BROKEN GROUND:~ A Post-Apocalyptic RP
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				Title: <strong>BROKEN GROUND:~ A Post-Apocalyptic RP</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>DeyKnight</strong> on <strong>18-01-2012, 06:19:37</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: BROKEN GROUND:~ A Post-Apocalyptic RP</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>DeyKnight</strong> on <strong>18-01-2012, 06:20:39</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i177.photobucket.com/albums/w223/Mirrahs_echo/border_DE3.jpg)</div><div class="floatright">(http://i177.photobucket.com/albums/w223/Mirrahs_echo/border_DE4.jpg)</div><div align="center"><span class="bbc_u"><em><strong><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size">Locations</span></strong></em></span><br><strong>[STRATCLAW (http://i177.photobucket.com/albums/w223/Mirrahs_echo/mapofstratclaw2.jpg)]</strong><br>A basic map of the village near the Niagara Falls. The city of Stratclaw is where some of the last true survivors live, having clung to one another to strive for existence, and avoidance of extinction. The Wall (http://i28.photobucket.com/albums/c247/Friedhoff/Misc/hugestonewall.jpg) surrounds the entire village of Stratclaw, and only has two main gates: Northgate &amp; Southgate. The Cemetery, guarded by the Cemetery Gate (http://i107.photobucket.com/albums/m319/gus3991a/e8ec1ed8.jpg), is just south and west of the village.<br><strong>[NIAGARA FALLS (http://i28.photobucket.com/albums/c247/Friedhoff/Misc/stormyfalls2.jpg)]</strong><br>The falls are approximately 1.5 miles north of Stratclaw itself. However, it is a cliffside that is not frequented only by humans. The water is a source of life to all sorts of Kreatures, and home to some as well. It is, however, the main reason that Stratclaw has survived as long as it has.<br><strong>[ZHAS'MIR FOREST (http://i185.photobucket.com/albums/x194/A8J8B/Dark_Forest.jpg)]</strong><br>The woods surrounding Stratclaw are known as Zhas'mir. A dangerous place filled with Kreatens, Sub-Humans, and is a place only braved by the scouts and fighters who are trained to deal with such threats. Typically, though, only the Elites go out into the depths of Zhas'mir. What lies out there is not for the faint of heart, or for the untrained.<br><span class="bbc_u">Note:</span> The forest extends out 1.5 miles to the North of Stratclaw, 10 miles to the South, and then 7 miles to the East and West.<br><strong>[WASTELANDS (http://i28.photobucket.com/albums/c247/Friedhoff/Misc/fallout-3-facts-that-could-save-you.jpg)]</strong><br>The wastelands are a place that are essentially a death sentence. It's exactly that, a barren wasteland, and there's nothing within sight, or even hope for anything out there. The few that stray out there and make it through alive have typically gone insane or are seen as ridiculously lucky. This vast expanse of broken ground is nicknamed 'The Dead Zone' by many inhabitants of Stratclaw...and well named. <br><span class="bbc_u">Note:</span> The wastelands begin about a mile outside the outskirts of Zhas'mir Forest, and are visible from the treeline.<br><br><strong><span class="bbc_u"><em><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size">Terms to Know</span></em></span></strong><br><strong>[SLUDGE]</strong><br>Looks exactly like what it sounds like: sewer sludge. Blackish brown, clumpy, gooey, fowl smelling, tar-like, fluid substance. It eats through anything organic in a matter of seconds due to it's acidity and it's fumes are highly toxic if exposed. It flows through the Dead Zone and occasionally makes an appearance in areas that have a large water supply. Almost like a living creature in how it seeks out water after having been in the dryness of the desert for so long. It has been known to change powers and personalities if an individual comes into brief physical contact with it (ie. Sludge-burned).<br><strong>[ELITE]</strong><br>A Tribe member that is labeled as an "Elite" is a member of the most highly trained division of the militia, or field, branch. This is currently under the command of the Field Commander. The Elites are trained as extreme fighters, scouts, trackers, and wilderness survivors. Also, more often than not, they are trained as hunters, but it's not necessarily the case. To be called an Elite is a huge honor, and very few are chosen to be trained as Elites. Very. Few. <br><strong>[KREATURE]</strong><br>Any creature that has been drastically effected by Radiation. <br>The following are examples of Kreatures that will appear frequently in this thread: <br>Reavers (Sub-Human) [1 (http://popculturemonster.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/10/reavers.jpg), 2 (http://www.mask-shop.com/images/zombie_maske.jpg)]; Dactyl [1 (http://d21c.com/AAALynx/dino/Pterodactyl4.jpg), 2 (http://www.ucmp.berkeley.edu/museum/public/pingens.gif), etc. (http://i118.photobucket.com/albums/o111/Ewan_023/pterodactyl.jpg)]; Bull Ant [1 (http://images1.wikia.nocookie.net/__cb20110508014219/fallout/images/thumb/d/d7/Giant_soldier_ant.png/240px-Giant_soldier_ant.png), 2 (http://yaflamingalah.files.wordpress.com/2008/02/them_giant_ant.jpg)]; Mantis [1 (http://museum.mdwfp.com/images/hi-res/insects_mantis_300dpi.jpg), 2 (http://www.ebyte.it/logcabin/parrettil/MantisPortrait_4x4.jpg)]; Spidren [X (http://robotmonkeys.net/wp-content/uploads/2009/04/1839649642_la_machine_3_large.jpg), web (http://www.rentokil.com/blog/wp-content/uploads/2011/04/Huge-spiders-web-in-Texas.jpg)]; Mile-Ped [X (http://images3.wikia.nocookie.net/godzilla/images/thumb/7/78/Giant_Centipede.jpg/300px-Giant_Centipede.jpg)]; ??? [X (http://www.untameduniverse.net/portfolio/char/zombie_fish_dude05.jpg)]<br><em>A note about </em><em>Reavers:</em> They have an antigen in their saliva that infects anything they bite, or any open wound their drool gets in, and it alters the DNA of the living victim and turning them into a Reaver as well. It typically takes minutes for the Turning to start, and the victim is typically killed out in the field by the highest ranking Field officer present.</div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: BROKEN GROUND:~ A Post-Apocalyptic RP</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>DeyKnight</strong> on <strong>18-01-2012, 06:22:41</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: BROKEN GROUND:~ A Post-Apocalyptic RP</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>DeyKnight</strong> on <strong>21-01-2012, 01:06:08</strong>
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				The sun was slipping down over the horizon, the filthy orange light filtered through the trees and over the wall surrounding Stratclaw like a bad omen. The dust storms from the Wastes were blowing through Zhas’mir and getting caught amongst the trees, and Stratclaw was hazed over with dust. It was like watching the fog roll in, only it was particles of dust that flowed in as Northgate opened outward. The group of shadows that walked in started off appearing large, and as they entered, gates closing behind them, it became clear their purpose – the Infirmary. <br><br>“Let’s move!” Came the roar&nbsp; from the figure in front – even Detta’s hair was hard to see through the layer of sweat and dirt that covered her, and the goggles and bandana that was over her face, but her barking voice was unmistakable. “Get those two into isolation NOW!” She ordered the two men with bodies tied up in rope slung over their shoulders. As they took off, Detta turned and looked at the other three members of her team, “You three, report to the coroner who we lost and why, and one of you get to Thane and tell him what happened out there. Let him know I’ll give an official report later. I have things to deal with. Right. Now.” <br><br><div class="floatleft">(http://i177.photobucket.com/albums/w223/Mirrahs_echo/Anime%20Women/0011dl8-1.jpg)</div>Detta’s face turned to the last person that had come through the gate – a man in his mid twenties. When Detta strode toward him, the man froze, despite being taller than she was. When she got to him, her hands were on his collar and she audibly slammed him into Northgate, gripping him by the collar of his jacket. <br><br>“WHAT HAVE YOU DONE?! DO YOU NOT KNOW WHAT A REAVER IS?! ARE YOU SUCH A FUCKING MORON THAT YOU THINK YOURSELF MORE SKILLED THAN AN ELITE?!” Her knee found his gut and the man doubled over, and she redoubled the attack. She grabbed him by the collar again and slammed him up against the heavy wood and metal doors again. No one interfered. No one was foolish enough to put themselves in harm’s way, especially where Detta was involved. The man coughed and lifted his head. <br><br>“We only saw one… we figured…” But his words were cut off by an openhanded slap across his face. <br><br>“You FIGURED?! Reavers travel in PACKS!! Just because you only <em>see</em> one, doesn’t mean it’s <em>alone</em>!!” She pulled him toward her and slammed him into the gate again. “They. Are. REAVERS!” She barked at him and then pointed toward the training area near Northgate, just to the east of inside the gate. <br><br>“Do you know what I teach my Scouts? They don’t encounter ANY Kreature on their own!! Are you as good as a Scout out in the field?!” He opened his mouth to answer and she winded him with a fist to his diaphragm. “No! You want to know what I teach my Elites? You don’t encounter ANY Kreature on their own!! Are you as good as an Elite?! NO!!” She got in his face. “And <em>every</em> single one of them knows that the only thing you do when you even <em>think</em> there’s a Reaver – YOU RUN!!!!”<br><br>She released him, letting him fall to his knees on the ground to catch his breath. She leaned down, shook her head and spoke in a vicious hiss in his ear, “I had to raise my sword… to three… of my people, because YOU decided you KNEW BETTER!!!” And she kicked him all the way to the ground on his side. She stood over him a moment. “You <em>ever</em> do that again… and I won’t give the Reavers a chance to get you… I’ll kill you myself.” And with that, the Field Leader strode off, heading toward the infirmary. <br><br>If those last two turned while in isolation, they were going to need someone to put them down. And Detta wasn’t going to wish that duty on anyone. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: BROKEN GROUND:~ A Post-Apocalyptic RP</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheHangedOne</strong> on <strong>21-01-2012, 02:36:01</strong>
