Futuristic 𝗘𝗩𝗢𝗟𝗩𝗘 ◑ ᴍɪssɪᴏɴ ʟᴏɢ

[kath1515]

- Aylin -
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Apparently, Atlas had overheard TJ's attempt at reassurance and decided to chime in with his own, which turned out to be only mildly more reassuring. It was nice to know that there was a plan should Aylin get eaten alive, though it did seem to hinge on the fact that she'd get eaten whole. "Thanks, Atlas. I'm sure it won't come to that. We do really need to get going though.", she said back to him and the others.

Aylin followed along with the rest of her "group" as they made their way through the vegetation, stopping only when Atlas said they'd attracted the attention of something out there. A rustle in the leaves a few feet from them drew her attention, but in the short seconds it took her to spot the raptor, Atlas was already about halfway done ripping it to shreds. Backing up to try and get away from the dinosaurs, Aylin watched as Atlas let the raptor swallow his whole arm, before using the other to strangle it. Violent, but much better than being eaten alive, Aylin thought.

Another dinosaur was quickly blown apart by Del before he suggested that they get a move on. Aylin spoke up, agreeing with him. "Del is right. We're not prepared to fight these things. Either we make an escape or get somewhere that we've got more of an advantage. Right now we're outnumbered and don't even know where they're coming from. We're exposed out in the open like this...", but, before she could finish laying out her thoughts, the greenery around them started to move and one of the circling raptors lept forward and tackled her to the ground. Letting out a yell induced by a combination of shock and pain, she looked up to the dinosaur looming above her.

Mere seconds after she'd been thrown down, a hand full of razor-sharp claws came down in the direction of her face. Rolling to the side, Aylin attempted to dodge the attack but was just a moment off, earning herself a large scratch near the top of her arm. Resisting the urge to check her injury, she used the next few seconds to try and put a bit of distance between her and the dinosaur, scrambling backward until she hit a large tree. From her new viewpoint, she was easily able to spot Atlas and TJ, both of whom seemed to be in a similar situation to her, and Del, who, thankfully, was dinosaur free. That; however, was the last thing she could see, as the raptor quickly advanced on her again.

Suddenly, a bang echoed around the clearing and the dinosaur stumbled off of her. Del had shot it in the shoulder. Following his yell, Aylin quickly pulled herself off of the ground, sparing a momentary glance over at her bleeding shoulder. She'd have to deal with it later, TJ and Atlas were still cornered by the raptors. Damn it, how were they supposed to get the two of them out of this.

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Mentions: Atlas ( kasigi ), Del ( BLK ), TJ ( Fanaa )

 

[AreSneksSly]

Rheavankeint Venk
Location: Dinoraino, plains | With: Ariel
Interactions: Ariel [ deliriousmishaps ]​

Seeing her eye-piece enter her cone of vision, Rhea felt a modicum of relief pump into her blood. She knew Ariel was a quick worker. Grabbing it out of his hand and firmly pushing it into the gap at the side of her helmet, the centaur couldn’t help but smile (or at least have her mouth turn upwards slightly) as she watched it come online. “Many thanks Ar-’i’-el,” she muttered. Under normal circumstances she would’ve included a compliment about the Plat’s quick work, but being chased by a dinosaur was not exactly a ‘normal circumstance’. Speaking of chasers...

Turning her head, she looked back at the dino with a narrowed eye. The Torvosaur was bulky, and didn’t seem accustomed to giving chase. Fortunately, it had one big advantage; it’s new prey was starting to slow down. A lot. Something Rhea was realising as well. Her legs weren’t moving as quick, and despite her best efforts that creeping warmness was crawling back into her suit and suffocating her through her helmet. Fortunately, Ariel seemed to have the perfect device for the situation; a small, rectangular device that the red-head called a ‘blinder’.

Venk never went out of her way to learn about the new technologies that surrounded her; one of her few regrets, and one she would amend the moment she got back to Miraino. Putting aside a reminder to drop by the library in Rotek and pick up some engineering textbooks (Thank grakk it provided one), she attached the blinder to her arrow. The alien made a quick turn and twisted her hip to aim straight at the dinosaur’s snout. Releasing the shot and letting it fly, the brown-furred female dug her hooves into the grass to stop her body from being flinged straight into the moving herbivorous mass as they continued to try and escape. She took a few steps back from the stampede to gather her breath, short bursts of air getting sucked into her lungs as her legs burned from exhaustion.

Her eye moved slowly to the carnivore that was chasing them, and she watched her arrow fly straight at it’s right eye. A smirk tugged at her mouth. 3…

2…

1.

 

[Fanaa]

TARTIMOK

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location: Jurassic park
with: Atlas, Del, Aylin, Luness
tags: kasigi // BLK // kath1515 // Lioness075

Tartimok had always been told he had a way with words, it was no surprise to find that Aylin found comfort in his words, telling someone of their nonexistent nutritional value really did numbers, TJ was quite proud of himself. Royals had to be good with public relations and all that jazz. Atlas gave the brunette a few words of encouragement as well, though Tartimok hadn’t worked with Atlas for too long, he did enjoy his presence, Onyx squad leads needed to have a specific persona in order to gain the respect of their squadmates and the robot fit the bill.

It seemed that all their talk of getting eaten by vicious dinosaurs had attracted vicious dinosaurs. Atlas wrestled a raptor into submission, followed by Del joining in on the hunt. The onyx lead spoke of taxidermy, raptors resembled a beast that Zatyrians would consume during engagement parties, so the young prince saw no issue with the fellow white-haired male taking home his prize.

The defeated raptor’s comrades didn’t appreciate how their fallen friends were handled, and so they attacked as a pack, with two targeting him as well as Atlas, and one pinning Aylin to the ground. Del was the only operative that wasn’t in immediate danger. The dark-haired human thought it best to help the smallest of the bunch, and all Tartimok could think of is how Del would be charged with high treason for his action if they were on his home planet, but here his status meant nothing.

With his attention fully focused on his toothy friends, he drew his sword, he wasn’t going to come out of this unharmed, but the prehistoric gremlins would surely meet their maker. One raptor charged, jaw opened wide as it prepared to chomp down on flesh, just as it did Luness barreled into the scene and began to tussle with the other raptor, TJ guarded himself with his available arm, his sword firmly grasped in his right. The flesh wound would be worth it given the blow he was about to deliver, the high-tech blade pierced through the raptor’s chest cavity, and Tartimok watched as the life escape its body.

With one down and the other with its foot in the grave, he gets over to assist Luness, checking the severity of his injury in the process. Regardless if the injury was major or minor, his sister would have something to say. It would appear that his fellow alien received their fair share of damage as well, well he should probably put an end to Luness and the raptor’s wrestling match. Lifting his prized possession, a steady hand bore down, thrusting into the beast’s throat. “Can you stand?” he asked, if she wasn’t seriously injured then he would provide assistance to his leader.

coded by galactic​

 

[Once]

Kayden Fletcher

location: somewhere with dinos

mood: fyi your mood is contagious (annoyed)

interactions: Drexel, Dalziel, Alexander

tags: Uniko .V1LLAINISM._ deliriousmishaps

There were only so many things that Kayden could keep track of, even as an android. What was once high-end tech had lost its edge over the years until it was what you’d find in your average civilian. But what was more important than your specs, was how you used how you used it. Kayden was good at that. Usually. Right now, he was a bit occupied with the headaches that were his teammates. They really shouldn’t have elected a leader since that was when everything had started to go downhill. Now Alexander was cursing his luck, teammates, and the tragic state of his life, Kayden was done with caring about the emotional state of the squad (and anything other than his job), and the other two were tossing quips back and forth. Doing his best to block out their ‘bantering’ – to him, it seemed much more like arguing (kind of like when parents squabble but didn’t want to admit it to their kids) – Kayden instead kept one eye on his GPS and the other on their surroundings.

