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 Posted: Sat Oct 06, 2012 2:28 pm
Rep tuned out a lot of the chaos of the tent as he tried to stay relaxed, aware of Tracey doing his job, managing the injury he'd taken from the damn pyramid. It didn't take too long for him to give a satisfied sort of sound in Rep's thoughts.
He sighed with relief at the all clear. He'd been deeply concerned it had damaged his back or ribs but apparently it had just been tissue damage, he'd been fortunate. Well, he reasoned, no more excuse to stay in this insufferable tent that was reminding him more and more of the bunkers by the moment.
Glaring at Bul he was reminded of the other pressing factor, the urge now he was more able bodied to put an axe in the intruder. It'd probably land him in trouble if it was part of some sort of death ploy - and trouble with Caelius wasn't the kind of trouble he wanted right now. So getting out was probably wise.
Pushing himself to his feet, he put his jacket on, not bothering with a shirt with the bandages already around his midriff to keep his back covered. "I'm going for a walk. I won't get murdered." he stated to Harrison, giving him a genuine smile, it left room for him to follow or not as he turned and headed out into the camp at large, the quiet outside an absolute relief.
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Posted: Sat Oct 06, 2012 3:34 pm
Even with the Fear shield back at full capacity, B0nez wasn't as fast a hand at system repair as Tracey was. Wait wait wait!Sorry, Harrison replied. Only safer in here for a little while. And only safe as long as we got guys patrolling. Harrison would rather it be other guys, but- his walking was still slow, but he sucked it up and followed grimly behind Rep, holding B0nez's shorter blade at his side. He paused by Jordan's cot "Going for a walk. You feel good enough to come you can," He looked around at the other cots, and continued in a low voice, "Just don't stay lying down too long. You heard them about the barriers getting weak, and you remember the Sahara. They break down, you got to be able to move." He squeezed Jordan's hand, then went after Rep. Harrison plucked one more first aid kit from Matt's arms as he exited. "Keep on your toes," he muttered.
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Posted: Sat Oct 06, 2012 7:08 pm
"Yeah, great aim." Melvin forced a strained smile at the mention of great aim. Yeah, he really didn't have that....AT ALL. His aim was poor at best, and a miracle if it actually hit somewhere near the center. Never again would he mock the random henchman in d**k flicks who spent entire rounds not hitting anything. It was hard, okay! Super hard, and he now had different opinions about guns in general. Just having one didn't mean you had an edge. You had to know how to shoot it.
At the mention to get up and go, Melvin was a bit more hesitant. The tent was safe and nice and ensured he would live to his next mission. Still, Before seemed to be his superior, and having someone with him was better than nothing. It still was in his favor to have more people though.
"Sure, that sounds good. I'm sure we're taking up beds that someone else could use." Rising up, he turned and froze when he saw a freakish scorpion person with spikes in the tent. However, just as he raised his gun, he saw no one else cared. Confused, he looked to Before. "Do we bring golems to missions?"
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Posted: Sat Oct 06, 2012 7:17 pm
If Before noticed Melvin's anxiety, he only showed it by giving an encouraging thumb's up before heading towards the tent flaps. "We only use golems when we go to Halloween itself. The House is something kind of like ah, um, in-betweener thing? Like ah we can go in as-is so long as we got our pendants and the Halloweeners can go in too," Before explained, stepping out halfway while looking back to make sure the Lifer was following him.
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Posted: Sat Oct 06, 2012 7:45 pm
Melvin was slowly raising his finger to point at Bul, very confused as to why that was there, but it didn't seem that any of the techs in the tent minded it. Was it a pet? A spy?
"But...why is...." He was super confused. "...ah, ******** it." He barely understood this place. He had other things to be concerned about.
With that, he followed after Before.
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Posted: Sat Oct 06, 2012 11:29 pm
Jerry shifted on teh bed. He still hurt, but he was anxious. Increasingly anxious as Caelius and Clarice gave their orders. The mini-godzilla hovering nearby did not help. His stomach clenching, he dimly watched the others all milling about, talking, forming groups.... He needed to get moving. Rep and Harrison were moving out, and he found himself slowly easing himself from the bed. Fit or not, laying there was not going to get them home any time sooner. He hovered at Jordan's bed, hesitating a moment. Whatever rose-imbued merriment he had had the last time they had spent time together was spent, his expression grim and tired. "I'll keep an eye on them, you heal up, okay?" He said quietly, nervously knocking a knuckle against the cot-frame before shedding his friend a weak smile and ducking out of the tent. He grabbed the spare med-kits on his way for good measure. [EXIT]
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Posted: Sun Oct 07, 2012 9:47 pm
Somewhere in the tent Bul knew to brace for impact.
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Posted: Sun Oct 07, 2012 11:35 pm
(Entering)
Harrison returned, expression dark. The lizardthing was still here- he gave it a wide berth.