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				Halfway through his shift of guarding the Northgate, his eyes espied the figure of their indomitable, resident bad ass returning with several men in tow. From his perch, high above, he silently drew one of his hand-carved arrows from a quiver, which hung at his waist, attached to the worn leather belt that kept his pants up. <br><br>He took a stance, prepared to fire, just in case; with how quickly they were moving, their was a chance that they could be running from something, and if they were, he needed to be ready to shoot. Thankfully, however, their didn't seem to be any Kreatures hot on their trail; he had doubted it, but still, better to be prepared for the worst and not have it happen, than be caught flatfooted. <br><br>About halfway into the beating that the idiot below was receiving, he relaxed his stance, the arrow finding its way back into the quiver, and his bow relaxing. He turned his attention to Detta as she proceeded to physically and verbally decimate the sodding fool who, as he gathers quite easily, is now responsible for several of their own being killed in action. <br><br>Even Pain cringed a bit when he saw how badly beaten the man was. Though normally one to take joy and exhilaration in suffering (or inflicting) pain, the guard could not possibly fathom being on the receiving end of Detta's fury as anything remotely enjoyable. "Better clean yourself up, lad. And by the way, she will kill you if you fuck up again. That's no idle threat." He chastised the man after Detta had left, although he meant it to try and be helpful; to help reinforce the fact that he needed to pull his shit together and get with the program.<br><br>Hopefully, nobody died that Pain knew, otherwise the bastard below him was going to have a very unpleasant night; and he'd likely have another scar, but so what? His arms, even his legs, even his shoulders, all bore scars; many light, some so deep as to look to have been inflicted upon him by an attacker, and not by his own hand. <br><br>His attention returned to scanning the perimeter of the Northgate from his perch. Even if nothing was on their heels, their's still a chance that something might catch their lingering scent and follow it to their home, and he wasn't going to let <em>anything</em> hostile get past the gate. Not on <em>his</em> watch.
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				Title: <strong>Re: BROKEN GROUND:~ A Post-Apocalyptic RP</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lemon Lime</strong> on <strong>21-01-2012, 04:32:05</strong>
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				Drinking, reading, and staring out the window was a nice day to spend relaxing and not working. A single pint of a dark beer a book she had read three times over and watching a fellow scout get chewed out. Netty of course was more of a tracker but she technically fell into the same category and she knew the guy, she did not like him. She sat alone and watched the fiery woman beat on the taller man. She could not hold back a small chuckle. He must had seriously screwed up and if it was his fault bodies were being carried back instead of walking back then she didn't feel to bad about giggling at the man's pain. It was idiots like that, that made the rest of the people in her line of work look bad. <br><br>The thin brunette ran her fingers through her hair assessing the wind and dust issue outside and then deciding to go ahead and brave it. She had a few errands to run, pick up her father's large dagger from the smith(one of the very few people she let touch it),&nbsp; who had sharpened it for her and then go visit her parents graves since it had been awhile the last time she visited them. Although the weather might put a damper on that last plan. Netanya tossed a nod to the owner in thank for her "freebie" beer, anyone who put there lives in harms way for the good of them all got one on the house, then shut her book and walked out, quickly pulling the hood to her jacket up over her head and holding it there to shield her eyes. <br><br>She saw the wounded boy and he looked at her hoping to get some help as he hobbled his way towards the infirmary. He said hello and Netty just looked at him, with her usual blank expression and put a hand on his shoulder and stared him right in the eye.<br>"You made the rest of us look bad... don't do that."<br><br>She gave a curt nod and let him complete his walk of shame alone. Her hands held her hood up as she made her way towards Iron Hand's forge. He may or may not be there but she'd try and hope he was there She didn't like being without her main weapon, especially since it held sentimental value. Her&nbsp; leisurely walk turned into a slight jog - not that she was in a hurry but this wind was a nuisance and it looked like someone wanted to talk to her about it. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: BROKEN GROUND:~ A Post-Apocalyptic RP</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elven Sex Goddess</strong> on <strong>21-01-2012, 05:27:51</strong>
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				Running through the small field,&nbsp; &nbsp;hands clutching the skirt of her dress billowing about her.&nbsp; &nbsp;Isis runs with some of the&nbsp; youths of the community.&nbsp; &nbsp;Playing an ancient game called football.&nbsp; &nbsp; Her attention diverted as her gaze drifts towards the commotion going on at the north gate of the community.&nbsp; &nbsp; She miss the pass that comes sailing at her and smacking her in the face.&nbsp; As with all day long, the wind picked up and another brutal gust swept over the pitch.&nbsp; &nbsp;Staggering with a yelp of pain as the makeshift ball, a pigs bladder&nbsp; stuffed hurt when it hits.&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;The ball careens off of her and hits an opposing player.&nbsp; Who is caught unaware within the play.&nbsp; &nbsp;The ball rolls out of bounds on the pitch.&nbsp; &nbsp; <br><br>Instead of gathering herself and fetching the ball to throw it back into play.&nbsp; &nbsp; Isis comes&nbsp; to&nbsp; a stop and looks on.&nbsp; &nbsp;Taking in the abusive rant of&nbsp; Detta on one of the returning party.&nbsp; &nbsp; A slight frown crosses Isis expression for a moment.&nbsp; &nbsp; Then seeing the one making his way towards the infirmary.&nbsp; &nbsp; <br><br>"I'm done&nbsp; guys,&nbsp; &nbsp;perhaps another time." <br><br>Isis says as she grabs the skirt of her dress and lifts it again.&nbsp; As she hurries to go assist the one limping to the infirmary.&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;For all practical purposes the match was over.&nbsp; &nbsp;A haze has filter into the area.&nbsp; &nbsp; Making it not only windy but hazy.&nbsp; &nbsp; <br><br>Reaching the wounded boy,&nbsp; &nbsp;Isis slips a around in assisting him to the infirmary.&nbsp; &nbsp;"Come on&nbsp; lets get you inside and I can take a look and what has happened."&nbsp; &nbsp;Assisting the young man into the infirmary.&nbsp; &nbsp;She immediately get him to sit.&nbsp; &nbsp; As she now begin accessing what kind of injury he had.&nbsp; &nbsp;Was it a simple sprain.&nbsp; Or had he broken something.&nbsp; &nbsp;Or is it something else.&nbsp; &nbsp;Had a kreature gored him or such.&nbsp; &nbsp;<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: BROKEN GROUND:~ A Post-Apocalyptic RP</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>DeyKnight</strong> on <strong>21-01-2012, 05:59:02</strong>
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				Detta was already in the infirmary by the time Isis came in with the young man that Detta had just given a beating to. She was helping secure two of her people to beds with rope, in separate isolation rooms, and then locking the doors behind her before moving to the barred window that looked in. They'd given up using glass on these windows in the infirmary -- if an isolated patient turned, it always got broken, so they stuck with metal bars like in the prison cells down in the caves. <br><br>Detta stood there, arms crossed as she stared in through the bars at her people, breathing deeply -- if they turned, she'd kill them swiftly. She wasn't going to let them suffer the change. <br><br>Her head lifted as she saw Isis come in with the man she'd just given a beating to and her face twisted with rage. <br><br>"Isis! ...leave him," She then paused remembering where she was and corrected herself, "Bandage him. But don't you <em>dare</em> use your abilities on him. He needs to <em>remember</em> this lesson, and I won't let you make it easier for him to forget by healing him like you do." Detta didn't like being in the infirmary... she never did. So she was always testier in here than she was anywhere else. <br><br>Detta's hands balled into fists as she glared from Isis to the young man she was helping. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: BROKEN GROUND:~ A Post-Apocalyptic RP</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elven Sex Goddess</strong> on <strong>21-01-2012, 18:43:19</strong>