It seemed like at least one of the men was about to snap during every second of their merry little hike, but, somehow, they managed to reach their destination without anyone having been murked. If nothing else, Kayden was pleased about how easy it was to find their piece which was conveniently located in a shrub. (find joy in the little things; be optimistic!) Waiting alongside the rest of the others, the machine ducked his head to plan out their route to the rendezvous point while Dalziel took his sweet time retrieving the piece.

When he saw the pterodactyl come swooping down to snatch their ticket home, cramming the piece into its beak, Kayden just about had it. Why the hell was it trying to eat a piece of metal?

Luckily, the Drexel managed to get a hit in before the thief flew away, stolen loot in its stomach. Taking a moment to compose himself -- because, right now, staying level-headed was a must – Kayden answered, “I can. We just have to hope that that it’s still in one piece.” The android took off through the forestry dark eyes alternating between paying attention to what was ahead of him and to the moving dot on his GPS screen.
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codebytriples

 

[Fanaa]

TORIN

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location: Grassy plain (Jurassic era)
with: Zola and Frey
tags: Uniko // smolfluffball

Zola was easy to spot, even from several feet away, if he was going to notice any figure in the distance it was going to be her, Frey (Abel) shouting in his direction was an added plus. Torin’s speed decreased significantly as his brain attempted to process what he was witnessing, but he quickly decided that details weren’t necessary as he altered the direction in which he was originally headed and drew closer to the couple.

As mentioned previously, he considered himself a shit show connoisseur, as such he could determine when the shit got shittier, and boy did it get shittier. What he didn’t need at the moment were an injured squadmate and a comatose one, but that’s what he was given, because a mission would be officially official without Torin Nox being disappointed, but not surprised.

The dark-skinned male motioned for the shapeshifter to hand Zola over, Torin preferred if he was responsible for her safety. Now with his hands unoccupied, Frey returned to his natural self, injuries and all making an appearance as well. The judgemental leader inhaled slowly, attempting to calm himself down, now wasn’t the time to ask questions, not until he was certain they were all safe.

An injured squadmate would prove to be a challenge, especially when Torin had to carry around over a hundred pounds of dead weight. The squad lead thought it best for Frey to shift back into the former passive onyx squad member. “It’s best if you shift back into your friend, I’ll provide first aid with whatever supplies we have once we’re a safe distance away.” It was more of a suggestion than anything, in Torin’s mind Frey did whatever he thought was best.

“I’ll lead the way, don’t fall far behind.” the ground was still quaking, and he wasn’t keen on sticking around to see if the stampede would be redirected.

coded by galactic
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[kasigi]

More violence against raptors!

Even though trophy hunting wasn't the first thing that crossed Atlas' mind as space and time contorted around him, things seemed to work themselves out on their own. Everything began to unravel rather quickly as the pack of raptors poured into the clearing, each of the vicious predators singling out a target whom they desired to maul. As chance would have it, the raptors decided that they wanted to test their might against the metal mountain. All this meant is that the raptors were providing Atlas with a little more entertainment while simultaneously lessening the work-load for everyone else. With that in mind, Atlas couldn't help but glance at his comrades, watching as Del brought forth his weapon and swiftly dispatched one of the targets. They seemed to be handling themselves efficiently so far, allowing Atlas to focus on his own battle; two raptors lunged towards Atlas, practically in sync as they attempted to sink their razor-like jaws into flesh and bone, both of them honing in on separate arms.

While their jaws hoped to meet with a living being's flesh, they were instead introduced to smoldering, metallic despair. As each of the carnivores bit down, their mouths felt the blazing heat radiating off of the android's form. Unfortunately for the raptors, their meager jaw strength made it practically impossible for them to get through his reinforced carapace, allowing Atlas to take complete control of the situation. Though, they WERE ruining his coat, with all the frantic clawing and whatnot. "Hey, hands off the merchandise, assholes!" The whir of the acceleration drive grew more apparent within the coming moments, with Atlas cranking up the heat a bit. Atlas jolted his right arm away from the connected raptor's center of mass, it's jaws slamming shut as Atlas' arm was pulled away. Carrying the same momentum, he slammed his fist into the left raptor's head, rattling it's brain around in it's skull with a titanic force, causing it to let go and fall to the ground where it stood. Now free from both of the raptor's grasp, he continued his assault on the dazed one, kneeling over the beast and beating the ever-loving shit out of it with his fists. This onslaught continued as the other raptor jumped onto Atlas' back, clawing and biting him in an attempt to inflict any sort of lasting damage. While death by a thousand cuts seemed like a sound strategy, you couldn't exactly bleed Atlas out - even if you DID cut him. At most, the raptors were producing minuscule indents - or, possibly even worse, the horrific sound of teeth and claws scraping against metal.

The rhythmic, explosive punches that Atlas dished out only ceased once he thought the damn thing was out of it's misery, with the one on his back still causing a decent amount of commotion. As if he was motioning to scratch his back, Atlas reached behind and took hold of the raptor with both hands, tossing it overhead a very minuscule distance. Possessing a truly feline-like ability to get around unnoticed, Atlas was completely unaware that Luness had arrived on the scene until he saw her wrestling with a raptor. Mentally noting her assistance to TJ, Atlas turned to his final foe, preparing to strike - or waiting for it to strike him itself. To Atlas' surprise, it decided to pivot into the direction of Aylin, it's intentions being clear. Atlas, of course, wouldn't let this happen, acting fast to grab the overgrown chicken by the tail with both hands, slowly pulling it back towards him as if he was tugging on a rope. As the raptor tried to snap back at Atlas, he let go of its tail and wrapped his arms around the raptor midsection, exerting force on his legs and lifting it into the air. After a brief moment, with this feet still planted firmly on the ground, he jolted backwards, German Suplexing the prehistoric predator. With how Atlas slammed the raptor, the creature landed on it's neck, killing it instantly. After crowning himself "slayer of primal beasts," Atlas looked around, only to see that the only raptor that remained was the one that tried to maul Aylin. It seemed... discouraged. Now that all of its friends were dead, the raptor realized that they would most likely meet a similar fate if they attempted to continue their attack. Thus, the final raptor decided that it would be a good time to leave, unless someone decided to chase the poor thing down.

"Everyone alright? How are your wounds?" His tone seemed excited, but genuine nonetheless, Atlas' cooling systems working to reset him to his neutral state. Now that the dust was beginning to settle, he took it upon himself to claim his prize. Anyone looking towards him would watch as Atlas entered deep thought for a moment, pondering about an issue that was definitely important. After some decision making, Atlas walked up to one of the raptors - supposedly the biggest one - and hoisted it up over his shoulders. "Up ya' go!" Turning back towards everyone, he asserted the current issue at hand. "Without a doubt, we definitely need to get a move on. I know the fragment's close, so we shou-.. no, we ARE gonna go find it as quickly as we can."

Atlas was satisfied with the fun he had. This specific encounter also perpetuated the importance of getting everyone out of prehistory as soon as possible. They couldn't take any more risks - they needed to move before someone sustained a serious injury, or worse.

ATLAS

Location: Prehistory!

Mentions: Fanaa (TJ), BLK (Del), kath1515 (Aylin), Lioness075 (Luness)

code by yousmelldead

 

[Lioness075]

Name: Luness LaFrae	Nickname: Lune
Team: Gold	Species: Alien - Siklaid
Equipment: Shortbow & Quiver, Daggers, Tinkering Kit

The Utahraptor bit and clawed in a frenzy, none too pleased to be matched in such fury by Luness. Blood flowed from both of them and each one's muzzle was soaked in kind. Luness swung her forearm up in time to block a lunge at her jugular and snarled when the Utahraptor sank its fangs into her arm.

