The pain was starting to lessen now, as Zindel laid on the now cool black floor, aching. Though his body was still singed red from the napalm burns and his back was still leaking his dirty, dark red, the redblood managed to stand up, forcing himself to go at least a little further before collapsing and realizing that this was it, he was going die here. His life goal was self preservation, but he couldn't even manage that from how weak he already was. Slowly, Zindel curled into himself, body shaking from sobbing. Why has he signed up for this? He didn't even have Estali, Ephias, or Voscil, his team, even though they were all so different. Zindel wished he was in good terms with the other trolls. Maybe then he wouldn't feel so alone.
A startling 'hey' snapped Zindel out of his misery. Terror claimed his feelings now— It was Chiara, and Zindel wasn't planning on showing her any emotion other than a dull emptiness. Hearing her words, the redblood couldn't help but tense— Was this really all he had left? A manipulative blueblood who was only there for him when it concerned her? Who only helped him if it benefitted her? As a kid he didn't mind. He was used to it, he would've and had done it himself. But... For some reason, he'd grown more soft hearted. It was times like these he wished he had Wrenmom with him. "They're still working." Zindel stated hoarsely, rubbing the tears from his eyes before shifting in place and looking at his wounded, lanky body. Sizing up his injuries, the redblood slid a hand through his hair weakly. His back would scar along with his neck, he was sure. Neck and some other places on his body, like his arms to some extent. Hopefully they wouldn't be too bad. No one liked ruined merchandise.
"You won't be loosing any of your beetles, Chiara." Zindel stated, then finally looked at her. She was a wreck. The normally proud and manipulative blueblood looked small with her injuries and even looked shocked, somehow. This was the first time he'd seen any emotion come from her other than her usual secretive sneer. Was this her first real battle? So her threatening him was just a ruse? Had she even killed another troll before, or sacrificed another for something she needed? She would have to get used to this. Alternia was a shitty place. He knew that first hand. Zindel didn't even bother to ask if she was okay— he simply let her dab him with whatever she had, uncaring. The real danger were his burn scars, right now. He thought some fell on his face...
The redblood actually decided to ignore their greenblooded commander. He was definitely not fighting on the front lines— he had no strength or body mass to do so, and his muscles(however little he might have) were aching and throbbing. Maybe he could get that healthcare he was oh-so promised.
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Posted: Mon Aug 10, 2015 2:44 pm
Dust and grime covered her goggles. As Lorata swiped a hand across them in the vain hope of being able to see clearly again, she found herself wishing she was underwater. It would have been easier to breathe, she wouldn't have lost her overshirt to flames of all things, and she'd even feel cleaner. Instead she could barely stop coughing, she probably looked like a horrible mess, and she couldn't stop thinking about that shirt. It wasn't cold down here by any means, and she didn't really need it, but her symbol had been painted on it, not the wetsuit she wore beneath. Even knowing her caste would be obvious no matter what, it felt weird.
Curling her arms around herself, the seadweller started towards the bits of movement and voices she could just make out. Eventually the air cleared, and she was left looking at a tunnel full of the dead, many survivors looking like they were only a step away from laying down and joining them. Even MeduMa was dripping with blood. How had the rebels been able to hurt them so badly? Stories weren't supposed to end like this for the heroes, they just weren't!
Something had gone horribly wrong in this terrible cave. There should have been more trolls coming forward to become the heroes she wanted, but instead they'd gone and died. If Aerona had come, she probably would have too, and suddenly she was glad that she hadn't been able to find the redblood in the army before they'd marched. It would have been nice for her to see the example their leader had set, but-
As if the thought of him had been enough to summon him out of the dust, Kursha appeared. He was covered in blood and wounds, too, but he held himself like they were nothing. Lorata listened with rapt attention, eyes wide with admiration, and soon enough she was nodding her approval as he laid out the new plan going forward. The change to capture rather than extermination confused her, but she was so relieved she didn't give it much thought. Here she'd been worried about the tunnels ruining everything, but it was clear now that all the dead drones had simply given her the wrong impression.
Keionx ducked, holding her shield above them both for all the good it would do against falling rocks and rubble as they pushed forward. As the dust cleared and Keionx really began to register her surroundings, she wasn't sure what she had just walked into, and for a moment, she was stunned and a little – more than a little – confused. Was that a wiggler?! Was that a mother grub?! What in the name of all that was right and good was going on here?!
