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Apologies for the shortpost. Rather pressed for time at the moment, won't be a habit.
"I loaded a good amount of my equipment personally. I know where the cargo hold is," Adrian said towards the man, who appeared to be speaking Arabic to men he was familiar with. A quick glance around reminded him of their rather dire situation though, sowing the seeds of doubt in Adrian's mind. Jame's reappearance only confirmed any fears he had. "Ivan's dead." James said bluntly, looking down towards his white shirt that was stained with brown splotches, "He must've died a few weeks back. Liquified... everything spilled out of him when I reached out and pulled him towards me." Adrian subdued a shudder, putting up a hand towards James, "I got it. Just get the rest of the team and get planetside, okay?" James nodded, happy to accept any direction that could be given to him now. Whatever he had seen was enough to drag the usual fire out of him, Adrian could only pray that he wouldn't have to see anyone he knew in a state like Ivan.
Adrian returned his focus on the Muslim man, "The ship may have placed the cargo in lockdown, which would make access impossible with how much time we have." Adrian ripped at the back on his shoulder, yanking it off and pulling open the zipper quickly. His eyes darted through the contents with a sense of urgency as a free hand rifled through the contents. There he found the box of seeds, a supply large enough that with enough patience he could have a steady food supply for a small group of people within a few weeks. He could make it with what he had, but not if everyone wanted to eat. 'It'll have to do' he concluded, biting the inside of his cheek in frustration. Adrian sealed the pack and slung it back over his shoulder, "If we go for the cargo we likely won't make it out of this ship," he directed at the group of men, "It might be best... If we accept our loses and take the nearest escape pod."
Adrian returned his focus on the Muslim man, "The ship may have placed the cargo in lockdown, which would make access impossible with how much time we have." Adrian ripped at the back on his shoulder, yanking it off and pulling open the zipper quickly. His eyes darted through the contents with a sense of urgency as a free hand rifled through the contents. There he found the box of seeds, a supply large enough that with enough patience he could have a steady food supply for a small group of people within a few weeks. He could make it with what he had, but not if everyone wanted to eat. 'It'll have to do' he concluded, biting the inside of his cheek in frustration. Adrian sealed the pack and slung it back over his shoulder, "If we go for the cargo we likely won't make it out of this ship," he directed at the group of men, "It might be best... If we accept our loses and take the nearest escape pod."
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"Adrian!" He heard, followed by a dull pounding that resonated in his skull, a booming sensation that brought forth a headache that had been brewing for thirty years. "Adrian!" the voice called louder now, repeating over and over with the banging that made the inside of his skull sear in an ungodly pain. Eyes shot open, his view filled with that of one of his partners from the NASA venture, James. "What?" Adrian began to say, his mouth barely opening and words not forming in his mouth. "Adrian," James said with a look of relief now, "Thank god you made it." Fear spiked through Adrian at those words. What could James have meant by that? Adrian's eyes moved about, scanning the chamber for the emergency release mechanism that would allow him freedom, though right now the only part of his body that seemed to still be loyal were his eyes. It wasn't long after his eyes opened that the chamber door dropped down, allowing Adrian to be met with the stale, terror filled air, that existed in most of the ship. James caught Adrian as he tried to step out, immediately dropping to the ground. "Give it a few moments Adrian. You stay here, I'm gonna try to get a hold of the rest of us." James reassured Adrian, giving him a pat on the back before helping him onto the cool floor.
People rushed past, some still remaining in their chambers and slowly the puzzle began to fall into place in Adrian's mind. Some system had failed and the ship's emergency protocol had been started. When he got a better look of the chamber across from his it became clear how dire the situation was. The resident of the chamber was dead, her face twisted and pale, her skin tight and stretched across bone. He could only guess the woman's chamber malfunctioned and took her life with it. "Christ," Adrian managed to work out of his throat, the words thick and unpleasant like molasses. Adrian's eyes blinked slowly, his body still incredibly fatigued, and looked down at himself to remind him of what he was wearing. It was his usual off-the-job get up of blue jeans, boots, and a white t-shirt that was just loose enough to breathe. It was by his feet that Adrian noticed his pack, a convenient bag that he could sling over his shoulders, on that wouldn't weigh him down that much. Especially in the reduced gravity of the ship.
Minutes passed by and James had yet to return. Adrian took the pack and brought the straps over his shoulders, understanding that time was of the essence and that he could rest when he was dead. Now, getting the pack on was the easy part. Standing up... Not so much. Adrian couldn't say with confidence that his limbs wouldn't burst as he brought himself up onto his feet which shook with uncertainty. The air tasted more foul outside of his chamber, Adrian had begun to notice. As if it were going rotten. A wayward glance reminded him of the corpse. The air was definitely rotten. He could only guess from the markers on the walkway that everyone was expected to evacuate the ship immediately, but there was a problem with that. Adrian couldn't leave without the equipment in the cargo hold. Not if they had any intention of surviving that on this god foresaken world that is.
"Hey," Adrian called out to the few people that were still by their chambers, "we can't abandon ship yet. I help getting some vital cargo." Just saying those words alone dragged more energy out of him then he would have liked to admit.
