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Post by ➳Gʀʏρнοп🌠 on Aug 19, 2016 3:15:34 GMT -5
[ I see it what is going on it's two over here am I too sleepy is it my pain meds omg ]
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Post by ➳Gʀʏρнοп🌠 on Aug 19, 2016 4:17:29 GMT -5
[ I'm so tired g'night world this post probably makes no sense oh geez ]
Jaime appreciated this unusual ragtag of a gang, and especially rifleman at the very moment, Armise, because even with that jacket bringing painful flashbacks and the rifle causing his insides to twist, the guy was in the same boat as him and everyone else it seemed; so none of that crud mattered in that moment. And the sudden way he was offering to help everyone make it to the Fort, how he confidently told the young Connie she was going with, not dying alone while walking through the waste, almost made him laugh at the weirdness of it all. But listening to Armise speak directly to him, talking about how it was fine takin' what he needed to survive, that the law was long gone once inside the wastelands. Jaime knew he meant well, but the memory of removing the mask from a corpse, a woman who probably wasn't much older than him, but just as mutated, lay shot and killed, left in the dry heat of the desert waste. Sure, it wasn't borrowing being she didn't need it anymore, but he sure felt like he had stolen from her nonetheless, dead or alive. But Armise was right, there was no judgement among the group when it came taking what you needed, and being that the person wasn't alive to begin with, Jaime supposed his morals weren't entirely off-- The blaring sound of an alarm made Jaime cringe, shrink into himself as he pressed his palms into his ears and squeezed his eyes closed. His skin began to crawl and ache and he was about to let out a gurgled yell. "Whoa! Whoa!!- Hey!"Jaime yelped, surprised to find himself being dragged, made physical contact with, by no other than Armise back fully into the shelter, finally understanding of his words, Get away from the entrance, get to cover. There was too much already happening for Jaime's senses, the sound of the pounding rain, his frantic sudden breathing, and the screaming alarm. It was too much, and soon Jaime's skin was splitting opening way too fast. He wasn't sure what was feeding into his mutation, was it fear? survival? Still on the floor, his bright green eyes darted at each new face he had met today, and this weird idea of maybe protect came into his mind, too. Despite the searing pain, Jaime embraced the change, the way his skin felt slick from the blood and yet soon tough as leather and rough as sand, as blackish brown, yellowing scales produced, covering his arms, neck, chest and back. His pupils contracted to the point the pupil was a barely visible slit, and his fangs seemed to be dripping hungrily now with greenish-yellow liquid, sizzling as each drop hit the floor. The transformation was painful, but once his scales began to settle and feel more natural, Jaime quickly reached for his machete, and discarded his pilot jacket, rolled up and stuffed into his pack haphazardly. Jaime also made quick mess of his arm bandages, removing them and allowing the scales to gently flex out, breathe, and settle into place like armored plates. Weapon in hand, pack secured to his side, Jaime said in an almost inhumane, low and raspy voice, "Armise, what's coming? What is that?" Eyes back to darting to Connie, the two young siblings who were getting a pretty rude wake up call, and then to Armise. At that exact moment, Jaime was loyal to each stranger, and was going to hold that loyalty until they all got out of the ruins alive and relatively safe. "Who is coming,"he hissed out, trying not to delve into panic despite his body already riding on full adrenaline.
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Post by thepineappleincident on Aug 19, 2016 10:11:18 GMT -5
(I have to go shopping today and I'm leaving soon and mobile sucks on my crappy phone. I can post something but it will be short)
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Post by thepineappleincident on Aug 19, 2016 10:32:41 GMT -5
It was the beeping that practically dragged Emma against her mind's will away from the rain and back to reality. "What the hell is going on?" she snapped, glaring Armise. That's when the man dragged snake dude away from the entrance causing panic to fill her body. Without another word, instinct kicked in and Emma rushed across the room to her brother, shaking him and saying his name over and over again. "Jason, get the hell up." This time, with no other choice, she slapped him hard across the face. A strong hand coiled around her wrist and jerked her down as Jason gave her a glare that said everything it needed to without using actual words. Never slap me again. Emma swallowed hard, it wasn't often her brother terrified her but sometimes he did. "Jason, something's happening," Emma murmured in a shaky voice, her panic and fear getting the best of her.
