Peaceless

Experimental Army

It was a team effort! Team efforts are awesome.

Experimental Army

Experimental Army

Felice & Ezekiel

The room became increasingly crowded, in more ways than one. Indeed, those who filled in later than the rest seemed to take all of the space around them. Staring at the twitching, bounded guy on the floor. Ezekiel saw him in more ways than one - more specifically, he was a metaphor. For all of them.

The big teenager looked at the rest of the room's inhabitants. They have all noticed him, haven't they? Some observed for a while and lost interest, and the others just watched. Waiting for it to develop, to see what the chained human will do. It all suddenly became familiar to Ezekiel, as he had witnessed this more than once, in school. The new kid. Everyone wanted to see if the new kid floats or drowns. And just like back then, a realization hit him: None of them understood that they were all a team.

For a few moments, Ezekiel was fighting against the all-too-familiar wall of social anxiety, unable to get up and do anything. But once the girl entered the room, showing a different side of the metaphor, he let his survival instinct take over and smash through his fear like it was cobwebs. He threw the guards an apprehensive look and rose from his seat, perhaps more dramatically than he had intended.

"Hey," he said quietly, bending over the sitting young man. "Hey, you're safe, come on, can you stand?" He put a hand on the guy's arm. But having been very occupied with his very loud vocal assertions of just what he thought of the crazed scientist and his unjust decisions as well as unable to see anything around him, the loud boy did not take kindly to the contact that interrupted his shouting. "Lasciami! Scemo! Nessuno èd al sicuro qui! Portarà via tutti! Mostri! Il tizio e tutti sono mostri!" Pulling away angrily from the offered attempt at comfort, he continued his yelling for the restitution he would likely not be receiving any time soon.

Ezekiel was at a loss. The new kid was definitely distressed, but he couldn't understand if it was of the inhabitants of the room or for them. It hit him that this reaction was not seen on any of the others. In fact, weren't they all given a choice to be here, like himself? But one look at the leather girl near the scientist, and at the passive figure surrounded by guards in the corner, made him realize this whole thing might be much more complicated than it seemed.

But his moment was coming to an end. He suddenly became highly aware of himself, and highly embarassed, his anxiety clawing back up from its pit. The effect of adrenaline on it was always short. The new kid was shouting at him now, wasn't he? A feeling that he was out of place began suffocating him. This was a job for the group leader, wasn't it? But the rest of the prisoners were losing interest in the new kid. And the guards seemed to be slowly gaining it. He wanted to swear at the guy for putting him in this position, to kick him while he's weak, wallowing on the floor.

He gritted his teeth. This feeling of sudden aggression at the weak for being weak triggered something else. With a fluid, accurate motion, Ezekiel stepped forward and to the side, and whipped the blindfold off the new kid's face. He also unknowingy gained a Darwin award, by not reading any comics that had people shooting plasma outta their face when someone takes away their glasses. And true enough, the moment the blindfold was removed, a deadly searing glare cut right through the unobstructed space to the much larger male, sending him reeling. Thankfully, it didn't seem to be in a literal sense this time, though the bright amber color of the eyes revealed could have been convincing otherwise with the sheer anger that glowed in them. The chained youth stared defiantly for a second, still growling, before glancing around to see the others in the room. Other experiments.

Sacrifices. Just like they wanted from the other one.

Catching Vlad's position more exactly without the cloth in the way, he let out a loud snarl before ignoring the others completely and attempting to rise to his feet. Stumbling slightly at first, both from the inability to use his arms and the chains connecting the rings on his legs to keep them from moving too far from each other, it took him a second to re-position his feet underneath him so he could just push himself straight up. "Non lo puoi tenermi lontano. Lui è mio! Non puoi tenerli!"

Ezekiel gave the new kid a last, sad look before returning to his chair. He wondered if the scientist met him before, but it was all in the back of his mind now. This brief exchange exhausted him, and he wished he'd have some metal thing, his guitar or just some alone time with a book to return the lost energies.

Experimental Army

@ViolentViolet Tell me, do you bleed?

