Unnamed Modern/Tribal RP (Posts welcome)

[Intoxicated Tentacles]

((Finally starting this year old RP! Beware, my character is very vulgar. Don't be intimidated by my large opening posts. I usually don't type half of that. Also, I will respond to this even when Octrollber is over, so don't avoid posting just because the month is up!))

Once upon a time and all that jazz, things were simple. Yeah, you heard me right – a long time ago, like centuries past, nobody gave a flyin’ ******** about anything. Well, I mean, not EXACTLY, but people didn't do things like we do today. We trolls used to be a big happy family. Our tribes lived side by side and never fought. Life had a set pattern: eat, screw, sleep, repeat. It couldn't have been simpler. We were satisfied with how it was.

But of course, some morons always come along and spoil it for everyone else. In this case, it was some jackass ice troll chief named Firne and a desert troll named Thyre. Firne was a crotchety old b*****d that liked everything to stay the same, even if problems came from the way things were being done. If it hadn't killed our race off by now, he figured it couldn't hurt to let it stay the same. Then there was Thyre, who was really smart and wanted to improve everything. Thyre tried to present his ideas to Firne, but Firne wouldn't listen, not even for a goddamn second. Both trolls told other tribe leaders about their ideals. Sides were taken. There were a lot of angry debates. Eventually, people started killing to prove their points. War broke out.

When the fighting stopped, the leaders split their camps up across the globe to avoid future problems. Those that followed Firne never stopped living that simple, ancient lifestyle; they became the feral trolls. The trolls that followed Thyre learned how to change their lives through invention and application; they became modern trolls, like my parents and me.

It’s funny, if you think about it. Somethin’ so small and petty changed everything.
 

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((Rex's profile can be found here.))

“Come on you piece of s**t. Move. MOVE!” he growled as he shook it.
It was no use. There was no response from the leg, not even a twitch. He didn’t understand everything about the prosthetic, but he could tell that there was no chance of him moving it right now. Landing in a puddle after a leap from a third story window did not help the workings of such objects.

He cursed and leaned back against the dumpster, tilting his head skyward with a sigh. Light rain began to fall, and he made no effort to move. The coolness of the rain was welcomed against his hot, bruised skin. He closed his eyes and started to laugh cynically. How had a routine weapons deal come to this?

One minute, Rex had been closing a damn good deal, and the next there had been gunpowder in the air. He’d seen it coming, of course. Hemani, the leader of a frost troll gang, usually sent an attractive female or frail male troll to talk weapons. This time she’d sent two burly males, both packing significant heat. The second he’d seen the men on his security camera, Rex had flipped the safety off on his leg and burned all sensitive documents. By the time they’d reached his door, the incinerator had been hidden behind its picture frame again and the fake documents had been placed in his desk.

He let them in and welcomed them jovially, talking as though everything was normal. He gave them cigars. They began stating what they needed for their gang. It was almost as if they were legitimately looking to do business.

However, there were plenty of hints at other intentions. They declined his offer to sit down. One of them could not stop looking at his gun leg. As Rex paced about the room, they never turned away from him. He spoke with accompanying hand movements, and whenever his hand touched his leg or even moved near it, both trolls would jump ever so subtly.

Rex knew that they would only bluff for so long. He was ready for it. So, he described in great detail the armaments he had in his storage facility. They seemed to become very restless, as if he was close to giving them what they wanted. When he opened his desk drawer, acting as if he was retrieving some sensitive material, they drew their weapons and opened fire.

His hands gripping the drawer, Rex flipped the massive desk for cover. He turned and jumped for through the window, aiming to land on the fire escape…

…and overshot his landing entirely. He fell three stories on to the asphalt below, his landing cushioned only by a deep puddle and his prosthetic leg. It hurt. Damn, it hurt. He rested there for a moment, completely still, until he heard one of the trolls grunt to the other that Rex looked dead.

Then, he tried to move. At that point, the prosthetic was still sort of working, though it took much effort to bend it. He managed to sweat, swear, and snarl his way four blocks before the leg gave up entirely.

Now, here he was, resting behind a dumpster in an alley. He knew that the men would come looking for him when they couldn't find his body. He needed to escape, but his gun leg was next to impossible to move without some sort of help. After a moment of desperate thought, he removed his belt and used the dumpster to push himself to his feet. He wrapped the belt around the leg and took the ends of the belt in a hand. Using his other hand to balance himself against the wall, he lifted his leg and began to move slowly in the direction of the city limits.  

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Zevi poked her head out from behind the tree, she was she could see the city from where she hid and couldn't help but want to postpone her trip into it. It looked so dark compared to the bright snows of home, more unwelcoming than she had imagined. Placing a hand on the bandaged stump of what was once her right arm she could feel the warmth and wet of the blood soaking through the bandages. "I'm going to bleed out if I don't get to a healer soon..." With one end of the bandage in her mouth she used her left arm to remove the old, and quickly re-bandage the stump tightly to try and slow the bleeding.

