldn't so much as raise an eyebrow. Karl and Martijn, seeking the bat-woman and the as of yet unnamed leader of the Homefront, would find themselves receiving little more than a passing glance from the guards that had originally barred the stairway to the third and final floor. As they ascend, they would find it rather... underwhelming. Much like the first two floors, it very clearly still resembles a stripped down mall, with signs for shops still hung up, and the majority of their interior decoration intact. The one major difference they would note, however, would be the state of the largest store.
Stood directly opposite the stairwell, what seemed to be a former electronics store was the only one with the display blacked out with spray paint, such that not a single inch of the interior could be viewed from the outside. Quiet voices could be heard, but not quite discerned. As they got closer, however, they would suddenly get much louder, the tension in the room rocketing along with the volume of their conversation.
"I know what you saw, Yeva, but that does not change my stance. The people are frayed enough as it is."
The second voice, identifiable as the Homefront's leader, seemed not to have noticed their presence yet.
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Elsewhere, Agnes has submitted herself to a state of suffering unbeknownst to the majority of mankind: overly critical fashionistas. Said fiend had already retired to her den of cruelty by the time the others had wrapped up their conversations, seemingly not interested in spending any more time away from there than absolutely necessary. It was quite sad, to be honest. The Frenchwoman's fate had been sealed the moment her gaze had locked with those twinkling eyes, and the magic words had been spoken...
"I think I have just the outfit for you..."
Yelling voices, arguments of what to do, all so familiar to Karl who had those same arguments and overturned them just as quickly.
The once rich Lasiran CEO, now turned into a survivor with potentially a lot of hate against him; raised his hand and slapped on whatever material there was that would give the most noise to his location, a piece of sheet metal, a hollow wall, something that would give them pause for him to speak his piece. His face spoke of one who had suffered his share of nightmares, who's nerves had been so frayed, his sense of touch was gone beyond hope of repair. "I want to be an Operator." he answered to the duo, speaking in Lasiran with a voice that cracked now and then.
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1 hour ago, Denny2669 said:
"We? You can go look for coins under other people's tables for all I care." Dino voiced. Maybe he was trying to avoid her, but he still was in her presence, and she'll make sure he's aware of his position at all times. She will not associate herself with this corporate degenerate. That's enough about him though, the subject at hand does seem important, and that other guy - Martjin was his name? - already expressed himself on it. Might as well join.
"I'm a fully qualified architect, and this place is in bad shape. I'm gonna see if they have any need for reconstruction experts."
Unfortunately, Dino may be on thin ice with Karl as he stared at the woman with the floating arms and clenched the fork in his gloved hand. Inwardly, he knew all the hate was justified but he was suffering enough with the reality check. He didn't need Dino mocking him for his past actions. he just faced but he remained outwardly calm and didn't raise his voice.
"Fine. Whilst the Architect works to make this place function better, I'll be out there. Putting my neck out there instead of being cooped up like a hermit." he stated though gritted teeth as he slowly started to stand up and prepare to make his way to find the woman who could make him an Operator but he stopped, turned around and stared at Dino, gripping the table across from her, locking eyes with her. "You may hate me for all I've done and I can't apologise enough for my actions but I will not stay here like an abused animal and keep looking back." he hissed at the Architect before he started to make his way to the boss of this Homefront, to see about doing some work that would make him useful to this outpost.
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It took a while as Karl got to the mess room and sat down to await something to eat, sitting down at a table where the rest of his makeshift party were, including that woman, Dino. He waited for the meats and vegetables was handed out and he got into his meal, tucking in as he tried to not show his hands or the holes in his gloves that allowed his claws to show. He ate away as much as he could of what counted as food here, not caring for quality, it was just nice to eat something after a long time starving, eating like a man insane. Eventually, he ate everything to the last spoonful and rested on the table.
He knew it was going to be a long day but he didn't care. It was the best meal he had in ages.
It didn't feel quite as good as what he drank from that Hyena he bit into but it was better than nothing, he grabbed his drink of what he assumed was water and drank it down to wash the food down a bit better before he looked to the others and sigh. "So...what do we do now?" he asked, not looking to Dino at the moment, he knew that conversation would come up later. -
The sweet feeling of sleep was something Karl went into easily.
Unfortunately, it wouldn't be a good night.
He woke up in the panic room he had in his building, dressed in the tattered suit that was clawed in, the corridors were dark and empty with little to go for but eventually, he went into the boardroom. He stared at the men and women in suits, their faces and hands shadowy with glowing hands, they all charged for him, cursing at him in Lasiran. He did his best to run from the shadowy wave of souls cursing his name, their lives ruined and their futures shattered. He witnessed thousands of children swarming for him as well. He turned to a lone corridor and there felt a gunshot rip though his chest...