Before she could counterattack, a sword tip sank through the Utahraptor's throat and Luness sighed in relief as the pressure lifted from her forearm. She shoved the now lifeless Utahraptor off of her and it slumped to the side. Panting with adrenaline, Luness looked up at TJ and struggled to focus on him, her vision narrowing with the fight still racing through her veins.
Hearing his inquiry, Luness blinked and then nodded, turning to her side to push up with her good arm. She stood on her hind legs and hugged her bleeding forearm to her chest, which was in turn bleeding as well. She scowled at these injuries sustained from only one of these small dinosaurs. Still, she knew she could manage these wounds easily enough on her own and so she looked back at TJ and said in her gruff tone, "I'll live."
Hesitating a moment, Luness then added in a disgruntled tone, "Thanks."
She quickly turned away from TJ, not keen on showing anyone she barely knew that she was remotely weak. Seeing Atlas brutally beating the remaining raptors, Luness decided the worst of this situation was over and knelt down with a wince before using her good arm to remove her knapsack from her back. She pulled out her first aid kit and sighed, as she then retrieved her sewing kit. The box holding her needle and sutures was barely able to close at this point with how frequently she used the kit. She really needed to replace the small box one of these days.

While Group Two collected themselves, Luness skipped cleaning her wounds in favor of sealing them up before anything might get in an risk infection. If she was being honest with herself, she tended to heal quickly enough that the chances of any injury getting infected for her was slim unless she shoved her injury into mud or something idiotic.
With her injured arm making her right hand shake, Luness muttered a curse as she used her good arm to start stitching up her right forearm's puncture wounds from the raptor biting her.
Luness would not readily admit it, but she doubted she would do a great stitching job on her own abdomen where the raptor had kicked at her with his hind claws. The wounds always looked horrific to most people, but Luness' ability to heal faster than the average human allowed her to take more heavy hits without going down.

Not wanting anyone to think they had to offer to assist her, Luness finished stitching the bite wound on her forearm and quickly began stitching the four deep claw wounds along her abdomen, angry that her vest now had tear marks through its bottom half and that her button-down was starting to become untucked. She held herself to a higher standard than most on her team and did not enjoy looking as if she was struggling at all.

Cursing could be heard throughout the stitching effort and she was satisfied when she finished, only to look down at her first aid kit and sigh at the fact that she should probably wrap her injuries to ensure the stitches did not come out too easily. Her forearm was easy enough to do with her good arm and using her own teeth to hold parts of the wrapping down.
As she held up a wrap to use on her abdomen, Luness scowled at the fact that the lower half of her shirt and vest seemed to be effectively ruined at this point. She went through her attire quicker than most and it was rather depressing to think of how many sets she had back at Rotek.

Surveying the crowd here, Luness tried to seek out someone she would be remotely comfortable with assisting her in wrapping her abdomen. She barely knew anyone in this group, despite Del being here. She had not really tried too hard to get to know him and vice versa. Plus, she doubted most humans would feel comfortable around her. Most were disconcerted by her scarred appearance alone and gruff behaviorisms.
Sighing, Luness turned away and was about to try and figure it out herself when she saw Dahlia approaching them. Inwardly, she cringed at the idea of requesting assistance from anyone, but knew she was going to look like an idiot trying and failing to do it herself. At the very least, she knew Dahlia to a degree. Perhaps it would be less awkward, perhaps not. Only one way to find out.

Luness stepped away from the group and interrupted Dahlia's approach. Hesitantly, she held out the wrapping for her abdomen and then even more awkwardly gestured at herself.
Then without much context or explanation beyond the bloodied tatters of her top attire and questionable stitching, Luness said in a hushed tone, "Can you help or not?"
She stared Dahlia down, most likely not making this situation any less comfortable for either of them.

Spoiler: Tags

Interactions: Fanaa (TJ), Kassandra (Dahlia)
Nearby: kasigi (Atlas), kath1515 (Aylin), BLK (Del)
Mentioned: N/A

 

[Kassandra]

location?
Dino Miraino.
interactions?
Luness ( Lioness075 ).
mentions?
idk.

dahlia corbin.

Before Dahlia could ask to carry the fragment herself, her companion had slinked back out of the triceratops nest with her feline agility and began darting in the direction of their comrades' fray with whatever reptilian beasts had gathered them in their sights. She also planned on offering her an apology before she cleared half the distance between them and the fight. That comment following Dahlia's warning about the preservation of the timeline was made with good intentions, but it seemed as if she took it defensively. Dahlia thought it obvious, but she considered her teammate a prized asset to Rotek and their squad, even outside her ability to take life. Her first thought was to interrupt her pursuit and tell her that, but decided against it after realizing that such an apology would mean less while they were on their way to defend the others by whatever violent means necessary. Perhaps once they had left this timeline. Dinosaurs never failed to make a heart-to-heart an awkward affair. Maybe Frey's preoccupation was more well-founded than she initially thought. On a planet where the robots were born with feelings, it only made rational sense that someone as in-tune with their inner selves as Luness would have a few of her own.

Once Dahlia was a few running paces away from the hazardous nest, she started to full-on sprint, doubting that the mother would pursue something actively running in the opposite direction as her next. While not exactly built to take damage, she was set on helping out their efforts however she could. The sword she could summon was her first instinct, but there was a reason humans developed firearms technology when they did. Fighting an unpredictable animal on their terms was a very good way to end up eaten. Choosing instead to neglect it in favor of a more delicate approach, Dahlia used her running start to give her secondary form some starting velocity to work with as her human physique began to decompile itself. Her hair, arms, and her core went first, before all of her was transformed into a dark cloud riding into the air. From above, she caught only the battle's final moments. Atlas brutalizing some raptors, she sounding like he was encouraging the same. Her teammate Del stepping up to the challenge to defend Aylin over Tartimok. And lastly, Luness catching the business end of a raptor's talons, and now struggling to tend to her wounds. The murder of crows descended from the sky and imploded into it's mass until Dahlia, the person, emerged in the middle of the ruin left behind by the raptors.

Immediately after being propositioned, her deft hands took the kit from her hesitant companion. Dahlia didn't expect an opening for her apology to make itself available, but there it suddenly was. A metaphorical olive branch. In response to Luness's unsettling stares, Dahlia only smiled and led her aside to the most comfortable-looking rock in the area, laying her down on it to give herself a level space to work. "Keep still. Now, let's get these rags out of the way..." she studiously murmured, removing the vest and peeling upward the bloody shirt so there was nothing in her way. Reaching beneath with the wrapping, Dahlia went around her midriff with the roll to make several layers. "The vest might help to keep it compressed, even if it is in tatters. I'm glad I could help."

crow hoe in dino land

coded by incandescent

 

[.V1LLAINISM._]

Shay Bishops

Emotion: Whatever this man was feeling
Outfit: Wouldn’tLetThatShitHappenToMeTho
Tags: Fanaa Uniko Kassandra

Fear. Arguably one of the most paralyzingly intense emotions a person could ever feel. Fear. Shay knew the word well, in fact, the two had been friends for quite some time now. Quite some time indeed. Her mind raced over all that’d happened before disaster had struck, a result of which had had her trembling in the face of her biggest phobia. Her breath hitched, unable to fully escape as she sat completely surrounded. It seemed that this would be the very beginning of the end.

It was safe to say that the little reunion she’d encountered with her colleagues before had very much acted as the calm before the storm. For, one minute they were a mere few feet apart and ready to tackle their mission and then the next... well, a member had suddenly been snatched by a soaring beast and taken to its nest hundreds of feet off of the ground. Can you guess which one it was? Shay flinched as one of the winged critters began to nudge at her, using its long snout- or was it a beak? Frankly, she didn’t know enough about dinosaurs to survive this era alone so perhaps this was just God putting her out of her misery to save time. NEVERTHEless, she quickly inched into herself even more so- despite having already curled into shrimp formation. Very cowardly of her, she knew. But if you were to be faced by your largest fear- and five of them to be exact, how would you react?

She winced as another prodded at a strand of her hair, tugging at it so sharply such that, her whole head shook with the mere force. The pain nearly brought tears to her eyes. Her pupils dilated at the sight of all five hatchlings approaching from every which way, as if they’d grown tired of waiting, curiosity cast aside from their living lunch. She brought her bare arms up, shielding her most vital areas as she peered over the prickly edges of the nest, eyes darting for an escape route. Now, she wasn’t the smartest of her group, but she knew how to get the fuck out. Zeroing in on a certain rock formation nearby, Shay wondered if it would be possible to swing over the edge and try and climb down. But before she could consider it any further, a sudden sharp pain had her thoughts wiped clean, pupils contracting as it all registered.

