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dolphinportkey7 replied...
Dec. 30, 2012 at 8:33 pm

"We did a bad thing, Kors," Ameth said for the five hundredth time. Kors rolled his eyes and made a comment about how Ameth was making the situation sound like they had stolen test answers from the academy. Ameth chose to ignore that. 
He didn't even look at Kors...he just kept praying, eyes down, lips pursed, his purple skin reflecting the candles in the Arizona Base's little chapel... 
"And the fact that you don't see that...? That you think it's, like, their fault...? It makes it hard for me to- to believe I ever saw anything in you. Leona and Wade are good people, who loved us, and we just...like they didn't even have feelings. Like they didn't- like we're the only people who matter..." Ameth trailed off, whispering something Kors couldn't hear. Kors had definitely noticed a connection between people's level of seriousness and their religiousness...
"You're so full of yourself," Kors laughed, looking at the guy who wouldn't look at him. Ameth didn't answer. It was crazy how one of the best fighters this side of the Mississippi could be such a...whatever when it came to everything else. When Ameth still didn't answer and kept praying, Kors got up. As he was walking past the pews, about to open the doors, the other teen spoke one last time. 
"Leona's a great leader, Kors. I didn't expect her to forgive me, but I went and talked to her- said sorry...you should maybe do the same." 
"Whatever," Kors muttered as the bright glare of the Arizona sun widened his pupils outside of the stuffy chapel that Ameth spent so much time in. 

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iluvnacho replied...
Dec. 30, 2012 at 8:37 pm

(Yeeees character interaction! ^.^ Only a few posts, though, because I don't want to get too far ahead of the others :) )
Snooze froze completely, as she caught sight of her. For a moment, he felt as if his bloo was fozen wih ice. He couldn't move--no, was she going to call for others, or maybe even try to kill him?--before she gave a friendly wave. The fear lessened slightly; only enough for him to deftly slide down the tree.
Once he hit he ground, he kept facing her, backing up with cautious green eyes. The girl didn't look harmful, but Snooze was still weary. He learned early on that even the most innocent looking things could be dangerous. The first night he ate some fruit that looked like peaches, only for him to spend a day in agony and hallucinations.
"I..."His voice was soft, still cautious. Was she going to hurt him? Why was she talking to him? So many questions bounce around his head, nd he gulped."I'm looking for my sister. Her name is Alice, and she looked like me except she has curly brown hair and brown eyes. She's taller, and she has the Gift of controlling fire. Have you seen her? Do you know where she is?"Snooze's voice came to a desperate edge, and he stopped abruptly, watching her with wide green eyes.

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leah1027 replied...
Dec. 30, 2012 at 8:51 pm


Jo remained sitting with her back against the tree as the boy dropped down and turned to face her. He was a little younger than she'd initially thought, not more than eight or nine years old. Unfortunately, the war was making lost little kids like this more and more common.

After he explained to her what he was looking for she slowly stood up, leaving her gun on the ground behind her.

"Can't say I do," She answered with a slight shrug. "I've heard rumors of some fire users up in Arizona, but those are just rumors." With that she turned her back to him and walked back to her gun, swinging it over her shoulder

"So, are you going to come back to the base with us or are you gonna stay out here?" She asked nonchalantly, turning to give him an amused smile. "Cuz if you're staying I give you maybe one or two days before you're dead."

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iluvnacho replied...
Dec. 30, 2012 at 8:58 pm

Snooze couldn't say he was expecting something hopeful. Actually, he didn't even looked surprised at her response. The girl didn't look like some girls he had seen before; what was the word? Tomboyish?
He toyed with the idea on how long it would take for him to get to Arizona; it would be forever. Snooze frowed at her weapon, since he really didn't care for guns all too much. Just weapons in general, which was a little unfortunate considering they were in the middle of the war.
He shivered, depsite the heat, at her saying he would probably be dead in a few days. Of coarse he would be. Snooze bit his lower lip, before following without another word.
He did manage to catch pace with her, though, occasionally glancing up at her as if she'd attack him any second. Snooze furrowed his brows at her choice of clothing--long sleeved? In this heat? He wasn't nearly brave enough to comment on it, though his did say one more thing.
"My name is Snooze."He introduced simply, his green eyes going back up to her again."And I don't want to fight. Not until I find my sister."Snooze added.

