A Brave New World (Full)

[xXxMotchiUotanixXx]

Lynn looked at the monk who'd just killed more soldiers than she knew she could have. Her
memory was failing her...what had just been going on? She shook it out of her mind, clearing it
for searching the monk's. So...he's...afraid of guns? He likely just won't admit it, she thought,
before seeing Jeremiah being half dissected with a claw and a knife...

Then, far out into another area of cave, came a sharp clank, then a dying moan, and a hard smack on the floor. A small icy being bounded towards her from that direction, appearing over a
ledge, jumping off, and then skipping -if a dragon could be known to skip- to her feet, where it
sat happily, lips pulled back in a friendly grin.

Lynn looked down at it suspiciously. "And what is this?" she wondered aloud, not expecting it
to reply.

"I'm not an 'it' ma'am."

Her look turned from suspicious to shocked. "Forgive me...I didn't expect you to know what I
was saying."

"And that gives you right to call me an 'it'?"

"Uhm, well, no, but I-"

It interrupted. "Just shut up and say I'm in this group."

[_Nialla_Daugherty]

Daphene looked up at Jerimiah's shoulders. Her knife began cutting away the sleeve that was bloodied. Tossing the useless material aside, she grabbed another cloth to wipe this shoulder off. When she finished, she began the process all over again, her knife painfully digging into muscles and already torn flesh. The projectile was easier to retrieve this time, and managed to avoid any bones. She stretched the wound with the knife as her claw scratched away at the projectile. Finally grabbing it, she tossed that one aside as well and grabbed the canteen of water once more, she cleaned the wound of any remaining shrapnel.

As she was bandaging up the wound, she smirked at Jerimiah. "That's a trooper!" she teased, patting him on the head. She helped him to his feet and she dusted herself off. Reaching into her bag of goodies, she pulled out one of the two grenades. "Are we all ready?" she asked as she examined the explosive in her paw.

[Panther King Decari]

Pierre snickered when he heard Jerimiah's muffled howl. "Come on! You're tougher than that! Don't let a few measly bullets get you so worked up!" His laughter quickly turned to grunts of pain as his own injuries flared with pain at that exact moment.Clearly, he too had sustained his own share of wounds during the battle, though he couldn't for the life of him remember exactly when he had gotten them, or why they hadn't bothered him up until now. A sharp stab of pain in the crook of his left arm told him that he had gained a bullet wound there. His fur was matted with dried blood, not all of which was that of his enemies. Ugly bruises and gashes covered his arms, and he could feel that he had more than one bruised rib. His pants were shredded in places, and from many of those rips, his own blood still flowed. "Looks like I'll need some tending too, sweetheart!" he called to Daphene, who was busy with Jerimiah.

[Yezzic]

"Well well, look who's a hypocrit!" Jerimiah yelled after Pierre. He knew his friend was even more arrogant than him and laughed quickly. He then turned to Daphene and said "Thanks, if it weren't for you I'd be bleeding out in the dirt, or at least, I'd be worse for wear." He tested his leg and it supported his weight with only a slight ache. His shoulder, though, would prevent him from doing any heavy lifting or climbing anytime soon.

"I'll take this and start working," he said, as he took the grenades from Daphene's grasp. He was going to put them near the entrance and shoot one from a distance and detonate them all at once, blowing a sizeable enough hole for them to exit from hopefully.

[_Nialla_Daugherty]

Daphene's ears flattened and a glare stained her eyes as she looked over at Pierre's general direction. She could smell several different scents including his own all over his body.

She turned back to Jerimiah and nodded in approval then headed towards Pierre's direction. She could clearly see the bullet wound in his arm, but looked up at him and said in a serious tone, "Where else were you hit and possibly have a bullet wedged in your flesh?" Her bloodied knife from Jerimiah's wounds was still gripped in her hand.

[Vishra Shae]

Fajin was filling his lungs again and it gave of a rattling sound. "Could you use by abilities to aid in your destruction?" he asked Jerimiah who was preparing to blow the hole in a wall with strange spheres. "Perhaps my blast and your things could be used together," Fajin's tone was one of slight anxiety. He was not sure what to expect from their weird orbs, but if their weapons had taught him anything was that the size of the object didn't matter.

[Panther King Decari]

"Only in my arm babe. The rest of me's pretty sore, but I think I was lucky enough to only get hit once. Pretty lucky, eh?. What about you? Did you take any shots? Oh, and then there's Faijin. He's pretty banged up too." He sniffed the air as Daphene approached. "Mmm, seems like you have taken a few knocks. Your blood smells delicious! But seriously, tend to your own wounds next. We can't have our leader bleeding out before we reach the Surface, now can we?"

