@Hekazu Ah. Well if Guster wishes to head on in, he is free to. A generic guard can take his place for the time being.
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My name is DJ.
I am a roleplayer.
A roleplayer of roughly a good decade now.
I write a lot of things, and am able to roleplay a lot of things.
Random Things about me
- I run a small YouTube channel.
- I listen to a helluva lot of music. Love music.
- I'm from Singapore. It's a little island in Southeast Asia.
Anywho, I've not been RPing for a long long time, but here I am, hopefully to make a few friends and RP some.
I am a roleplayer.
A roleplayer of roughly a good decade now.
I write a lot of things, and am able to roleplay a lot of things.
Random Things about me
- I run a small YouTube channel.
- I listen to a helluva lot of music. Love music.
- I'm from Singapore. It's a little island in Southeast Asia.
Anywho, I've not been RPing for a long long time, but here I am, hopefully to make a few friends and RP some.
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Simon
@End Here@Kingfisher@my Lalia
Seeing the lady be the first to expose her wound, Simon immediately went to see her. He tapped his wrist and as his helmet folded up over his head, he vocalised commands to his armour systems.
"Optics, analyse wound."
From his experience without implants he already knew the wound was a moderate one; he dropped to a knee, ignoring the more obvious parts of her body to focus solely on her wound. The coin sized hole on her front matched up with a fist sized exit on her back. Through and through, nothing inside her, a fact confirmed by his optics a second later; preliminary x-rays came back devoid of metal. No damage to ribs or spine, just loss of blood and tissue, an issue he could fix. There was a nick to her pancreas though, something he had to address first.
The lady was having a short conversation with the other younger lady present, a pilot or mechanic from what he gathered. Simon cleared his throat as he kept his eyes focused on her side.
"Well the good news, miss Brea, is that the bullet missed your insides. Mostly. Your pancreas took a minor hit but it'll survive. I'll patch you up with some staples and medigel, but you have to not overstrain the wounds while they heal."
As he said this he drew his rifle and racked the slide. The cartridge of numbing capsules ejected from the top of the rifle, which he caught and reattached to the side of the gun. Also clipped to the side was a small vial filled with a fluorescent green gel. Simon loaded this into the rifle, cocked the slide and pushed a button on the side. Immediately the whole rifle assembly shrank as it folded into itself, leaving the barrel elongated as the muzzle brake folded up and stowed itself within the metal tube, which shrank to half its size. He reached behind himself and grabbed a small spray canister next, shaking it vigorously before popping the top off.
"This may tingle. I assure you this will only numb your injured area and nothing else."
Simon depressed the top of the bottle and a light liquid film sprayed onto her side. He did this liberally both over the entrance and exit wounds before stowing the bottle onto his back rigging. Then he hefted up his rifle and aimed it at the entrance wound.
"Do not panic. I am only inserting this to administer medigel."
After waiting a few seconds for the numbing agents in the spray to take effect, he moved the barrel in, slowly pushing it deeper while monitoring its position on his optics. Once the tip of the barrel bumped against her internal wound, he depressed the trigger. The rifle's mechanism immediately pushed into the loaded vial, squeezing out a liberal amount of the green gel as he withdrew the barrel slowly, leaving a trail of it all the way out of the entrance wound. Without pause he stood, moved behind her and repeated the process with the exit wound, using the rest of the gel to cover the larger area of tissue damage on her back.
The gel would almost immediately take effect, warming up with her body heat as it melted and was absorbed into her flesh. The healing agents within sped up the healing process, and it would feel like her insides were swiftly knitting themselves together. Painless, of course.
He racked the slide to eject the empty vial and pulled a slate grey magazine from the other side of his rifle, loading that into the breech as he watched the healing process through his optics. He knelt again and, with a hand, held the exit wound closed whilst aiming his rifle against her with the other.
"These are staples, and these may sting."
Without pause, he pressed the barrel against the edges of the wound and pressed the trigger. With a snap and a soft hiss, a surgical staple punched into her side. He repeated this four more times, closing up the whole wound on her back. Simon stood, moved to her front, and repeated the process, only using two staples to close the smaller entry wound.
Finished with the procedure, which had only taken a few minutes, he stood and unloaded the magazine of staples while stowing his helmet. With a small smile he gave Brea a nod.
"Done. I advise you not to strain or stretch your side for the next few minutes while the gel takes effect. It'll feel like your insides are knitting themselves together, you see, entirely painless and bloodless. You'll be back to full strength in a jiffy, although it might take longer to replenish the blood you've lost. The staples are made of a biodegradable iron compound that will dissolve into your bloodstream once the healing is complete."