"They're still out there. We need bandaids, he ******** needs help-"
Harrison relaxed a little as the more qualified Lifers arrived, and unslung Rep from his shoulders as tenderly as he could onto an open cot near Jordan.
He sat down on the cot opposite, just as stiffly and not without wincing. If Rep was really hurt, or stayed out for too long... things were lurking right around the tent, and it was only getting worse. Harrison gripped his hands together and watched, anxious, as Rep was doctored and both of them were left to their cots.
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Posted: Mon Oct 08, 2012 7:10 am
When Jordan had half-risen from the cot, intending to follow the others out into the fog, Ferros had rumbled, deep and threatening, and said, You will rest more. Her claw came too near to the artery and I am concentrating on healing you so I do not have to worry that the wound will tear.
There was no room for argument in the weapon's tone. Jordan meekly sat down again.
When he heard Harrison's voice, he jolted out of a half-doze and blinked several times, shaking his head to clear it. Rep was out cold again, and Harrison looked too grim for Jordan's liking. "What happened?" he asked.
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Posted: Mon Oct 08, 2012 7:38 am
"Doll-girl again," he looked sideways at Bul. "Snuck up on us. I took care of her. ...I think. Hard to tell. Everything's so damn foggy. Didn't see any Egyptians this time, but there was a dragon- it's ******** to impossible to know what's just fog and what's trying to kill you." He looked at Rep's cot. "I don't know what shape he's in either. Didn't see anything, y'know. Real bad. It's hell outside camp. Like taking a dip in shark-infested water. And it just....goes on and on, far as I can see. Which to be fair isn't very damn far." He hesitated, "Didn't run into any other highschool kids that weren't- hell. Maybe they're all...."
If the barriers went down, their chances were grimmer than Harrison looked. He trailed off, it didn't help anything to run up a panic in here. He switched gears, looking Jordan over, and the grimness and the hard line of his mouth softened.
"How are you doing? Think you can move around some?" he asked.
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Posted: Mon Oct 08, 2012 7:53 am
Jordan grimaced. "Great," he said. "I guess it's better that we keep them off the barriers, though." He looked over at Rep's cot for long moments, watching the rise and fall of the red-haired man's chest.
"I wanted to get up when you guys did, but Ferros told me he wasn't done yet and I should sit down and shut up, so I sat and shut." He consulted with the dragon briefly. "He says I should be good to go now, though."
Jordan got up and rolled his shoulder carefully, testing it; the new tissue was still tender and a little sore, but the sense of stretching was healthy rather than painful. "I'm good, yeah," he reported, and started peeling off the bandaging, giving Harrison a small smile.
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Posted: Mon Oct 08, 2012 8:16 am
[Entering]
Jerry limped his way back into the tent wordlessly. He just needed to sit down for a while. He'd be fine.
Jordan was awake. Rep would live.
He desummoned Roar, wobbling a bit from the sudden shift of weight before quietly sitting himself down out of the way. He didn't know how many patrols he had left in him.
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Posted: Mon Oct 08, 2012 9:58 am
This time Rep didn't wake up gradually, there was no easing out of sleep into a dozing sort of conciousness. Tracey kept him out as long as he could, simply trying to regain enough basic energy and shields to keep him alive, focusing on bruises and dents rather than a single bleeding injury this time. When he couldn't keep him down any longer Rep took a startled breath, as if waking from a nightmare, and sat bolt upright on the cot.
Ace. Ace. Where was he?
His immediate thoughts forced him to ignore the pain and look around frantically. As soon as he spotted him and Jordan nearby, he let out a heavy sigh and flopped back with a soft thump.
Every failure just made him feel progressively more useless. He had a job to do and he kept failing at it. He wanted back out there again, killing more of those ******** fog creatures. The mind was willing but the flesh was dancing at breaking point.
"Did you get the number of that lorry?" he groaned.
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Posted: Mon Oct 08, 2012 11:38 am
Lex was just jelly he could never join the munchkin club. The other short girl, a trainee higher than her got a bewildered look at the question. Solia was death, death didn't heal. That was healer work, she was more the rogue. All about the back stabs. "Uhhhhhhhhhhhhhh." She looked around, finding some hello kitty runic bandaids. A shot to Lex as if asking 'Am I doing it right?' and 'These wont explode on me will they?' "There are bandaids?"
Solia smiled, if weakly. "But I guess we're supposed to hang around the tent. Patrol." Shoulders slumped. "Investigation is kind of over."
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iStoleYurVamps
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Posted: Mon Oct 08, 2012 1:09 pm
Ami looked at Solia, and then Lex, and then back to Solia. Then over to Matt, a moonie, and then back to Lex and Solia.
A solemn finger pointed at the moon trainee. "I want him to do it." This Solia girl was attempting to fix it with pink children's bandaids. They were cute, but definitely not going to do the job. Lex, on the other hand, she didn't trust as far as she could throw, and she was still feeling a bit sour about the whole "sack of potatoes" treatment.
So take that.
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