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leah1027 replied...
Dec. 30, 2012 at 9:13 pm


Jo relaxed a bit more as she felt the boy following behind her. She'd been half afraid that, if he hadn't followed, she would've had to drag him back to the base.

"Hey, Marco!" She called to the nearest scout as they walked past the border. "You take over my section of the border for today. I've got to get this kid back to camp." She gestured to the boy.

Marco looked like he was torn between being curious and being pis.sed off but he just sighed. "Yeah, whatever." He muttered before moving further into the rainforest.

She let out a short laugh when the kid introduced himself. "Well, nice to meet you Snooze," She said, not bothering to ask about the strange nickname. "You can call me Jo. And I have to say, I've never really come across someone so opposed to fighting before." She raised an eyebrow questioningly and decided not to comment about his sister. She didn't want to get his hopes up but strangely she didn't want to crush them either.

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_Skyye_ replied...
Dec. 30, 2012 at 9:17 pm

(Who has characters in Europe and any of it's cities? I'd like Quentin to meet all of the characters in some way.)
He'd escaped just barely. Again.
Quentin rubbed his bruised shoulder with a rather blank expression, his bag hanging from the opposite arm. The small band of humans he'd run into hadn't been pleased to hear he had interest in joining their cause. To say the least they tried to rough him up a little, they hadn't expected the doe eyed man to fight like that.
With a small sigh Quentin flexed his fingers. I hate fighting. He would rather that he had never needed to learn how to kill, but given the war he had found the ability to defend himself the thing that would keep him alive.
He turned to look behind him at the three unconscious men on the ground. His eyes were sad when he turned back around, he had found out very quickly that some people just used the war as an excuse to loot homes and mug defenseless people.
Not all of us are defenseless.
"You sorry excuse for a human being, you stupid moron!"
Jaden spat out a few curse words in Russian, her face red as she glared at the quivering man in front of her. "Ma'am, it was an accident, no need to get....angry."
Jaden's eyes widened and her face turned another shade of red. She opened her mouth and stabbed her finger in the man's face, but before she could speak the man spun on his heel and all but fled.
"How dare you run away from me yo-"
Her eyes fell to her finger and she cut off her own words. She clenched her fist and brought it to her stomach, flicking the red thread from her fingers. A momentary spike of pain shot through her arm, but it faded within second. Glancing around with a dark look in her eyes she spun around and stomped away, she made her way to the baracks, but was intercepted by her commander.
Jaden snapped to attention and gave the man a quick nod, "Sir."

"Rodger's has called a meeting for the pilots of the 13th, go."
Jaden gave another quick nod before spinning around, her new destination the Hanger Bay.

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_Skyye_ replied...
Dec. 30, 2012 at 9:27 pm

Whistling a song she'd heard on one of the old radios she'd fixed, Aurora crossed the training grounds where a few soldiers were target practicing. A few gave her grins and a wave, which she happily returned with a grin of her own.
As she passed the chapel, she caught sight of of a younger man, Aurora kept her grin on and gave him a quick wave, "Hey, Fitzgerald, how's it goin'?"

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leah1027 replied...
Dec. 30, 2012 at 9:37 pm

(Skyye: Caterina's in London :))


Caterina had skipped out on the war meeting again. Instead of attending the meeting like she was supposed she was wandering around the base, trying to waste time.

She was pretty sure that this would be the last straw- she'd almost certainly be excluded from all future meetings after this and although she was a little bit ashamed, mostly she was just relieved.

She hated the war meetings. She'd been automatically selected to go to them, being one of the most experienced soldiers in her platoon, and had tried to protest, but in the end she was still made to go. At the meetings, she'd been to nervous and jittery to get a word in, quickly fading into the background as she let others, like Eve or Eli, take the floor.

Some might call her crazy for it, but Caterina preferred the battlefield to the meetings- she'd much rather face someone with a gun than someone pressuring her like that.