But then, she realized she didn't care about what this meant. She didn't care about why this rebellion somehow had its own mother grub.
What she did know was that a mother grub meant the future, and that this future was something that the rebels were willing to give their lives and liberty for. It was that hope, that furious dedication, that inspired her. Her smile was serene as she beheld the cavern... and a little pale.
I've lost... she realized, in that immaculately sane corner of her mind, that remained so even after all these sweeps, An awful lot of blood.
Stryke's hug felt good, familiar in a comforting way, and she hugged him back, equally tightly. ”We made it.” she said, smiling. They were alive, and they had hope. That this wasn't over was not lost on her, but they had made it this far – that was worth some achknowledgement, some celebration: They had made it this far, and they could keep going – onward and forward, into that future that the rebels hoped for.
Keionx looked down at Stryke's wounds and frowned mildly, comparing them – they were both pretty beat up and the wounds from the crossbow bolts... Were not good. ”No need to be sorry, Stryke.” she said. Her voice was quieter than she would have liked, but the hand that still held him gave him a good, strong, squeeze in comfort, ”Thou hast nothing to be sorry about, and I...” she coughed... damn her lungs. ”Hath a million things to thank thee for.”
She sat down obediently – she was tired, and did need a rest, after all. Fatigue danced with exhileration, and they both fluttered inside her in a confusing spiral. A little rest will sort that out she thought, and she smiled as he wrapped the bandages. When he was done, she tried to reach out to do the same for his wounds – it was only right – but her arms felt heavy for the time being, her body stretched and tired. Just a little rest she thought, leaning back a little, the back of her throat parched, a little rest, and a little water...
Her eyes closed for a moment, then opened again – resting was all well, but if she let her eyes close she would fall asleep... and she did not want to do that. Not yet. And... ”Stryke...” she managed, though her exhaustion. She reached out to him, putting her hand gently over his. He was crying, and she needed to help him.
It wasn't that tears were bad. It had not been good out there, and perhaps Keionx would be crying too, if she didn't feel the way she did. She needed to share some of what she was feeling with him. She needed to help him see why she wasn't crying.
”We're going to be okay, Stryke.” she said, as confidently as she could muster with her voice as it was, ”We are all going to be okay.” she gave his hand another light squeeze. ”There is hope, and as long as there is hope, you... I... we all... she gestured with her other hand around the cavern, where the rebels and accidental rebels gathered in various shades of fear, determination, and unease, ”still have a chance.”
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Posted: Mon Aug 10, 2015 11:48 pm
Everything was rather… Fuzzy. Aerona blinked, and she was looking at Odette. She blinked again and she was in her arms. Aerona squinted an eye shut to keep herself awake and smiled. “Don’t worry about it…” she muttered with a weak laugh. “So dramatic, Birdy…” Aerona flinched and broke eyecontact to stare at the ceiling as a pulse of jagged, cold pain exerted from her arm.
She breathed in and out. Closing her eyes tightly to see bursts of red fireworks, Aerona groaned with pain and frustration. “Nnn…Ff!!” Even the thought of the metal stake leaving her arm made her feel faint. Everything was making her feel faint, though – it simply seemed like a bad idea to uncork her blood and let it spill all over Odette’s pretty tights. Aerona’s eyes fluttered open.
“Okay… It’ll be like a bandage… right? Quick-like…” Aerona grinned at Odette and bit her lip. “I trust you.” She laid her head against Odette, as calm as she could, and focused on her breathing. She wanted to just fall asleep right here. Held like this. Static began to pool around Aerona’s vision.
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Ganyma was quiet and still. He was in excellent shape, all things considered. The night had taken a toll on him that he wouldn’t be able to understand, however, and while he was physically fit and ready for action he could only look ahead at the cluster of young grubs and enormous, pale Mother Grub in front of him and stare.
Someone brushed past him. He didn’t move an inch. The tealblood’s mask felt tighter and tighter; he had to remind himself to breathe in the back of his mind already full with everything at once. Dumbly, he slipped off his mask. Now, the noises of the cave were overwhelming. The thoughts sharper, cutting into his thinkpan and leaving traces like scratches of crackling audio. As the stifling heat was lifted from his face he felt the smoke and dust touch his skin. Everything was visceral, and it brought him back into the caverns. Present at last, he took a step forward. Towards the resting grub, alarmed with the terrors that had taken place and wobbling dangerously. The eggs rattled. Some still, but all foreign to his eye. Trolls were not meant to see a sight such as this. Trolls were not such to create a sight such as this. This was not supposed to happen. This was not happening.
