Voltus_Ventus

Withering Dreams of Viel (Steampunk-esque Street Urchin Roleplay)

Pierrot started to laugh hysterically at the words of the taller urchin "HAHAHA! Don't you understand? nothing can change this war, we are to deep to climb out now," and Pierrot knew he was telling the truth, so long he had sent lying to people, telling them it will be over soon to get their spirits up but now finally truth, "keep throwing your stones boy," he said, "you will die to bullet and I...", Pierrot just glared into the boy' eyes for a second, behind the urchins was thinly vailed rage and behind Pierrot's was nothing but exhaustion. He was tired, everything that happened in the last 5 minutes putting a huge emotional drain on him, he felt hollow, flat one could say. "I want you to kill me," he finally finished, "I'm tired, my lungs are broken and the doctor says I won't live 30, just end it now please."

Withering Dreams of Viel (Steampunk-esque Street Urchin Roleplay)

The words be more careful rang in his head like a bell as he stared blankly down the ally infront of him, his brain still registering the situation, then everything clicked.
"Be careful? BE FLIPPIN' CAREFUL?!" he roared at the urchin, Pierrot got to his feet and grabbed the boy by the shirt, "Who are you to tell me to be careful?! Mr."oh I'm just going to throw a rock at a soldier and become a hero! Well news flash, that rock of yours will never change the world! If anything you've made it worse!", during Pierrot's time as a quasi-priest one could say, he never had the chance to vent anger, he had to be calm and considerate listening to people's problems and never voicing his own and at that moment, standing infront of the urchin with his fast wrapped around his shirt he finally did it. He started to cool down and let go, "you can't stop bloodshed with more bloodshed," he groaned, turning away from the boy and clutching himself, "it will only ever cause more..."

Fallout - Mr V Series: The Rescue of courier SIx

Who die? He die?

Withering Dreams of Viel (Steampunk-esque Street Urchin Roleplay)

Put little posty thing to show what 'appens next bruv.

Withering Dreams of Viel (Steampunk-esque Street Urchin Roleplay)

Peirrot must have looked insane staring down the barrel of the soldier's pistol, steely eyed, without flinching. When he finished his sentence he could see the color drain from the soldier's face as his eyes widened in shock, 'he didn't expect that from a child' he thought to himself hoping that the man would put his gun down. Slowly the military man did, his hand shaking as he slipped his gun back into place by his side.
"I'm going to Hell anyway kid," he said forlornly, "but I don't want to hear god tell me I shot a child.", with that he turned around and walked down to where the group of soldiers were once and called out, "I can't find 'im, let's get back to the others!", the group of armed men converged and left the ally way.
Pierrot's heart was thumping in his chest as he slipped to the floor, 'I could have died!' he was screaming in his head, he started to hyperventilate and clutched at his chest.
"I could have died!" he wheezed, this time aloud, looking in all directions wide eyed to insure that the world around him was real. Slowly he got his bairings and calmed down, he knocked the door behind him with his head because he didn't have the metal strength to get up, "He's gone. You can cone out now." he called to the other urchin behind the door.

Withering Dreams of Viel (Steampunk-esque Street Urchin Roleplay)

im assuming so

Anthem(Cyberpunk/Sci-fi)

Or tongue, depending on how "special" they are.

Withering Dreams of Viel (Steampunk-esque Street Urchin Roleplay)

I think my post will ensure my meeting with Billy!

Immortal Fear (Zombie-esque Horror Survival)

I don't want to type my post again but I must!

Withering Dreams of Viel (Steampunk-esque Street Urchin Roleplay)

He woke up startled, the thumping of drums and the loud blare of brass throwing him from his sleep -and almost off the ledge he slept on, he yawned and smacked his lips, leaning forward he looked through the window to see a large military procession. Troops marched in single file, the brass of their steamrifles glinting in the headlights of the giant steel walkers of the mechanized cavalry, Peirrot stared at them indifferently, he knew they were bad but what could he do to stop the war? He jumper down from his perch onto some sacfold and climbed his way down, retrieving his satchel from a peg by the large gates.
"let's go for a walk shall we?" he mumbled to himself, pushing past the wrought iron gates into the cobbled streets of Viel, he followed behind the parade, however at some distance -he didn't want a face full of scalding steam from one of the walker's exhaust ports.
They neared the center of town when the procession slowed, as they neared the square of the city a walker at the edge of the formation smacked a woman who was in the way and sent her end over end through the air, like throwing a rag doll. He rushed to where the woman lay, in a crumpled head leaning on a wall and kneeled next to her. She was a young lady possibly in her twenties, her face was covered in small circular burns, 'she must have worked at a lead smeltery' he thought to himself, the small burn marks evidence that the metal spat at her, Pierrot shook his head and checked her nose to see if she was breathing. It was shallow, and it was ragged but it was a breath none the less, he was going to pick her up and find her a clinic when a voice called out behind him.
"Boy! Don't touch that woman!", Peirrot turned around to see a masked officer, "Move child!" he barked, pushing Pierrot aside, he bent down and pushed the woman's ribs, she shrieked in pain and started to sob hysterically.
"How will I work?!" she cried to know one in particular, "How can I look after momma?! How?! How?! Ho-."
BANG.
Peirrot found himself coated in blood, the lead factor woman's blood, he started to quake and turned to face the officer his eyes wide in shock. The officer was already walking away, blowing the steam from his pistol and reholstered it, the man couldn't have been calmer strolling away, 'cruel bast- idiot', he leaned over the woman's corpse and with a shaky hands closed her eye lids, wiping her tear stained cheek dry as he retracted his hand, he was going to shout at the comissar bit something else took his attention. Gun shots echoed through the streets ahead of him, Pierrot's head snap to the side to see what was going on, a boy, slightly older than him was running away from a group of armed soldiers that were firing at him, sending wafts of steam into the air as their lead tried to hit the child. Pierrot went flying down the road as the soldiers chased the other urchin, he elbowed his way through the crowd and into the back streets, keeping the military men in view. He was panting heavily and wheezing with every breath, the years of working in the quarry and inhaling dust and furnace fumes showing their consequence when he ran.
The soldiers had gotten ahead of him and by the time he reached them they were standing around and scratching their heads -which was strange because they were wearing helmets.
"Fan out!" called the one that looked to be in charge, "we'll find 'im yet." and they did, filtering through the streets. Pierrot saw the child duck into a crumbling house and shut the door behind him, loud enough for one of the soldiers to hear. The masked troop crept towards the door, his steps noiseless as he approached the house. 'No.' Pierrot told himself. He bolted past the man and stood infront of the door, his arms out stretched to stop the soldier reaching around him, then he felt the cool metal barrel of his gun pressed against his head. He turned to look at the man holding the gun to his skull.
"If you kill me," Pierrot began, staring the man down, "I will be in heaven. And when you die and you will. You will burn in Hell.