He knows it's a nightmare, but right now, he's trapped in it. He's been in places like this before, and it never gets any easier. He is looking all around, hearing the sounds of the fight, but there are no bullets coming at him for the moment. Booth cannot rest though. He is still on alert, all of his sniper's senses ready for action. He is seared by this experience, physically and mentally. He just wants a way out now. But one is not forthcoming.
"Help would be nice" Booth answers. His gaze never settles in one place, but is constantly flicking from place to place, alert for trouble. He's a little perplexed by the blue creature, but he's been on this ship long enough by now to not be truly surprised by much of anything anymore. It isn't in his nature to be too trusting, especially in a situation like this, but he's intrigued.
"who are you? Can you get me out of here somehow?" he asks.
She was used to this. War was hell, but Lash had lived most of her life embracing it. Pushed some of the bodies away like no care in the world, trying to see if some of them had weapons or ammunition she could use. Terrible, but necessary.
Right now she was tired, annoyed and just planned angry with whoever had caused all of this. No one made Lash feel uncomfortable in wartimes! No one! She pulled away at one of the fallen rocks and threw it in the air, feeling the weight. It could make a good throwing stone. A primitive weapon, yes, but it was better than nothing.
Screaming wasn't the smartest of options. But she was ready if someone wanted to attack her. Let them come. What she wanted was other voices of allies. Working alone wasn't her forte. She was terrible lonely.
Dustin wasn’t far behind her. Not that he’d been following this odd little lady-she just happened to be heading in the direction of the piled bodies and, therefore, spare weapons and munitions. True, Dustin had his backpack full of futuristic, self-created devices that could probably wipe out legions of…well, almost anything that came at them. Unfortunately he couldn’t remember how to work them. Among other things I mean.
He just wanted to be able to protect Yoshimi. She might not have needed the support (or she might vehemently deny requiring it), but it was the least he could do for her. Not that he would admit that to anyone of course. As far as the others were concerned, Dustin was just as crass as usual, if not even more so due to his loss of advanced cognitive functions and consequent spike in paranoia
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Signs of life! Lash casually ignored the remark about her yelling and came out of her hiding place between the crushed slabs of the destroyed building. She seemed to recall seeing this man before, maybe passing by in a corridor or talking a few months ago. Whatever, he was someone who was alive and a team member.
"Not much luck." She kicked a half-rotting head without regard. "I managed to find a backpack from one of the dead soldiers, but the rations, if they were rations in the first place, were all rotted. I can use it to carry things, however. Like the few shell guns I found, and a standard grade military knife." She pointed to the infantry rifle that was attached to her back. "I also found this K98, but I still haven't found bullets for it. The scope is attached to it too! Sucks. My biggest catch is a Colt M1911A1, with half the bullets still in the gun. I also found a box of shells for it." She paused, and brought out about five or so round spheres before placing them in her bag again carefully.
He raised a thick eyebrow. The names of weapons echoed about in his brain, ready to be spoken in response: ”Perfect. I’ll take the rifle and keep looking for ammunition, you can have these .45-caliber shells that I just found, they should fit that model pistol. A bomb or two would be nice until then. Now, split up and take the left route through those buildings over there, and offer me cover while I search the opposite side-I think I saw a Mosin-Nagant Model 1891/30 3.5x PU scoped rifle through one of the upper windo-“
Dustin went pale, pain shooting through his crippled brain as it locked up and refused to continue. The static reached nigh deafening levels; and then it subsided, leaving his ears ringing with ambient noise and his temples pounding. It took him a few moments before he could pursue a less complex train of thought.
Stupid Nightmare King. With his stupid power dampeners.
But…that was just the thing, wasn’t it? Dustin’s weapons were almost a century ahead of their time, and he couldn’t even use them! Unless…unless this
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Brenda steps her way slowly down the street, pounded by the rain, seeing some buildings she recognizes and some she doesn't. She hasn't let go of Brainy's hand for more than a few minutes since the got a hold of each other again. Her nightmare has left her head but it's still clawing at her heart, and so is the fear it came bundled with.
"What is this, just... waiting for the other shoe to drop?"
"Maybe," Miku murmurs quietly behind Brenda. She's wet and shivering, but hasn't strayed too terribly far from Steve's side. Not when he looks as ill as he does. Her voice is a little bit raspier. "I hope no one gets sick from being soaked." Because she has to find something small to worry about atop all this... illogical messiness.
Steve wasn't about to let Miku wander off on her own either-- though he's more concerned about looking out for her rather than having her look out for him. He was moving slower than normal, but was quick to pick up an abandoned rifle and dragged it in one hand while the other one loosely kept a hold on Miku.
Grim Eyes walked lightly, moving swift as she could when her whole body ached like she'd been through a stampede. Her left arm dangled useless at her side, the bitten, slightly lacerated hand wrapped tight. Her shoulder was on fire, throbbing every time she moved, but she had lost sight of everyone when the scene changed.
She crouched behind a hunk of twisted metal, her ears tilted uncertainly back at the loud, sharp sounds of gunfire. She didn't recognize the noise - it sounded like a bark of thunder, and Grim Eyes didn't trust it.