The last of Kursha’s green blood dripped down Ganyma’s push blades and onto the floor, where a yellow-fleshed wiggler examined it with oblivious curiosity. A chill. Ganyma backed away with horror until he was pressed against the cave wall.
Anybody!
Hangin' out with the family, havin' ourselves a paaaaarty
Coughing, He rolled against the ground. It was dark after the blast. Where was he now? A drop of something warm caused the yellow blood to jerk. What was -- Afryse eyes widened. Scrambling from below the pelt of his lusus. Witikodad had taken the blow of the rocks. A large pool of orange - yellow blood spread from him. Afryse held his breath, trembling as he watched for movement. It was breif, but there. Releasing the woosh, he helped clear his father of debris and started icing the new wounds. It wasn't much, most of the blood came from old wound half opening. Afryse gently stroked his father's head, watching as the lusus fell into a fitful sleep. Contented that he was no longer in danger, Afryse took stock of the rest of the room. They needed to get moving if they were going to catch up to the rebels. Then his eyes landed upon it.
Afryse stared for some time at the wall of rubble. Until then the battle, the connections, had felt tenuous. But now it was clear. He was on one side, and anyone else on the other side, was lost to him. Destiny was much too cruel. Afryse sucked in a sharp breath, his shoulders stiffening. She was over there. A blur that raced in his life and now raced out, just as fast and careless. Voscil was lost forever now. Her brand burned his heart and tears spilled down his cheeks unbidden. In the end, it was all a delusion. Afryse tucked his chin to his chest and held in the sobs, shoulders shaking. His envious mature said that she was his friend, and that the importance that the annoying fast troll with that intoxicating happy attitude had in his life was mutual. Of course tgat wasbt the case. It was Afryse running after her, not the other say around. Gasping for air, Afryse roughly wiped at his smudged face. No tears would change this fate, no mourning would ease the pain.
He reached to touch his scarf, only to feel the rough material of his jumpsuit. A jolt of lightening snapped him bolt upright. Hemera! He could see her near, comforting him and helping him with witikodad. Afryse gripped his suit, still staring at the boulders. No. He wouldn't lose someone again. He wouldn't lose someone who was his. Even if it hurt, he had to focus on now. Finding Hemera took importance over everything else. Standing on shaky legs, he finally took in the carnage. So many trolls were burning, drones laid in pools of burning blood, just husks of charred flesh. How could he have bemoaned the loss of a troll he couldn't contact when Hemera could be burning to death!?
"HEMERA!" His voice cracked. Where was she? No no, don't panic! Afryse took off, his eyes scouring every nick and corner as he called her name. All the nasty smells and gog, the blood. Everywhere. Swallowing down bile, Afryse kept moving, "HEMERA!"
A particularly unscathed blue blood caught his attention. No, not Hemera. He turned away, desperately seeking his friend. Something stuck out about that scene. Turning back around, he narrowed his eyes. Just a blue blood child near a burnt Corp -- that was no corpse. To make matters more complicated, Åfryse flushed in shock. That... that was.. he was bigger, and more burned, but that was Zindel. Zindel who left him to the hands of a violent blue blood. Zindel who could have easily saved them both, but chose himself. A cruel smile twisted his lips. Serves him right. He got what was coming to him. Afryse turned to leave the scene, but once more was stopped. This time not due to an inconsistency in the scene, or anything even tangible. It was a whisper this time, just a weak brush of a voice he had grown to know very well.
You should help him. It's what she do. Stupidly social and nosy, butting into others business, and acting like she was helping. Hemera would urge him to help Zindel if she were here. And it was shocking, but Afryse found himself wanting to help. All the death had scarred the tender image of the world he held. There was no good in this fighting and anyone who was roped in was being used. Zindel had nothing and he was the perfect mark to take into this position. To the crown he was expendible, just fodder. Afryse wanted to protect others who were being abused by the rotten system. That meant even those he disliked.
Besides only Afryse was allowed to kill Zindel.