Her head snapped to gaze over at her leg- the very one caught in between the sharp teeth of a baby quezatcoatlus. She let out an earth-shattering cry of pain, voice hoarse as she desperately attempted to kick the runt off of her. She stomped repeatedly at its face while it persisted, liking the taste as its teeth began to leave bloody marks that trickled down. After what’d once seemed like a losing battle, finally the creature relented, squealing noisily as it sought comfort from its mother. The siblings paused in their pursuit, wondering why their food was making such a large fuss, so it appeared. Meanwhile the young rider shrunk back into herself, injured leg extending when she found that she couldn’t move it without further paining herself. She winced every time. However, it wasn’t until the tears had reached her chin had she realized that she’d been crying in the first place, feeling extremely helpless in the wake of adversity.

Her mind backtracked to thoughts of her family. Happier days when she wasn’t always on the brink of death. Would she ever be able to see them again? What about her friends? Would they even tell them about her? Shay’s heart ached as she thought about her younger brother, Jordan. He would be crushed beyond repair (or at least one would hope), something she never ever wanted him to go through. But by the looks of it, it seemed that he would anyway. The woman stared through blurred vision as the group began to reconvene, sharp nails scratching along the several woven twigs and branches that bedded them. She came to a shaky stand, swiping her face away of the teary residue. She would die of course, but she would die with dignity.

coded by: @s e v e n

 

[Fanaa]

FILOMINA

location: Jurassic era
with: Uzali and Atticus
tags: Uniko // Kassandra

Filomina wasn’t sure how to explain her abilities to the princess, her father was also capable of phasing as well, but the rest of her family had mastered controlling density. “I can tell you all about my species when we get back to the present.” Truth be told she wasn’t well-versed in her people or their culture.

Atticus joined the party and Shay shortly after, she hoped their arrival would put an end to Uzali’s questions. The onyx squad member was happy to see that two of her squadmates were safe, though she wasn’t sure if that shriek from that animal was of the friendly sort. It was probably best that they were about to head out.

With the group finally assembled Uzali began to take the lead after Atticus had suggested they begin moving things along. The brown-skinned alien wasn’t the best at reading maps, but she figured the others weren’t exactly specialists either, so she took charge of leading the way.

It was times like this that she was glad Atlas was such a stickler on being the strongest you can be, because Filomina two years ago would not be able to walk a long distance without taking several breaks. As they approached the supposed location of the fragment everything just seemed to go downhill.

A large winged mass of mayhem swooped down and decided it wanted to separate the group. And so it did, Mina did what had become natural to her in times of great distress and phased, luckily just in enough time to save herself. Shay on the other hand wasn’t as fortunate, the pink-haired woman attempted to chase after the terrifying creature, but her efforts were fruitless and she fell to the ground in defeat as she watched the beast take flight.

“O-oh my god, I let it take her……..” How was she going to explain this to Atlas? “W-we gotta go save her. Right?” But the fragment. What was more important, the fragment or Shay? “The piece is literally ten feet in that direction.” A manicured finger pointed left. “Should we contact the others?”

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[deliriousmishaps]

ARIEL

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location = Miraino City – Jurassic Era
tags = AreSneksSly
mentions = Group Five

Rhea showing appreciation would have to be the least expected outcome, but a pleasant one nonetheless. Ariel offered a slight tug of the lips in response, and a nod of the head. Now with her sight fully restored she could, in layman’s terms, kick some ass. The flash grenade had only been tested once, but one experimental runabout was better than zero.

The arrow zipped through the air, reaching its peak near the eye of the Torvosaur. Ariel detonated the grenade, the sound of the explosion popped through the ears of those nearby. The glaring light caused the eyes of the carnivorous theropod to constrict. With its vision obscured, and the rough skinned beast’s equilibrium now discombobulated. The Torvosaur tripped over its feet.

Ariel watched as its colossal form fell to the ground, the grassy field pleated as the Torvosaur slid across the meadow. Was the carnivorous ancient creature still amongst the living? Yes. But it would not be easy for it to rise and continue its prowl. Ariel had taken notice of Torin's absence. Ava had assisted the clumsy Lara.

The calmer twin took the moment of shock to withdraw from Rhea’s back. “That should slow things down, we’re going to have to coordinate a new rendezvous point.”

coded by solarsaphia.

 

[Uniko]

♧♤♡♢

drexel vitek

location

Unknown - Presumably pre historic age

tags

The Hot Sad Boy Group
Dalziel deliriousmishaps
Alexander .V1LLAINISM._
Kayden Once

"Hah, well jokes on you dude, my mom's dead. Unless your into that sorta thing, then hey, do you man." There was a noticeable pause after he said that in response to Alexander's half hearted attempt at an insult. Unfortunately for him or anyone else that liked to toss insults, Drexel wasn't afraid to take the exact same dish that he serves to others. What exactly could anyone say to a man who consumed more drugs than he did water. Though he did try to keep his water intake up regularly, after all, these good looks of his weren't maintained by pure luck. A mild twitch took over his nerves for a second as he thought about the pure white sugar crystals that he had hidden away back in his secret hiding place. He really could go for quick dose right about now, as entertaining as his presumably all male comrades have been, he felt he could use more of zing to keep him really up. Plus, imagine being high as fuck in the basically Jurassic World? God, if only his squad lead Atlas didn't basically perform routine cavity checks before every mission he'd be enjoying the high grade substance right-

Wait, fuck.

They were literally in the setting of the aforementioned classic film. But like, stuck. But it wasn't the fact they were without a means of getting back to the present for why Drexel was realizing the severity of the situation. If they ended up not being able to return to the present, then that also meant he wouldn't be able to partake in quite literally the only thing in this galaxy that was keeping him functioning. As such a haunting thought began to darken his mind, the average height male shut his mouth for the remainder of their trek to the time fragment. Upon them coming across it, a obvious wave of relief washed over his lithe form and his shoulders sagged in relief. Dalziel went passed them to retrieve the glinting fragment in the shrubbery, albeit unnecessarily slow, when he noticed something coming from his peripheral, and he looked up to see a -was the a god damn pterodactyl?- swoop down and swallow up that time fragment before their eyes.

Thinking surprisingly fast, the artisan knife thrower quickly slid one of his blades from out his holster and did not falter as he aimed it directly at the winged beast elevated above them. Unfortunately, it seemed his luck didn't want to work when he needed it to as it was not a fatal blow as he'd intended. Though, the scaled bird was obviously suffering as he seemed to descend somewhere else close by. There was a slight twitch of Drexel's of fingers as Dalziel went on to request Kayden to continue guiding towards where the fragment was now residing, inside the belly of fucking scaled dragon bird.

Thankfully, it did not seem far from what Kayden said, and they automatically followed his guidance once more. However, as Dalziel resumed his leadership position at the front, literal daggers were shooting from Drexel's amethyst orbs at the back of the Dalziel's silky red head. A few silent moments went before he couldn't hold back the agitated comment that was burning at the back of his throat, "Yeah, well if wasn't thanks for G.I Hot Guy over here taking his sweet ass time getting the fragment we wouldn't have to still do this shit." Tossing his hands up over the back of his head, the indigo haired rich son sucked his teeth, "Who takes that damn long to pick up a piece fucking metal..." He muttered under his breath. Perhaps it was the sweltering heat getting to him, or the fact his lack of choice of a certain mood enhancing substance was near depleted from his bloodstream and he was beginning to feel the horrendous after effects in his body.

At the same moment he grumbled his complaints, the leaves and branches began to noticeably lessen for the testosterone heavy group and make way to a small clearing where Drexel could already see the signs of a cave opening just ahead. Glancing down at his comms device on his wrist, he studied the GPS signal that his new favorite android set up for him, and noted that the red blinking dot indicated they were coming up close to where the fragment was. Which meant it was apparently inside that ominous looking cave. Inside a mildly wounded pterodactyl. "Alright, Lexter go on in and do us a solid buddy." He volunteered the tall depressed man still hanging in the back.