Jason had been fast asleep and enjoying the deep sleep for the first time in a while. Being a heavy sleeper he hadn't heard the alarm nor the instructions Armise gave the strangers present. It was a good, dreamless sleep, at least until he was shaken and slapped into the realm of wakefulness. He glared at his sister as he gripped her wrist tightly but her small voice drove him to hold her tight against his chest and smooth her hair as he glanced at the others. "What's going on?" Jason asked as he stood up murmuring softly to Emma, "Get your stuff and get with the others. Here's a pouch of shards." Jason opened a pouch he untied from one of the belt loops on his pants, using his power to stuff it full of whatever shards were left from the pile of glass. He handed it to her and pushed her towards the other three giving Armise a look that asked him to take care of Emma. He went to work putting together what was left and tying it to his bag. He put the rest of the shards in another pouch before pressing up against the wall to stay hidden. Whatever was coming, whoever was coming, Jason knew these people, these people he felt he could entrust Emma to, had to be protected. He would lay down his life for these people he knew nothing about but felt like it would be all worth it. Emma was the most important person to him, but that didn't mean he only had to be loyal and protect her. What type of person would that make him? Not a very good one and he wanted to be an honorable man in this wasteland. He wanted to protect people he felt loyalty to. Not for any reward or anything but because it was the right thing to do.
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Post by Kass the Travelling Minstrel on Aug 19, 2016 10:49:11 GMT -5
What happened with the mods?
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Post by Kass the Travelling Minstrel on Aug 19, 2016 11:34:46 GMT -5
Connie let out a half hum, half grunt at Jason's response, and supplying a curt wave towards the girl when she glanced back at her brother. Jeez, did that girl ever look not-murderous? Was it a crime to ask if someone was doing alright? Then again, in this wasteland of a world, where one could never be sure of friends versus foe, she supposed it could be. With another light sigh, she turned back to her food, finishing it up and crumpling the wrapping.
At Armise's insistence that she go with him, she couldn't help but hide the disdain in her voice when she remarked, that she would wander to death, "That's kind of the point." She shot him a glare. Connie knew that she shouldn't be bitter towards him. She shouldn't try to make him an enemy anymore than his past already made him. But it was that exact past that made her so wary of him. How were any of them to be sure he wouldn't turn around and kill all of them, because his army's beliefs make him. After all, it was his stupid "war"- more like genocide -that ruined her life and forced her to wander. No one had ever batted an eye at her scar, easily explained away as "heart surgery from before the wars."
She was only held captive, tortured, starved, beaten because of Armise's war. She was only made to look an inhuman monster, a murderer (when she was still innocent), to everyone she knew and cared for. She was only driven away from her home, and everywhere else, because of his war. Even though her mutation was perfectly easy to hide! No one ever had to know!
And here she was. Hiding in a ruin in the middle of nowhere with a bunch of other monsters, because Armise's war had made sure that monsters had no place in this world.
So yeah. Connie was a little wary of traveling with "the enemy." Unfortunately, she didn't have time to be concerned about that when that siren blared, shaking them all into tense alertness. She crawled behind some rubble and pressed herself flat against the floor, on her back, reaching for one of the pistols strapped to her side. "What is this??" She hissed towards Armise. Seemed they all wanted an answer, and he was the only one that could provide.
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Post by John 3:16 on Aug 19, 2016 11:38:14 GMT -5
(Pretty sure that one of the mods changed the word 'fam' to 'senpai', so I would type 'family' and it would come out 'senpaiily' xD le epic troll)
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Post by Kass the Travelling Minstrel on Aug 19, 2016 12:06:41 GMT -5
oh Wat That's super weird omg okay mods
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Post by ➳Gʀʏρнοп🌠 on Aug 19, 2016 12:21:32 GMT -5
[ Honestly I'd probably do the same if I was a mod, occasionally mess with people harmlessly from time to time ]
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Post by The Blue Adept on Aug 19, 2016 12:42:40 GMT -5
In any other situation, Armise's brain would probably fail due to all the questions being thrown at him, but with the tracker in his hand still beeping all he could do was pay attention to the impending danger. Fight or flight instinct kicked in, and his body was trying for both. Drawing in a sharp breath and turning off the sound on the device, he nodded at the rest of the group for them to press back towards the shadowed part of the building, where even the rain didn't reach. Hopefully this weather would be a good enough cover for them, but unfortunately it seemed to be thinning out at the wrong moment.
