Post by Alex Rivera on Sept 21, 2014 5:00:13 GMT -5
Alex lets out a small defeated sigh and closes her eyes for a moment before taking a moment to pull a perishable from the groceries she got brought here with. It was just a small carrot. She would push the paper bag of groceries to Katrina. Alex did indeed feel much better since having her concussion healed, but still weakened. If they had to continued she could force herself, but in a fight in her current condition she would not be that much help. She would growl frustratedly at the thought of being so useless.
Alex sighs again,"I think I'll be ok to move again in a few hours." She would take a glance at the new commers before closing het eyes again while Katrina checked her over and took care of the rest of her injuries. The events of the day leading up to this point would play in her head. She would begin to wonder who the puffy smoke pirate guy was and why he had not taken her instead. Then again, maybe this is all a bad dream and she'll wake up at her home again? She could only hope but reality sinks in drawing her back to 'earth' again.
After finishing the carrot and letting her mind wander she would drift asleep again. It has been a rough first day for her. She would probably look innocent in her sleep despite the dried blood caked on her skin in places and in her hair, plastering the dark-red long bangs to the side of her cheek. For having her reality flipped on her again and almost killed, she has been taking things pretty well so far. One thought that enters her mind is curious as to the two new commers are even human or something else entirely. At this point, she isn't sure who she is anymore. All this will change her life forever regardless.
"Life is like an equation, it has many possible solutions with the same end result. How you choose to tackle it is up to you."~meh!
Post by Richard G. Hale on Sept 24, 2014 22:01:47 GMT -5
Rifle prepared and mental state ever-stable, the stoic Reaper would glance about the area for a defended outcropping, a slightly raised area, and anything that could be moved into place to provide defense against the elements and whatever else might be lurking around. He would announce his intentions of fortifying the area a bit before starting to gather the nearby materials found, if any, and moving them into place. The defensible area was a necessity for them if they wanted to spend the night in one place, especially in this otherworldly place, but the raised area was only him being selfish about the environment. It'd give him more range to look around with his rifle, less obstructions in the way, but it wasn't needed.
Throughout the process of material gathering Richard would keep an eye out for anything moving in the unforgiving stretch of land extending outwards from the group's spot. The last time he had been here they had been caught off guard by some alien-looking creature with poisonous spines, and a member of the group had been grazed by a shot when the rifleman tried to take it down. He wasn't about to make the same mistake twice.
Post by Katrina Wolf on Sept 28, 2014 16:24:33 GMT -5
Katrina stared almost vacantly towards what passed as a horizon for a few moments until finally the activity brought her back to reality. She shook her head side to side rapidly, as if it might fully awaken her from that moment of disconnect. All at once the things that had been said flooded back into her mind. Those deep green pools looked first to 'Ghost'. She stared pensively in his direction as she considered what he said. It almost looked as if she'd gone vacant again, though the way her jaw shifted side to side spoke of someone thinking carefully on what they might say next.
As if the scene were playing out again in her mind, the woman next turned her attention to Alex, who was now in the process of devouring a small carrot. In that space of time she'd pushed the bag over in Katrina's direction, who was only now noticing it. She looked down at it for a moment and then back up at her and nodded slowly as the words registered in her mind. She gave Alex a soft smile before she suddenly remembered the other man, or at least, judging by his voice he was a man. He announced he intended to fortify their position. To her own surprise, the medic let out a sigh that almost sounded longing. Mixed with the look on her face, it may have appeared she found some degree of happiness in what she heard, which was indeed true. Katrina felt no romantic feelings towards the man, but the fact he showed use of practical and useful ideas made her feel a little bit better about their odds here.
After a few moments of watching him go about, she realized that the other woman had remained quiet for now. Katrina then recalled her earlier question, and looked between the lot. "Alex needs a few hours to regain her strength and rest. Physically repaired or not, her injuries took a serious toll on her, and only rest is going to fix that. It was night when we arrived and we had been traveling for a little bit. I don't think dawn is too far off. I would suggest we move early in the morning, sometime after first light. I don't believe traveling at night is advisable in these unknown lands, and I would prefer to make the most out of what daylight we'll get. Depending on how much that is, we may have to adjust our strategy, but I would prefer to be able to see our enemy coming from further away if at all possible, and make it to the furthest shelters we can before calling it a night."