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[smolfluffball]

[ Frey | Location: With Torin and the sleeping android | Interactions: Torin Fanaa Mentions: Ariel, Rhea, Lara, Ava, Gold Squad. ]
Sure, changing into his old android friend would probably be a good idea, but Frey decided not to do that. The android body was clunky and big and difficult to handle, and he wanted to be able to run without falling over and hurting himself anymore than he already was. Well, okay, technically, he would not hurt himself if he was in the android body, but he didn’t care. He knew his human body and could handle it perfectly, and not stumble around like an idiot. And, yes, okay, his android body didn’t hurt and was difficult to break, but he didn’t want to risk it again. He already risked it twice, all in one single day. He wasn’t changing form again.

Even though he knew he could probably help to stop the stampede, if he turned into something to redirect the herbivores. He knew what some bigger dinosaurs looked like thanks to movies, but his throat was throbbing, and he doubted that he’d even be able to let out a startling enough roar. Plus, being a dinosaur with a broken wrist would not be terribly exciting. It’d probably hurt even more than it was, since it’d just flail around uselessly and he couldn’t keep it close to his chest to protect it.

After quickly pondering the pros and cons, he turned and followed after Torin. There was a booming sound behind him, and he glanced back to see one of the torvosaurus’ crash to the ground. Huh. Someone must have done something to it. He saw Ava and Lara still running, and he spotted Rhea with her bow out and Ariel on her back. Probably them. What did they do? He’d have to ask them later, if he even could.

His throat was in so much pain, and he knew it must be horribly bruised. He didn’t know how damaged he actually was, but he knew that there was some injury on his side, and his wrist was not enjoying being jostled around. How would he be able to survive in this time period if he couldn’t use his dominant hand? He wasn’t completely useless with his left hand, and he had learned to write with it when he was sixteen, but he still wasn’t used to using it. He’d have to get used to it, he guessed. Until his wrist could be fixed.

Torin ran into the tree line, and Frey dove in after him. He slipped on some wet leaves on the ground when he came to a stop, but he caught himself before he fell. He did not want to fall in front of Torin. It’d be so embarrassing. He was already totally damaged, and he knew that his team leader would be so disappointed in him. Even though it was Zola’s fault, completely. All he tried to do was help, and he almost died because of it.

He really felt like he couldn’t do anything right. It was pissing him off. Now wasn’t the time to mope, though.

“I’m-” He heard how barely there his voice was, and he grabbed at his throat with his not useless hand. He winced and quickly pulled away. God dammit. He sounded so awful, scratchy and breathy and broken. “I’m sorry,” he tried again, and his throat screamed at him to stop talking. He didn’t listen to it. “I didn’t- It wasn’t-” He pressed his lips together. He sounded like he was dying or something. He needed to figure out how to deal with this. “Sorry I’m hurt,” he tried one more time, whispering. He still sounded breathy, and his throat was still killing him, but it didn’t matter. He sighed and leaned against a tree, then gave up and slid down it, looking at his broken wrist. Ugh.

He wanted to say more, and explain what happened, and that he didn’t know where Luness or Dahlia or Del or even Dalziel were, and that he didn’t have the fragment. That he failed, again, like he always did. His throat was hurting in a way he never knew it could, though, and talking must have done something to further irritate it. Maybe Torin could put two and two together, although Frey doubted he’d even care. Failed mission, and a damaged teammate, and an android that wouldn’t wake up. Two useless members, and four missing teammates. Of course that was how this was going. Of course.

 

[deliriousmishaps]

DALZIEL

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location = Miraino City – Jurassic Era.
tags = Uniko .V1LLAINISM._ Once
mentions = Drexel, Alexander, and Kayden.

If patience was virtue, then call him immoral. But who in the pack could cast a stone at the other without being labeled a hypocrite? Their party consisted of a violent gang affiliate, a scantly functioning alcoholic, and an egotistical drug abuser. With the only redeeming member being one that could very well be built without flaws.

Silence was kept as Group One ventured on. A counter to Drexel’s jab would have to wait, Dalziel wanted to ensure they retrieved the fraction of the time machine prior to initiating any sort of altercation. The illegal substance using Onyx Squad operative delegated the task of fetching the fragment to Alexander. While Dalziel would have preferred Drexel had volunteered himself, which, in return Dalziel would offer to accompany, that way he could guarantee they’d be uninterrupted, Dalziel couldn’t see Kayden interfering if matters became physical between the two.

The inky haired smoker faded into the darkness, Dalziel kept a watchful eye as the form retreated. With one less witness, now was a good a time as any to get a firm point across to the man with the magenta eyes. With not even a flicker of a warning, Dalziel swept underneath Drexel, causing the other to lose stability, falling to the ground with a thud. With fluid-like movements, Dalziel situated himself atop the offender, knees carefully anchoring down the man’s arms. The aggravated male charged his glove, sparks of electricity visible to the one who would be on the receiving end.

Dalziel decreased their distance, now speaking into the ear of the man who was on the verge of going through withdrawals. “Let me make something abundantly clear, say some shit like you did back there with the pterodactyl again and I’ll fry your vocal cords.” The copper haired twin danced the glove around Drexel’s neck, but inflicted no damage.

“Do we have an understanding?” Asked the hostile Paltor twin as he withdrew from Drexel’s ear.

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[Kassandra]

location?
Dino Miraino.
interactions?
Mina ( Fanaa ), Uzali ( Uniko ).
mentions?
idk.

Atticus Barnes.

As soon as the realization that they were no longer in the Miraino they were familiar with set in, the prospect of facing off with a dinosaur began to set in. Teeth and claws were scary, sure, but it was the idea of being taken advantage of by something so much faster than himself. Mina was more than capable when it came to fighting, but what could a pistol do against something with an unfamiliar biology? Thankfully, they had a surefire first line of defense. Leathery reptile skin or not, things with heartbeats tended not to survive explosions. After all, the meteor that would eventually kill them all out was, essentially, just a particularly hefty boom.

What he didn't expect, however, was for something to descend upon his group. A ferocious monster, a strategic skulker, Atticus could theoretically keep track of. But in this unfamiliar environment, something endowed with natural flight would've made a dangerous predator. What little he managed to see before the force of its flapping wings sent him against falling on his ass identified it's general shape to a creature he'd seen in his studies when he was a boy. A quetzalcoatl, a beast so legendary it surpassed the age of the dinosaur and had significant presence in cultures of early civilizations. And before any of them could do something to stop it, the beast had taken one of their own. As quickly as he recovered, Atticus switched his launcher to its benign mode of firing, knowing an explosive would only end up harming their fellow operative. Two rounds impacted the monster enough to disturb its flight temporarily, but not enough that Shay could escape.

Left in its wake, Atticus listened on as Mina debated the issue of rescuing their friend. Atticus didn't think the matter was so complicated. "We lost her on our watch, saving her should be our job. Contact the others and let them collect our fragment, while we track that thing down ourselves. Torin can relay it to it to one of the other groups." Taking a few tentative steps kn the direction in which the beast flew, Atticus watched Mina and Uzali to see if they were willing to join him.

where are the cavegirls

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[.V1LLAINISM._]

Alexander Lee

The silent animosity in group 1 perched heavily atop its members, relaying tensions so thick that one could quite easily slice through it with the aid of a knife. Ambience thicker than a bowl of oatmeal. Lex of course was a participant within the subtle hatred, with his disgruntled form having been distanced from the rest. However he’d since calmed down, head hung low as he quietly judged the current conversation. It seemed that Drexel was becoming more and more agitated by the minute, a probable symptom of a possible relapse. It was only a matter of time until he completely snapped, despite them quite literally having all of the time in the world.

"Yeah, well if wasn't thanks for G.I Hot Guy over here taking his sweet ass time getting the fragment we wouldn't have to still do this shit."