That said, he moved away from her and moved towards to the beast whose shoulder was bleeding, repeating the same procedure but using less resources as the wound was smaller. After everything was done, he'd expended another half a vial of gel and a few staples short of an empty magazine. Both Brea and the beast whose name he had not gotten were treated and healing.
That left the young man. He walked quickly towards him and gestured to his stomach, while scanning the area with his optics.
"Are you sure you don't want that looked at? There's a piece of shrapnel stuck there that could lead to complications I will not be able to treat later on."
"Optics, analyse wound."
From his experience without implants he already knew the wound was a moderate one; he dropped to a knee, ignoring the more obvious parts of her body to focus solely on her wound. The coin sized hole on her front matched up with a fist sized exit on her back. Through and through, nothing inside her, a fact confirmed by his optics a second later; preliminary x-rays came back devoid of metal. No damage to ribs or spine, just loss of blood and tissue, an issue he could fix. There was a nick to her pancreas though, something he had to address first.
The lady was having a short conversation with the other younger lady present, a pilot or mechanic from what he gathered. Simon cleared his throat as he kept his eyes focused on her side.
"Well the good news, miss Brea, is that the bullet missed your insides. Mostly. Your pancreas took a minor hit but it'll survive. I'll patch you up with some staples and medigel, but you have to not overstrain the wounds while they heal."
As he said this he drew his rifle and racked the slide. The cartridge of numbing capsules ejected from the top of the rifle, which he caught and reattached to the side of the gun. Also clipped to the side was a small vial filled with a fluorescent green gel. Simon loaded this into the rifle, cocked the slide and pushed a button on the side. Immediately the whole rifle assembly shrank as it folded into itself, leaving the barrel elongated as the muzzle brake folded up and stowed itself within the metal tube, which shrank to half its size. He reached behind himself and grabbed a small spray canister next, shaking it vigorously before popping the top off.
"This may tingle. I assure you this will only numb your injured area and nothing else."
Simon depressed the top of the bottle and a light liquid film sprayed onto her side. He did this liberally both over the entrance and exit wounds before stowing the bottle onto his back rigging. Then he hefted up his rifle and aimed it at the entrance wound.
"Do not panic. I am only inserting this to administer medigel."
After waiting a few seconds for the numbing agents in the spray to take effect, he moved the barrel in, slowly pushing it deeper while monitoring its position on his optics. Once the tip of the barrel bumped against her internal wound, he depressed the trigger. The rifle's mechanism immediately pushed into the loaded vial, squeezing out a liberal amount of the green gel as he withdrew the barrel slowly, leaving a trail of it all the way out of the entrance wound. Without pause he stood, moved behind her and repeated the process with the exit wound, using the rest of the gel to cover the larger area of tissue damage on her back.
The gel would almost immediately take effect, warming up with her body heat as it melted and was absorbed into her flesh. The healing agents within sped up the healing process, and it would feel like her insides were swiftly knitting themselves together. Painless, of course.
He racked the slide to eject the empty vial and pulled a slate grey magazine from the other side of his rifle, loading that into the breech as he watched the healing process through his optics. He knelt again and, with a hand, held the exit wound closed whilst aiming his rifle against her with the other.
"These are staples, and these may sting."
Without pause, he pressed the barrel against the edges of the wound and pressed the trigger. With a snap and a soft hiss, a surgical staple punched into her side. He repeated this four more times, closing up the whole wound on her back. Simon stood, moved to her front, and repeated the process, only using two staples to close the smaller entry wound.
Finished with the procedure, which had only taken a few minutes, he stood and unloaded the magazine of staples while stowing his helmet. With a small smile he gave Brea a nod.
"Done. I advise you not to strain or stretch your side for the next few minutes while the gel takes effect. It'll feel like your insides are knitting themselves together, you see, entirely painless and bloodless. You'll be back to full strength in a jiffy, although it might take longer to replenish the blood you've lost. The staples are made of a biodegradable iron compound that will dissolve into your bloodstream once the healing is complete."
That said, he moved away from her and moved towards to the beast whose shoulder was bleeding, repeating the same procedure but using less resources as the wound was smaller. After everything was done, he'd expended another half a vial of gel and a few staples short of an empty magazine. Both Brea and the beast whose name he had not gotten were treated and healing.
