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 Posted: Sun Aug 24, 2014 8:53 pm
The radio crackled and an unfamilar and very young sounding troll's voice came over it. "Hullo, ah, Just Vigilance? This is Birdy from Phoenix 1. I've taken and built on the Harbor (5,1), I think someone managed to get reinforcements over there? If it was one of you lot thank you. I was almost able to take the Abandoned Barge (6,1). I had to hightail it out of there though, as some Loyalists showed up. Their base looks shoddy and it shouldn't take much to tear it down." There was muffled coughing before the radio fell silent again for a moment and crackled back to life, "I-if you couldn't have guessed already, would you mind giving a bit of a hand over here? Birdy out."
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Posted: Mon Aug 25, 2014 3:01 am
“Um...”Kursha had never said 'um' once in his life before. He resolved to never again when all this was over. “I was wondering,” he continued with a slight whine, “if I could go back to base?” He struggled not to fidget. That was another new one. Kursha did not fidget. Kursha was calm. He managed to still his body and for a brief instant felt a wave of gratitude towards the Colonel for all the training she put him through. Then he remembered how she had left him to fend for himself and the feeling quickly turned sour. “I mean,” he went on hurriedly, “with you needing to focus on construction and all, I'd... I'd only be in the way...” It took all his effort not to throw up on top of Ganyma's shoes. Self-deprecation was really too far. “I can stay on radio with Stryke if you need me.”- - - Kursha trudged into the rail station. He was exhausted from the ordeal and the hours that had passed since. Emotionally, mentally, and physically it left him wiped out. He wanted to just find some quiet corner where he could shut down and recollect himself. It felt as though he had left a large piece of himself back at the theatre. Oh right. He had. He had left his pride. It still stung. Wordlessly, Kursha brushed passed Stryke and a familiar looking tealblood. He did not even look at them before he disappeared into one of the station's offices. When the door shut with a gentle click, Kursha leaned up against it, trying hard not to cry.
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Posted: Mon Aug 25, 2014 3:18 am
- - - When he saw Kursha pass by, Stryke could tell something was wrong. The other hadn't even said hi, waved..anything. He just rushed past, and was gone out of sight. Looking apologetically at Milieu, he raised up from his seated position. Unlike with Skae earlier whom he wasn't as familiar with (despite being absolutely grateful for his help, and slightly disappointed when the small troll ran off into the field so soon once they had finally met up) Kursha he had at least spent some time around and found himself wondering what exactly was wrong. "I'll be back, he's part of JV just making sure everythings ok." He promised Mili, giving her a reassuring look indicating he was following after the troll that had stormed passed him before padding away from the tealblood for the moment. Going to the door, he hesitated for a moment before rasping his knuckled against the door. "Kursha...? Are you alright?" He asked through the door, not quiet leaning into the door but certainly trying to listen if he could hear anything. Stryke wasn't exactly sure if it was wise to inquire with the greenblood...he'd been verbally chewed out the last time he asked him anything remotely concerning his well being. Yet he stood there, waiting.
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Posted: Mon Aug 25, 2014 3:41 am
There was a pause on Kursha's side of the door as he evaluated his options. There were not many. He could either tell Stryke to shove it and go away, or he could indulge him. He was not feeling particularly social at the moment, but he did worry that word might get back to Ganyma if he was rude. Kursha decided to risk it. “No!” he snapped. “I mean, yes. I'm fine! I don't care. Go away!” Assuming that he had resolved the issue and sent the yellowblood on his merry way, Kursha left the door and moved to the desk. He pushed off the pile of papers that had been strewn across it—one was in fact a map of Old Hemisect, which Kursha ground into the floor passionately—and then lay down across the top of it, gazing up at the ceiling.
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Posted: Mon Aug 25, 2014 4:26 am
Stryke really didn't care for the talking through the door bit, as much as he didn't like being up close and within touching range that didn't mean he liked conversing with a door. It bothered him not being able to see sometroll in person when it was feasible (given he'd gotten use to radio contact) this however was entirely different. Perhaps it would have been wise not to keep pressuring a potentially upset troll of a higher blood caste...yet he couldn't help prying further. He'd spent enough time around him, and Ganyma that Stryke had taken the stance he had to at least try. The reality was, his question hadn't been geared towards Kursha's initial response. That alone spoke volumes. Stryke would have had to been blind, and stupid to miss that. Which, he'd vouch for having been neither. "I'm not going anywhere, so no. I'm opening the door." Stryke added impatiently crossing his arms over his chest even if the other couldn't see it. "Or at least tell me what happened?" his hand reached for the door knob, before twisting and rustling at the door to try and pull it open. "Come on Detective fess up," he tried for a light stab at humor in an attempt to lighten the situation. The yellowblood opened the door, squinting at the distance between them and the troll sprawled out on the desk. "Guessing something or another went down?" The crumpled map made his eye twitch but he didn't point it out nor b***h about the already ruined item. What was done was done after all. For now he waited for the others response saying nothing further in the mean time.