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				<sup><strong>Infirmary (Isis with Detta)</strong></sup><br><br><div class="floatright">(http://ist1-3.filesor.com/pimpandhost.com/5/3/2/5/53250/W/y/Z/L/WyZL/ec13.jpg)</div>Two others had been brought in.&nbsp; &nbsp; Their faith hanging in the balance.&nbsp; &nbsp;The scales heavily favored that they would be put down.&nbsp; &nbsp;It is no surprise that Detta is already within the infirmary.&nbsp; &nbsp; For it is she that will put the two down.&nbsp; &nbsp;This is enough information to be had.&nbsp; &nbsp;It said a lot the group had run into reavers.&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;The two now in isolation rooms have been bitten.&nbsp; &nbsp; Of course there was a cause to this.&nbsp; &nbsp;The young man Isis now assisted and looked after.&nbsp; &nbsp;Apparently had been the cause of it.&nbsp; &nbsp;Such conclusion is reached as Detta nearly loses herself with rage and anger in seeing Isis charge.&nbsp; &nbsp;Ready to once again pummel&nbsp; him over his mistake.&nbsp; &nbsp; <br><br>Isis shoots a glare back at the resident hellion.&nbsp; &nbsp;Holding it for a few moments.&nbsp; &nbsp;Then looking over the young man.&nbsp; &nbsp;His injuries are not life threatening.&nbsp; &nbsp;It would seem the worst of his hurts are from the beating he received by Detta.&nbsp; &nbsp; Rising up from her inspection, her attention turning towards Detta and her vigil of the two within the isolation rooms.&nbsp; Isis crosses the room walking over to her.&nbsp; &nbsp; Softly she would speak.&nbsp; So her words will not carry.&nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br>"I want to heal them.&nbsp; I think I can,&nbsp; I wish to attempt such.&nbsp; &nbsp;However,&nbsp; I cannot heal you.&nbsp; Your problem is you care and refuse to acknowledge such.&nbsp; &nbsp; Perhaps one day I will figure out how to heal you and make you whole Detta.&nbsp; &nbsp; For now open the door and let me in to see one of them.&nbsp; &nbsp; I believe I can heal before they change."<br><br>Isis through would leave it as only a thought.&nbsp; &nbsp;Not ready to test her theory.&nbsp; &nbsp;The civilian, the young man had done something wrong.&nbsp; &nbsp;Still his wounds had needed to be treated.&nbsp; &nbsp;Turning away to let Della and her people see to what needs to be done.&nbsp; &nbsp;
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				Title: <strong>Re: BROKEN GROUND:~ A Post-Apocalyptic RP</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kevben Battleheart</strong> on <strong>22-01-2012, 03:12:31</strong>
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				<strong><sup>Forge, Pontius</sup></strong><br><br>As one would approach the slightly separated building from the others, as a precaution should a fire start, one can hear the sound of a hammer striking every few moments before the sound would completely stop. Inside the dimly lit building was Pontius who was placing a piece he was working with back into the flames of his forge to reheat to an yellow-orange color. Once work was done with it, the metal would take the form of another blade that would be given to an Elite or a scout, whoever it was that Detta would deem worthy to wield the weapon in the defense of their home.<br><br>Wearing a leather apron that sported plenty of burn marks and a white shirt with its sleeves rolled up, Pontius moved away from the forge for a few moments and took up the dagger that Netty dropped off to be sharpened. It was a simple task as he sat onto the worn, old stool and began to press the pedal that would start turning the grindstone. It took him a little bit to get the wheel turning, but once he had it spinning at a fare pace did he bring the edge of the dagger to the wheel and braced himself as the resultant sparks began to fly, as well as to make sure that the dagger wouldn't suddenly go flying and possibly stab him by accident. His gaze remained completely focused on his hands as he had lost feeling in them awhile ago, and though he could still use them without worry, it did make it hard for him to know when he was or wasn't gripping anything.<br><br>Watching his work, eventually he switched to sharpen the other side as he took the small weapon away from the grindstone to let it get up to speed again before pressing it against the stone once more. He allowed himself only as much time on that side as he had spent on the first side before bringing the weapon close to his face for inspection. Though he was satisfied with how it looked, he did one more thing to ensure that it was sharp. Ensuring he had it in his hand, he brought the blade of the weapon up to his forearm and pressed down as lightly as he could before pulling the blade to see a little bit of blood begin to well up at the self inflicted wound. Sure that Netty would be happy with the result, he brought it over to his table and returned it back into its sheath before returning back to his forge. The metal within was glowing brightly as Pontius reached in without so much as a care and took the metal in hand and brought it back to his anvil and with hammer in hand, began to pound away once more to form the iron into the required shape while muttering softly to it.
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				Title: <strong>Re: BROKEN GROUND:~ A Post-Apocalyptic RP</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lemon Lime</strong> on <strong>23-01-2012, 04:04:02</strong>
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				The sand whipped at her hair as Netanya continued to make her way towards Pontius. Grumbling under her breath that it was taking longer to get there than usual, even though it was the same distance - the uncomfortable weather made it seem longer. Finally, her jog came to an end as she came to the building. Quickly stepping underneath an overhang and adjusting her tight pants, and jacket. Once she felt more put together she went into the forge, watching the strong man at work. It was always hot in that room, even when there was no fire, it felt like there was - at least she thought so. Netty rubbed her eyes trying to prevent the sand granules that her eye lashes stopped from now jumping in her eyes.<br><br>Once he seemed to be taking a tiny pause between striking the white hot metal she took a step forward and gave a tiny smile. <br>"Hello, Pontius. I'm here for my blade... that's if you're finished with it. If not I can come back later..."<br>She looked around admiring the man's work space. It was definitely a profession and place that if you didn't love it, you might go crazy, and from what she could tell he seemed to enjoy it - and was extremely skilled at it. <br><br>"Also, I have to thank you for sharpening it for me, I can never get it just right - you know how to do it just right."<br>She then realized how&nbsp; what she just said could be completely misconstrued and her face reddened slightly and then her brain reminded her that this was one the reasons that she did not like speaking to people. Her words tended to not come out or sound right. <br><br>Netty pulled her hood off her head and shook her hair out, muscling another smile trying to think of small talk to change the subject.<br>"So... some weather we're having eh?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: BROKEN GROUND:~ A Post-Apocalyptic RP</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kevben Battleheart</strong> on <strong>23-01-2012, 07:25:18</strong>
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				<sup><strong>Forge, Pontius with Netty</strong></sup><br><br>The blade was nearly completed as Netty came walking into the enclosed space of the forge, but Pontius didn't notice due to how focused he was in his work and didn't notice until there was a lull in his work and she choose that point to speak to him. Straightening himself back up and rolling back his shoulders, he looked back at her and nodded his head. "Just one moment please." was all that he asked and turned back to his current project. Setting his hammer aside, he took up the still heated piece of metal with his bare hands and placed it back into the flames to heat up for a little more.<br><br>"Would you like a drink?" he asked as he took up a nearby canteen and took a small swig before giving her the container if she wished for a drink herself, meanwhile moving over to the table that held the sheathed dagger that once belong to her father and picked it up with care, cradling it in his hands as he walked it over to her. "I finished with its sharpening not too long ago. I think you'll find it to be at a level that even you can appreciate it." he said, offering her a small smile as he removed the knife to give a small demonstration. Pressing his thumb against the edge, he barely pressed against it and moved his thumb down before removing and watching a small bead of blood.<br><br>Cleaning it real quick with a small cloth and re-sheathing it before he offered it up to her. "The weather isn't all that disturbing, though it may be a sign of something to come. Be prepared for anything Netty, least you wish to join your parents in the grave." he advised, moving over to the worn stool and taking a seat. "So what happened out there? I'm pretty certain I could hear Detta even over the sound of my hammer." he inquired.