Pressing himself against the side wall of the building, a reasonable distance from the others, he dragged his backpack towards himself, eyes constantly shifting around the room like a wild animal, brows furrowed. Despite the look in his eyes, the rest of him was incredibly focused and drawn, different from the awkward timbre of voice and grace he had before, like the alarm had jolted him awake. There were still 3 or 4 dots flickering on the screen of the tracker, and he was tense thinking that more would show up.
"Belladonna. They're a group of bandits and mercenaries leftover from the First Mutant War," Armise started explaining in a hushed tone, pulling his rifle from where it sat leaning against the wall. "They were hired by Alpha and Bravo as extra hands for covert missions, and once the war ended they started laying claim to the wasteland." He scooted as close to the entrance as he could, shooting a look over the top of an overturned cabinet, squinting out past the rain in the distance. With his sight, he could pick out the tiny black specks in the distance. "When I first left, they were still small in number. I've shadowed them half-way across the damn country without even knowing it. They'll take whatever they want."
Another horrible thought hit him and his face went grim, fingers paused on the grip of his gun.
"And if they see any of you with me, you're going to die."
How the hell was he going to get this group out of here alive? They weren't trained soldiers, he couldn't sneak them out of here like missing cargo. It wasn't like they could hide, either, as he knew for a fact that Belladonna had more than one member that could sniff out a drop of blood from yards away. He drew in another quiet breath and stared at the rest of the group across the room, looking at their panicked faces and realizing he was most certainly responsible for keeping them alive. Steadying his hands, he flicked off the safety of his weapon, burying deep the thoughts of pointing it at a person. These days he only ever used it for hunting game, for food, but right now he was just going to have a look. Just a look. Armise leveled the gun, barrel poking out just barely into the rain, squeezing one eye shut and looking through the scope. After twisting a few dials, the sight zoomed in enough for him to see the bobbing purple lights of the Belladonna masks, and see that they definitely had more than 4 with them.
At least the others looked prepared to fight, but he really didn't want it to come to that. They had to get to Fort Kilo, and fast.
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Post by The Blue Adept on Aug 19, 2016 12:47:16 GMT -5
[ they thought no one would notice cuz it was late, but boiii we noticed ]
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Post by ➳Gʀʏρнοп🌠 on Aug 19, 2016 12:57:55 GMT -5
[ When you gotta get ready to see Kubo and the two strings at four but gotta write a good response ]
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Post by Kass the Travelling Minstrel on Aug 19, 2016 12:59:51 GMT -5
Ahhhh dude unfair, I wanna go see it :cc
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Post by The Blue Adept on Aug 19, 2016 13:01:17 GMT -5
[ whaaaat i wanna see it too!! tell us if its any good ]
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Post by ➳Gʀʏρнοп🌠 on Aug 19, 2016 13:06:32 GMT -5
[ If I could I'd stream it for you guys, but my brother's the pro at illegally downloading movies and I will, I won't spoil, but I'll definitely give my opinions about it I'm really optimistic about it as is ]
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Post by ➳Gʀʏρнοп🌠 on Aug 19, 2016 14:12:21 GMT -5
Jaime let out a small sigh once the device's alarm was turned off, now the only sounds were frantic heartbeats, the scuffling of scrambling bodies, and the steadily slowing rain outside. He fell back into the shadows of the crumbling building with the others, grip tight on his machete, expression hard, waiting for Armise to explain, or at least give them a course of action sometime soon. Listening to Armise finally tell them what's up, who's coming, his insides only seemed to sink deeper and churn faster, making him feel nauseous. "Murderers, from the First War,"was all Jaime could really say at that moment, voice chillingly cold as his eyes became distant, far away. The memory of the woman, who he had found, littered with bullets, her face the only part not riddled with holes as he had carefully taken off her gas mask. He had just missed it, he remembered, how he had just missed being in that campsite right as it had been attacked, ransacked, burnt down. He knew this because, when he finally arrived, the smell of fresh blood was still wafting down wind towards him. Walking through the massacre, there were still people, children, bleeding