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Posted: Mon Aug 25, 2014 4:57 am
A hulking figure loomed over him. The blade was at his chest again. All around there was the roar of fire. Over the raging flames though, he could hear his own voice, frantic and desperate. Pleading. Begging. Cowering. Surrendering. Kursha covered his face with an arm. Even alone, he could not bear to show the world his weakness. Except he was not alone. Stryke was persistent. A moment later, he could hear the yellowblood entering the office. Kursha bit his lip. He had forgotten to lock the door. A stupid mistake like that... “What do you want?” he asked, straining to keep the emotion out of his voice. “I said I was fine.” He did not dare move his arm from across his eyes. If Stryke saw, then everything would be over.
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Posted: Mon Aug 25, 2014 5:13 am
There was a pause in which Stryke didn't answer his question about why he was there, instead regarding the others demeanor. "To make sure you are okay which, last I checked it was worth checking in with your fr...team mates." He stated calmly, trying to reason with the other. Where they friends? That was going out on a limb, but he did feel compelled to at least insist one last time. Stryke made no move to invade his space, however he did look down, speaking to him as if he didn't have his arm over his face. In this instance, clever wit perhaps wasn't the best of choice. He might have even been about to back off, ready to let him have his peace if he really was going to keep up this front. Poking at a brick wall really was tedious, and time consuming no matter how particular the troll boy liked to be.
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Posted: Mon Aug 25, 2014 5:57 am
“Last I checked it was worth checking in with your fr... team mates.” His stomach knotted. Did Stryke really almost say friends? Friends? After what had happened? Something in Kursha snapped. If Stryke thought that they were friends, he had another thing coming. The yellowblood did not even know the first thing about him. Abruptly, Kursha began to laugh. It bubbled out of his throat like a mountain spring. It was hard to say if he was actually happy. In a way he sort of thought he was. He was happy that he could finally do something with all his pent-up rage. Kursha lifted his arm slightly. Just enough so that he could see Stryke. Then in a burst of motion, he bolted upright, and swung out with his legs. One foot caught Stryke in the chest. “Friends? You almost said friends?” he scoffed. “I don't have any friends.” His face darkened and he aimed another kick at the yellowblood's midriff. As he launched into an abusive rant, he rained down blows upon Stryke. “Besides, last I checked, you were just a filthy lowblood. What makes you think you could ever be my friend? You're trash, okay? You're ******** trash! You belong at the bottom of the food chain. Get it through your thinkpan already. You're nothing but a worm and there's nothing you can do about it! So, stop acting like you have rights, because you don't. Got it? Are you stupid? How long will it take before it sinks in? Until you die? You... you pathetic, mewling piece of s**t!” Kursha aimed an especially hateful kick at Stryke. Then he stopped, panting and exhausted from his outburst. His own face was wet with tears for some reason. Hastily he wiped them away.
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Posted: Mon Aug 25, 2014 6:27 am
The sound of laughter was harsh, and cruel, but the look chilled him to his very bones. "Just a filthy lowblood -- You're ******** trash! You belong at the bottom of the food chain -- You pathetic, mewling piece of s**t! "He wasn't even hearing everything as more blows followed. Strykes's pump biscuit slammed erratically trying to twist out of the way but was too terribly slow, the pain caused him to double over in pain. Each hit hurt worse than the last, but that wouldn't have been that awful weren't it for his words springing forth. Everything hurt, realizing he'd made a grave error in his calculations of the other troll. Blood, he could taste the metallic bite. Why had he ******** bothered? What in Alternia was he thinking. Kursha had one thing right, he was stupid. Shielding his face after one well placed blow, he had simply crumpled in a ball trembling. " I'm s..ssorry.." was all he could manage at one point, anger burned white hot in his mind, he didn't even have the energy to swing back. Disgusted with himself he stayed in his tight ball fearing further blows if he moved too soon. He wouldn't look at the greenblood now, watching as his blood dripped down onto the ground. He'd made it clear how inferior he was too him.. Stryke grit his teeth, put in his place and knocked down. If he'd felt powerless against the loyalist, this certainly was the very meaning of the word. With the violence spell over and the other seemingly having exhausted himself, carefully uncurling from his fetal position he simply sniffed softly touching his injured side and wincing in pain, about to bolt in righteous fear of further harm at the others hand convinced it might happen again.