Katrina paused and looked over at 'Ghost'. "If people want to leave early, they're by all means welcomed to, though I consider our chances greater if we stick together. If we start abandoning people now..." Katrina's gaze fell upon Alex. "Then we might as well just call it quits and walk out into the night and wait for them to pick us off."
Having spoken her piece, Katrina grasped a hold of her rifle and proceeded off into Richard's direction. At the front of their little shelter, she took up a post, looking out over as much of the world as she could see from her position. The medic wandered back into her thoughts as she kept guard, considering how best to handle the situation further. Like her last foray into the world of the unknown, the group she was with didn't seem like it was willing to band together. One was purely aloof it seemed and didn't care. Another was brash and spoke their mind. Katrina might have been content to follow them, as she herself was used to the chain of command, but she couldn't bring herself to trust their judgement. They seemed to naive and without understanding of the way things worked. Katrina wasn't sure about the other two, however. One of them seemed okay with being led and seemed competent despite their injuries, but the other so far was a complete enigma to her. They seemed competent sure, but what would they do in a fight situation? Would they work cohesively or independently. Suddenly Katrina was reminded of a very unpleasant memory.
Post by Rayleen Cel'Frumos on Sept 29, 2014 17:32:45 GMT -5
Rayleen eyes Marcus and shrugs, she recognized him but didn't say anything for the time being. She stretches herself out and watches everyone. Rayleen was a truly quiet type when she was high, like she was now. It was after all in her nature. She kicks her legs and lets out a sigh, "So what happened to her?" She asks curiously. Simply trying to make conversation and stave off boredom. She moves closer to Marcus to talk to him, "What the hell is going on here? Did you have something to do with this?" She asks her words lacking a certain... eloquence. She closes her eyes for a moment and looks Marcus in the eye, she didn't trust him as far as she could throw him. Then... did she really trust any of these people at all? They were all strangers to her with the exception of Marcus. Who were they? She couldn't fault the other woman's logic though, "I'll stay with the group." She says.
Post by Marcus Drago on Oct 3, 2014 17:23:38 GMT -5
Ghost looked at Alex as she began eating a small carrot. He shook his head in disaproval, knowing that just a small carrot would not be enough to help her. Maybe she was saving up the food so that the others wouldn't starve, maybe she was actually half full and just eating to gain more strength, or maybe she was just too weak to eat. It was unknwon to Ghost why she was taking a small portion when there were more to choose from, but he didn't try to question her choices.
"She met a big bad monster and was too slow to run away from it. My guess is, there are more creatures faster than the average human and stronger than the strongest human in this... place. And no, I am as clueless to this situation as you are," Ghost said, giving a whisper to Ray so that the others would not hear. Marcus then spent most of his time watching the other man, even while Katrina was speaking, his eyes never left the bandage mans view. This man seemed unshaken by the situation he was in. Just like Kyrian, he did not ask what this place was, what was going on, or who was the person that brought him here. It was like he already knew the situation. The person that brought him here couldn't have possibly filled him in so quickly, based on the fact that the other girl was as stupid to what was happening as she looked. As Marcus began evaluating the new man evenmore, he found it a little odd how the man was looking for danger right away. From the way he searched through out the area, weary of the first thing to jump at him, Ghost could tell that this wasn't the mans first rodeo. Either he had been here before, or he was an incredibly intelligent and careful survivalist. It didn't matter which one he was, both were useful in this situation.
Then Katrina caught Ghost's eye as she began speaking to him. She gave a long speech about how leaving was a bad idea and Ghost agreed. Everyone was needed for safety. If one left then that meant there would be one less person to protect the group. How ever so admiral and convincing that speech was, Katrina did not take into account that Ghost did not give two shits about anyone in this group. "Thank you for your permission," he said then watched Katrina walk off to be with the bandaged man. "Ray," he would turn to the woman next to him. "Watch after the girl for me. I don't want anything to happen to her. I am going to go out for a little while. Tell the other red haired one that I will be back." After his words were said to he,r he would get up and move out of the rocks shelter. His eyes would look at the bright light while his legs would begin to move to its location. Not looking back and not listening to anyone who would call out to him.