The Lamentaion of Corillia (Warhammer 40k space marine RP)

"Nature," the tall, robed astartes said while looking at the sky, his smile apparent in his voice. He inhaled deeply, but suddenly his face distorted and he let out a short coughing fit. "Haha, the cold gets to you, eventually, with age."

He smiled down at the EMTs who were exiting one of the makeshift warehouses with him, after a careful inventory check of medical and other emergency supplies. They smiled back, uncomfortably. He was not a doctor, but his experience was just right for planning the best evacuation routes, supply mobilization routes and guidelines, and proper warehouse inventory distribution throughout the area where the forces on Corillia were to make their stand against Chaos. He also knew his presence alone gave these people their spirits back. They were no longer fighting against the inevitable, prolonging a highly volatile and temporary existence just to choose between a fast or a slow death. It gave him great pride to have this part in the upcoming battle, but deep down he wished none of them were here. These battles are best fought as Space Marines versus the Black Legion. Astartes could be fixed, could be saved. He had little to no tools for saving humans.

Which is why he silently resisted cursing the name of the Mortificators as he made his way towards one of the warehouses where his gear was stashed. The death of any human on this planet is on their hands. Directly. They had no real reason to leave. He couldn't decide if it was cowardice or apathy that could've guided such an action. His glaive, a long-shafted modification used for piercing the armor of large enemies, was meant only to protect the lives of men. What were the Mortificators' swords for?

He felt this melancholy creep into his heart, and forcefully shook it off. The last piece of his armor auto-bolted into place, he gave the glaive a few powerful swings to get the blood flowing while a full systems test was running, then proceeded to manually check his medical gear. It wasn't heavily modified, but heavily personalized, as the Apothecary was a firm believer that the extra time and effort to make everything fit just right was worth the countless hours of comfortable use afterwards. He followed this rule in all aspects of his life.

When he was done, he brushed his fingers through his wavy gray hair before bolting on his left gauntlet. Now comes the truly exciting part. A short walk later, he entered the cathedral, his multi-sensored helmet under his arm and his weapons and medical gear folded on his back and sides. A wide smile stretched his face.

The Lamentaion of Corillia (Warhammer 40k space marine RP)

Today is the memorial day for all the fallen soldiers of the IDF. It also reminds me how I hated the Guardsmen and their suicide tactics in the WH40k strategy games.

This game isn't going to be easy for me...

The Lamentaion of Corillia (Warhammer 40k space marine RP)

Roll 1d6 to determine how many seconds the PDF lasts for when the invasion starts.

@Ozymandias

T__T

Experimental Army

Okay. You just haven't said it like that before so I wanted to make sure I am not missing anything.

Experimental Army

The strange scientist/janitor apparition broke Ezekiel free from his hungry trance. The man's appearance was so contradictive compared to the soldiers, it was enough to break the teen away from his brooding as well. Here was something undercover, off the records, as legal as a chemical weapon. Despite himself, Ezekiel was intrigued. And his way to redemption definitely passed through a project that will utilize his power for the good of his country.

He looked around the room properly for the first time. It was quite large compared to the amount of people in it, which made the orange jumpsuits stand out even more. These were his team-mates, he realized. Criminals like him whose usefulness to the state outweighed their crimes. Most of them looked completely normal, but then again, so did he. As he was thinking this, he realized his eyes were stuck on the back of the cat-girl's head, and it took real effort to look away, at the tables.

With comic relief deserving a pre-recorded clap, the silence was broken by an impressively loud grumble coming from his massive gut. Embarassed but well-aware of his body, Ezekiel quickly took a seat at the table in front of some harmless-looking food, which unfortunately was quite close to where cat-kid was sitting. He quickly spread some butter on a tosted piece of bread, threw smoked sardines on it, completed the sandwitch with tomatos and another piece of toast, and then was about to get up and get the hell away. Something told him doing that would be more embarassing though, so he sat down, threw an apologetic glance at Werekitty, and began eating the samdwitch with large bites.

His eyes eventually returned to the scientist. For now, the complete and total lack of metal in the hall went over his head.

Experimental Army

@KatherinWinter So I can assume nothing is made of metal in the room? Table legs? Wall supports? Tags or badges on the guards? Cutlery? Nothing at all?

@GhostReaper A fellow mechanic, eh? Wonderful :-)