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Posted: Mon Aug 25, 2014 6:57 am
For a long moment, Kursha simply stood there, chest heaving and arms hanging limply at his sides. His anger had abandoned him. He stared down at Stryke, mind blank. The yellowblood was a mess. Beside him a pool of golden liquid had appeared across the floor. Where had that come from? Surely... it wasn't... The realisation of what had just happened slowly dawned on him. “I...” Kursha croaked, starting to reach for the yellowblood. Then he saw it. There was blood spattered across his hand. He drew away, hugging his hand to his chest. He had done this. He had done this... awful thing. Kursha returned his gaze to Stryke, eyes wide. He felt all knotted up inside. Suddenly, he bumped into the desk. He jumped. He had not even realised that he had been backing away. His pump biscuit beat fast. A thought occurred to him. What was Ganyma going to think? No... What was Ganyma going to do? A wave of dizziness swept over Kursha. He put a hand down on the desk to steady himself. The other he clapped over his mouth. He was going to be sick. Sick with fear or sick because of what had just transpired. Either way, it didn't matter. His body shook uncontrollably. He could not stay. It was only a matter of time before Ganyma found out. He needed to put as much distance as possible between himself and the older troll. No, he needed to disappear entirely. Kursha lurched into action. Grabbing his things off the floor, he stumbled outside the office door. Outside, he saw the female tealblood waiting, an unfathomable expression on her face. She had no doubt heard everything. Kursha booked it. “Help him!” he gasped out as he passed, and then he had broke through the double doors and fled into the night. “Help him?” he thought as he ran, losing himself in the winding streets of Old Hemisect. “Help me!” There was a rustle of wings and a shadow passed over the moon.
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Posted: Mon Aug 25, 2014 7:36 am
His eyes stared blankly up at the other when he reached for him, flinching but not moving. Yet it seemed like Kursha really did have control again, and he was fleeing. Calling for help before he left. His knees tucked against his chest tighter for a moment as he hid his face. He didn't WANT help. Not after what had happened. The whole of Alternia could just leave him alone for all he cared in that moment. He didn't have any effort, or energy to invest in the war, or any other activity like he'd intended. His stomach felt sick, knots gnawing from lack of sleep and pain. No, instead he'd just sit here, wiping off blood from his face and crawling away from the pool of blood, and simply staying there lying still. Closing his eyes and trying to fall asleep even if it was pointless to try here. Emotions running high..hurt and most of all just plain exhausted now. Stryke didn't even want bother trying to find a temporary recupracoon just yet or wait until Milieu came. Really he just wanted to go home. Tears slid down his cheek as he scrubbed at them in annoyance. It wasn't like he'd explain what happened if asked. It was notrolls business. It was his own doing in poking his nose where it didn't belong. The yellowblood sighed softly feeling the brush of what might have been his lusus leaning against him, surprised only because the creature had been outside and was rarely affectionate. Patting its head softly he grunted in discomfort. "I'm fine.." He muttered moodily resting his head back against the floor sighing. An obvious lie as he stared at his own pool off blood across the room, laughing bitterly. A light n** and a stern look had the troll sighing slowly pushing himself up to sit, but he just wasn't ready for it yet and laid there. His radio was going off. Defenders at the Rail Station had been wiped out..they had to get out of here even if he felt horrible, he could imagine he likely looked the part. Something about the fighting being halted..and they were to return to the wood sanctuary? He wasn't sure. He was scared...would the fighting really end soon? Was more to come? Where they all in danger being here? "We have to go soon..." he added tiredly, more talking to himself. It even hurt to talk, well this certainly wasn't his night. Magician Arcanax he'd be a little slow but feel free to transition them to City Hall for rp wise just encase some one destroys the station or w.e you wanna do~! ;;'
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Posted: Mon Aug 25, 2014 12:16 pm
CEASEFIRE 
From the course of the battle, it is clear that both sides are evenly matched in spirit. While the royalists outnumber the rebels significantly, the hard-fought battle was certainly not in vain. Captain Puchen herself has reportedly been active during the day, finding sleep elusive over the threat of the rebels.
What was supposed to be a construction project has fallen into messy conflict. Young trolls have been pushed into their first taste of war through the ill-advised conversion of the restoration of Old Hemisect into a temporary ousting of the rebels, and a great price has been paid for the rebellion's counter-attack.
However, although the rebel threat was severely underestimated, the royalists regained and held their ground. The fate of both sides is yet to be seen.At this time, the mechanics of the territory game have ceased. Trolls can continue to post and roll in the training ORPs until 12:00 PM PST of the 27th, when the final phase of the meta will begin. Trolls are welcome to keep RPing in team threads until the 27th as well.
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