That left the young man. He walked quickly towards him and gestured to his stomach, while scanning the area with his optics.
"Are you sure you don't want that looked at? There's a piece of shrapnel stuck there that could lead to complications I will not be able to treat later on."
@Hekazu Wait where's Guster? Inside Free?
I am still here. Just been busy with life and other RPs.
I think I shall have the Free team move out in my next post. @RomanAria if you want Edoric to join up with Cho just have him show up at the rendezvous point.
I think I shall have the Free team move out in my next post. @RomanAria if you want Edoric to join up with Cho just have him show up at the rendezvous point.
What sort of match? Non-powered basic human fisticuffs? In my opinion non-powered is the best way to learn the basics. Always punch Rilla in the babymaker.
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I'd be happy to spar with you, if you want.
So to confirm: @Defacto and @Mr Allen J, some of your guys are heading down to the beach to crash some party?
If I were to add Cole into this equation, where would he fit/belong? With your characters? Or mingling in the party? Because the setup I have right now is that he "heard" that your guys are attending and he really wants to see them again, but he doesn't know where they are or when they're getting there.
In any case I'm already writing so yeah. I probably won't get a post up until tomorrow though, it's late here.
If I were to add Cole into this equation, where would he fit/belong? With your characters? Or mingling in the party? Because the setup I have right now is that he "heard" that your guys are attending and he really wants to see them again, but he doesn't know where they are or when they're getting there.
In any case I'm already writing so yeah. I probably won't get a post up until tomorrow though, it's late here.
He'd still see the strings from phones and such
But I'll have him at the party.
I think I'll have him as having attended the academy at one point. Same class as those others attending, but he kinda lost track of them after they'd all finished and stuff.
But I'll have him at the party.
I think I'll have him as having attended the academy at one point. Same class as those others attending, but he kinda lost track of them after they'd all finished and stuff.
"Fall back! Fuckin' fall back!"
The wolves had us backed into an alleyway, funneled like chickens in an abattoir. The really big guy had taken the hit and stumbled off to the other end of the alley, but his lackeys charged straight at us.
Hurk was on the floor, prone, his rifle spitting fire at the ones that ran towards us. Alonzo and Ted had their attention on the walls, firing at the wolves that clawed and clambered through fire escapes and ledges towards us. Kiddo was ahead of us, his shotgun roarin' as it spat silvery death at a wolf ahead of 'im, makin' it crumple backward into a heap as we ran past it.
While we ran, I stopped and swiveled around, Tommygun pointed down the alley.
I pulled the trigger.
Emptied the whole damn drum down that way.
Sprayed the whole alley, walls 'n all.
Wolves fell.
I wasn't sure if I'd killed them dead or not.
I turned around and kept running, droppin' the empty drum as I patted my jacket for another one.
Nothing greeted me.
Fuck.
I threw the gun away and pulled my pistol from my waist.
I heard a scream.
Just as I turned around I saw a wolf rip his claws into Ted as it landed on him. Tore him right to pieces. His blood painted the walls while we ran.
I gave the wolf a few new head holes with my pistol, swapped magazines for a fresh one.
"Andy! Bad news!"
"Make it quick!"
Kiddo skidded to a stop ahead of me and I ran straight into his back. In front of us was a chain link fence higher than we could climb.
Dead end.
Fucksticks.
I spun around and aimed my pistol down the alley. Hurk and Alonzo were still dashin' towards us, rifles spittin' lead at every wolf that came their way. They operated like a well oiled machine, I was impressed. Our driver, however, was hamburger past the sea of fur and claws and fangs. We had to do somethin' else risk bein' hamburgered ourselves.
Kiddo stood his ground beside me and emptied his shotgun into the horde, dropping a few more to the ground. As he patted his coat for shells, I covered Hurk and Alonzo as they reached us.
Empty magazine.
Reload. Slap it in, rack the slide.
Kiddo tossed the shotgun to the floor, pulled two pistols from inside his coat and kept firin' until they were dry too.
The smell of gunpowder and cordite was thick and heavy in the air, mingling with the smell of blood and gore.
Wolves swarmed around us, droppin' like flies as their numbers lessened.
The big guy was at the far end of the alley, his face and chest drippin' wet with blood.
My pistol was on its last reload.
I slapped the magazine into place, cocked it, aimed for the far end of the alley and fired everything I had.
Didn't care if I missed or not. If I hit him, he'd go down sooner rather than later, when his sharp bits were buried in our bodies and my guts were his skippin' ropes.