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_Skyye_ replied...
Dec. 30, 2012 at 10:38 pm

(Maybe they can meet :-) Quentin has no affiliation with the human soldiers or anything, so he's steering clear of the base)

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leah1027 replied...
Dec. 30, 2012 at 10:40 pm

(Uh okay, so you should you post or should I? :))

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_Skyye_ replied...
Dec. 30, 2012 at 10:47 pm

(I'll post and you can see what you can do with it :-)

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_Skyye_ replied...
Dec. 30, 2012 at 10:53 pm

London was cold this time of year. A fact that Quentin had forgotten after spending so much time in South America before coming back to the East. The rucksack resting agianst his back offered a little warmth, but his long-worn jacket offered little to none.
He walked along a debris covered road, working his way toward Scotland where he had heard rumours of a small band of humans and Gifted, staying under the radar as to not be hunted down. That led Quentin to glance to a couple miles west where he knew the London Base for the humans was. He allowed his mind to briefly wander with thoughts of what they might be doing there. But a quick mental scolding banished them.
A quick glance at the sky told him dark would be approaching soon. With a tired sigh he started looking for adaquate, and safe, shelter for the night.

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_Skyye_ replied...
Dec. 30, 2012 at 11:03 pm

(Sorry, I kinda took liberties with the time of day.... :/ )

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dolphinportkey7 replied...
Dec. 30, 2012 at 11:04 pm

He nodded his head up and down, up and down, then down and up, all as the music said he should. His fingers flew over the piano keys, and he grinned a little bit. His tongue flitted out, not caring who saw it before it retreated, then out again at the next tricky combination of notes.
"I kn-kn-know a girl who gets what she wants all the time/ 'cause she's fine," he sung, half to himself. He wasn't in the rec hall of the Arizona Base, that was impossible-- he was by himself, in a walled courtyard full of apple trees and a crowd listening to his music. He wasn't a soldier in the midst of a war, that would be insane- he was a musician, just a musician, free to love and   be loved without anyone bothering him about stuff the way Ameth and Leona had been...
"...but for an angel, she's a hot, hot mess, makes you so blind, leaves you so blind..."
You should do the same. Yeah. He should go talk to Leona-- because it was definitely his fault that she took her job as a commander way too seriously...

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Battle-Colors replied...
Dec. 30, 2012 at 11:19 pm

((Um wow, we've started.  
Anyway I have a question, Carons.  SInce nobody else is at the House, where Luka is, then should I move him to somewhere else so he can interact with other charries?
I'll respond on this after my qestion is answered, so I know what to say for Luka.  Plus I need to think something upa dn rewad what's already happened. :-P))

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leah1027 replied...
Dec. 30, 2012 at 11:20 pm

(*facepalm* Sorry Skyye I misunderstood you earlier. I thought you meant Quentin was in London, and I would like to keep Caterina at the base. ^^' My bad)

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iluvnacho replied...
Dec. 30, 2012 at 11:37 pm


It was something of a comfort, to have someone to follow again. Of coarse, this "Jo" was nothing compared to his own blood sister, Alice, but Snooze would take it. He would gladly follow this girl, even if he was weary of her still.

"I just don't like fighting."Snooze replied back with a shrug. Instictively, he trailed even closer to her, holding on to his backpack tightly. Jo seemed to know her way around the forest way better than him. How did she learn? Did she know how to read? Could Jo teach him how to read? Again, many questions buzzed around his head, but instead of asking any of them outloud, he asked one that was beginning to make him anxious. The feeling was something very familiar to him.

"No one is going to make me fight, right?"Snooze asked, that hint of desperation leaking back into his voice."At the camp you're taking me too?" He abruptly stopped, his green eyes like saucers at the thought.

