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[Hollow Earth Aftermath] Urban Creatures: Contracts (Died of Natural Causes)

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[Hollow Earth Aftermath] Urban Creatures: Contracts (Died of Natural Causes)

@Forgiveness
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'Project:Melas' - Millenial Fracture (Dark Sci-fi, Fantasy)

Isaac Warnock

Isaac breathed a breath of relief when the other women put her gun down and only glanced at the other man that came near the others. Sensing that everything would be okay the armored man pointed his gun towards the wall and discharged the weapon. The weapon sparked and flashed with the sudden discharge, the sound of the shot didn’t echo or rumble, it just sizzled out with a bright orange spot of the metal wall. Looking satisfied that the weapon was cooled off and didn’t pose a threat the man holstered his weapon and began to walk towards them. “Sorry, once the weapon charges it has to be discharged or it will go off or possibly explode.”

The armored man stopped a few feet short of them and looked over the metal robot standing before him, “this one is probly going to get spotted and give us all away before we can get close to our objective.” He smiled, his gas mask and goggles hanging loosely around his neck, “Nice to meet the lot of you, you can call me bear. Normally I dive off the other part of the wall, but this time I guess it’s a bit different.” He said this jokingly, most of his dives were probably in the same area as theirs, but he didn’t recognize any of them.

He checked his surroundings again then looked the kid over, then the other guy, and finally took his time to look the girl over. The man didn’t really care if it was awkward or rude but her jacket was a bit impressive and it was good to know that there was another catalyst here too if anything went to hell, “but a friendly warning to all of you, I got a tip recently that the machines and creatures of the void might be more aggressive than normal. So if you were unaware now you know.” At least Gaze did warn him and even if she was wrong it would still be a reminder to keep the others on their toes.

“Well kid, by your set up I doubt you have been down where we are going, but I can assure you that whoever sent this invite has a dangerous place for us to go. So be on your guard and don’t fall behind.” He said this with a smile, again he wasn’t trying to be rude he just doesn’t like green team-mates. They brought unexpected consequences and were either a loose cannon or a wild card at best. At least by the look of the others he didn’t have to worry about them too much.

@RyuShura@Rune_Alchemist@FourthKing

'Project:Melas' - Millenial Fracture (Dark Sci-fi, Fantasy)

Ill post later today

14 Years and Counting // Walking Dead

wooo 102 posts and its only taken us a month lol

14 Years and Counting // Walking Dead

Trevor "Shadow" Stevens

Drip… Drip… Drip… The subtle sound of water dripping off his clothes continually broke his concentration on the here and now. The small drip was a bit annoying but still through this he continued to watch and listen to the others while he finished cleaning his armor. His mind drifted back to what his father had told him, the things about secrecy and careful planning, his father always had other motives for the things he did. After all, the man was sly and smart as well as violent when he felt it was necessary.

His mind drifted to the resources he had brought with him and whether he should let his anger and passion get the best of him and use these resources. His train of thought was broken when the Doc chimed in about being his doctor. Without thinking, he spoke to him, “don’t worry Doc it’s just a small sta-“ cutting himself off and looking over at Maisy, “-ab wound… Uhh yeah. I disinfected and cauterized the wound though, so it should be fine.” Trevor looked at Maisy bit his lip and shrugged. He knew he would get crap for that later, he figured the girl worried about him about the same as he worried about her.

With the commotion of Jain losing her composure Trevor took this opportunity to wring out his clothes into the bucket and start putting them back on. The confession and subsequent promotion was welcomed, he strived with authority but always seemed stifled when in full command. He finished putting his clothes on as Maisy spoke, he didn’t know what it was about her, but he sure did love the way she talked. He decided to speak after she had, “a whole lot more people could have died Jain. It ain't yer fault, I’m sure we all know shitty things happen all the time. But I can guarantee you that if we did nothing, if we just rode around the town and completely skipped it. Your people would have never forgiven you and many, many more would have died.” He paused for a moment as he slipped his chain mail on and began to fasten the leather straps on it, “you did a good job Jain, you should be proud you saved so many. Most of us can’t say the same, that we saved an entire town from destruction.”

Putting his belt and small back pack on he sighed, “So you grieve, you heal, you rest, you do what you have too. We will pick up the slack on our end, don’t you worry your pretty little face.” He checked his gear and equipment before speaking again, this time he wasn’t speaking to anyone in particular just speaking, “Everyone is entitled to their own sorrow, for the heart has no measure or form of merit, and all of it is… irreplaceable” he glanced to Maisy and gave her a soft smile before looking back to the door.

The door seemed to open for a moment and stop, then a dog and a scout walked in. Raphael, Trevor couldn’t recall the man’s position but then again he wasn’t really one to question the ranks of others for the most part. The news that the man brought though was interesting and again made him think about what he could do, “if no one else minds, I could get some of my men and me and Maisy could get the information out of the one prisoner you brought in. then me and my team could leave on horseback depending on how far away their camp is, if they have one” he crossed his arms and looked around at the others. His voice held strength and a bit more emotion than his usual monotone voice, “after we learn the location, my strike team could go and finish off the bandit threat” again he paused and thought about his plan, “I would be back tonight if I get the info quick. But I do recommend we stay here for a few days at least, even if we do take out the rest of the bandits this place seems to be lifting the morale of the troop already.”

@RumikoOhara@Poi@Polaris North@Dnafein

14 Years and Counting // Walking Dead

woo post is up

14 Years and Counting // Walking Dead

Trevor "Shadow" Stevens

The small town fell rather quiet while he walked, his pace was hampered a bit more than he thought it would. The small injury turned out to be troubling but at least nothing felt broken or ruptured in his back, one more thing to be thankful for. He could see a few troopers riding along down the road and waved at them.