The wolves had us backed into an alleyway, funneled like chickens in an abattoir. The really big guy had taken the hit and stumbled off to the other end of the alley, but his lackeys charged straight at us.
Hurk was on the floor, prone, his rifle spitting fire at the ones that ran towards us. Alonzo and Ted had their attention on the walls, firing at the wolves that clawed and clambered through fire escapes and ledges towards us. Kiddo was ahead of us, his shotgun roarin' as it spat silvery death at a wolf ahead of 'im, makin' it crumple backward into a heap as we ran past it.
While we ran, I stopped and swiveled around, Tommygun pointed down the alley.
I pulled the trigger.
Emptied the whole damn drum down that way.
Sprayed the whole alley, walls 'n all.
Wolves fell.
I wasn't sure if I'd killed them dead or not.
I turned around and kept running, droppin' the empty drum as I patted my jacket for another one.
Nothing greeted me.
Fuck.
I threw the gun away and pulled my pistol from my waist.
I heard a scream.
Just as I turned around I saw a wolf rip his claws into Ted as it landed on him. Tore him right to pieces. His blood painted the walls while we ran.
I gave the wolf a few new head holes with my pistol, swapped magazines for a fresh one.
"Andy! Bad news!"
"Make it quick!"
Kiddo skidded to a stop ahead of me and I ran straight into his back. In front of us was a chain link fence higher than we could climb.
Dead end.
Fucksticks.
I spun around and aimed my pistol down the alley. Hurk and Alonzo were still dashin' towards us, rifles spittin' lead at every wolf that came their way. They operated like a well oiled machine, I was impressed. Our driver, however, was hamburger past the sea of fur and claws and fangs. We had to do somethin' else risk bein' hamburgered ourselves.
Kiddo stood his ground beside me and emptied his shotgun into the horde, dropping a few more to the ground. As he patted his coat for shells, I covered Hurk and Alonzo as they reached us.
Empty magazine.
Reload. Slap it in, rack the slide.
Kiddo tossed the shotgun to the floor, pulled two pistols from inside his coat and kept firin' until they were dry too.
The smell of gunpowder and cordite was thick and heavy in the air, mingling with the smell of blood and gore.
Wolves swarmed around us, droppin' like flies as their numbers lessened.
The big guy was at the far end of the alley, his face and chest drippin' wet with blood.
My pistol was on its last reload.
I slapped the magazine into place, cocked it, aimed for the far end of the alley and fired everything I had.
Didn't care if I missed or not. If I hit him, he'd go down sooner rather than later, when his sharp bits were buried in our bodies and my guts were his skippin' ropes.
Andy was busy shootin' down the way, so I kept my guns pointed at the wolves that were in our faces, not the big lug all the way at the other end of the street. There was only a few of 'em left, and what little remained of the furry horde was bleedin' or weary. Still, they came at us, fangs bared, claws sharp. Like fuckin' zombies. Didn't matter how much you put in them, they didn't drop until you'd killed 'em dead.
In front of me, Hurk and Alonzo held their ground, rifles blarin' at the wolves. Their ammo was plain lead, didn't do much against these fuzzy fucks, but they had a lot of it.
I saw Alonzo pat his vest for a reload, then drop his rifle as he pulled his pistol out of his holster and continued firin'.
Okay, maybe not a lot. They were runnin' out, like we was.
Next to me I heard Andy stop firin'. I glanced at 'im and saw his pistol, slide back. Empty. He caught my glance and shrugged.
"Empty. I'm dry. Nothin' left."
Just then my pistols clicked empty. I hadn't brought much, so I kept one and tossed Andy my second last magazine. I reloaded with the last one.
"One more for the road, Andy."
I heard a scream.
Turned around to see Alonzo's arm fly through the air. Wolf slicin' him into ribbons as Hurk fell back to the fence, his rifle abandoned on the floor. As the wolf sunk his fangs into his neck, Hurk caught his pal's dyin' gaze.
"ALONZO!"
With a bloodied grin, Alonzo raised his remaining hand in the air.
It had a grenade in it without the pin.
I ducked and turned around, grabbed Andy and pulled him behind me.
"SAYONARA FUCKERS -"
The explosion ripped through the alley and set off the alarms of cars a good block or two down, then everythin' after that was a blur. My ears were ringin' as I staggered to my feet. Everythin' was wobbly, and my back stung like a motherfucker. Shrapnel from the fuckin' grenade. Sonuvabitch.