Last Edit: Oct 3, 2014 20:12:10 GMT -5 by Marcus Drago
Post by Alex Rivera on Oct 5, 2014 10:36:21 GMT -5
Alex would be fast asleep at this point. Her condition had improved since being healed. A nights rest is all she needed and she'd be back on her feet that morning. She dreamt of being back home, living her small life. Then her dreams would turn darker and bring her back to her time in war. Which would cause a bit of discomfort as she slept, but she wouldn't wake up.
She could hear the distinct motor of a military helicopter in her head. Alex could almost feel the warm desert air hit her. Then in her dream she experiences the turning point in her life once more. She could almost feel the momentum of a spinning helicopter as it goes down. Hear the sickening cry of the engine dying. Then the crash... One thing she never understood: how did only she survived that? Was she distended to run into that demon back then. To someday come to this place? She honestly didn't care. It was all about survival now, like how it had been back then. She didn't want to let these new strangers down. She had to survive all over again. At least she got to see a whole new world, one dream to come true.
"Life is like an equation, it has many possible solutions with the same end result. How you choose to tackle it is up to you."~meh!
Post by Richard G. Hale on Oct 9, 2014 22:34:10 GMT -5
With a few primitive lines and structures set up around the perimeter to serve as some form of defense, a small slice of unease could be shorn off of the knot grinding it's way through the Reaper's core. Considering the current numbers it probably would have been much better to actually set up a more stable temporary camp, but given the circumstances the few items thrown into place would do, they had to.
The work went by relatively quickly all things considered, and someone even set off to help out. Richard gave the little lady an appreciative nod as she moved over to set up in her own little spot, adding to the defensive structure merely by just being present. It would be good to have some support defending the little alcove everyone seemed to be settled in, if it came down to it. Depending on the path whatever charged in might take it could potentially get caught in a crossfire, and the extra head would also help the both of them catch whatever might slip by unnoticed otherwise.
The equivalent of a raising eyebrow would morph itself under Richard's cloth-covered head-and-neck area as he saw a familiar face taking his leave of the group to go do god knows what. He didn't really stop anywhere before he went either, it seemed, he just mumbled something and then started walking. If he didn't know any better, the Reaper might think the guy had a deathwish, wandering out on his own as the sun set. Especially here, in this deceptively dangerous... Realm.
Thinking that he'd better at least give the fellow a warning before he was eaten, Richard would open his mouth and say "Hey, it's not a good idea to go out wandering around here by yourself at night, or at all. Never know exactly what's moving in the brush around you. If you really want to go I'm not stopping you, but make sure you don't lead anything back here. Be a real shame to end the evening with bloodshed." only to quiet back down afterwards, and sink into his surroundings, ever alert.
Post by Katrina Wolf on Oct 14, 2014 18:22:22 GMT -5
Katrina caught herself looking back at Alex again when the other woman brought her up. Even now, Katrina wondered if the girl would truly be okay. Physically she seemed to be improving, but the medic was more concerned with the emotional impact that the evening might have. She was well familiar with the feeling of uselessness in a dire situation, and the less than stellar cooperative nature of the group would likely take a toll as well. The situation caused a troubled look to cross the medic's face. Physical cuts were easy to fix. Mental and emotional one's were harder. At length she sighed and put the thought out of her mind as she turned back to her current activity.
In the background she heard 'Ghost' mumbling to Rayleen. She didn't try to make out the words, chalking them up to a further explanation of the situation. Whether it was or wasn't, the effect was ultimately the same. It served to fuel the distrust between the members of the group by being so secretive. Anything they felt they couldn't share with the whole of the group only served to fracture them into smaller groups, potentially pitting them against each other. It was a far cry from the platoon she had been assigned to during her time in the Army. Memories of her unit popped up into her mind. She recalled how close they had all been before the incident. They were practically an extension of her family. Even after the accident they were still close and operated as a single cohesive unit. Each one of them could depend on everyone else to do their job despite how distant they had become. These people were nothing like that.