That's when he woke up, screaming and clasping his chest. The gunshot felt so real in his mind and so did the shot that rip into his flesh. He looked around in a state of paranoia, panting hard and clasping his head and rocking back and forth in a fetal position. For a single moment, he started to cry in wailing sadness. What the hell had he done?
Eventually, the time for tears passed after a good ten minutes before he got onto his feet and proceeded to the dining room, his eyes still red and his cheeks stained with tears. He still smelt like [Insert word that rhymes with grit] he'll have to ask for clean clothes afterwards. -
On 2019-11-22 at 3:44 PM, DaMadReaper said:
Three groups of Tenno, with three destinations in mind, each with a different priority in mind. The day had been long, hard. Not a single moment of rest had been afforded to them as their lives were nearly snuffed out time and time again. But... for now, at the very least, they seemed to be safe. In this case, safe meant Spartan, run down, and... drab, but without any creatures threatening to consume their flesh.
The first of the group to reach their destination would be the ones headed to the rooms, strolling past a number of red stickers, each with varying amounts of sound emerging from them. Little snippets of conversations, some shuffling, some training, and even a few sounds that were not fit for the ears of the child. Nevertheless, somewhere towards the end of the hall, they would find a cluster of rooms left green, doors left half-open for any who wished to enter. Inside, they would find a repurposed store, barren of all decoration, with only four beds and their associated drawers being left to give the place any details. It seemed that this would have to suffice...
Some distance further on, Dino would find the women's bathroom, only to be greeted by... an unusual sight. As expected there were bathroom stalls, but in place of the barebones metal sinks that normally lined public bathrooms, there were... metal separators, creating small cubicles, where jury-rigged showers were created by growing (???) metal pipes to extend off of the sink, extending the path that the water would travel to allow most people to wash themselves while only needing to stoop down a bit. However, it made washing your hands... slightly problematic. Perhaps they were expected to use the showerhead?
Oh how he longed for the day when he could sleep and take a shower.
Ignoring the strange setup in the men's dormitories, Karl proceeded to the bathrooms, strip off his clothes, grabbing the showerhead and turned on the water. The water no doubt would be cold but at least he could get himself clean. he parked his clothes to the side so they wouldn't get wet and he cleaned himself as best he could with what soap was around, cleaning the crap off his hands and wiping his legs down to try and relax his muscles.
Eventually, he dried himself off with a nearby rag, got his clothes back on then wandered over to a nearby bunk where he could collapse on. He curled himself up in a fetal position and held himself pretty tightly whilst he tried to ignore the uncomfortable mattress. -
11 minutes ago, kyrozon said:
Food, that was a... strange prospect to have again. He had scavenged bits and pieces here, and he had seen Maya devour a rat or rodent a few times, but he never really had felt hungry despite all that. Maybe it was the adrenaline of the last few days that finally wore off to reveal that nagging feeling in his stomach again. He didn't like the idea of having to wait a hour more until they could get something to eat, but at the same time. He still reeked of the sewer, and he wanted to have some cloth bundle to wrap Maya in too. Not everyone might appreciate a metallic creature roaming around. Not that the cat can roam far.
Gabby rambling about chocolate didn't help lessen his appetite. "I'm sure they'll have something sweet for you." He chimes out. First things first, a shower.
"Anyone want to tag along to those rooms they talked about?"Please let me tag along. I am desperate for some sleep." Karl stated with pleading eyes to Martijn .
He coughed once then started to shift the Doctor he was still holding, wincing as he tried his best not to show his teeth or his fangs. He started to figure out a plan in his head whilst he watched the American head for the armoury. That was expected to see with Americans, always go for the weapons first before getting some rest and freshen up. Karl himself needed a haircut, a shave and a good washm, the sewer stuck to his clothes like a piece of toilet paper on the bottom of someone's shoe.
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Well that was fortunate.
Karl nodded slowly then looked to the others "I don't know about the rest of you but I could use something to eat and maybe a shower." He stated, he hadn't had a shower or eaten anything in quite a while though he didn't know is he was hungry for food or for blood. It was a strange time for him, his infection made it impossible to tell.
Either way, it seemed like a good deal. Help the Homefront, get a bed to sleep in.
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Following on whilst Karl kept the doctor upright, the rich boy just kept quiet and didn't say a word.