What wolves were left were in pieces, scattered around the alley. That just left the big guy at the end and whatever survivin' lackeys he had left.
I stood and dropped my pistol. Still had an ace up my sleeve.
Reached behind me and pulled my .44 Magnum from my belt. Cocked the hammer. Next to me, Andy was slippin' his brass knuckles on, pullin' them real close on his hands as he grimaced.
"Grim fuckin' business we deal in, Kiddo."
"Yeah no shit, Andy."
"We good?"
I nodded.
"Let's give these fuckers a night ta remember."
In front of me, Hurk and Alonzo held their ground, rifles blarin' at the wolves. Their ammo was plain lead, didn't do much against these fuzzy fucks, but they had a lot of it.
I saw Alonzo pat his vest for a reload, then drop his rifle as he pulled his pistol out of his holster and continued firin'.
Okay, maybe not a lot. They were runnin' out, like we was.
Next to me I heard Andy stop firin'. I glanced at 'im and saw his pistol, slide back. Empty. He caught my glance and shrugged.
"Empty. I'm dry. Nothin' left."
Just then my pistols clicked empty. I hadn't brought much, so I kept one and tossed Andy my second last magazine. I reloaded with the last one.
"One more for the road, Andy."
I heard a scream.
Turned around to see Alonzo's arm fly through the air. Wolf slicin' him into ribbons as Hurk fell back to the fence, his rifle abandoned on the floor. As the wolf sunk his fangs into his neck, Hurk caught his pal's dyin' gaze.
"ALONZO!"
With a bloodied grin, Alonzo raised his remaining hand in the air.
It had a grenade in it without the pin.
I ducked and turned around, grabbed Andy and pulled him behind me.
"SAYONARA FUCKERS -"
The explosion ripped through the alley and set off the alarms of cars a good block or two down, then everythin' after that was a blur. My ears were ringin' as I staggered to my feet. Everythin' was wobbly, and my back stung like a motherfucker. Shrapnel from the fuckin' grenade. Sonuvabitch.
What wolves were left were in pieces, scattered around the alley. That just left the big guy at the end and whatever survivin' lackeys he had left.
I stood and dropped my pistol. Still had an ace up my sleeve.
Reached behind me and pulled my .44 Magnum from my belt. Cocked the hammer. Next to me, Andy was slippin' his brass knuckles on, pullin' them real close on his hands as he grimaced.
"Grim fuckin' business we deal in, Kiddo."
"Yeah no shit, Andy."
"We good?"
I nodded.
"Let's give these fuckers a night ta remember."
Line up, the doctor is in and receiving patients.
Simon
@my Lalia@Kingfisher@End Here
As Simon ran with the rest of the team, he subconsciously began a check of all his gear.
Rifle, in capsule mode.
Armour, scratched and dinged slightly, but okay.
Equipment, strapped tightly in place.
Systems at 100%.
He followed the beast man as he dove past a heap of rubble, running up and over the broken stones and refuse in his way, not bothering about the rest of the team for now until they were in safety. Finally, after a few more minutes of running, the beast man stopped and curtly responded to a very silly question asked by one of the team, an old man. The beast then motioned down to an old train track, hopped down to it and began walking towards a tunnel that led into darkness.
Behind them, the gunfire and shouting and swearing slowly ceased, indicative of their safety, which made Simon relax and finally take stock of the team's injuries. As they walked, he let them pass ahead of him and scanned each member individually with his optics, stopping on the lady, who was bleeding quite profusely, and the beastman that he'd given painkillers to earlier. He quickened his pace and cut ahead of the group, motioning for them to stop by raising his hand.
"We may be safe now but it is of the utmost importance that I treat the injured. Now, would the young lady and our guide please come to me? Don't worry, I'm a doctor."
He tapped his wrist and his helmet retracted back into his chest and black plating, revealing his face to the party again. As he waited for them to step forward and receive treatment, he panned his gaze out towards the rest of the team. One of them, a younger man, had also received an injury, but it was light. His concern was with his two charges, but it was the most beneficial to treat everyone before they moved on. With a free hand he waved towards the bleeding young man and motioned for him to step forward.
"You, you too. Come here. I'm a doctor, I'll help you."
He reached behind him to grab his laser cutter from his back rigging, holding the pen-sized device in his hand as he waited.
"If you are able, I would like you to remove your armour or clothing in the affected area so I can tend to you easier. I have painkillers and medigel to aid in your rapid healing."
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