An empty smile crossed her face as she recalled memories from before the accident. The woman truly missed those days, and now here with these unfamiliar people, she began to fully realize how tall she had erected the wall around herself. It was enough to send a momentary twinge of regret through her. Determined not to let it show, she straightened her face out and nodded in response to Rayleen.
As she made her way towards her post, she heard the reply from 'Ghost'. The sarcastic nature of the reply wasn't lost on her, nor did it truly come unexpected. In fact, truthfully it was right on the mark with the sort of reply she had expected. She was far from foolish enough to believe he would ever consider taking a suggestion from anyone other than himself or someone in a position to force his compliance in the face of self preservation. Still, she had to at least try. If she didn't then she could never say that she had done her best to fix the situation, which is what she had been trained to do.
From her new position, those green eyes scanned out over the surroundings. There was a lot to keep an eye out for, especially without knowing much about the inhabitants of the land. She simply didn't know what exactly it was she was looking for, and that made her job all the more difficult. She turned her head towards Richard. Her eyes traveled further, glancing out of the corner at the rest of the group when she heard 'Ghost' speak. In the silence following her speech, they were easy to make out. 'Ghost' planned to make a trip outside of their camp, likely to follow towards the light. Katrina swung her head back off into that direction as she considered the idea. No matter which way she thought about it, it was a bad idea. She turned back towards the others just in time for 'Ghost' to walk past her and out of the shelter. A pensive look crossed her face as she contemplated voicing the fact she considered it to be a bad idea.. but ultimately decided against it. She instead turned to watch him walk onward as Richard spoke to him, though it would seem that his words went unheeded.
Katrina silently watched the man walk off into the distance with an unreadable expression. After some time a sigh escaped from her. "Predictable," she stated simply. "I wonder if he's always like this?" The red-haired medic glanced back at Rayleen as she said this, though the question seemed mostly rhetorical. She returned to looking back out of the shelter as she continued to speak. "I don't know if what Kyrian said was true, but if it was -- That even 'gods' don't tread here lightly -- Then all more the fool he is. We're not in a condition to travel, and splitting up further isn't going to do us any good, so we can't really offer him any help."
Katrina fell silent. She was unsure of what else to say about it. A nagging part of her was telling her that something bad was going to happen with the group separated. Sending someone after him wasn't the solution though. Furthermore, it wasn't as if this was a truly unexpected development. So far, it had played out exactly as she had predicted it to. The problem was keeping the situation controlled from there. The medic let out a troubled sigh and went back to silently watching the entryway while trying her best to consider what else to say to these people. Making conversation seemed like it would be a struggle to say the least.
That persisting nagging feeling turned out not to be for nothing, unbeknownst to her. Across the way from the entrance of their shelter, a solitary banshee watched the group, waiting for a pristine moment to strike. Even with one injured, numbers and pure lack of knowledge prevented the banshee from charging in recklessly to attack the group. The moment one of them split off from the group, on the other hand, was a perfect moment for it to strike. The creature would spot the renegade party member and pursue it well outside visual range, waiting for the 'Ghost' to put enough distance between him and the rest of his companions. When Marcus was well out of sight of the group and well out of earshot, the creature would then take that moment to attack, taking advantage of it's form.
Post by Alex Rivera on Oct 22, 2014 22:51:59 GMT -5
Alex would sleep for hours. Being all patched up and resting quickened the healing process from the trama. The dreams didn't help though. They would be close to nightmares to her. She would began to appear to have flu like symptoms but otherwise is in good health. Sweat would begin to form on her body as her nightmares ensue, plastering her blood stained red hair to her face. Her breathing would remain shallow and steady and appear to be almost innocent and peaceful with few exceptions. She should make a full physical recovery by the morning, but her mind on the other hand will take time to heal.
In her dream, the day's event would play over and over again. Each time with a new twist. The worst of them taking her back to her childhood. Being a small helpless little girl, with scary monsters getting ahold of her and watching loved ones be eaten one by one until her turn. Different nightmares like that would continue for some time. Her fear of being useless and holding everyone behind helping take hold of her dreams. Despite this she would not awaken until either shaken violently or the morning comes.
Last Edit: Oct 22, 2014 23:00:45 GMT -5 by Alex Rivera
"Life is like an equation, it has many possible solutions with the same end result. How you choose to tackle it is up to you."~meh!