Turning on heel, he stormed back to the two. "Stop. The burns will kill him, not the cuts." Kneeling down beside the redblood, he observed the damage with a tight, thin mouth, "This will hurt." Afryse spread both palms out and focused, the ice barely forming on his palms and finger tips. Controlling the cold air he layered it against the burns slowly to sap out the heat, but to not damage Zindel skin worse than it was.
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Micillia
Posted: Tue Aug 11, 2015 8:15 am
Hemera pulled herself up from the floor with a groan, and patted at her knees. She had hit the ground hard, but there didn't seem to be anything on her besides some dirt. Annoying. Now her clothes would be too gross to be any good cleaning her glasses. After wiping her hands on the inside of her jacket, then checking to make sure there wasn't soot or pebbles in her hair, Hemera took a moment to squint at the wall of rubble. Interesting that the rebels were prepared for this. They had proven to be clever by half, even if they were on the retreat. A surprise attack, yet the plan was foiled. Well that just wasn't fair, now, was it?
That mutantblood was too good. Mera called foul. They had worked so hard and suffered so much...for nothing? Ugh! The pinkblood was like a cockroach; too resilient despite everyone agreeing that they needed to be exterminated. Mera didn't believe that every rebel should be killed without question. There had been children, after all. They could be swayed, still. But something whose mere existence threatened the known order? That was unacceptable.
Knowing this abomination made her start to shake in rage. This was incomprehensible, and if it was outside of understanding, it had to be wrong. She-
HEMERA!
Mera turned at the voice. Was that Afryse? She began to follow where she heard him calling from, but Pagoni tugged on her jacket, pulling her back a little. "What, what?"
Pagoni clucked and pecked at her hands. A solid layer of ice covered them. She let herself get too wound up. Frowning at her lack of control, she bopped her fists together to shatter the ice before anyone could see it. Frankly, she was not up to leaving that kind of first impression on strangers.
With that out of the way, she wandered off to find her yellowblooded friend. As she made her way through, the tealblood noted the other children picking themselves up. There ws more deadly drone casualties than trolls, from what she could tell. Sad, but better than the opposite. Even their leader was still alive, although desperately needing medical attention.
All in all, it could have been worse.
Sliding through the ranks, Mera soon found an interesting scene. Even though she swore she heard Afryse calling for her, now he was focused on using his ice to heal an admittedly attractive teenaged redblood. The blueblood from the buffet was there, too. Fascinated, Mera meandered over. "Afryse? Do you know this troll?"
A touch on her shoulder spooked her into flinching. Oh. Right. She was still visible. With a slow turn of the head, Luxara looked up at Anguis. Tears stained her cheeks, the skin under her eyes had swollen into bags of distress. She was a miserable sight. As she opened her mouth to speak, Byakko piped up, redirecting Luxara's attention to the mutantblood. Her jaw shut, and she just stared and listened to the call to action.
Some of their remaining numbers would need to distract enemy forces. That required stealth and speed. Luxara pushed herself up from the floor and used a sleeve to wipe her face. She was sore and her legs were admittedly tired. Few opportunities so perfect came knocking, however.
A figure tore off their mask. Luxara trained her tired gaze on them.
"Go find For, An. She's who you need to worry about right now." With that, Luxara turned, took a couple of steps, hesitated. She wrung her hands, mulling it over. Then, a break in her thoughts. "Thanks, by the way."
Attention entirely drawn away from Anguis, she took a deep breath and dragged herself over towards where Ganyma was standing. Keeping up her nerve was hard. But at the same time, there was no one else she wanted to see, despite the shame she felt just looking at him after everything that went down.
She approached his general area, arms crossed and practically pulling at her coat as if it was some sort of safety blanket. Luxara arrived in time to see him be terrorized by a wiggler. It was a funny sight to stumble upon, but she was too tired to fully smile at it. The greenblood checked out the scene of eggs, grubs, Mother Grub, et al with a numb expression. No grin, just...tired.
Circumstances didn't look good for a chat, but s**t. Who even knew what would happen after this, throwing herself into the fire and all. Even if there was nothing for her to say in good faith, or even really want to at this point, she wanted to see him one last time. She tugged harder at the side of her coat. "Guess they'll really do whatever they can to reject the system," she observed in a mumble.
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Posted: Tue Aug 11, 2015 3:04 pm
Stryke knew he should let her bandage him, or anyone for that matter who was providing the care. When it seemed like a good time, the yellowblood eventually relented allowing himself to be taken care of with first aid. He'd lost more blood then he realized, but with even the brief bit of rest against the cool cave walls he let his body rest albeit not nearly as long as he'd have liked.
