"All right." The imposing, black-robed doctor steps to the forefront of the little ragtag group that's gathered thus far. "Since I wouldn't trust any of the rest of you with leadership over a game of Oregon Trail, let alone a survival party, I'm going to be calling the shots with this darling little peanut gallery ( Read more... )

It looks like the battle is over. Akihiko should be happy. He really should be, but he's too damn frustrated. Everybody keeps getting in his way. Ignoring him, treating him like he's useless when he's probably the best prepared out of the group. Mitsuru's trying to fight in a party dress, for God's sake! The thought makes him pause slightly. ( Read more... )

Sophia would really rather not talk about last night, if it's her choice. It wasn't enough that she get stuck in your typical Nexus summer-retreat-from-Hell, no. She had to run into an old friend, too ( Read more... )

Sherlock Holmes watched as people milled about the campfire that Luc made, and people separating into groups, either by his suggestion, or by their natural inclination to stay with those they knew already. The young Brit grumbled as he knew there's a few out there, blundering around by themselves like idiots, ignoring sensible plans because they're ( Read more... )

She doesn't know how much time has passed since that fight with the trees. And really, Mitsuru's not sure if she can even figure it out. Her mind is more busy swimming around in slow, tired circles, and telling her how heavy her eyelids feel ( Read more... )

Constant sunset. Everything seemed bathed in deep blood. The trees were alive--no, not merely safe and sane agriculture for the masses, but some Nexus-made nightmare that ateHe watched it eat a bear ( Read more... )

It's not that Changeling isn't a team player - or well, it sort of is, but he certainly can be when he's so inclined. It's just that he tends to be more inclined to work with people he knows, especially those he has a measure of trust in, since he knows what to expect and how to act and... the short of it is that he's been observing goings-on and ( Read more... )

Caleb'd lost track of Selene and Grif somewhere in the middle of the party, and when he heard and saw exactly what was going on, he made a break for it. His first priorities weren't staying with a group; his first priorities were to find his girlfriend (Selene) and the person who probably had the most guns (Grif). (Not that these really needed ( Read more... )

Soze doesn't care where he's running. He just runs.

And that's what he's been doing, at least for the last five minutes. He doesn't let go of Jeff's arm. A part of him is paranoid that he still might lose him, that he'll fuck up and both of them will die out here. He's vaguely aware of an explosion behind them-- the sounds of a dying bear (was ( Read more... )

Ziggy, not having any plan in mind for survival, has laid off on antagonizing young gifted detectives and started looking through the ruins of the shop stalls. He's careful not to go too far away from any of the pockets of Nexans here in the clearing; he knows he couldn't take anything much bigger than a cat on his own ( Read more... )