The Siege of Wyoming(Open)

[Cenarious Zikeram]

Cenarious has been planning this for years. It was time for her to take her stance against the humans. They would no longer take her beloved forests and its inhabitants. She has seen many of her friends die due to humans. Just a little ago, the humans killed a baby bison. Killed it! She would not stand for this. They also shot dead a Gorilla! An endangered species. She was now marching towards the closest town, Marbleton. She would take that land back for the forest, for all the creatures that have died. She had her friendly falcon scouting the skies while she got closer, with her pet grey wolf, which was beside her. She walked into the town border, and around an office building. It was a slow day, and she saw no one on the street. She picked up a stick and caught it on fire, then breaking the town window and throwing it in, towards a desk. She hoped it would burn. She saw a car driving pass and the people inside it started screaming. The car halted to a stop, and a buff-looking man got out with a gun and pointed it towards her.

She pointed to him, with a scowl on her face. Suddenly, from the air, the Peregrine Falcon came down and stole the gun right out of the man's hands. The falcon dropped the gun into the hands of Cenarious, and she laughed.  The man attempted to get in the car, but Cenarious shot the pistol, with bullets flying into the man, and he dropped dead. She looked towards the wife and children in the war and cleared her throat. "Go. Tell others to leave, this town is reclaimed by the forest." She said loud and clearly. The Peregrine Falcon landed on her shoulder while her wolf sat beside her, waiting.

[Prince Velkan]

Velkan breathed a sigh of relief when his feet finally touched solid ground again. His grimace slowly let up as the parachute collapsed behind him and he reached up and smacked the button on his chest. The parachute whirred, and rolled up and disappeared in to the backpack it came from to slow his descent and allow him to land safely. All of this....all this was done in less than twenty four hours. Whatever was going on must be really bad he supposed for such rapid action.

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He had been called to a meeting in the UNSAID office because he was one of the few in the building, and they needed people right then and did not have time to wait to recall somebody from the field. They told him he was going to America, to a town in Wyoming where a supernatural had gone out of control and was attacking the town. This news was fresh and current, straight from one of their satellites. They needed Velkan to support another agent in the field to either apprehend or kill this rogue supernatural being. He was to leave immediately, and meet up with Bethany aboard an aircraft that was going to take them to America and they would have to parachute in to the place where they where needed. From there, they would be on their own except for radio contact with HQ. Velkan had not been exceptionally pleased with this latest assignment. He was not a huge fan of flying….

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Velkan sat through the entire ride upon the airplane resolutely not looking through the window, or really doing anything besides gritting his teeth and clenching the handles of his seat with a death grip. He pretty much ignored Bethany the entire trip other than a curt nod here and there. Flying was not for him….if humans had been meant to fly they would have grown their own wings like angels or demons. Unfortunately he did not even have the good fortune of looking forward to finally landing. No, instead they were going to leap from this moving airplane in to the sky before free falling for what would seem like eternity before entrusting their lives to a flimsy piece of cloth meant to stop their downward momentum enough that they did not shatter every bone in their body. Not exactly the most reassuring moments of Velkan’s probably short life….

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Velkan tried his best to not hyper ventilate as he plunged through the air, white hair being whipped every way imaginable. It had taken a good shove from somebody behind him to ‘encourage’ him to leave the airplane in the first place, and now he was trying to keep his eyes wide open despite the dryness caused to them by the whistling air. He wanted to be sure he opened his parachute in time, and had a feeling that if he closed his eyes or even blinked he would end up splattered upon the ground below like a bug upon a earthen windshield. His knuckles where white upon the ripcord of the advanced parachute given to him by the UNSAID agents, and he simply prayed to goddess Varos that this was not his time to die an extremely messy death…

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Unbuckling the parachute, Velkan slipped it from his shoulders and grabbed his bag from beneath the parachute. Kneeling down, he glanced over at Bethany as he unzipped his began and sighed a soft sigh of relief as he revealed his beautiful rifle. He slowly lifted it and began to assemble it with love, care, and devotion as he worked the pieces together with expert and deft hands before finally sliding the high powered sniper scope on to the top. He slipped the strap over his shoulder, tightening it to keep it in place before picking up a small Glock pistol and sliding it in to a holster upon his hip just in case. His knife was safely nestled inside his boot, and the last touch was his hat. Pulling it from his bag, he pulled it upon his head and low over his eyes, stuffing the parachute backpack inside the bag and quietly stashing them inside a bunch of bushes. Finished, and ready to continue the mission now that they where upon the ground, he looked over at Bethany and nodded as he turned his radio on so they could talk even over long distances and they could talk even over long distances and he could get any last minute up to date information directly from HQ.

[Jacksoπ Flεtchεr]

    So Jack was in Wyoming. Yep yep. Also, Marbleton? As luck would have it, Jack was there, too. Why he was there was because he was traveling. Just travelin'. Truth be told, the young man didn't have much to do. He was out of work and there wasn't a whole lot he wanted to do. So there he found himself, in the middle of nowhere. Sorry. In the middle of Marbleton, Wyoming.

    Sipping a glass of lemonade, the young man sat in a diner, hogging a booth to himself while he did nothing but sit there and flick through reddit. The waitress brought him a plate of eggs and he thanked her with smile. It had been a while since Jack had eaten a real breakfast, rather than just candy or some other junk food. Still, he ate with one hand while he browsed on his phone with the other.

    Gunshots? There seemed to be some commotion going on somewhere. Well. Jack was gonna finish his eggs first before going to check it out. As he ate, the young man told himself that he wasn't gonna interfere. Just observe. Well, he'd try, anyways.