In-taking a tremulous breath he filled his lungs for a moment..holding his breathe and slowly letting out the wispy sigh. He lifted himself from his own thinkpan's dark maze of thoughts to listen to her. When she coughed her back received a light pat meant to be a comforting gesture even if it was slightly awkward. He wasn't use to being this close to some one, even Vremea's hugs never lingered. ssshe is braver than i remember. Even exhausted the orangeblood was trying to help him. It was the other trolls turn to help him understand.
"keionx..." Stryke began, his voice cracking slightly with un-shed emotion. Swallowing the lump down in his throat trying to compose himself. It came with time, and having a moment to lean into the other while Stryke dug for his resolve. "i know..you're right. we ssstill have a chance, and our hope. even if the clock is ticking." He agreed reluctantly with a small nod.
What a small precious, and fragile thing. It was a priceless asset, and not something that could be so easily extinguished.
A sad smile pulled at his lips, the corners upturned slightly as he looked at the hand covering his own. no more tears. now was the time to act. Her gesture to the mothergrub and the sound of distressed mewling trolls reminded him he had to be strong. The faces of those who were familiar stood out to him as she swept the room. Stryke was reminded of something his lusus might say. you started this, so see it through even if it's hard. never leave something unfinished. He wished he could see his father, but he was safely tucked back at their hive.
The hand touching his received a comforting squeeze of acknowledgement for the comfort she'd provided. His tears were gone, replaced by a look of determination. Stryke could see better than earlier when the toxic fumes had irritated his eyes, but it was bearable and he could see around them as she gestured.
Byakko was talking again, calling for volunteers in a commanding tone. They would need runners, and those willing to stay behind to defend those making an escape. "i've been part of this since i was a kid...i'm going to go out and act as a decoy. would you mind staying here to keep the others safe while i'm gone?" It was asking a lot, but he had to try and trust her. Leery or not to trust another troll, Stryke knew he needed to. Lives depended on it.
Keionx had been brought up to seek glory in battle and good deeds, to be seen and revered. No silent guerilla was her lusus, nor was she. She was a hero, a forger of legend, a warrior of good.
But, she had recognized the importance of staying behind from the moment the first oppurtunity presented itself. She had always understood – though perhaps her lusus didn't always agree – the value of having someone back home, protecting what really mattered.
When Vremea's lusus had been sick, Keionx had been happy to stay back, despite the adventure that they were apparently going on. She hadn't known the consequences of that adventure, nor the inescapable truth that they had brought, but either way, though she had wanted to go, she had known that it was the Right Thing to stay behind and take care of things from there. It was the Right Thing now.
She smiled at Stryke, happy to see the strength burning strongly behind his eyes. He had to be dedicated if he had been a part of this since his wigglerhood, but she knew that she had helped him find his hope again amidst the disaster that had befallen them.
That was good.
”Of course.” she said, inclining her head in a sort-of bow. ”Worry not, Stryke - I shall remain behind – someone must protect this, after all, while you put yourself in dire danger.” her smile was trusting and confident, despite the slightly pale cast to her face. Somehow, she wasn't too worried. Somehow, she was sure that Stryke would do well in the dangerous game of chess that would ensue. ”I shall act as you would here, with all your loyalty and dedication.” That was her promise – that, though she had only just entered the fold, she would – through her loyalty to him and to the beautifully ephemeral hope in the souls of the rebels – act just as he would.
She met his gaze reassuringly; She trusted him, and he could trust her. It didn't need to be said, of course... but there was something she did need to say;
”I will believe in your safe return.” she said quietly. A promise, for a promise.
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Posted: Tue Aug 11, 2015 10:48 pm
Ganyma felt Luxara next to him, but he couldn’t bring himself to look at her. This was what she was a part of now. Her words landed on his shoulders, heavy and cold. She was right. This was unspeakable. The feeling of standing against the wall was like being filled with concrete, and soon Ganyma felt as though he might not be able to move from the wall. He twisted his neck to look away from Luxara and the grubs.