People rushed past, some still remaining in their chambers and slowly the puzzle began to fall into place in Adrian's mind. Some system had failed and the ship's emergency protocol had been started. When he got a better look of the chamber across from his it became clear how dire the situation was. The resident of the chamber was dead, her face twisted and pale, her skin tight and stretched across bone. He could only guess the woman's chamber malfunctioned and took her life with it. "Christ," Adrian managed to work out of his throat, the words thick and unpleasant like molasses. Adrian's eyes blinked slowly, his body still incredibly fatigued, and looked down at himself to remind him of what he was wearing. It was his usual off-the-job get up of blue jeans, boots, and a white t-shirt that was just loose enough to breathe. It was by his feet that Adrian noticed his pack, a convenient bag that he could sling over his shoulders, on that wouldn't weigh him down that much. Especially in the reduced gravity of the ship.
Minutes passed by and James had yet to return. Adrian took the pack and brought the straps over his shoulders, understanding that time was of the essence and that he could rest when he was dead. Now, getting the pack on was the easy part. Standing up... Not so much. Adrian couldn't say with confidence that his limbs wouldn't burst as he brought himself up onto his feet which shook with uncertainty. The air tasted more foul outside of his chamber, Adrian had begun to notice. As if it were going rotten. A wayward glance reminded him of the corpse. The air was definitely rotten. He could only guess from the markers on the walkway that everyone was expected to evacuate the ship immediately, but there was a problem with that. Adrian couldn't leave without the equipment in the cargo hold. Not if they had any intention of surviving that on this god foresaken world that is.
"Hey," Adrian called out to the few people that were still by their chambers, "we can't abandon ship yet. I help getting some vital cargo." Just saying those words alone dragged more energy out of him then he would have liked to admit.
Grasping hands shot up as the woman ascended, fingers clutching tight at her ankles which evaded their grasp by mere moments. As she brought her self up, Elliot looked her up and down, before looking towards her with a small smile. "Well, you look clean enough, at least clean enough that I don't see any chomps taken outta ya." He grinned, hoisting his backpack up to his shoulder from its resting place on the ground. Elliot wasted no time, moving toward the standing staircase, cautiously putting a foot down on the first step which slowly bent down, the concrete breaking apart. "Watch your step and follow the marks," Elliot ordered the girl, giving a point to the chalk marks on the wall, adjacent to steps that were faulty. Stepping on a faulty step was a good way to drop back down into the arms of the friendly guests who wanted nothing more than to be pulled up.
Elliot moved up the stairs quickly, navigating the most stable points and arriving at the seventh floor in moments. He slid into the room that some supplies were stowed away in. Elliot's feet practically glided along the floor as he shot towards the opened closet, pulling out a cardboard box which he immediately began rummaging through. He removed several 5.56x45mm round that he rolled between the fingers of his free hand while he grabbed two bottles of water with his free hand. When his guest would make her way in, he'd toss her the bottle, but until then he'd enjoy his lukewarm, but fresh, water.
Elliot moved up the stairs quickly, navigating the most stable points and arriving at the seventh floor in moments. He slid into the room that some supplies were stowed away in. Elliot's feet practically glided along the floor as he shot towards the opened closet, pulling out a cardboard box which he immediately began rummaging through. He removed several 5.56x45mm round that he rolled between the fingers of his free hand while he grabbed two bottles of water with his free hand. When his guest would make her way in, he'd toss her the bottle, but until then he'd enjoy his lukewarm, but fresh, water.
Well allow me to throw my hat into the ring, I've been lookin' for this kind of rp.
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Dibs on being the male cheerleader.
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Jesse smiled and shook his head at the notion of him asking the girl for a favour. What he did wasn't a service or a favor, it was a necessity. Now if she wanted her scars to be taken care off, then she'd owe him a favor for the sheer amount of energy and effort it would take. "Count this as your favour," Jesse chuckled, pocketing the candy that the girl handed him, his eyes following her as she quickly moved out of the room. She seemed nice enough, perhaps they would become friends. Jesse mentally shrugged, looking back towards the professor now. The man was no longer behind his desk and seemed to be observing him, which was interesting to say the least. 'Looks like I might've caught your attention,' Jesse thought with some relief.
Jesse had no doubt that the skeleton who was previously hanging by the board was among the professor's lowest tier of summons. Jesse gave the summon a polite nod, taking the seat that the skeleton had pushed into place. The jitters Jesse had when first entering this room had long since gone and now he felt he could talk to the professor more naturally, having just halted the conversation to heal a girl that burst through the nearby window. Jesse's eyes met John's, the wheat coloured glow finally returning to his eyes. "My name's Jesse Wolfe," he answered, "You can call me either name, I go by both." Jesse wanted to ask what was so interesting about his combination, perhaps it wasn't common to have a wanderer who was without the ability to fight, though Jesse doubted John was very intimate with white magic. After all, with enough creativity anything could become a weapon, even in the hands of someone who opposed violence as much as Jesse.