A loud crack! sounded near her, and she moved purely out of reflex to the pain that hit her, letting out a pained yelp that sounded more like a snarl and throwing herself out into the street.
She didn't see the person she ran into until the last possible moment and let out another surprised bark. "Move, dammit!"
This was what Kang had been created for, what he had spent the first ten or so years of his life involved in. The weapons and opponents may have been different, but war tactics never changed. He could hear screams and gunshots, and far off in the distance, the roar of something very large and angry; it didn't sound quite right to be any type of dragon he was used to, though. He wasn't sure he wanted to find out what it was.
The sight of corpses was nothing new to him, and keeping a wary eye on his surroundings, he leaned down next to a human soldier that had died from what appeared to be a bullet to the stomach and pried a rifle from its hands. "Can't be too difficult to use one of these things, can it? Where the hell is the - ah, there." He found several box magazines on that body and the surrounding ones as well, and put those into the webbing of his armor; a knife was stuffed into his belt to replace the one he'd let Russel borrow. The bozak had handed his flamberge over to Apollo earlier as well, but there was no way he
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"Yeah, point and shoot," Sawyer replied, picking up an M-1 off the body of a dead American soldier, as he approached the talking reptile. "But what's the point? Looks like everyone's already dead," he added, nodding at all the corpses that littered the ground
( ... )
"Anybody remember some rocket launchers?!?" This was being yelled by an one eyed Xander who was racing to catch up with Sawyer and Kang. He already had grabbed a few weapons but knew those won't work well against the tanks.
"How about this?" Loren yelled, some distance away from Kang, Sawyer, and Xander, and fortunately they weren't right in front of her. Fortunate because she was aiming a bazooka at one of the tanks.
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"who are you? Can you get me out of here somehow?" he asks.
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Right now she was tired, annoyed and just planned angry with whoever had caused all of this. No one made Lash feel uncomfortable in wartimes! No one! She pulled away at one of the fallen rocks and threw it in the air, feeling the weight. It could make a good throwing stone. A primitive weapon, yes, but it was better than nothing.
Screaming wasn't the smartest of options. But she was ready if someone wanted to attack her. Let them come. What she wanted was other voices of allies. Working alone wasn't her forte. She was terrible lonely.
"HEY! ANYONE OUT THERE WHO CAN HEAR ME?"
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Dustin wasn’t far behind her. Not that he’d been following this odd little lady-she just happened to be heading in the direction of the piled bodies and, therefore, spare weapons and munitions. True, Dustin had his backpack full of futuristic, self-created devices that could probably wipe out legions of…well, almost anything that came at them. Unfortunately he couldn’t remember how to work them. Among other things I mean.
He just wanted to be able to protect Yoshimi. She might not have needed the support (or she might vehemently deny requiring it), but it was the least he could do for her. Not that he would admit that to anyone of course. As far as the others were concerned, Dustin was just as crass as usual, if not even more so due to his loss of advanced cognitive functions and consequent spike in paranoia ( ... )
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"Not much luck." She kicked a half-rotting head without regard. "I managed to find a backpack from one of the dead soldiers, but the rations, if they were rations in the first place, were all rotted. I can use it to carry things, however. Like the few shell guns I found, and a standard grade military knife." She pointed to the infantry rifle that was attached to her back. "I also found this K98, but I still haven't found bullets for it. The scope is attached to it too! Sucks. My biggest catch is a Colt M1911A1, with half the bullets still in the gun. I also found a box of shells for it." She paused, and brought out about five or so round spheres before placing them in her bag again carefully.
"Bombs. They aren't the best ( ... )
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Dustin went pale, pain shooting through his crippled brain as it locked up and refused to continue. The static reached nigh deafening levels; and then it subsided, leaving his ears ringing with ambient noise and his temples pounding. It took him a few moments before he could pursue a less complex train of thought.
Stupid Nightmare King. With his stupid power dampeners.
But…that was just the thing, wasn’t it? Dustin’s weapons were almost a century ahead of their time, and he couldn’t even use them! Unless…unless this ( ... )
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"What is this, just... waiting for the other shoe to drop?"
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"Are you okay?"
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And now... this.
The rain makes everything glow in her earthbending vision, and the mud makes it all blurry again.
She hangs her head. "Crap."
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She crouched behind a hunk of twisted metal, her ears tilted uncertainly back at the loud, sharp sounds of gunfire. She didn't recognize the noise - it sounded like a bark of thunder, and Grim Eyes didn't trust it.
A loud crack! sounded near her, and she moved purely out of reflex to the pain that hit her, letting out a pained yelp that sounded more like a snarl and throwing herself out into the street.
She didn't see the person she ran into until the last possible moment and let out another surprised bark. "Move, dammit!"
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The sight of corpses was nothing new to him, and keeping a wary eye on his surroundings, he leaned down next to a human soldier that had died from what appeared to be a bullet to the stomach and pried a rifle from its hands. "Can't be too difficult to use one of these things, can it? Where the hell is the - ah, there." He found several box magazines on that body and the surrounding ones as well, and put those into the webbing of his armor; a knife was stuffed into his belt to replace the one he'd let Russel borrow. The bozak had handed his flamberge over to Apollo earlier as well, but there was no way he ( ... )
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"We need explosives and we need them *now!*"
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BOOM.
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