Leaning against the tree Zevi placed her hand over her face trying to steady her nerves, she had heard so many stories of how cruel the city trolls could be to their feral cousins, especially now that the cities were expanding and leaving less and less room for the tribes to occupy "I guess I can't exactly go back now." she muttered silently to herself.
 

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Damn, this thing got heavier by the moment. Rex was used to heavy lifting of course - what with carrying guns around all the time - but when sore, tired, broken, wet and mildly panicked, his leg felt like a lead weight. He fell against a boulder at the tree line, letting the leg go limp.

"Friggin' hell, this thing needs a manual function..." he growled, smacking the dented bit a few times with a rock he found lying on the ground.

He sat there, pondering what to do next. He wasn't generally welcomed by his mechanic due to...well, personal conflicts, but that would probably be his best bet. First though, he needed to find transportation. The mechanic's shop was not far from here by vehicle, but on foot with one proper leg would be a nightmare of a walk. Rex snorted, wondering if maybe...

Wait. He smelled something. He lifted his nose to the air and snuffed a bit. Yes, there it was. Mm, blood. But he hadn't been bleeding last he'd checked. He sniffed again and looked about. Female blood, and not the good kind. Someone was hurting worse than him.

Yes, he could hear a heartbeat nearby. Faint, but there.

"Ay! I can smell you and hear you, missie. If you're able, come on out!" he growled, his hackles going up just a bit. After all, he was near the border. If she was an injured feral, she might be hungry...  

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Zevi jumped, inhaling sharply upon hearing a loud banging sound so close to her. Pressing herself closer to the tree in an attempt to hide herself from who or whatever was so close to her. She scowled to herself for not having learned to use anything other than a bow which, currently, was utterly useless to her. Once he called out to her she knew it was a troll, which only served to rack her nerves even more. "What if I ain't?" she shouted, not really bothering to hide her position. If he could smell her, and hear her then even if she said nothing he could find her. Zevi grabbed her bow and got it ready to swing it at the unknown 'visitor' in case he came around the tree.
 

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Rex snorted and shook his head. Well, that was great. He was injured, she was injured. This was either a very good thing or a very bad thing.

"Then that makes the pair of us," he admitted. "I've got a bad leg."

He could hear her accent, but until he saw her he couldn't be sure. She sounded like a foreigner...perhaps from another town? No...something else.

He leaned a bit to look around behind him, but from this angle he couldn't see a thing.

"Misjudged a landing and I'm paying for it," he elaborated with a groan.  

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Zevi pushed herself off the tree and tossed her bow out towards where the voice sounded to be coming from, a show that she didn't plan on attacking, hoping that he would have the same courtesy to her. "I had a....disagreement with the rest of my tribe." she turned and stepped out from behind the tree. She was short compared to any troll, only standing at 5ft tall.

"They didn't like the idea of me leaving, so they....." she pressed her lips together and looked down at her stump, the blood was already starting to soak through "I guess you can see the result of a crossed tribe without me sayin'." turning her gaze towards him, the clothing threw her off for a second, it was human style clothing but he was definitely a troll, Zevi forced her eyes away from the metal leg and onto his face when she realized she had been staring at it.
 

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As the female tossed the bow away, Rex sighed inwardly. Ahh, good. She was as uninterested in fighting as he was... at least for the moment. However, seeing her weapon of choice lit new concerns in his currently muddled brain.

She was a feral troll, a term often equated to undomesticated wildlife. Ferals were smart enough, but not adjusted and unfriendly in regards to modern life. In his experience they were dangerous to work with, yet wars had driven many tribes to accept modern help. Still other tribes made it a point to harass city trolls - entire sections of the city outskirts were off limits due to poisoned arrows finding their ways into the backs of unsuspecting citizens. It was unnerving that he might be facing off against a feral troll, unarmed no less. However, it was his policy to never take situations at face value; he would give her a chance.

Rex looked up at her as she moved into view. She was a little troll, smaller than him. Were it not for her proportions he would have thought she was a kid. Her height suggested weak genetics, but she appeared healthy apart from her blooded arm. Pretty, too.

Well, may as well break the ice. He exhaled and gave a thunderous laugh, motioning to his leg. "I'd throw my weapon down too, but that's a bit harder for me to do. Don't be scared though, ma'am - it's broken. Can't even move the piece of dung."

He groaned, strained and squinted his eyes shut, trying to stand, but couldn't find the willpower to move just yet. Hell, he wasn't even that bruised yet he was having more trouble standing than this injured sprout of a woman! Shameful.

He sighed and looked up at her. "I don't blame you for runnin' here then. We've got good doctors for sure. Say, we're both in a pinch here I think - how abouts we work together to find one? I know a good one who owes me a favor."  

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Since he hadn't attacked her on site she figured his suggestion was a better plan than going in blind, and she couldn't risk passing up the opportunity to see someone that might be able to fix her arm, or at the least stop the bleeding. "It's alright, I just didn't want you to attack me, figured you'd see the weapon before the reason it's useless."