out, gurgling for breath and dying before he could even attempt to help. He had felt so hollow, taking whatever he could find, salvage, like the gas mask from the mutant woman, laying painted red with her own blood. He remembers that, indeed she was disfigured looking, with her claw-like hands covered in blood and tissue, out-stretched, broken wings the colors of warm browns and greens, her body covered in patches of thick feathers, face scarred up worse than his. He also remembers thinking, her sea-foam colored eyes, though dulled from death, were absolutely gorgeous. It was when the strong memory of mourning hit him, Jaime shook himself hard, spitting a mixture of venom and saliva onto the ground angrily, trying to ignore the rifle Armise now held ready in his grip, and hold on to whatever information he was telling them. With a deep growl emitting from his chest, Jaime hissed, "They aren't going to take what they want this time, over my dead, rotting, spiteful corpse." Turning towards Armise, expression cold and stubborn, "Then I better take as many of them down with me before I die today,"he added with a sneer, twisting his scarred face, eyes a burning green. He didn't care about his life when it came down too it, because once you've become a stage 2 mutant, you're life becomes meaningless to those who aren't as ''bad off'' as you. If it came down to it, Jaime was prepared to die for these strangers, because if somebody was going to die, it'd be him. Closing his eyes, and taking a deep shaky breath, opening them again his vision completely changed. He could see clearer now, in a way, as the bodies of living, warm beings were colored in bright red and orange, while the rain had cooled everything else around them, inanimate, into a dull blue or dark purples. Moving on impulse, Jaime pushed besides Armise to also look out, sniffing the air, with his pupils dilating and constricting accordingly, he spotted through the blue, far off blobs of moving reds and oranges. They weren't close by, but if he could see them from here, they were already too close for comfort. "They leave the air tasting bitter,"he muttered, fangs dripping hungrily for something as he pulled back into the shadows.
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Post by thepineappleincident on Aug 19, 2016 14:32:51 GMT -5
(When you type out like a paragraph and then the browser crashes)
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Post by The Blue Adept on Aug 19, 2016 14:35:29 GMT -5
[ rip ]
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Post by Kass the Travelling Minstrel on Aug 19, 2016 14:37:11 GMT -5
imagine this: the squad, to the tune of ain't no rest for the wicked
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Post by ➳Gʀʏρнοп🌠 on Aug 19, 2016 14:48:04 GMT -5
[ that's why I try to remember to copy it in case the website decides to betray me
Also that's a good song 👌 ]
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Post by thepineappleincident on Aug 19, 2016 15:18:43 GMT -5
Emma pressed herself against the wall next to Armise and Jaime, who she affectionately dubbed Snake Dude. This was going to be fun and more exciting than a normal day. If there was one thing Emma loved more than anything, it was action. Danger was the equivalent to a candy store, only full of blood, death, and adrenaline rather than sweets. Her hands began to form signals to Jason across the room as a giant grin appeared on her mouth. She told him not to be a hero. The response her brother gave made her laugh due to his word choice and Emma had to cover her mouth with her hands to keep her laugh muffled. "So how many of these idiots are there?" she asked the two who seemed to be looking out into the rain. It would be a lie to say that this was the first time Emma and Jason had encountered something like bandits but it would be the first time like this. It made her feel excited and she couldn't wait for things to go down.
Jason, on the other hand, was the opposite. He wanted to get out of here without any violence. The look on his sister's face was all it took to tell him that she was excited for whatever was about to go down. Whoever was out there must be out for blood. The group spawned from the First Mutant War so that meant they were in danger. Apparently the danger they were in was tripled by just being with Armise. "What the hell did you do to make them want to kill us for just being with you?" Jason hissed. His face twisted into one of anger, confusion, and stress all rolled up into one expression. Getting out of here would be a miracle based off what Armise said and he wasn't sure if they had that kind of luck. There seemed to be more to that Connie girl though. Perhaps she could have something up her sleeves that would turn out to be their miracle.