“How could they do this?” It was but a quiet whisper. Ganyma closed his eyes and tried to exhale, finding it a shaky and difficult task. His words fizzled out. The vision behind his eyes was calmer than reality before him… But it was pricked with sleeplessness and fatigue. His manic second-wind left him as lost and confused behind his eyelids as the sight in front of him had. She had hit the core of it, still. Rejecting the system. This was not natural. This was hubris, irresponsible, a death-wish. How many grublings were there that would fertilize the hearty, sun-soaked Alternian soil? And how much of that blood was on rebel hands this very night? Ganyma clasped a hand against the wall and shuddered. He clenched and unclenched his jaw and rolled his head towards the cave ceiling. The minutes felt like hours, and not even passing rebels hastily packing up the caverns could budge him. There was barely any incentive for him to move, it felt. The only anchor to the caves was Luxara standing next to him.
His fingers twitched. Slowly and deliberately, they inched across the wall and out towards Luxara standing there. Hooded eyes slipped towards her before diverting towards the ceiling again. Looking tattered and tired, the same lonely child who Ganyma had sheltered from the storm. Her frame was usually nimble and athletic; she was simply thin now. Her weight was gone, her smile reduced to grim reality. His hand reached up to her sleeve and found Luxara’s hand. He gave her a soft squeeze and held her, his glassy gaze cast downward. Ganyma’s chin quivered. His arm soon went limp and released his companion’s hand. Without a further sound, and only one more glance towards Luxara, His face was drawn, eyes cold and weary. Ganyma pulled his hood back on, swimming in the crimson-tinted vision of his mesh mask. He turned and began to walk. Away from the rebels, away from Luxara. Out the main tunnel where the rebels would be sure to follow.
His pace quickened as the Mother Grub grew smaller and smaller behind him. The natural obstacles of the caverns kept him conscious of his surroundings, but the time he spent jogging through the cave would later be an earthy blur. All Ganyma would remember would be staggering out into the evening air. Metallic breaths, quivering nerves and the quiet empty darkness were mementos of isolation.
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"M-Manek-" Byakko stumbled as her charge pounced, his name catching in her throat. She had never been so overjoyed to see the other mutantblood, and momentarily, her expression brightened to reflect such. While she welcomed his embrace with a secure hug, jolts of pain shot through her body as his small frame wrapped around hers. Poise snapping as her face twisted in agony, Akko bit her lower lip and forced a grunt down, steadying her weight against her kanabo in one hand and the child with her other. Shifting Maneki off the burns that charred one side of her torso, she smiled weakly down at him as the pain ebbed.
"Shhh, it's okay. I'm here now." She cooed softly so only he could hear, nuzzling the top of his head with her cheek. "I'm sorry I wasn't there for you, but..." At a loss for words, she trailed off and gave him a light squeeze of reassurance. The rebel leader could only hope he understood the responsibility that weighed on her- Byakko cared about Maneki deeply, arguably he was the most important troll in her life now; but the Initiative came first. Always. Akko feared he felt abandoned, but she dared not place her wants above the needs of the rebellion. She had sworn that to herself long ago. Her eyes stung as she guiltily gazed down at her adopted child.
Tipping his chin up with her knuckles, Byakko's eyes softened as she studied Maneki's smeared face further. No mutant orange. He didn't even look like he had a single scratch. She sent a thankful glance over to Zeffer and Vremea- he seemed to be drenched in their blood instead. She really could depend on them. Brushing the tears from the corners of Maneki's eyes with her thumb, her eyelids fluttered as she struggled to dam back her own flood of emotion. "Don't cry just yet, I need you to be strong. You've done such a good job so far." Her secret was out, and while it was painstakingly obvious why he was clutching to her and calling her 'Mermmy', his remained in tact. Byakko found some tiny shred of solace in that.
Akko curled around the smaller mutantblood, softly muttering another apology as she tucked him under the safety of her pelt. Hoisting her kanabo onto its sling across her back, she took a few steps towards the two nearby officers, craning her neck around the room to check for anyone who was trying to catch her attention. Byakko had no idea how to address the sting of Kursha's betrayal, and instead dove right back into the only thing she really knew how to do.
"Vremea, I trust that you and your girls are up to the task of taking care of the Mother Grub." It seemed better suited for them than charging back out into battle, and her powers could come in handy with the wrigglers evacuation. "I know you can do it. We'll find somewhere safe for them." Byakko reached out as if to give Vremea a reassuring pat on the shoulder, but her bleeding hand lingered in the air before falling back limply to her side.