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CarsonFaircloth replied...
Dec. 30, 2012 at 11:39 pm

(Battle: You can do whatever you like. Characters should be moving around a lot throughout the roleplay; Luka can go to the more European areas, or America in Arizona/New York. I don't mind at all. ^_^
Everyone: Mmm...I think some people are getting confused as to where everyone is, especially since people will be moving around a lot. What do you guys think of tacking where your characters are by their name?
For instance: Leona: Arizona Base
If not, I'm alright with it. I just want to know if that might help everyone out with keeping all of the characters straight. ^_^)


Hail squinted at the sign, irritated as he tried to scrub off some of the muck. His forehead had collected sweat, and he brushed it off with his jacket sleeve impatiently, the dog tag around his neck clinking. Who was in charge of maintaining this place? How was anyone supposed to turn back if they couldn't even read the WARNING: WAR ZONE signs?
My father's getting lazy, he thought, picturing the man in all of his Commander-esque glory, that hard, cold look on his face as he admonished Hail, trying to put the weight of the human European world---literally---on his shoulders.

Hail walked slowly into Fort London, the guards letting him pass with surprise on their face. Hail hadn't been in "town", so to speak, for two years; he'd been too busy searching for the killer of his two brothers, the Gifted---or maybe Gifteds---who had destroyed his family twice over. So far it had only done him harm, leaving him with scars of his mind, images branded into his memory forever.

Hail still shuddered to think about some of his experiences.

I should be out on the road, he thought bitterly. I should be looking for the killer. Not running back here just because Father sends word for me, asking for my help.
And yet here he was, striding into Fort London, the Headquarters for war councils looming ahead. The long, gruesome road to finding the Gifted murderers wasn't an easy one, and with so much carnage, Hail had begun to feel as if he was doing nothing, not for himself and certainly not for the innocents being killed here by regular Gifted attacks on the perimeters. His guilt had driven him here.

He had to do something. He should be helping. But he refused to take his father's title; Hail would help the military, do work on the side, but his main focus would still be the hunt. It had been his sole purpose for two years. He couldn't throw that away now.


Bobbi waited, twiddling her thumbs, while Josh went to work on the humans currently riddling their hiding spot with gunfire, his gift of motion serving them well in this particular moment. It didn't take him five minutes; he was back, a grin on his face and blood on his shirt, in a flash.

"Let's go. We've got to get back to the base."

Bobbi nodded, standing to sprint alongside him as they ran for Fort Paris---or, rather, the heart of it, which was the camp. Though Bobbi detested it, it was necessary. She'd barely passed the trainee requirements, and all that got her was out in this mess, doing stupid errands for people that just wanted to keep her busy, out of the way of the more important missions.

But Bobbi wasn't a fighter. She dealt with assassinations, poisons, sneaking. This blasted open space had her more frightened than a jackrabbit running from a wolf.

By the time they reached the camp, Bobbi was out of breath, and so was Josh. The camp guards waved them in, and Bobbi saw as the rest of the Fort Paris trainees were released from their classes. She let out a breath, taking in the familiarity of it all.
"I've got dish duty," Josh mumbled, further proving how truly low on the rank freshly-retired trainees were. "Report to the Captain for me, will you?"
Bobbi nodded, looking at the man who had just released the trainee class. She pursed her lips.
Ugh. I hate doing this.
Just let it go. You can't do anything about it until morning, Leona reasoned with herself. The troops will be pulling back. You have hours until you have to think about it again.
Relax, another voice in her head told her. A man's voice. A voice that she both loved and now, it seemed, loathed. Relax once in a while, will you?
If she'd relaxed, they'd still be together. If she'd relaxed, hundreds of her soldiers might have died.
Leona fought with herself as she walked across the camp, occasionally waving at those she knew, trainees watching her with wide eyes and giving her stiff salutes, which usually amused her but not today.
Why did Kors have to ruin even the privacy that used to be her mind?
Leona sighed to herself.

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CarsonFaircloth replied...
Dec. 30, 2012 at 11:41 pm

(Oh, and Battle: Nothing's really happened. It's too early for that; everyone is pretty much just giving their characters a first few posts, but a few have just met. Really we're just getting warmed up. ^_^)

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_Skyye_ replied...
Dec. 30, 2012 at 11:48 pm

(Carson, that's a really good idea, actually........
Leah: Oh, it's fine, he was already there anyway :-)

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