Putting his goggles over his head, Jason signaled for Emma to do the same. The cool air vanished from his skin as he slipped on his jacket and put on his backpack, using his mutation to make a makeshift pair of binoculars. Bending down, Jason slid that pair across the floor to Emma who stopped it with her foot before holding out her hand for it to raise up into. He rolled his eyes, having no taste for her need to add a little flair to her actions. Instead of worrying, Jason waited no time making himself a pair to glance out into the rain with. He could make out specks and vague shapes with his binoculars but that was it. One day he would have to find actual binoculars. Perhaps he could give them to Emma to use and keep the crappy stuff for himself. It wasn't the best but it would have to do. He didn't have snake vision or a scope on a rifle. Jason hated guns though Emma loved them. It took everything he had to keep her from snatching one off a dead body they came across of some poor soul who couldn't survive. Hopefully their bodies wouldn't be added the the list that littered the wasteland.
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Post by The Blue Adept on Aug 19, 2016 16:07:10 GMT -5
during my wait, i took the liberty to clean up concept stuff from this rp so i present to u, an Armise ref and the rough sketches of Belladonna
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Post by thepineappleincident on Aug 19, 2016 16:15:07 GMT -5
(The talent, it's blinding. Dude, you are so good. You and bio/dot are amazing)
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Post by Kass the Travelling Minstrel on Aug 19, 2016 16:19:26 GMT -5
The survivor stared at Armise, eyes wide, her eyebrows shooting up. "What?" Oh how fantastic! Sure, these people might not want her dead right now, but who knew when it came to a fight? She did as told, following the rest of them into the shadow of the building. White knuckles grip around her pistol, she slowly pulled it from its holster, holding it up and taking a deep, steadying breath. Connie didn't like killing. In these times, it was a necessity. She had a adapted. And adapted pretty damn well, too. Growing up in Fort Sierra meant her skills with a pistol were more than up to spades.
Listening to the others talk and, from the expression on Emma's face, it was almost as if they wanted to fight. They wanted to risk their lives? For no good reason? Connie couldn't see the logic behind it. Did the monotony of survival really get that boring? She couldn't imagine it. Maybe things were different when you could talk to someone on a daily basis. Connie, on the other hand, spent plenty of time making sure she wasn't going completely insane.
Admittedly, she could at least agree with Jaime's sentiment. She had been lucky to live so long in peace, without being discovered. It was the benefit of her mutation. Glancing over towards the young man, she offered a weak smile of agreement. Counting the seconds of silence, with only the rain to be heard, she watched the rest of them look out. Personally, she had no binoculars or fancy eyesight, relying on the others' information spoken aloud.
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Post by Kass the Travelling Minstrel on Aug 19, 2016 16:21:01 GMT -5
Ah yes the glowy of future tech Those are sick tho dude
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Post by The Blue Adept on Aug 19, 2016 16:25:54 GMT -5
[ ahh ur too kind dude, thank u. i just like to doodle things ]
[ the glowy of future tech is my aesthetic. but ahHH THANKS FAM!! u gotta gimme some more o those Connie doodles tho mhm ]
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Post by ➳Gʀʏρнοп🌠 on Aug 19, 2016 16:29:53 GMT -5
[ why are you all so talented your artworks are amazing 💞!! ]
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Post by John 3:16 on Aug 19, 2016 16:33:32 GMT -5
(I'm just sitting here drooling over the amazing art god I wish I could draw that well)
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Post by Kass the Travelling Minstrel on Aug 19, 2016 16:36:41 GMT -5
Thanks ppl Don't worry, I use to suck to but every time I would see blue's art I would get really jealous and angry so then I got better so I would be less so Remember kids, hatred is motivation!!!
I just bought a new sketchbook at walmart lol so maybe it'll happen soon I also bought a wee bab notebook that's neon orange and is cute
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Post by The Blue Adept on Aug 19, 2016 16:40:52 GMT -5
ur all flatterers, i tell ya
boyyy what a great symbol of our friendship. im really rooting for you man, even tho ur art is already incredibly amazing pls dont compare urself to me
thats ADORABLE. and yessss pls draw
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