Akko turned to look down at blue stained figure next to her, cocking her head. "Zeffer, you're with me." Not that she ever doubted him, but seeing him still holding it together after the battle and protecting Maneki- she almost felt like gathering him up in her arms and kissing him. Almost. Maneki's affections were all she would tolerate.
She paused, sucking in a sharp breath. "And... thanks. I don't know what would have happened if you two didn't-" Cutting herself off, Byakko glanced down at Maneki. Thinking about 'what could have beens' was a waste of time. "Thank you."
Adjusting the phoenix pin on Maneki's robes, she wiped away a smear of blue blood from the rough metal. "We all have work to do, right? I still need your help, too." She nodded in gesture towards the battered rebels. "Do you still remember how to properly wrap wounds? You could see who needs help." Akko stopped to point out a small greenblooded boy around Maneki's age wailing against his lusus. The poor thing looked like he had simply gotten caught up in the confusion of the battle. "Maybe you can still make some friends after all."
The words had barely left her lips when another small figure zoomed past her and latched onto Zeffer. Byakko blinked, flabbergasted. Another child? How many had switched to their side- how many were on this side of the barricade accidentally? She watched silently, brows raised in surprise as Voscil nuzzled him familiarly. When the ******** did he get so good with kids?
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(also anyone still feel free to address her if you want to~)
Posted: Wed Aug 12, 2015 10:23 am
Vremea's rest was suddenly cut short by hearing a very near and dear voice call out her name. Sitting up with a painful wince, the yellowblood shifted in place, using the rock next to her to stand up even though her entire body ached and crumpled. Vremea gulped, eyes searching the room for her team— Milieu seemed to be talking to the yellowblood who was with Athene, Athene was... Somewhere, she was sure, Keionx was being tended to by Stryke (whom she needed to approach and watch over), and Odette... Odette was crying and sobbing over a figure on the ground. Vremea's eyes opened wide, body pushing toward them as if walking through muck. With a faster and tighter jaw, Vremea managed to limp over toward them, gently placing a hand on Odette's shoulder to let her know and looking at Aerona's wounds. She tried to summon some of her powers, but she was too weak to do so... Thankfully, she had her broach. She easily unclipped it, looking Odette and breathing deeply. "Alright. Like Odette said, we are going to have to pull this out." Gingerly placing a hand on the stick, the yellowblood readied herself and looked at the other two one last time before starting to count. Would they believe her if she'd told them this was her third time doing it? Wrenching herself out of her thoughts and in turn wrenching the arrow out of Aerona, Vremea quickly pressed her broach against the heavy wound, suddenly thankful she owned it and relaxing considerably when the skin slowly began to repair, strengthening it heavily.
A sudden pain on her waist made Vremea clutch her side, hands trembling. She bit her lip however, keeping the pain sucked deep in her when she heard their leader speak, completely soaked in pink blood. Though she had to admit, it was a strange color, now she knew— She held no desire to leave the initiative. Even after the shocking revelation of Byakko being a mutant, the yellowblood simply did not mind or did not care. At the moment, she didn't know which one it was, but maybe later the shock would kick in.
Listening to her speak, she watched her and couldn't help but admire her— She never had a normal life, not even since day one, she was sure. A pang of pity hit her— Byakko must've learned the hard way to get through life. Meanwhile she had a fairly okay childhood for a yellowblood. Pulled out of her stupor when the pink blood mentioned her, the adult sat up straighter from her position on the floor and dusted herself off slightly, locking eyes with all her team, one after the other. With a curt nod, she looked to the mother grub and felt her pump biscuit beat a little faster. It was hers and the scouts's job, and she would do it, definitely. Hearing Byakko's words of thanks made her stomach do flips. Giving her an earnest smile, the yellowblood looked at Zeffer and then at Maneki, thankful he was okay. It seemed she and Zeffer were a good team under these circumstances.
Looking back at Aerona, the yellowblood relaxed at the sight of the wound being almost completely healed. "Does that feel better?" She asked the sporty teen, looking over the wound and checking to see if it was alright. "In a second I can heal you too, Odette." She murmured before opening and closing her hand a little, rubbing her muscles softly. Hopefully she'd have enough strength to heal her.