[Yezzic]

Jerimiah had finished planting the grenades and thought for a moment... And had the idea all set out. "Alright, after Daphene finishes up with Pierre over there, I'm going to shoot these grenade, which will cause an explosion with fragmentation of about eleven meters, and a concussion of about four or five," he explained, showing where the frag, then concussion would be to warn the monk, "If you can project your blast at the grenades as soon as they explode, you may blow away all the rubble that could fall, thus making a larger and easier to fit through escape point." he waited for the signal that the monk understood.

[Vishra Shae]

Fajin nodded not quite understanding how it would help but understanding what he had to do. He quickly inhaled as much air as his back lungs could hold. This blast would not be nearly as powerful as the last one but it would have to suffice Fajin was fatigued, these screams took a lot out of him.

"So I wait until they do whatever it is they do and then I blow the wall with my blast, sounds simple enough," he said trying to sound as competent as he could.

[Yezzic]

"Basically; Just, if you can, get behind something, because just one piece of metal flying from this can cause a lot of problems, and it will have already attracted attention so we'll need to get out as soon as possible," he said, "Just wait for Daph to take the bullet out of Pierre's arm. The concussion could cause here to mess up and cut him more than she already is going to."

Jerimiah then took cover behind a stalactite formation, and motioned for the monk to follow. It was close enough that the monk's lung blast could blow away the rubble while being out of the main shrapnel distance. He then took out his rifle and carved into the handle "Property of Jerimiah S. Aronnly: If you're reading this, look up and say 'hi!' for me or one of my friends."

He laughed at his joke a little and readied it to shoot at the grenades; he slowed his breathing and shut one eye as he pulled the lever back on the rifle, then pushed another shell into place. He loved lever-action rifles.

[Vishra Shae]

Fajin followed the non-verbal directions given to him and walked calmly behind the rock formation. His rattle had slowed as he continued to breathe in but at a slower pace. He was ready and o so willing to get out of this place. The wound in his arm ave another dull shoot of pain. He knew of herbs and plant that could help his wound but first he needed to get out.

Fajin's mind shot back to why he came to this god forsaken place. He was wondering whether or not the hellish storm had yet to stop. This should be fun he thought to himself waiting for the moment.

[xXxMotchiUotanixXx]

Lynn braced for the terrible noise. Her ears were still ringing from the earlier blast, and her head
spinning from the sudden new guest added in with Pierre and everything else happening. She
hoped things would be quieter on the surface; this was becoming tiresome, and mostly in a
physical aspect. Everything ached: her neck, her back, her legs...even her toes and fingers, and
the skin binding the fingers of her wings. She knew she was probably just being a baby...


Toughen up already. There won't be the luxuries you had before when you get to the surface. But
hey, you'll be free... That's what matters.

[_Nialla_Daugherty]

Shaking her head, Daphene reached into the bag and grabbed a cloth, shoving it in Pierre's mouth. "You're a lot more tolerable when you're... not talking," she smirked. "Besides, these are just a few scrapes. I don't have a bullet in me," she trailed off, reaching in her bag for another cloth to wipe the wound.

After the wound was clean, she decided to lightly push Pierre to a wall to minimize squirming. She slowly straightened his arm before she began the procedure. Weilding a clean knife, she began her excavation, tearing flesh in order for her claw to reach in and extract the bullet. Blood poured down Pierre's arm and stained Daphene's fur. After she had reached for the bullet, she proceeded with the cleaning procedure, and promptly wrapped the wound.

"As for your side," she began, cleaning her knives, "I really don't think my knives will be able to fix that." She yanked the the cloth out of Pierre's mouth and tossed it aside, shaking her hand to rid of any "cooties".

With that, Daphene jogged to some nearby stalagmites as Jerimiah had instructed.

[Jack_Of Avalon]

Captain Spaceman-

-Commander Carver

"Are we almost through Harvey?" John was outside of the lander now. Harvey was controlling the machine remotely from orbit. It was a useful function for the AI to have and meant he did not have to attend to all repetitive tasks himself.

"We are close now but we are reaching the edge of the drill's depth," John cursed at this revelation.

"Great, just what we need, another problem," he muttered to himself and resumed scanning the horizons for any sign of trouble. Just because there had been nothing openly hostile so far did not mean that nothing hostile would come along, it paid to be vigilante in such a strange land.