Post by Marcus Drago on Oct 25, 2014 8:22:41 GMT -5
Marcus began his long tread to the light, it had been on his mind ever since he was brought to this forsaken land. It tower'd over the world, reaching beyond the heavens, past millions of stars. When stared at directly, he would nearly go blind. The light showed everything that was not covered by another objects shadow. From the colors, to the trees, and to the small insect life that roamed on the orange flowers. It was a personal night light, given only to Marcus and the others by the Gods hands; or that is what he assumed. An assumption that could only be created thanks to the man known as Kyrian and the female voice known as Nysa.
Evidence also existed within the light itself. What other being could create light that touched the moon, that covered its warm embrace on every loved creature, and illuminated every part of the land with such divinity? If a mere mortal could do such a thing, then Marcus would search for him/her. He would search for knowledge from that strong being, and he would worship the wizard like a prophet would worship a God.
After a while of moving his feet, Marcus stopped just to look behind him. He could still see the figures of what once was his team. He could see the bandage man surveying the area for danger, he could see the red haired woman doing the same thing, and he could see the foot of the sleeping injured woman inside the cave-like structure. That was how close he was to the group, close enough for them to notice him and for him to notice them.
His head shook with a chuckling sound, then he began his tread once again. His left hand moved into his coat pocket, and slowly pulled out a lighter with a small pack of cigarettes. He was given this by the man he was working for, a client that probably owned every kind of smoke that existed this year. His collection was large, enough to fill an average school backpack. The daemon did not ask why the man had so much smokes, not really wanting to know, but he did ask why the man was willing to pay in cigarettes for his service once. After a long discussion, his employer managed to strike a deal that the daemon could agree with. He would kill one target for his client, then he would receive a good amount of smokes, which he ended up not using for after all.
This pack was what he carried for a long time, not even once thinking to open it up and try one out. “Now is a better time than any to smoke this shit away,” he said under his breath as he dug his claws into the clear plastic covering that encumbered the cigarette case. It came off with little struggle, then flew out of his fingers with the wind, landing a mile away from his feet. Marcus then took out one long and thick smoke, stretching pass the palm of his hand and middle finger. It looked brown and circular in shape. If it wasn't for the brand tag near the top, Marcus would have never been able to guess which part was the butt he needed to light on fire, not that it mattered.
When he placed the smoke in his mouth, and used the lighter to burn its end, he was given the strangest feeling. A ding inside his head that would not go away. It was a warning of danger, his second nature friend that would blaze with helpful advice. When it went off, Marcus stopped every action he made and prepared for the worse. His eyes moved towards every direction he could see, searching for the danger. He looked towards his front, nothing but the clear fields and bright light; he looked towards his left, seeing the far end of trees rustling due to the wind; he looked towards his right, catching the glimpse of a firm and very tall mountain; finally, he looked towards his back and saw the danger he was so afraid of.
First, it came like a bullet, a human body hurling towards him at an outrageous speed; then, it stopped as soon as Marcus laid eyes upon it. The daemons eyes widened when he saw the threat, a mere child. A boy, looking around the age of 10. His skin was extremely pale under the moonlight, with eyes dark as the shadows in night. The boy wore nothing but underwear, had barely any hair on its head, and only reached the height of Marcus's lower abdominal. At first glance, this boy seemed harmless, strengthen only by the fact that it looked scared. "Hello," the being communicated to Marcus, sending shivers down his spine. It sounded like several animal noises where fused together to create one terrifying monster voice. He could hear the mighty lion, the crazy monkey, the dominate gorilla, the stalking tiger, and the most dangerous bear. All this made him a little worried, and the boy knew this. The boy saw it in Marcus eyes that he was becoming a little frightened by this boys presence, and the boy liked it. A smile came across its face, a smile that made everything clear to Marcus, something that his sixth sense could not do. That smile, sinister and horrifying, told Marcus that this boy wanted him dead.
Last Edit: Oct 25, 2014 15:26:19 GMT -5 by Locutus Ferox: Please cease jumping post order. Katrina > Marcus > Alex > Rayleen > Richard. This is the order. Stick to it.