Copper eyes narrowed as the purple haired fellow began to throw a tantrum, nearly kicking at the ground like a toddler. Though to be fair, the tall plat had pretty much done the same in the events prior, therefore he couldn’t disapprove too much. However, being the cynicist that he was, Lex wasn’t the least bit surprised at the fact that their fragment had quite literally been stolen by a flying fuck. It seemed that luck was far from their side in this era. And so, despite the disappointment (and evident anger) from the others, Lex couldn’t seem to care less. He just wanted to get home, and at this point, he’d do just about anything to leave. Even if it meant going into the cave by himself.

Glancing over at the smart-mouthed individual, Lex internally shrugged. Albeit, it probably would’ve made more sense if someone were to come with him, given his lack of weaponry on hand. But of course, the constant death stares and jaw clenches provided by two of their members called for some TLC, and so he figured that Kayden’s new job would be to babysit. Poor lad.

Using the rocky exterior as leverage, the damp male hoisted himself into the cave with a grunt and entered through a slight stumble. However, his disorder had only lasted a mere moment as his gaze slowly rose to meet the threatened glare of their scaly thief. Fuck me. Blood pooled out of its wound with rapid speed, wings cowering as to provide itself with whatever warmth it could muster. And behind them laid the metallic fragment, like a gem protected by its withering shape. It was dying. The image alone was enough to tug at his heartstrings, to gauge some sort of sympathy. In fact, the man pondered retreating altogether and just waiting for the poor fellow to bleed out. Its breath was already laboured, exaggerated as its back rose and fell with every fleeting inhalation.

Still, the creature attempted to snarl at him, large beak snapping as to take a bite out of the smokey individual, only to curl into itself and coo in pain. Lex sighed in a defeated slump, truly not wanting to hurt the already injured animal. It seemed cruel to harm something that was already on its deathbed. Besides, the poor fucker couldn’t even recognize the weight of what it’d done. Why to it, the fragment was just another meal- a trinket. But to them, it meant going home. Gently falling back onto his rear end, Lex reached for a nearby rock the size of his own large hand. It’d do for now, though he’d give the poor thing a chance to redeem itself. The act seemed stupid, he knew, but the creature reminded him a lot of someone he’d once known. Someone that was long gone.

And so, sitting across from the huddled behemoth, Lex began to speak. “It seems that youve got yerself into quite the predicament eh?”

Nothing.

“Well if it helps, yer far better company than the lot outside, I’ll tell ya that.”

At this point the pterodactyl seemed to be listening, with its head cocked in a curious manner. It sniffed once and then twice, wondering where the man had fallen to smell like a mixture of fresh water and cigarettes.

“Yer kinda cute yknow, it’s a shame that...well, that yer gonna die... Mina would’ve loved to meet you, I think.”

The way in which the creature seemed to be actually listening to his nonsensical words made Lex smile a smile that he rarely showed to anyone. Revealing teeth that were surprisingly pearly for someone with such a grotesque lifestyle. Coming to a steady stand, the man raised both arms in a truce, eyes intertwined with the puppyish gaze of the dinosaur. It seemed so hurt, so lost, that he just wanted to hug it. Though he wouldn’t of course, he wasn’t that suicidal, but he figured that with this new relaxed state, he could easily slip past and grab the damned thing.

“Shhh there there, papa’s just going to go an- Ah what the fuck?!” He shrieked. For, just as Lex began to loom over the crouching creature, it’d snapped its neck and attempted to sharply grab at him. It couldn’t be trusted. And so, like any completely betrayed individual, Lex sought revenge. Taking the rock in his hand, the man rose his limb and struck with such a force that it surprised even him. He scowled as the two began to toss and tumble, creating such a ruckus that it even reached beyond the cave. Low expletives and loud cries emitted all throughout, until one last deafening screech put the war between man and dinosaur to an abrupt end.

The accumulated dust seemed to settle as Lex emerged victoriously, covered in blood that was not his own. The fabrics of his clothes seemed to have bore the brunt of the creature’s vicious attacks, as it’d been torn in areas here and there, revealing but a few segments of ivory skin.
He struggled to keep standing as he approached the group once more, chest heaving dramatically until finally, his legs had given out, allowing him to fall at their feet. In his outstretched hand however, laid the fragment, perfectly unharmed and waiting to reunite with its family. Fuck.

wtf

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deliriousmishaps Uniko Once

nine lives

 

[Lioness075]

Name: Luness LaFrae	Nickname: Lune
Team: Gold	Species: Alien - Siklaid
Equipment: Shortbow & Quiver, Daggers, Tinkering Kit

As Dahlia led her to the side, Luness let her arms drop to her sides and her right ear flicked backwards to make sure nobody was mocking them or anything of that nature. Mostly because she would want to give them a nice sucker punch to remind them of their place.
She sighed when Dahlia seemed to care little about their appearance here and found her a rock to simply lay on. Instead, Luness glared at her for this and sat on the edge of the rock.

When Dahlia spoke and casually took off Luness' vest, she began to wonder if she had made a mistake in asking for Dahlia' assistance, but merely growled quietly when she exposed Luness' haphazard stitching work and the pain came back in a wave. Clenching her jaw, she sat still while occasionally growling each time Dahlia had to ensure the wrapping was adequately tight.

Once Dahlia was done, Luness donned her vest over the tattered button-down and sighed again. She always hated requesting anyone's assistance, but it seemed that Dahlia might at least spare Luness any teasing over this.
At the very least, her wounds were tended to and Luness could now focus on their present concerns instead of dwelling on ensuring her own safety.

Giving Dahlia a nod as her means of thanking her and acknowledging her assistance, Luness then walked away while taking her bow off her back and nocking an arrow. She would definitely prefer to fight these dinosaurs from a distance after that experience.

Rejoining Group Two, Luness waited for them to make a decision and get themselves sorted.
"Any day now. We should not wait for the next round of dinosaurs to attack us."

Spoiler: Tags

Interactions: Kassandra (Dahlia)
Nearby: Fanaa (TJ), kasigi (Atlas), kath1515 (Aylin), BLK (Del)
Mentioned: N/A

 

[Lioness075]

Name: Lara Sinciato	Nicknames: Lea, Lala
Team: Platinum	Species: Human

Lara yelped when someone suddenly grabbed her arm and she stood abruptly and turned on her heels to run after Ava. Lara had never been the strongest runner and was panting as she raced away from the stampede and predators. Pounding steps followed after her, her heart pounding to the beat.

They soon ran into the tree line and Lara skidded to a halt, gasping for air. Her lungs were on fire. She turned to see if the dinosaurs were still racing towards them, but they were lucky and had not been followed.

Facing forward, Lara then heard Torin's voice nearby and gestured for Ava to follow her.
Sure enough, Lara turned a corner and found Torin with Zolar, who was unconscious and appeared unharmed otherwise, and then a wounded Frey sitting against a tree trunk. Lara's eyes went wide at this and she rushed over to his side, kneeling beside him. Looking him over quickly, Lara noted the bruised throat and gash at his side that was visible through the tear in his shirt. Her eyes went down to his other side and saw the wrist and she instinctively winced. She doubted there was too much they could do for that kind of injury while they were out here.
Still, Lara knew some first aid basics and she had missed anything going on between Torin and Frey, so she simply focused on trying to do as much as she could for Frey.
"Hold still, okay. I don't know much, but I can at least help out a little."

Pulling out her simple first aid kit from her backpack, Lara quickly added some ointment to Frey's side and then placed a large enough band-aid to cover the wound.
It was only after she did this, that she realized she was really close to him and she felt heat rising in her cheeks. One of the major downsides of being so pale was that blushing was equally obvious for her. Lara sat back so she was on her knees beside him and she stared down at the ground in a vain attempt to conceal the blushing.
She rubbed the back of her neck and tried to start a conversation to hide her very awkward reaction.
"Frey, wh-what happened here? I-I'm sorry, I don't really know how else to help you."