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				Title: <strong>Re: BROKEN GROUND:~ A Post-Apocalyptic RP</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>DeyKnight</strong> on <strong>26-01-2012, 11:18:07</strong>
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				<sup><strong>Infirmary (Isis with Detta)</strong></sup><br><br>Detta would stand there like stone as Isis spoke to her. Physically as stone, though her green eyes blazed with fury. How <em>dare</em> the other woman presume to know <em>anything</em> about her?! They weren't friends. Detta didn't have friends. And then Isis said she thought she could heal them? That was when Detta lost it. <br><br>As Isis reached to touch the door handle, Detta would slam a knife into the door frame, blocking the handle from Isis's hand and would move, getting in Isis's personal space and glaring down at the woman with a stare that would curdle blood. <br><br>"You know the protocol," came the low growl. "A Reaver's bite takes hold the instant it gets in their blood. <em>Nothing</em> can heal it. Do you remember what happened LAST TIME you tried to heal one of them?! THEY TURNED ANYWAY AND TRIED TO KILL EVERYONE!!!" She roared a mere inch from the other woman's face, not caring if the woman was a civilian. Detta ran the militia of Stratclaw, and didn't give a damn who got in her way. <br><br>"The protocol is there for a reason. And like HELL am I going to let you be stupid enough to risk everyone's safety." She would not move out of the woman's way, her hands gripping the hilts of her blades as she watched her. <br><br>"Go see to patients you can actually heal... and let. Me. Do. My. Job." <br><br>And this was why people didn't get in Detta's way -- because the woman didn't back down, even if she was wrong. However, in this moment she wasn't wrong. If the people in those rooms were going to turn, there was nothing to be done to save them. All they could do now, is wait. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: BROKEN GROUND:~ A Post-Apocalyptic RP</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elven Sex Goddess</strong> on <strong>26-01-2012, 13:42:20</strong>
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				<sup><strong>Infirmary (Isis with Detta)</strong></sup><br><br>Isis walks away leaving&nbsp; the other at the doors and those doomed within.&nbsp; &nbsp;That deep sadness in her eyes.&nbsp; For she knew she could not fix one out of the three.&nbsp; Not yet at least.&nbsp; Exiting from&nbsp; the outer room and leaving the scene.&nbsp; She move&nbsp; to see to other patients within the infirmary.&nbsp; &nbsp; Outwardly still serene calmness.&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Yet inside turmoil rose.&nbsp; &nbsp; She truly was unsure whether or not she could indeed heal the two men.&nbsp; &nbsp;She suddenly stop and turn.&nbsp; &nbsp;Frustration now featured on her expression.&nbsp; &nbsp; No one needed her attention at this moment.&nbsp; &nbsp; She needed air,&nbsp; as she rushes and steps outside the infirmary.&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br>It has been a long day and this evening has proven to be even more taxing.&nbsp; &nbsp;Emotionally especially with the prospect two more of the community might have to be put down.&nbsp; &nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: BROKEN GROUND:~ A Post-Apocalyptic RP</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>DeyKnight</strong> on <strong>26-01-2012, 20:24:15</strong>
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				<sup><strong>Infirmary (Detta)</strong></sup><br><br>Detta watched the other woman walk away and growled lowly. Detta was older than Isis, by almost ten years -- and Detta had seen more than Isis. Isis might have wandered the wastes, but the woman seemed to not be able to remember most of it. Detta, on the other hand, remembered every moment of brutality she had witnessed outside these walls. She had seen people turn from human to Reaver in less than ten seconds, and had to lop their heads from their bodies without pause for who they used to be. Reaver's sputum wasn't simply a toxin. It was an active biological agent. It got in their blood and began to physically change the cells of the human body, namely the brain. It wasn't a simple detox that was needed, the parts that have been turned start to produce more toxin, and turn more cells, and those produce more until the whole body is overwhelmed. It was a positive feed back loop. One that no one could stop, not once it had already started. And these people had been bitten several minutes before: it was too late for them, if they were already infected. <br><br>Until they go wild, its impossible to tell if they are infected. And impossible to tell if they're not. Which is why the isolation rooms, according to protocol, stay locked for three days, or until they turn. It was a death sentence. One that almost no one survives due to the toxicity of the Reaver sputum.<br><br>"Stupid young bitch... ignorant optimistic half-wit... Girl doesn't know a damn thing about Reavers, and she's been with us for how long now? Its one thing to hope, it's another to think yourself a fuckin Rickie-Rescue," She muttered all of that to the tall man that stood with her outside the rooms. The man looked down at her and didn't say anything. Detta was in a mood, and he wasn't about to draw her attention to him. He knew better than that. And so he watched one room while Detta watched the other, a long knife in hand, ready to kill his comrade the instant he saw a hint of turning. A thing both he and Detta prayed happened sooner rather than later -- the waiting was often worse than the Turn itself. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: BROKEN GROUND:~ A Post-Apocalyptic RP</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elven Sex Goddess</strong> on <strong>27-01-2012, 01:14:57</strong>
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				<sup><strong>Just outside the Infirmary; Isis</strong></sup><br><br>That weariness really hit her once she is outside.&nbsp; &nbsp;A glance back behind at the infirmary.&nbsp; &nbsp;Then a soft sigh released.&nbsp; Then turning her head back.&nbsp; Isis would start making her way back to her little spot in the community.&nbsp; The place she hangs her head.&nbsp; It is not much,&nbsp; &nbsp;but it is her sanctuary.&nbsp; &nbsp;An right now she need to be alone.&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;To grieve, no to pray that the community would not lose two this night.&nbsp; &nbsp; Hope through however dim still burns within her beating heart.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: BROKEN GROUND:~ A Post-Apocalyptic RP</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>DeyKnight</strong> on <strong>27-01-2012, 08:47:45</strong>
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				Isis knew nothing of being a leader of the military, so it was safe to say she didn't understand. The man Detta had beaten was a civilian, not one of Detta's men. The man should have known better than to try and 'scare off a Reaver'. Then again, Isis didn't know all the circumstances of the event, so in truth, she had no room to judge. Isis had never had to kill a friend like an animal -- put them down like a dog. Isis had not seen what Detta had seen, and the girl was foolish to think she knew a single thing about the Field Marshal. <br><br>Detta knew a thing or two about pain -- ontop of her scars from battles, there were scars lacing up the entire right side of her body like veins. They were somewhat faded, but a constant reminder of that day... a day Isis did not know about, as it was before her time in Stratclaw. A day that only two people other than Detta were allowed to remember, and their lips were sealed. <br><br>Outside the walls of Stratclaw was a hell-hole. A hell-hole that scouts and Elites fought through in order to keep everyone inside the walls, like Isis, safe. If the young woman had no respect for the fact that Detta's people kept her ass from being eaten by Spidrens and her remains raped by Reavers... then she was free to leave Stratclaw at any time. And she'd best be sure not to let the gate hit her on the way out. Detta made no excuses for her abrasiveness. It was what allowed her to train her people to survive. Being nice to her scouts and Elites would do them no favors. <br><br>This wasn't a peaceful, kind world -- and Isis had best remember that. <br><br>And indeed: God help everyone if something were to happen to the Leader Stratclaw -- Thane Carlton, Detta's older brother -- the only person in the world who Detta would consider listening to. And the person Detta would rip the world apart to avenge. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: BROKEN GROUND:~ A Post-Apocalyptic RP</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elven Sex Goddess</strong> on <strong>27-01-2012, 12:56:19</strong>
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				Pushing such thoughts from her mind.&nbsp; &nbsp;Isis would reach her small place she called home.&nbsp; &nbsp;Her mind still feverish in prayer for the others.&nbsp; The hope that flickered like a small amber within her.&nbsp; Refusing to die, no matter the odds against them all.&nbsp; &nbsp; Through her own daily toll.&nbsp; <br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp;Tired both physically from the football match with some of the youth and now mentally with the events of this evening.&nbsp; &nbsp; The tranquil setting of her place brings the much needed relief sought&nbsp; from what has been a stressful day.&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Yet these are the times she lives in.&nbsp; &nbsp; An yet despite such she will as always fight sleep.&nbsp; Afraid of the dreams that will come.&nbsp; &nbsp;The shards of a past that her own mind has locked away.&nbsp; &nbsp;
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				Title: <strong>Re: BROKEN GROUND:~ A Post-Apocalyptic RP</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lemon Lime</strong> on <strong>28-01-2012, 02:49:35</strong>