Kimbley Kitty
sup bro maybe u should look at your own wounds for a sec
Sypon
hello there lady might wanna take a deep breath
melona-pan
ALRIGHT PEOPLE WE'RE GONNA NEED SOME BANDAGES AND ALCOHOL NOT NECESSARILY IN THAT ORDER
Kamilenure
mini mention! ^^
Magician Arcana
mini mention 2 you too (also vrem locked eyes w/ mili)
“Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah, already!” Aerona grunted. She waved with her good arm angrily as Vremea repeated the information, shaking with pain from her wound. Aerona felt Vremea take the rod. She began to count. As much as Aerona tried, she knew she wouldn’t be able to prepare herself for the pain that would come. She took a deep breath and the metal was ripped out – the appropriate reaction followed.
Fireworks burst in front of Aerona’s eyes as she howled in pain. The blunt sensation of the metal releasing from her flesh, muscles, bones and finally her exoskeleton made her dizzy. It was an alien feeling. Even more so was the fact that, with the glow of Vremea’s brooch, her arm seemed to puzzle itself back together. What seemed like lost bone remeshed, muscles reconnected… Other than the pouring of red blood outside of the wound, her artifact had done a bang-up job. Aerona’s body seemed confused. Her pain receptors were going insane while her eyes, now wide open, stared at the wound in disbelief. She had to see it to believe it, but what she felt was still throbbing pain… Soon, a memory of the greenblood’s contribution to her arm injuries.
She had managed not to cry in the span of the event – likely due to dehydration, or pure steel will. She wiped her eye with a good arm and laughed wearily. “D-damn…!” Aerona wondered what the extent of Vremea’s powers were… It seemed… Unfair.
"Thanks, Big Mama..." Aerona whispered. A small smile of gratitude faded into thought.
Odette and her aerokinesis seemed like a miracle. But now, Vremea was a miracle worker. She was saintly and glowing; strong in battle and in ability. The old and wise yellowblood that seemed too good to be true. What couldn’t she do? What was her limit? A deep flush fell over Aerona and she clutched her arm. How nice it must be to be so valuable to the cause. She was indispensable. Aerona found herself curled up in Odette’s arms. But, she would have to move in a moment. The redblood sighed and fought off her wooziness – from sleep deprivation, and the residual throbbing of her recently mended arm.
quite uneventful
Kimbley Kitty
Posted: Wed Aug 12, 2015 6:48 pm
And like that, he was gone. Luxara watched him disappear, staring on as Ganyma slipped away. Her gaze then shifted down to the wiggler crawling around on the floor. Was this such a transgression?
The question passed through her mind without answer or even incentive to bother with it. If Ganyma cared, so should she, Luxara supposed, but for now she just couldn't see why he had to utterly panic. In the grand scheme of getting through the rest of the night, then the next...then the next, she was unable to drum up the ability to care about this detail and whatever horror it meant. Odd, considering how any other time he was upset, she could follow suit in some way.
But then he already knew the danger she was dealing with long before she had any real inkling. Was this a similar situation? If so, then why did had he even come back if he had denounced the whole initiative? Too bad she hadn't gotten to ask him why the hell he was here if he was just going to roll back out anyway. He kept flip-flopping, and yet...she wasn't sure if she had any right to judge on the matter.
She balled up the hand he had touched, held it to her chest, let it drop down. Turned on her heel, back to the main area of trolls still milling about. She had tied up her loose end for now. He was gone, she was still here, and she couldn't waste time wishing for otherwise.
Stryke looked visible relieved as he clasped a hand on her shoulder making eye contact with her. The weight of her gaze told more than her words, something he could and did appreciate without question. "thank you keionx, truly." Her trusting confident smile wasn't lost on him. He was grateful to know he'd have someone who while equally as tired and wry as he, would act as a rearguard where he could not; given he couldn't be in two places at once. The way she said it, gave him more than enough reason to do what was needed.
"you and i will meet again. but i too, will believe in your making it safely." He smiled at her shaking his head, his way of promising he'd come back. Even if it took a while, he was sure of it. There were too many faces in this room he had, no needed to see again.
For the moment he sat in silence beside his ally. While he didn't touch, or lean into her Stryke still shared space with Keionx. He relaxed for the moment, while he still could. "ressst for now if you can before things get moving...i will be close if you need something." Stryke added in a murmured soft tone as he leaned back against the cool cavern wall. Letting his eyes close for the moment, he tried to prepare himself for the upcoming trials.