"And what's your name, professor?" Jesse asked, giving a cursory glance to the skeleton, curious as to how useful the summon was. Jesse had certainly hoped that the professor's best summon wasn't a measly skeleton, but he didn't have much to go off of. Up until this afternoon, Jesse had yet to meet another wanderer. Their entire world was still a mystery to him.
Jesse had no doubt that the skeleton who was previously hanging by the board was among the professor's lowest tier of summons. Jesse gave the summon a polite nod, taking the seat that the skeleton had pushed into place. The jitters Jesse had when first entering this room had long since gone and now he felt he could talk to the professor more naturally, having just halted the conversation to heal a girl that burst through the nearby window. Jesse's eyes met John's, the wheat coloured glow finally returning to his eyes. "My name's Jesse Wolfe," he answered, "You can call me either name, I go by both." Jesse wanted to ask what was so interesting about his combination, perhaps it wasn't common to have a wanderer who was without the ability to fight, though Jesse doubted John was very intimate with white magic. After all, with enough creativity anything could become a weapon, even in the hands of someone who opposed violence as much as Jesse.
"And what's your name, professor?" Jesse asked, giving a cursory glance to the skeleton, curious as to how useful the summon was. Jesse had certainly hoped that the professor's best summon wasn't a measly skeleton, but he didn't have much to go off of. Up until this afternoon, Jesse had yet to meet another wanderer. Their entire world was still a mystery to him.
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"Yes, I suppose I could." Jesse said without looking towards her, his eyes fixated now on her torso. The hand that was against her forehead drifted to her torso, his fingers gently pressing down against her ribs just below her right breast. He wanted to be entirely sure that the rib that his diagnosis said was broken was in fact. The slight bump he felt that did not match her other ribs clued him in on the precise location of the fracture. "I'm sorry, that probably hurt a lot, but I had to be sure." he said, giving her a brief apologetic look. "You only managed to fracture one rib, so we're going to count ourselves lucky there. I'm going to do something that should patch up your rib and take care of the cuts you got coming through the window." Jesse explained as he began, wanting to involve everyone in the room with what he was doing. He was neither a student nor a recognized wanderer and he had a summon who hid in a shroud that followed him at all times and looked like death himself, so it wasn't entirely out there for people to have some distrust.
For this advanced spell, Jesse's breathing slowed until it almost reached a halt. The shine behind his golden eyes intensified to the point that sunlight seemed to spill forth from them and soon Avery would be able to feel a sudden cool shoot across her body, beginning with her fractured rib. The feeling would be reminiscent of jumping into a lake on an cool autumn eve. The feeling that would soon replace it would be akin to sitting before a crackling flame, soaking in its warmth until your flesh feels bound to ignite. Her rib would mend itself during this process and the cuts and gashes along her body would begin to seal shut, any wet blood being drawn into the wounds before they shut. "I believe I'm done," Jesse said nearly a minute after the process began, the light from his eyes fading until his golden eyes were reduced to a dull orange. Their color would return soon enough, as would he energy, but for the time being he was somewhat spent. "Charos," Jesse spoke towards the apparition, the being immediately understanding what Jesse wished in a wordless conversation. Jesse's arms slid beneath the young woman's knees and just below her shoulders as the unseen force Charos held her with dissipated. Jesse took a step towards a standing desk and placed her on it, Charos disappearing in the several moments after his service concluded. "Everything should be well," Jesse said, giving the girl a small smile before taking a small step back, "You'll wake up with some bruises tomorrow morning and a sore chest, but beyond that you should be fine."
For this advanced spell, Jesse's breathing slowed until it almost reached a halt. The shine behind his golden eyes intensified to the point that sunlight seemed to spill forth from them and soon Avery would be able to feel a sudden cool shoot across her body, beginning with her fractured rib. The feeling would be reminiscent of jumping into a lake on an cool autumn eve. The feeling that would soon replace it would be akin to sitting before a crackling flame, soaking in its warmth until your flesh feels bound to ignite. Her rib would mend itself during this process and the cuts and gashes along her body would begin to seal shut, any wet blood being drawn into the wounds before they shut. "I believe I'm done," Jesse said nearly a minute after the process began, the light from his eyes fading until his golden eyes were reduced to a dull orange. Their color would return soon enough, as would he energy, but for the time being he was somewhat spent. "Charos," Jesse spoke towards the apparition, the being immediately understanding what Jesse wished in a wordless conversation. Jesse's arms slid beneath the young woman's knees and just below her shoulders as the unseen force Charos held her with dissipated. Jesse took a step towards a standing desk and placed her on it, Charos disappearing in the several moments after his service concluded. "Everything should be well," Jesse said, giving the girl a small smile before taking a small step back, "You'll wake up with some bruises tomorrow morning and a sore chest, but beyond that you should be fine."
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Since I only have a few of Kal's posts to go by, I can't really guess Kal's posting patterns too well. Since I don't want to wait around too long, I'll work on a post and if Kal hasn't posted by then I'll just submit it.
I saw something about that when I was brewing my cs, it's a little odd of a rule but alrighty.
Thanks Insomnia, much obliged.
I saw something about that when I was brewing my cs, it's a little odd of a rule but alrighty.
Thanks Insomnia, much obliged.
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