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				Netty stood, slouching slightly against the wall, watching the man. Setting his things aside and picking up her blade she watched him demonstrate it's new found sharpness. It wasn't necessary for him to bleed to prove it was sharp, she trusted his work, but he seemed to want to make sure she understood and she did. With a nod she took it from him with a "thanks" and strapped it back to her left hip. The large blade fitting comfortably there, it felt good to have it back. The smaller one, attached to her right thigh now had it's companion. She had felt unbalanced all day and her left hip naked. Now she was whole, sort of. <br><br>He made a comment on the weather and she looked outside not really believing in things like bad omens, or bad things to come but then he mentioned her parents and that brought her back. She immediately straightened herself and her jaw clenched slightly. For some reason she was okay mentioning her parents death, never discussing the details, or talking about her parents when they were alive, but when other people mentioned it, it irked her for some reason. Someone once made a tiny jab at her mother's death and she broke most of the bones in that mans face and got a good kick to his ribs before she was viciously pulled off him. She wasn't mad with Pontius for saying anything it just wasn't something she often brought up... ever. <br>"And don't worry, I'm always safe. Remember, I can see everything."<br><br>At his comment on Detta rolled her eyes a bit.<br>"Our wonderful Field Marshall justifying-ly beat the hell out of a scout who screwed up... it involved reavers and two of our guys getting infected, I think. I just saw from a window and it didn't look pretty. I'm surprised the boy could walk... or hear when she was finished with him. I'm going to have to go in and clean up his mess and remind everyone that trackers and scouts are useful. "<br>She sighed slightly knowing it was true. Netty wasn't the most highest ranking tracker or the best but she was damn skilled and had been quickly making her way to the top for some time. Most of her training had been with an Elite, or overseen directly by him. Something she was extremely proud of, it also meant that if she ever screwed up it'd be more than Detta chewing her ass out and beating her. <br><br>Netty took a peek outside and then decided to brave the weather. She wanted to pay respects to her family. Seeing a scout screw up hard when it involved reavers made her think of her father, and how he died - which just sent a chill through her veins. <br>"Thanks again Iron Hands, you are the best, I owe you one. You let me know and I'll get ya back for something."<br>She muscled a small smile and&nbsp; patted him on the arm. With that she pulled her hood back over her head and made her way towards the grave yard which had too many bodies that didn't die from old age in it.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: BROKEN GROUND:~ A Post-Apocalyptic RP</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kevben Battleheart</strong> on <strong>29-01-2012, 20:14:06</strong>
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				He merely smiled and nodded his head. "You owe me nothing Netty. Just so long as you can an eye out for any scrap and such, I can continue doing what I do." he said, telling her what it was that she could do to pay him back before she left, leaving him alone to his own devices once more for the time being. He returned to work on the almost finished piece of metal. Shaping it was one thing, but he would also need to sharpen its length and also wrap the handle with leather. He figured he had some time before he would need to remove the thing from his forge and so turned towards his work table where one of his finished products lay waiting to be delivered. "Let's see about getting you to Detta so she may give you to whoever needs ya." he said as he approached the table and took the weapon up in one hand before leaving his little home with a jacket that he snatched on the way out.<br><br>Stepping out into the weather, he pulled his jacket a little tighter around himself as he headed to the infirmary, figuring that he would find Detta there since someone was infected. She was always the one who dealt with those who turned, and in a way he himself was involved with every execution as it was his forged weapons that were used to dispatch them. A sigh escaped his lips as he thought on just how many were killed by the infectious bite of the Reavers. He didn't know the exact numbers, but he had to guess that at least a third of the graves were made up of reaver victims.<br><br>Hurrying towards his destination, Pontius soon reached the Infirmary and sought out Detta without much trouble, approaching her and presenting to her the finished product. "Another blade is prepared for whoever its intended is." he said, noting the look on her face and shaking his head. "What troubles you?" he asked, already knowing the answer but just seeing how it was she saw things.
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				Title: <strong>Re: BROKEN GROUND:~ A Post-Apocalyptic RP</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>DeyKnight</strong> on <strong>31-01-2012, 17:01:55</strong>
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				Detta stood there with Marcus outside the two isolation rooms. Their comrades crudely tied to their beds, laying in wait for the cruel moment of change to begin. Detta stood there almost as though without blinking. She didn't want them to suffer any longer than they had to. But she had to give them the chance to maybe not be infected. She might be ruthless, but she wasn't unjust. There was always a reason -- and she didn't have a reason to kill them yet. Marcus glanced over at Detta and then back at the room he guarded. The comrades in there -- no one deserved what they were going to have to face. <br><br>Detta was still covered in the thick layer of dirt, sweat and spattered blood from the fight. Those hazel-green eyes locked on the sight in front of her through those bars. When Pontius approached she glanced at him with just her eyes and looked down at the blade before turning her eyes to the barred windows. <br><br>"Marcus, take the blade and put it away." <br><br>"But Det--"<br><br>"Go!"<br><br>Marcus didn't say another word and would nod a 'thanks' to Pontius and take the blade. But before he left he glanced at Detta and then made eye contact with Pontius -- unspoken words lingering between them. And then he moved off toward the front door, pulling his goggles down to protect his eyes from the dust-haze, and left the infirmary. <br><br>"I'm fine, Ferrus," She said evenly as she moved slightly so she had a good view of both rooms. No one knew how long it was going to take. But when it wasn't instant, it could take several hours to a couple days to turn. It really just depended on the resilience of the person. <br><br>Detta's muscles flexed and stretched under the scars that wove up her body. She shifted her jaw slightly as she watched the two barred windows before her. She wasn't one to share easily. She wasn't one to do <em>anything</em> easily, really. Detta was the prime example of 'tough love' and 'do it the hard way'. <br><br>She was clearly not happy. Then again, lately, she wasn't happy. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: BROKEN GROUND:~ A Post-Apocalyptic RP</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elven Sex Goddess</strong> on <strong>01-02-2012, 15:04:20</strong>
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				Isis plops down on to the cot within her small place.&nbsp; &nbsp;A mere shack thrown together with items scavenger.&nbsp; &nbsp; A weather beat up old trunk served not only as a storage, but as a make shift night table.&nbsp; &nbsp;On top is a lantern,&nbsp; the wick burns fueled by a reservoir of oil.&nbsp; &nbsp; The small flame flickered casting a dancing shadow upon the walls surrounding.&nbsp; &nbsp;Across from the cot,&nbsp; a book case of a hard plastic.&nbsp; One of the legs, the right front one is missing.&nbsp; &nbsp;A rock&nbsp; is wedged to keep the book case level and from falling.&nbsp; &nbsp;Leaving it slightly off center.&nbsp; &nbsp; A half dozen so books are&nbsp; on it.&nbsp; &nbsp; All of them with severe yellowing of the pages.&nbsp; &nbsp;The spines no longer holding the pages together.&nbsp; &nbsp;Books from a time long past.&nbsp; &nbsp;Before the world had gone to chaos.&nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br>Bringing her hands to her head.&nbsp; Lightly rubs her temples.&nbsp; &nbsp; The weight of sleep heavy.&nbsp; &nbsp;Yet still sitting up on her cot.&nbsp; &nbsp;The fight to stay awake is just beginning.&nbsp; &nbsp;One she will lose, she lost it every night.&nbsp; &nbsp; Most nights she is blank.&nbsp; &nbsp;That is not what she fears.&nbsp; &nbsp;It is those rare nights when she dreams the night mares come.&nbsp; &nbsp;Brief glimpses of horrors that she has witness.&nbsp; &nbsp;An each time she is left with the feeling she is the cause of such horrors.&nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br>Slowly the lethargy of sleep comes.&nbsp; &nbsp;For finally she falls back and to the side onto her cot.&nbsp; &nbsp;Her legs stretch out onto the cot.&nbsp; &nbsp;Her breathing steadies.&nbsp; &nbsp; As the tendrils of slumber take hold.&nbsp; &nbsp;The flickering flame of the lantern plays it shadows cross her form.&nbsp; Slowly through left unattended it weakens and the finally dies.&nbsp; &nbsp; Leaving the small private world of hers in darkness.&nbsp; &nbsp;Her own private place for her own personal purgatory.&nbsp; &nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: BROKEN GROUND:~ A Post-Apocalyptic RP</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kevben Battleheart</strong> on <strong>02-02-2012, 23:45:01</strong>
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				"And yet your appearance and body language says otherwise," he observed, taking her form in a single glance and shook his head at her. "Netty told me what she saw and your reaction was one that wasn't necessary." the blacksmith said as he leaned against the opposite wall from her and crossed his arms. "He's only a boy, and I would know from experience of being the same gender, that we men can take on any threat so long as we have enough faith in ourselves....or at least, thats what I'm hoping went through that lads mind."<br><br>In truth though, he wasn't all that sure on what it was he was just said as well. Everyone should have been well aware that to fight a Reaver alone was plain suicide. Even he understood the danger they posed and he never so much as left Stratclaw unless he had a reason to and only a good one at that.<br><br>The man sighed as he looked to the woman before he did something that was liable to get himself killed....he approached Detta and placed a hand on her shoulder. "Go rest and clean yourself up. I know the protocol states that one of your rank is to do this....but you have enough blood on your hands already. Allow me to spare you at least these two." he said, though knew it was foolish. Protocol was protocol and it stated that the highest ranking field officer, being her at the moment, had to dispose of the infected herself. Why it was that he wished to spare her of more innocent blood staining her hands was something he wasn't going to reveal so easy, not even if Detta herself tried to pry it out of him. That last bit made him chuckle as he looked at her face and awaited her answer.