Still worried someone might call her out on her blushing, Lara busied herself with repacking her first aid kit into her backpack.
If anything, she would blame the recent run for why her face was so red.

Spoiler: Tags

Interactions: Once (Ava), smolfluffball (Frey), Fanaa (Torin)
Nearby: AreSneksSly (Rhea), deliriousmishaps (Ariel)
Mentioned: N/A

 

[Once]

Kayden Fletcher

location: somewhere with dinos

interactions: Drexel, Dalziel, Alexander

tags: Uniko .V1LLAINISM._ deliriousmishaps

If someone couldn’t handle a half-dead critter, then they didn’t belong in Rotek, plat or not. For someone to be concerned about Alexander’s well-being would almost be an insult, with all of the male’s experience. So, Kayden found himself leaning against the entrance of the cave, metallic eyes staring into space. Idly, he wondered if he was going to miss his day off and if he’d even get back to the present - …or was that the future now? – with how everything seemed to be going so far. Which raised the point if he’d even get paid if they got stuck in the past for a few weeks.

A loud thump drew Kayden’s attention back towards the rest of the boys, an exasperated expression working itself onto his face when he realized that Dalziel was on top of Drexel. What, did the long-haired twin think he was blind? Fine, Kayden would accept that none of them could follow the rules if their team leaders weren’t hovering over their shoulders, but couldn’t they sort out their differences once they were home? With a shake of his head, the android called out, the brunette’s position shielding his crackling glove from Kayden’s view. “Could ya not start a fistfight over your egos?” The robot’s normally monotone voice was tainted with weariness, so it didn’t come as a surprise when Dalziel continued threatening the poor indigo-haired lad. Honestly, it sounded like Kayden was just saying it so that he could claim that he tried to stop them.

Realizing that Dalziel was ignoring him, the officer made his way over to the two with loud sigh. You’d think that Dalziel wouldn’t be so sensitive – he was about to throttle Drexel over one insult – besides, it had been his fault. As Dalziel leaned away from Drex’s ear, Kayden found out, much to his chagrin, that the knife thrower was about to be on the receiving end of a nasty shock. What did the universe have against him – a man whose guilty pleasure was watching movies? What, was Star Wars porn now? – to leave him with two addicts and a psychopath?

“Dalziel, what are you doing?” Kayden forced himself to ask the question in a normal voice instead of screaming it, not wanting to trigger a detrimental reaction. The android didn’t even notice Alexander’s graceful entrance, finding himself occupied with the result of forcing a group of high-testosterone men to work together.
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codebytriples

 

[Fanaa]

P L O T P O S T

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With the dust beginning to settle (no more raptor attacks, sporadic pterodactyls, or dinosaur stampedes), the five groups finally have all the fragments, meaning they are that much closer to returning to the present. The original rendezvous point has been compromised, and so the leader of the gold squad sends out a message asking for the whereabouts of the others in order to select a new rendezvous spot. Kayden from group one informs the operatives of the cave and the team leads decide it’s the best place to meet.

Almost everyone is present minus one brown-skinned woman; Uzali and Filomina inform the others of Shay’s predicament. Atticus is already in the works of saving her, but the team leads send out reinforcements, and he is joined by Drexel, Atlas, and Ava. The rescue mission is a success, the group returns without any casualties, in their absence, those that were injured had their wounds tended to, and the platinum squad began piecing together the time travel machine.

After what seemed like centuries of disputing with Atlas over whether or not he could drag along the deceased raptor, he’s convinced to leave it behind. The debate on the raptor ends just in enough time, platinum squad announces the machine is ready for use. Though Dr. Zaman’s device is complex, the members of platinum are confident they can transport everyone to the present safely. The time travel machine is powered up, and the group is met with the same cloak of darkness from the last time jump.


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“Hear ye, Hear ye!”

Out went away the terrifying sounds of prehistoric beast screeching and the wildlife around them, only to be now met with uproarious cheering, and trumpets blaring in the distance.

The displaced squads realize that though they were no longer back in Jurassic World, they also still weren't back in Miraino, either. Confusion clouds their minds as the group notice crowds of people, dressed in what appeared to be outdated renaissance style clothing, and horse carriages all heading along the same path towards what you could assume to be some sort of town square.

However, their stupor could only last so long when they began to notice the amount of unwanted attention on them by passersby. Mainly on that of the horse hybrid, Rhea. And when menacing-looking men riding tall horses began to come their way through the crowd of citizens, gold squad member Dahlia suggested they should find elsewhere to figure out what happened.

They luckily managed to evade the patrolling horsemen and found a moderately sized boutique to momentarily hide away in. Thankfully, only the owner of said shop seemed to be present, but before they could scream out in panic, Luness used her feline quickness to efficiently, yet harmlessly silence the shop owner before they exposed their location.

Now with no disturbances and risk of being caught, Kayden runs a geographical diagnostic, which affirmed that they were indeed, back in the Renaissance era of France. Specifically, the year 1530. Leaving everyone stunned. Why were they still stuck in the past? They worked together to find all the timepieces, so why did it not work?

As everyone speculated what could have been the cause, with some even throwing accusations and blame around for why it faltered, Ariel who had been silently tinkering with the small device suddenly broke through the discourse with a raised voice, causing everyone to pause and listen to the platinum member.

“The time machine failed because...there was not enough power to fuel it.” He assessed. He pointed to a small space inside the cube shaped device, “See? It seems that whatever was in here, is what was missing to properly power it.”

Now, despite the problem being figured out, how were they supposed to find this needed power source in the damn 1500s?

While they all dispersed inside the shop to figure out what they could use to power it, Aylin made the suggestion that they should search the town for any resources they could find to help. Platinum lead Uzali readily agreed, and with two members of Onyx, TJ and Ava, to provide protection for the two, they left the shop to traverse the town for any sign of something they could use while the others remained behind to await they're findings.

However, they're search was proving to be fruitless as despite they're current scenery being much more progressive than they're last, there still weren't much in the way of technological advancement they could find. Mildly frustrated, the makeshift group of Platinum and Onyx were about to return empty handed, when suddenly a booming voice sounded from above, like an intercom, capturing their attention.

“Hear ye, hear ye! ” The voice shouted; and an intrigued Uzali proceeded to follow said voice to its source, with the others rushing after the curious alien. They ended up coming to a stop in the town square, where hundreds of people were gathering in front of a high stage, and a small, adorned man was making an announcement.

“Come one, come all! For the grandest event of the kingdom! Join us as we celebrate the blessed union of our Great King and his beautiful new wife!”

More loud cheering and shouts erupted around them, and out came a pair; a modestly height man wearing fancy, jeweled clothes and a golden crown atop his head. And next to him, a woman with flowing light blonde locks, which looked practically platinum in the sunlight, and equally dressed just as ornately. Uzali watched in fascination at the glistening couple, noting the reminiscence of the scene to their planet's events. Summoning a servant with three dainty claps, the king’s bearer presented his royal highness with an intricate box.

As he opened the jewelry box a certain glint caught the alien princess’s attention. The king went on to inform the crowd that this particular jewel would be presented to his lady tonight at their extravagant social event.

“Oh! See, see! Brother you are seeing inside the box that humans is holding?” Uzali pointed towards the man on stage presenting the elaborate jeweled container, “It is like crystal from Za-“ A shush from said sibling forced Uzali to pause in her findings, but the alien prince also understood what his sister was alluding to.

“It does appearing to be the right type we are needing.” Agreed the prince, getting the dazzling piece of jewelry however wasn’t going to be easy, they’d need a plan.

“Yes, this is what we need for power of machine! We must be takings.” Uzali stated, already appearing ready to make way to the stage. However, Ava, thankfully held the back from doing so.

“Hold on, we can’t just barge up there and take it, it’s too dangerous, plus there is guards...we will have to tell the others first and come up with a plan, Ms. Altovar.” The level headed onyx woman explained to the unaware Platinum leader.

“Yes, and...I suggest we head back now because I think I see some bad guys coming this way...” Advised Aylin, and sure enough the group noted the on coming of a couple of royal guards pointing in their direction.