Zevi moved towards the sitting troll "I'm Zevi, and I didn't come here because of my arm." she said reaching down to pull him up onto his feet "My arm is the way it is because I chose to come here. Though, a doctor does still sound like a great idea."

She hoped where they were going was close, at this point she wasn't sure if she could stay conscious, up until now the need to survive had pushed her this far along, but that road wouldn't last forever.
 

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Rex took her offered hand and delicately used her for balance, relying mostly on his good leg and thick tail to push himself to his feet. Once he was stable, he let go of her and stretched some.

"Well, other tribes mighta' offered you assistance as well. But it's been a while since I've heard about inter-tribal relations myself," he admitted. "Anyway, there's time to talk about that later. First we have to adjust that tourniquet of yours, or I'll be dragging both of us to the doc."

He removed his shirt and tie, then proceeded to tear the shirt just so in order to fit it properly on her stump. He was very involved in the process for a moment before pausing and grinning sheepishly at her.

"Er...I should'a asked first, but may I?"  

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Letting go of the talk of tribes for now, Zevi was going along with the city troll, he had been kind to her so far, but she didn't want to say anything that could put them in danger just in case. "Go for it, it'll be a lot better than what I was able to do."

Once he was done fixing her crap shot job she moved it around to see how it felt, although it looked more like pathetic wiggling. "I shouldn't laugh because this damn near killed me, but funny is funny..." she said laughing a bit and, finally, managing to smiling back.

Zevi turned an began towards the city, making to keep a slow enough pace just in case he had any trouble with his busted leg "So, which way to this doctor of yours?" she inquired looking back towards him, subconsciously she noted his heavy-looking metal leg and wrapped her tail around her waist to avoid having it stepped on.
 

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Rex delicately unwrapped her original tourniquet, surveying the damage only lightly. Desert trolls held the belief that staring at an open wound was impolite, as it could indicate strong bloodlust. A glance was all it took, however, for him to know that she would die without a doctor's attention soon. He tossed the old bandage aside and wrapped a portion of the shirt around the stump. The blood soaked through the first layer easily, so he applied a second. He slid his tie around the end of the stump, then tightened it as needed in order to cut off the circulation before tying it off entirely. Then, he met her eyes briefly, his own glinting with apology.

"Sorry for the pain. Call me Rex, or Red if you want."

He used the remainder of his shirt to dry his hands of blood before looking around to take in their position.

"Funny as it may look, it's killing you quicker than you know. We gotta get moving. Doc Magi is...six blocks from here, so let's-" he began to walk but instead stumbled into the side of a building, smacking his horns and nose on brick. His gun leg was not bending on command. "...aaaand my leg isn't cooperatin' right now. ******** punched the wall irritably (the pain only serving to irritate him more), then snarled at the sky. "Change my luck already, for ******** sake!"

After his miniature tantrum was over, he took an exasperated breath and looked to her. "Gonna need someone to lean on, or we aren't going anywhere..."  

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"Doesn't hurt nearly as much as it did when they cut it off." she said, maybe fibbing a little bit. "then again, I'm pretty sure it was also broken when they cut it off." Zevi's eyes were wandering all over the city, there were a few shops that had their flashing signs going, she wouldn't look at them long since they kept giving her spotted vision.

moving back over to him as quickly as she could, she thought about making a joke about not beating on it, though decided against it upon hearing that his luck had been going south recently. "If I weren't half dead right now, I'd probably be able to carry you as long as you told me where to go..." zevi smiled up at him, hoping to bring his mood up. Once Rex was leaned against her she began the walk towards the doctor, making sure to stay stride-locked so he didn't become unbalanced and fall over.
 

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"Yeah, I hear tribes aren't too gentle when you try to leave them. Surprised they let you live at all..."

He was embarrassed to be receiving help with walking. He was embarrassed that he couldn't be the one supporting her. But this leg of his crippled the hell out of him when it wasn't working. Doc had suggested he switch to a standard kevlar and titanium leg long ago, but Rex liked the feeling of being literally attached to a gun. Besides, it was far more intimidating that way.

He snorted lightly at her carrying comment. "My pride wouldn't let me, ma'am. Besides, I'll already owe you one just for walking with me." He winked at her, returning the grin. "How's dinner sound?"

He was only half joking. She was quite the looker, probably more so when she cleaned up and had enough blood in her.

They were making good progress for the state they were in - five more blocks to go.  

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"they weren't, they were gonna cut both my arms off and throw me to the wolves. The need to survive, if it's strong enough can get you out of some pretty bad situations." just the thought of the fact that her tribe, her parents, we willing to do that all because she wanted to come to the city made her blood boil with anger. She'd have to find a way to get back at them for it someday.

Zevi laughed at his next comment though "Your leg won't kill you, my arm will. I'm just helping you walk. You're saving my life, offering to feed me, and you've just met me. I think I'm the one that owes you." she kept her head forward but looked at Rex I wonder if everyone in the city this nice, or if his bad luck was my good luck...