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				Title: <strong>Re: BROKEN GROUND:~ A Post-Apocalyptic RP</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>DeyKnight</strong> on <strong>03-02-2012, 08:57:53</strong>
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				Her eyebrows went up when he spoke about the boy and scoffed, "Wasn't <em>necessary</em>? Are you insane?! He got three people killed out there, an' these two infected!! That's <em>five</em> people who're gonna to die because of his <em>idiocy</em>!" She looked him in the eyes and then up and down. "He's a civilian, and old nuff t'know that he doesn't have the training to deal with Kreatures, let alone a Reaver. My givin' him a whoopin' was <em>completely</em> justified." <br><br>She turned her eyes back to the rooms and swallowed as she made eye contact with one of the people there. There was nothing scarier than waiting to die, and it showed in the person's face. Detta's jaw clenched. Very few people could read Detta's expressions, and even then it was questionable to what it was beyond anger or anger. <br><br>Pontius's hand was on her shoulder. The moment it was, her eyes flicked up and shot Pontius a look -- he was touching her. At least it was just her shoulder, yes, but he was still touching her. He was right to think he'd get killed for such a thing, because very few people got away with touching her without ending up looking up at her from the flat of their backs. However, he would receive a reaction he may or may not have expected -- a dark warning expression.<br><br>"Y'think I've gone soft?" She eyed him, wondering if that was what he was implying, "Like hell I'd let anyone do this, but me. My hands're already blood-soaked clean through," She turned her eyes back to the barred windows, "Little more ain't gonna make a difference." She said that last part a little more softly. Her jaw clenching again as those hazel-green eyes remained fixed on the two rooms she watched. <br><br>Some part of her mind realized Pontius was trying to offer help, and her eyes flicked to him briefly, "Water," She said evenly. "If Randy still has rations available, some water would help get this dust out of my throat." The dust-haze was not pleasant to walk through, let alone run and fight in. She also realized she was telling him to do a boy's errand and winced slightly, "Never mind. I'll find a recruit to do it." But she stayed where she stood, legs braced, ready to burst through either of those doors at a moment's notice. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: BROKEN GROUND:~ A Post-Apocalyptic RP</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kevben Battleheart</strong> on <strong>11-02-2012, 05:47:08</strong>
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				Pontius looked at the woman even as she looked at him all pissed off, but he didn't give her any ground, but did remove his hand from her shoulder soon enough as he was rather attached to having his hands and didn't want to see it flapping on the floor. "I never said nor hinted that you've grown soft in the slightest way Detta, only that you might wish to be spared killing at least these two so that there's less blood on your hands." he said and the shrugged as he took a few steps away from her, but remained to keep her company until she asked him to get her water.<br><br>It wasn't exactly something he was expecting from her, but he nodded his head and moved to go get her a canteen even though she said she would go get a recruit to go get it, walking away to leave her alone for a bit and waved what she said off. He felt that she needed just a little time to cool off and so left the Infirmary to find Randy as she said and got what he was willing to hand over and then soon returned, thrusting the half-filled canteen into her own hands before backing off again. A thought had crossed his mind while he fetched the water for her, but considering that earlier she was more than willing to tear off his own head for touching her, Pontius decided that the idea of having the boy be trained as a scout was a rather foolish thing and put it away into a mental vault to be brought up later when she was in a better mood....if there was ever such a time that she was.<br><br>"I have another blade near completion. Once thats done I'll be taking a small break from making anything for a few days, but if you need something specially made I can begin work on it as soon as I can." he said, beginning to take a few steps towards the door to leave the girl be to do her job, but paused to look back over his shoulder to see if she would say anything to him before he did.
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				Title: <strong>Re: BROKEN GROUND:~ A Post-Apocalyptic RP</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>DeyKnight</strong> on <strong>20-02-2012, 00:04:15</strong>
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				"Like I said: hands are soaked clean through. I don't shirk my duty onto someone else just to spare m'self. Ain't gonna start now," She said as she watched him walk out the door. Her eyes went back to the people in the rooms before her. One of them started to drool... <br><br>"...like a lamb to the slaughter..." And with that she drew one of her swords from the back of her hips and gave a brief whip of a flourish. She flexed her other hand, gloved. She then raised her voice to call out to those nearby. <br><br>"REAVER IN THE HOLD!" and then, as per usual Detta, she kicked down the door instead of opening it. Dramatic, yes, but effective. The person turning stopped their struggling and all their focus was on her -- nothing and no one else. Detta's actions might not be the typical for showing she cares, but it is the only way she understood how. There wasn't an ounce of hesitation in the redhead's movements she swept into the room, her gloved hand covering the Changeling's mouth where it lay strapped in bed and her sword came down through a gap in the ribs and through the body... through the heart and lungs and and spine and into the bed beneath. She let go of the sword only to hold the Changeling down, to keep it from thrashing too much.<br><br>It went still.<br><br>Detta didn't move. She continued to hold the body down, being sure it was completely dead, rather than faking. The next thing she did assured that -- she stood, removing her sword from the Changeling's body and in a fluid motion, she decapitated it. Her dust-coated form was now spattered with blood. <br><br>When she emerged from that room, that would be when she saw Pontius standing there with the canteen of water. When he pressed it into her hands she nodded and opened it before pouring some down her throat and gulping. After a good few moments she stopped and gasped for air, clearly having needed that. <br><br>"If this dust storm doesn't stop soon, we ain't gonna to have any clean water springs to go to... And Randy only has so much in the store room at the Common House," The Common House being essentially a tavern, or inn for what few wanderers come by, but mostly a mess-hall for the residents. It was where everyone went to eat and get their food supplies. <br><br>She looked up several inches into Pontius's face and listened as he spoke about the swords and nodded, "Might take you up on that..." She said as she moved to stand in front of the second isolation room, just waiting for the inevitable. The man in the room looked terrified, but Detta looked confident. Her eyes as she watched the man in that room were like a rock, a lifeline for him to hold onto. She wasn't going to make him more scared than he was -- he already knew he was waiting to die. <br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: BROKEN GROUND:~ A Post-Apocalyptic RP</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kevben Battleheart</strong> on <strong>20-02-2012, 03:26:41</strong>
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				"Then so be it," he said with a shrug and turned back to leave and waved at her as he left. "Till we cross paths again Detta, may your life be somewhat easy and that the things that stalk the forests don't get you on your next trip out." he said and then stepped back out into the dust storm once more. Besides when it got in his eyes, Pontius ignored it for the most part as he began a trip back to his little hut and forge, mostly navigating by feel rather than sight since the storm impeded most sight, and once he reached his forge was did he quickly strip away the jacket and the rest of the clothing he donned to when he first left and returned to work.<br><br>The metal he had left in his forge was nearly white-hot, something usually dangerous to those picking it up unprotected, but he just merely rolled up his sleeves to keep them from catching alight and reached on in with one hand and gripped the slowly forming blade of the sword without worry and once more placed it onto the anvil to begin hammering away, the sound of his hammer striking being the only sound to be heard from his hut with an occasional pause to take a break and get a light drink of water.