The troopers rode up on him and stopped, “hey Jain wants all the leaders and supervisors to meet back at town” they looked a bit tired but otherwise looked fine except for one that looked like she had been crying.

Trevor put his sword away and looked up at the trio, “What’s the status on everyone else, I’m guessing we won?” he said as another single shot rang out in the distance.

The troopers looked among each other and seemed to be whispering, “Yeah we won, only looked like a small group got past us. But we had a couple casualty’s, April and Derrick. Only a few wounded I think.” The girl that was with them seemed distant.

With a sigh he rubbed his brow, “well that’s unfortunate, alright thanks for the info, continue your patrol and make sure the towns secure before joining back up with the others.”

The trooper nodded, “OK I’m guessing you don’t need a ride. And uh are you alright you're covered in blood” both male troopers eyed him over curiously.

The armored man paused for a moment and looked himself over, “no most of this isn’t mine and yeah I’ll walk back from here.” With a nod and a wave he headed off back toward the walled off town.

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At least the walk back was peaceful, no gunshots or screams left his thoughts to wonder back to what those troopers had said before. It was always a worrying thought to have members of an expedition lose their lives, he could only hope that their deaths were worth it. Not only did they have to keep an eye on the morale of the troop but now they had to keep an eye on those that were close to them, the people of last hope are not well suited for loss of this sort.

This time the gate was open when he got to it, he could see several of the troopers and scouts already being mobbed by some town lady’s that insisted on thanking them. None of them approached him and to be honest it was probably for the best, the last thing he needed was Masiy to come out of nowhere and kick his ass which she still might do anyway. So the man limped over towards a nearby fire, the fire was small and looked to be for cooking. Taking out a small knife he rested it so that the tip was in the coals and began to take off his field bandage.

He heard a voice behind him that sounded strangely familiar, “hey, uh sorry about earlier the mayor told me to come and apologizes to you and the others” the man was one of the ones that were on the wall earlier and was most likely responsible for their leaders injury.

“Yeah, well if you’re really sorry then you’ll go get a 5 gallon bucket of water and a couple towels or rags” he paused for a moment as his bandages were fully removed, “unless you want me to go breaking down doors looking for the well.”

The older man looked confused for a moment before wandering off, now Trevor had an unpleasant experience ahead of him. He’s done this before cauterized a wound, but it’s never an enjoyable experience. Carefully Trevor pulled out a small metal bottle about the size of his thumb and took a little of the yellow material inside out on his finger, spreading the foul smelling material over his wound he grimaced. It stung but would ultimately help, tree sap and honey was his father’s cure all disinfectant and healing salve, that you would think would smell good but never did. Next came the unfortunate part.

Sitting down next to the fire and grabbed a small stick his eye barely caught a bit of movement nearby. He had a bit of an audience, some kids were staring at him and all he could do was smile as he was about to traumatize some of them. Retrieving the blade from the fire he eyed the red-hot tip and while biting down on the stick ran the tip of the blade across his small open wound, his flesh sizzling with the heat of the blade, and he could barely stifle the low growl that escaped his mouth.

He sat there for a little while longer breathing hard and not moving as the man from earlier came back with the bucket of water, “here’s your water, and do you need anything else? Like a doctor?” the man sounded worried either about this chain mail wearing man, the smell of burning flesh, or the cringing and gagging children hanging around nearby.

“No I think I’m good. Oh wait which way to my glorious leader?” the man seemed a bit off put by Trevor and just pointed in a direction.

“We cleared out a shed for her, there is already a few others there” the man set the bucket down and dropped the rag down next to it. Eyeing the stranger over one last time the older man wandered off towards the kids shooing them off further into town.

It didn’t take long for the ever so slightly injured Trevor to find the shed the man was talking about, a couple troopers were shooting the breeze outside talking about all the girls here and which ones they could get first. “Well at least they aren’t in too rough of spirits” he thought while setting the bucket down and opening the door. Just inside the door way he could see Jain laying down with James and Maisy nearby. “O hey guys, good to see that all of you are doing OK, don’t mind me or this” motioning to his blood stained clothes and skin. “I can truthfully say that most...” pausing for a moment to look at Maisy, “of it is not mine” he smiled sheepishly and shrugged his shoulders waiting for the punch he knew he would receive eventually.

The tall man closed the door and slowly limped over to the opposite corner with his bucket in hand, “don’t mind me I just need to clean myself off.” Again he smiled nervously at Maisy before taking off his chain mail and took off his clothes opting to quickly clean off the blood and grim quickly and hoping that Maisy wouldn’t make a big deal about his injured leg that for the time being wasn’t bleeding. After cleaning himself off he went to cleaning off his clothes, sitting down with his clothes drip drying off of any small little edge or hook he set to work with the smaller rag and began to clean off his chain mail.

Occasionally he would check his leg and eventually spoke up, “towns secure, ran into a small group of the thugs and one got lucky. I’m assuming that you’re all aware of the casualty’s on the hill, April and Derek.” He paused for a moment looking between them, “it’s a shame really but so far the troopers in town either don’t know or don’t care and are focusing on the local lady’s” his voice was rather mono tone, he wasn’t quite sure what the general feel for the two they lost today would be. “The leader of these bandits seemed to have run off when the Calvary charged I think anyways. With your permission I would like to interrogate the thug you brought in earlier and if able have me and my strike team go in and take out the threat.” He may have been speaking out of turn, but he was still rather upset.

@Poi@RumikoOhara

'Project:Melas' - Millenial Fracture (Dark Sci-fi, Fantasy)

@Excal
in case your wondering Gaze is the 5 year old.

'Project:Melas' - Millenial Fracture (Dark Sci-fi, Fantasy)

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