He didn't have a lot to say in that time as talking would probably just annoy people, he just worked his arse to keep Agnes up but then, a settlement! And fresh air! He sighed with relief though he had to consider if he wanted to be a coward or face his problems like a man. Learning that Karl Zakharov was alive would mean that there would be a lot of people who may want to kill him but it would just be worse if they found out later.
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18 minutes ago, Denny2669 said:
For the majority of the encounter, with everybody flooding the silent stranger with questions, Dino kept a bit of a lookout. The paths forward and back were dark, but looking their way would still give you a second more to react to whatever might crawl out. However, she wasn't that concerned. Her eyes were observing the better lit walls of the sever, observing the structural integrity. It's old, but appears to be competent work. Nothing short of a bombardment should should bring it down, at least in this part. But she's aware of the variety in architecture within Lasria, so this Saint's square might've just been a lucky one.
Then the rich boy started talking again, and she turned to see him holding the tired shield girl, saying he's all better now. She frowned.
"Great, and now we have a tired medic. How about some good news next time?"
"I'll keep her safe then until she's awake" he retrorted to Dino.
He didn't feel like arguing nor did he feel like defending himself. He couldn't defend himself anyway when it came to his actions in the past. All the drugs, all the one night stands, all the illicit buisness practices and life ruining sackings. Today was a day of survival, not yelling or shouting about past wrongs.
He started to shift Agnes's weight onto him a bit more to get a bit more comfortable.
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3 minutes ago, 404Cygni said:
Feeling Karl's hand in mine, I letpower well from within as I just know needs to be done and start feeling...
A body, hurt and damaged. It's funny how immense it feels treating a body like that. Karl's heartbeat resonates in my ears, his erratic breath is like some loud background noise. I can feel everything and I feel my breath hitch a bit in sympathy;
Oh Karl...
I start with minor things. The little aches of daily life. Small muscular lesions from doing movements wrong or overexerting yourself. Not too many of those, looks like he mostly lived a peaceful, cushy life until recently.
What is obviously my patient's infection wound is the next thing I notice, but I just know I can't treat it, and it breaks my heart because it looks painful but... Not only are scars overall out of my reach, at least for now, but I'm fairly sure infection scars are something else, something I likely never will be able to take care of.
We are pariahs, and this is our mark.
Next come the remains of...How many STDs? Just *how* was this man alive, apart from these things apparently deciding to wage some sort of biohazard civil war? I cleanse everything.
Far away, in the distance, i can feel my own obdy starting to sweat heavily.
I'm not done yet.
Dopamine pathways are completely cluttered and I have to clean everything with caution. How long was this man just stuck, unable to feel any happiness? Some sort of drug withdrawal is my best bet, but mostly it's none of my business, though I have to take note.
For his sake and in the name of the example given to the little one going with us, this shet is *not* going to happen again.
Everything's getting cold. Should I just call it a-Oh god. Those lungs. I absolutely cannot call it a day.
My breath's getting a bit difficult, I feel woozy.
But. My. Job. Isn't; Done.
Lung damage takes more time to deal with. No wonder this man had so much trouble.It's all close to charcoal black, with some zones close to emphysema, and part of the lowest lobe of the right lung outright starting to collapse. In the end it's about good as new; I should take a look at the trachea...
Is it me or is everything going black?
As I get myself from the ground, I realize yes, I blacked out, if only for a second. I'm pretty close to Karl, and I should get up but...My arms feel so heavy right now.
" 'm sorry...Couldn't do more right now. Can we book...Appointment...Later?"
Okay, so one : my fancy not-zombie powers don't run on another source of energy as the rest of my body. Two, I'm completely out of juice. Three, the grounds seems really comfortable right now. Also my everything hurts; Let's hope I'll get better at patching people with time..
Karl felt strange.
He felt every damaged part of him slowly start to knit and become better, he felt his lungs become better, he felt something below become smoother and he felt...better, healthier and perhaps a bit happier? maybe even younger? He grabs onto the fallen woman, latching onto her arms as she starts to collapse. He looks her over for a bit then helps her up, wrapping one of her arms over his shoulder and grabbing onto her side to hold her up. "Of course." he answered before he looks over to the young girl then to the others
"I think I'm better now." he answered, still somewhat horse but his voice seems to have improved, including his breathing. At least he's not coughing anymore.
Fanfic Original por Srasec
in Role Playing
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Acho que você está no sub-fórum errado, meu amigo. Este é o Subforum de interpretação
PS. Desculpas por qualquer erro, tive que usar o Google Tradutor para digitar isso.