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				Title: <strong>Re: BROKEN GROUND:~ A Post-Apocalyptic RP</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>DeyKnight</strong> on <strong>23-02-2012, 23:07:09</strong>
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				She watched as Pontius left and swallowed, whispering softly to herself, "No... not likely." A brief moment of emptiness passed over her eyes. And then the look vanished and she turned her eyes back to the terrified man in seclusion, waiting to die. <br><br>"...I hate waiting." <br><br><hr><br>The haze continued. Another couple of weeks went by, and it stayed. Clean water was getting harder and harder to come by. Fights and small brawls began to break out here and there in Stratclaw over water. This was a problem that had to be solved. And Thane knew that. That was why he called a tribe meeting. <br><br>Those that chose to attend were gathered in the Common House, everyone being wrapped up in cloth and covered in dust. Not a single person was clean. Most people stayed inside these days because the dust haze made it difficult to do anything outside.<br><br>"Alright!" Came the boom from the bar. Thane towered over everyone even when simply leaning, slouched against the bar. "Settle down! We all have to have a say in this, and figure out what we're gonna do." He crossed his arms over his dirt coated chest as if the thick layer of dust didn't bother him. <br><br>A bunch of people started to talk at once and Thane raised his voice and barked, "One. At. A. Time!" 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: BROKEN GROUND:~ A Post-Apocalyptic RP</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheHangedOne</strong> on <strong>24-02-2012, 15:21:31</strong>
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				Pain, it was needless to say, had attended the meeting, though he kept to the back of the room, resting against a wall; holding it up, some might jokingly say, if they were in the mood for jokes, which nobody was likely to be in.<br><br>He waited for the initial slurry of words to be quieted by Thane, before a scarred hand would deftly rise up into the air. He would wait for recognition, for the go ahead, before he spoke, and when he was acknowledged, he had the following to say.<br><br>"I realize my plan of action has quite a few flaws to it, but nonetheless, I'm going to propose it, as I believe other members of our community can polish it and make it workable." He was quiet for just a single second, before continuing. "What if we head north, to the falls? Their should still be water in that area. I know it's dangerous, but if we purged the area of Kreatures in a consolidated military action, or even set up a manned outpost in the vicinity, we might be able to secure a section with water, and be able to ferry it back in containers to our water stores here." <br><br>"I will, of course, volunteer for any Kreature eradication duty, since it is my idea." His suggestion was delivered with a lack of passion, something he was known for. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: BROKEN GROUND:~ A Post-Apocalyptic RP</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lemon Lime</strong> on <strong>24-02-2012, 17:22:16</strong>
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				Netty had heard a meeting had been called and she was less than thrilled about going. "Work" had tired her out recently and the last thing she wanted to do was listen to squabbles over water. Granted, she was quite thirsty herself but recently she had taken a fist to the face when ending up in the middle of an actual fight. The small bruise could still be seen under her eye, no real damage had been done but she was royally pissed off and still a bit peeved over it. With a grunt and a sigh she got herself up, dressed, and pulled the scarf she usually wore on her head and tied it to cover her nose and mouth. <br><br>She pulled goggles over her eyes, hood over her head and then departed her tiny dwelling. She came to the crowded room and found a seat to the side of the room, as secluded as she could make it with such a crowd. The scarf got pulled down, goggles moved to her head but left her hood up. She wanted to observe and just as she suspected, when it started it was a bit chaotic. People arguing, just talking, yelling, and then Thane's voice silenced the room. It was amazing how one man's booming voice could hush an entire room in seconds. His large stature helped but so did his Leader position of the tribe. <br><br>Netty listened and then Pain spoke, and his idea sounded suicidal but she was having trouble thinking of alternative options. Hushed whispers and mumbles broke out when he was finished speaking. Netty finally pushed her hood off her head and stood up and was given a nod to speak.<br>"If there is an excursion out..."<br>She took a breath and paused a second.<br>"I volunteer my services and skills."<br><br>She then sort of looked around and sat back down. Never a woman of many words but a woman of her word. If this was decided to happen she would go - too late to take it back now.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: BROKEN GROUND:~ A Post-Apocalyptic RP</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kevben Battleheart</strong> on <strong>02-03-2012, 22:36:39</strong>
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				Of Pontius, he himself sat in on the meeting since it no doubt concerned their homes and he considered himself to be an important member of the town, since he was the only blacksmith there until he started to train an apprentice. He had a few boys on his list, but he wasn't quite sure who would make a worthy successor. <br><br>During the time since he last spoke to Detta, he broke up several fights that happened because of the slowly increasing lack of water that everyone was allowed to have, which caused angered words to be exchanged before fists started to swing. The lack of water wasn't getting to him, while it did to a slight degree, it was more that he was upset with how everyone seemed to be blaming their neighbors for this...that was what stung to him the most; how everyone seemed to now lack trust in one another when they needed to start pulling together to get through this troubling period.<br><br>He sat himself in the middle of the crowd so as not to appear all to eager to be there while also keeping from appearing to not really care what was said by being too far back...he hoped as he listened to what Thane said and began to ponder on an idea while someone else threw out a suggestion. It sounded plausible, but there was no telling what called the area around the falls home as he believed, besides initial exploration to discover the place, Pontius doubted anyone took the time to search for what kind of Kreatures were indigenous there, not to mention that they would be passing through the woods to get there and the thought of one of those spiders hiding, just out of sight where they couldn't be seen, made Pontius shiver slightly with fear.<br><br>"Perhaps we should stick to the wells that we know of for now," he said in a clear tone as he uncrossed his arms and took a step forward. "This storm doesn't sit well with me and sending out a team of any sort into the woods sounds like a bad idea and that you're asking for trouble to sit at your table. My suggestion is that we should send out armed escorts to go along with those who normally gather water, so as to keep them safe from Kreature attacks. Then when the storm dies out, send a scout party to the falls to see what can be found at the falls." he suggested.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: BROKEN GROUND:~ A Post-Apocalyptic RP</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>DeyKnight</strong> on <strong>05-03-2012, 08:18:55</strong>
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				The giant redhead continued to lean against the bar as he listened to them talk. Thane made a pensive expression and eyed both of them, listening to the crowd mumble with a mix of approval and disdain for the idea. <br><br>"Lets wait to volunteer before we know what we're doing, shall we?" Thane said glancing at Netty and then his eyes moved between Gray and Pontius. He chewed the inside of his cheek. "Ferrus makes a good point, Gray. But you're a smart guy, Gray -- we're out of clean water, odds are so are the Kreatures. Now let me ask you this -- where do you think they all go to drink?" <br><br>He raised his eyebrows expectantly, waiting for Pain to realize that going for water at the Falls would be like running a two way gauntlet. Once he was sure the man had realized this, Thane nodded. "Believe me, I had the same idea. Which is whyI sent Detta and some Elites to check it out." His face became grave. "It was before the rest of you got up this morning."<br><br>Thane's eyes went sharply to Pontius, "Still waiting to hear back." He would hold a gaze with Pontius a moment before glancing knowingly to Gray as well. Thane took a personal interest in the training of the Guards -- they were the defenders of his turf, they needed to know how he thought and how he wanted to protect his town in order for things to run smoothly. Their fighting skills were under Detta, their organizational and defense tactics were under Thane. <br><br>Thane looked at everyone else, "If there are no other suggestions, we're going to stick with a plan like the one Pontius said... Until Detta gets back from the falls." Everyone seemed to agree with just about anything Thane said and with that they started to disperse. Thane, however, stayed right where he was, a permanent frown etched into his normally fairly charismatic features. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: BROKEN GROUND:~ A Post-Apocalyptic RP</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheHangedOne</strong> on <strong>05-03-2012, 16:41:53</strong>
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				"The falls." he answered the question without delay. He knew that. But even then, he still suggested what he did; perhaps he was far too confident in himself, or his fellow men or women? Or maybe he just thought that their situation was desperate enough that it would be better than the alternative. Which, right now, seemed like a long, drawn out period of rationing that killed off some of the weaker, and may drive other members to commit crimes they otherwise would never think to do. <br><br>He also thought, to himself, that perhaps the Kreatures would go to other sources of water to drink; ones that he and the others in this village were unaware of.&nbsp; Perhaps long distance observation of their movements could lead to the discovery of a previously unknown source of water? Hmm.<br><br>Even as the other people began to dismiss themselves from the hall, Gray remained where he was, eyes fixated on his own feet; though with the distant, pensive look he had, he wasn't particularly interested in them. No, he was trying to think of something else. He hadn't anywhere else to be for the moment; his shift was not until later on in the day. <br><br>Sure, Detta and the Elites would be back sooner or later with a report, good or bad. But in the meanwhile, it would pay to take the time to come up with other alternatives. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: BROKEN GROUND:~ A Post-Apocalyptic RP</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kevben Battleheart</strong> on <strong>11-03-2012, 18:23:03</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Pontius could only give a small smile and nod his head when he heard that they were sticking with a plan like his, though knew the risks that it would result from it. No doubt people were going to be upset when it sounded like they were going to be doing nothing but sit out the storm, but honestly what more could they do? They were just normal people and weren't trained to handle the various kreatures...that unfortunate boy helped proved that a few days ago when he brought Detta's wrath upon them all.<br><br>Looking up at Thane then, Pontius raised a hand then. "What shall we be doing in the meantime? You know the majority isn't going to be too enthusiastic about hearing this course of action...there's already been too many fights breaking out over water and its only going to get progressively worse unless you can make more water appear, which requires going out into that dust storm." he said, looking out towards the door then as they all knew what went on out there. "If the usual gatherers are too afraid to head out into that then I also shall volunteer to head out to what wells we know and get what water I can from them." he said and then gave a slight shrug. "It's not like I'm getting any work done in the forge. To work in that heat means to stay hydrated, and considering that we can't afford to give water out freely, I stopped to save what would have been wasted."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: BROKEN GROUND:~ A Post-Apocalyptic RP</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>DeyKnight</strong> on <strong>12-03-2012, 00:54:18</strong>
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				Thane lifted his eyes again and looked to Pontius. Others had mostly been filing out, so not everyone heard what Pontius had said. But a few stopped to listen and then eyed their fearless leader. Thane stayed quiet as Pontius took a good long while to explain his overly detailed thoughts. Thane just blinked at the man. <br><br>"I told you Detta's out there. We're waiting to make our move until we hear from her and the scouts. It's idiocy to go out there blind," Thane said flatly. "And if anyone wants to fight over water rations they can take a spell sitting in isolation..." He shrugged, "...Or they can talk to me." <br><br>Thane turned his head toward Randy who was behind the bar and nodded. The older man set down a small glass of water for Thane. The glass was dwarfed in Thane's massive paw of a hand and he took a sip. Making sure not to drink it all at once -- he couldn't afford to. But he couldn't afford to pass out either. The people needed him to be in control of his mind and not falling limp. So he rationed himself as much as anyone else, he just had his rations in smaller doses and more frequently than most, just so there was water constantly going into his system. <br><br>"So we're just waiting on Detta -- if anyone thinks she's taking to long, please, feel free to tell her so when she comes back," He glanced around and saw the immediate looks on men's faces; looks that clearly stated they'd rather be swallowed whole by a mantis than do such a thing. Thane nodded. "Alright then. We're done for today." Thane didn't want to keep everyone together -- body heat raising the temperature and all. He didn't need any more fights breaking out, especially during a meeting. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: BROKEN GROUND:~ A Post-Apocalyptic RP</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elven Sex Goddess</strong> on <strong>12-03-2012, 02:00:16</strong>
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				Isis arrived late to the meeting.&nbsp; &nbsp;The dark skin young woman.&nbsp; &nbsp; Slipped in as Thane&nbsp; spoke to the gathered others of the community.&nbsp; &nbsp; Her troubled dreams had not precluded her from a long needful rest.&nbsp; &nbsp; <br><br>The water supply dwindling a new source needs to be found.&nbsp; &nbsp; Isis understood such is paramount to the community surviving.&nbsp; &nbsp; Detta is out with a scouting party.&nbsp; &nbsp; Thane now awaited her return.&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Before decision on the planned exploration group for water is sent out.&nbsp; &nbsp; He call the meeting,&nbsp; of course not wanting to keep so many in a confined space.&nbsp; &nbsp; Things would surely become testy with such.&nbsp; &nbsp; <br><br>Raising up from squatting on her heels in the back of the room.&nbsp; &nbsp; Isis rises up and&nbsp; turns to head out.&nbsp; &nbsp; She really did not think they would call upon her to go.&nbsp; &nbsp; With the thought water, fresh clean water would need to be found.&nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br>It also seem Pontius had something to say.&nbsp; Isis does not catch what is said by the man.&nbsp; &nbsp;Through catches the look upon Thanes face as she glances back. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: BROKEN GROUND:~ A Post-Apocalyptic RP</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheHangedOne</strong> on <strong>12-03-2012, 05:32:02</strong>
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				"hey, Thane, I have another idea. It's crazy, and I know it, but I figured I'd might as well say something anyway, just in case it's doable."<br><br>"Are their any old ruins around? Any place that hasn't been thoroughly explored? We might be able to find preserved water, or maybe even a source. Or maybe we could find an old map, or something that might give us a good idea of where we could find other wells, or where would be a good place to drill 'em."<br><br>"I know that it's pretty foolish, because it's a real shot in the dark, but I figure I'd toss it out there for consideration anyway." He shrugged his shoulders, and looked, briefly, towards Pontius, before returning his gaze to Thane.<br><br>He knew, of course, that the storm would have to end before they left; and that it would also do well to wait for Detta to come back, before doing what he suggested, if it wasn't outright vetoed. But because those few left in the building knew--or should know-- all that, he felt no reason to waste his breath stating the obvious. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: BROKEN GROUND:~ A Post-Apocalyptic RP</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lemon Lime</strong> on <strong>13-03-2012, 01:12:47</strong>
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				Netty remained silent. She volunteered her services and that was all needed to be done. They understood she was willing to go out but she had to agree that this storm made some of her abilities a bit less effective. The meeting was finished and some remained in the room and she did not feel compelled to leave just yet. Facing the weather to just sit somewhere else did not seem desirable. People continued talking around her, trying to find solutions, trying to make things better and she just listened to them all. Thane would figure something out, despite the fact that he looked tired, or something. It was hard to tell with him since he seemed to hide whatever he was feeling rather well. <br><br>They needed to wait for Detta's report. Netty would offer to try and look or listen for her but it would be futile. With all the wind, sand, and no direction to really look in it would be tough and nearly impossible. Hopefully this would clear up quickly and water would be available again. She was starting to fade, and found herself growing more tired, faster. <br><br>The leggy woman stood and pulled her goggles down over her eyes. After a moment more of listening to ideas she gave a nod to them all.<br>"If you find that you need me... by all means, seek me out."<br>She pulled her scarf back over her nose and mouth and then made her way outside and towards her small home. She needed to rest, who knows when Detta would be back and what would happen next. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: BROKEN GROUND:~ A Post-Apocalyptic RP</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>DeyKnight</strong> on <strong>22-03-2012, 01:04:26</strong>
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				Thane nodded his head to Netty as she headed out and then his eyes turned to Gray as the man continued to sprout suggestions and Thane rubbed his head. The meeting was over, and he wasn't sure why this man was still talking. <br><br>"Gray -- We're not making any further decisions until Detta gets back. If anyone's being sent out anywhere, it's under her jurisdiction. She's the Field Leader. So if you want to plot some escapade out into the wilderness that you've yet to traverse into, being a simple guard, I'd talk to her, and let her get you up to speed on field training when she gets back." <br><br>With that Thane finished off the small glass of water he had and turned to leave. There was a lot he had to do, and he was finding himself stifled by the heat and dehydration. He prayed he didn't have to deal with idiots that day. <br><br><hr><br>"Move!! Out of the way! MoveMoveMove!!!" Came the roar of a female voice -- but it was not Detta's. Jayda was an Elite-In-Training, a woman with special talents, and curses, that made her useful and a survivor. Jayda dragged open the infirmary doors as the scouting party all shielded whomever they carried from view of everyone else, which only meant one thing -- an Officer was injured.<br><br>Inside the infirmary, they went back into an isolation room as a familiar voice roared with pain until the door was locked behind them and they pulled the curtains shut over the window. <br><br>"Get Thane... NOW!! And no one comes in here, not even the healers!!" Shouted Jayda, "Not until Thane gets here... now MOVE!!" 
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				Title: <strong>Re: BROKEN GROUND:~ A Post-Apocalyptic RP</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>DeyKnight</strong> on <strong>12-04-2012, 21:58:48</strong>
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				The next hour was a rush of action -- Thane ran across to the infirmary and into the closed off room. Raised voices and the roar that was Thane, followed by a shrieking bellow of a similar volume. Thane came out, blood smeared on him, as though someone's bloody hands had touched him, embraced him. <br><br>"Get me Gray... And Pontius... I want Isis here, too, I don't care if they don't get along... and Netty. They're all going to be worth their weight in gold when this is done, but GET THEM." <br><br>He looked Jayda in the eyes and and said quietly, "Tell them it's Detta. If that doesn't bring them running, tell them I'll come for them myself, and you shouldn't have a problem." <br><br>Jayda ran off to go find the four people Thane had requested, telling each of them that Thane needed them, and that Detta was badly injured -- but she didn't say how. They wouldn't believe her if she did, she was fairly certain. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: BROKEN GROUND:~ A Post-Apocalyptic RP</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lemon Lime</strong> on <strong>15-04-2012, 20:16:05</strong>
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				Netty immediately regretted telling Thane that if she was needed that could come and get her. Laying in her tiny room comfortably was clearly not on the schedule as knocks on the door rouse her from her almost slumber. She had been quite tired recently and this mini nap felt needed. She thought about ignoring it but a few more pounds and she was up and going towards her door. A girl stood there looking almost panicked and Netty just looked at her waiting to hear whatever her reason was for disturbing her.<br>"It's Detta... she wants you at the Infirmary, now."<br><br>Netty was ready to leave as soon as the name "detta" left the girl's lips and soon she had her jacket, goggles, and scarf back on and was heading towards what she hoped would not be an enormous medical crisis. It wasn't death or dying that bothered her it was all the emotional rubbish that came with it. She just hoped no one was in a real life threatening position.<br><br>Jayda had gome as quickly as she came and Netty jogged to the infirmary and got there as fast as she could, despite the weather fighting against her. It was easy to find Detta and Thane but a feeling in her gut told her she didn't want to find them, for whatever news there would be would be unpleasant. She pulled her scarf from her mouth and nose letting it rest around her neck and her goggles on the top of hear head as she made her way towards the hulking red haired man. 
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