With new, useful information now in their possession, the group has headed back to the shop, which was now considered to be the squad's temporary base of operations. Uzali presented their findings to the awaiting squadrons, and though difficult to understand the squad leaders words, the gist of what they now needed to do was simple enough to figure out.

Infiltrate the royal ball, take the crystal, and use it to power the time machine to go back home. It appeared relatively doable to the special operative units and so, they all went about devising a mode of operation.

Operatives of group one are tasked with obtaining royal guards disguises and joining their ranks, in order to gain access to the ball, as well as remain close for security purposes in case things get hairy.

Group two are to masquerade as a performing troupe for the royal ball. With Rhea as the main act, they must work together to prepare a believable routine that will fool the guests, while also keeping the attention away from those group three acting as faux royals.

Lastly group three will walk right through the doors with heads held high, posing as honored guests, they’re tasked with monitoring the crowd, and providing reinforcements if necessary. They will have to walk the walk and talk the talk in order to be perceived as high members of society. Within the group Lara is presented with a special task, with the help of Uzali and Torin, she will impersonate the queen and obtain the jewel when the king gifts it to her.

Thankfully, the shop they took over just so happened to be a shop that specialized in tailoring for royals, so finding what they needed for disguises was simple.

It is imperative that you do not expose your cover during this mission. The groups should already be in disguise and prepping for infiltration.

Spoiler: group assignments

Group one: Atticus, Atlas, Dalziel, Del, Alexander, and Kayden
Group two: Luness, Rhea, Dahlia, Drexel, Shay, and Torin
Group three: Ava, Tartimok, Ariel, Frey, Uzali, Aylin and Lara

 

[smolfluffball]

[ Yerf | Location: outside of the Royal Ball, France, 1530 | Interactions: Lara Lioness075 Mentions: Zola, Mina, many others, Uzali, and Group Three. ]
He waited for Torin to reply, but before anything else could be said between the two, Lara and Ava came running into the tree line as well. They both looked incredibly winded, flushed and panting, trying to catch their breath. Lara noticed him and rushed over to his side, and he smiled when she started to fret over him. At least someone cared. He glanced at Torin, then winced and looked back at Lara when she touched his injury. He lifted his arm so he could look at the wound, then sighed when he saw it was still bleeding. How deep was that? He had thought it wasn't that bad, since he could hardly feel it before, but now that Lara was tending to it he definitely knew it was there. He watched her put some ointment on, resisting the urge to pull away from her cold fingers, and she covered the cut with a bandaid from her kit. It'd get completely soaked in blood soon enough, but the thought was nice.

He saw the pink in her cheeks, and she averted her gaze, but Frey didn't point it out. He kind of knew why she was acting all shy, since it was rather obvious, but now wasn't the time to tell her he'd never be able to return her feelings. "Zola," he whispered, gesturing to the unconscious android, then to his throat. "I don't know why." He shook his head, then waved his hand horizontally in front of his throat, silently saying no more speaking. It hurt to talk. He'd love to explain why they had been alone together, but he'd have to do that after his throat was healed completely. He didn't want to damage it anymore than it already was. Instead of speaking, he reached out and grabbed Lara's hand with his good hand, and he squeezed gently. He smiled again, then let her go and gave the okay sign. He'd be fine, really. It just hurt for now. He didn't want her to worry about him.

The squads quickly reassembled, and Frey did his best to keep quiet. His broken voice wouldn't be helpful, and platinum needed to focus on getting the time machine repaired. After they'd put it back together, he began to wonder how long it'd take for his injuries to heal. Hopefully not too long. He mostly wanted to be able to speak again without pain. He just wanted to be home, honestly, to tend to his wounds and drink hot drinks. Sadly, the time machine had other plans.

•• ━━━━━ ••●•• ━━━━━ ••​

He shouldn’t have been hopeful that they’d make it back home. He had trusted the members in platinum to get them all back to Miriano, as he was friends with most of them, but he should have known there’d be some kind of complication. Granted, landing in France, 1530, after being stuck in the Jurassic Era was impressive. They’d traveled over millions upon millions of years. It was good progress. Society and civilization was much better to deal with than dinosaurs and sweltering weather, and teammates that damn near almost killed him. He was incredibly glad that Zola had been left behind at the boutique, although he hated that Mina stayed with her. Honestly, the android could probably be left unattended, since it wasn't likely that she'd wake up any time soon. He also understood it, though, since there was a possibility that she could, and then she'd have no idea what happened. And Mina and Zola were close, even though Frey was starting to wonder why, but it still sucked that someone else hadn’t stayed behind instead. He tried to not think about it, and just appreciated the fact that Zola wasn’t around right now. He didn’t want to be near her at all.

Understandable, really. His neck was in horrible pain, and he had wanted to speak after everyone had reunited, but his voice was scratchy and sounded similar to a banshee. Speaking was not likely to happen until they got back to their own time, where the doctors had all of their advanced procedures. The doctors would be able to fix his broken wrist, too. For now, though, it was uselessly held in a sling. Annoying, and stupid, and a problem he did not want to deal with. He seriously hated that he could hardly speak, too. All because some stupid android choked him. A few hours ago, when everyone was together, he had looked everyone over to see how they all held up against the Jurassic past. He noticed that Luness’ vest was torn, and there was gauze wrapping around her torso. Shay had an injury on her leg, and Lex’s clothes were torn up too. He had several scratches on his skin. Atlas’ arms looked like they’d been nawed on, and he saw the cut on Aylin’s shoulder. But… They all fared better than he did. Against dinosaurs.

He had a broken wrist, and a damaged neck, and a cut on his side, all from one person. Ridiculous. He shouldn’t have bothered to go after her. He hated that voice in his head that had told him to.

While Uzali had been away with her makeshift team, and while the group had been discussing what to do, he had been icing his neck. He wanted to be able to speak at least a little, and even if ice didn’t help with that, it still helped to soothe the throbbing. He didn’t think there was much else he could do for his neck injury, especially considering the current time they were stuck in. He had just examined the wrapping around his neck and decided he would keep it covered. Thankfully, many of the clothing that royalty wore in this time had cravats, or whatever the fluffy neck thing was called. It would hide his injury perfectly. The only thing he’d have visible would be his broken wrist, but even royalty broke bones sometimes.

His wrist still hurt like hell, and he was feeling light-headed. Probably a side-effect of being strangled. Whatever. It wasn’t like there was any remedy for light-headedness in this time period. He just needed to deal with all his stupid pain and do what needed to be done. And what needed to be done, he was actually good at doing. Acting. He needed to pretend, and he did that every single day. Actors usually had lines of dialogue that they spoke, but he knew actors that could convey emotion without even needing to speak. He was quite skilled at doing that, himself. It had been a year since he acted in anything, sure, but that didn’t make much of a difference. He grew up doing it, and he acted in plays every year at those parties his parents held. His old manager still pestered him for a sequel to his show, and his fans somehow managed to find videos of him acting at this age and insisted on a sequel too. It was annoying, but he did always love acting. He wouldn’t humor his parents if he didn’t.

This new assignment, he felt good about. Even if he couldn’t speak. He didn’t need to. He just needed to act. His role: royalty, a companion to accompany Queen Lara. A prince, maybe, or marquis, possibly. The specifics weren’t important. His character didn’t speak. A strong silent type, perhaps. A few more inches would help to convey that image, and broader shoulders, but he couldn’t change what his body looked like. (Well, he could, but he absolutely would not.) What was this character like? A prince who didn’t associate with the lower class or those who were lesser than him, those pathetic scum. Ugh. What a gross persona, but he just needed to go with it. He had snagged a particular outfit from the boutique, and soon after he had changed into it (after gesturing to Lara for help with buttoning him up), the groups had set off.

Now, he was with his group in front of the guards, waiting to be let into the ball. Uzali was his temporary leader, and he was with several people he enjoyed spending time with. This situation could be a lot worse, even with his injuries and lack of voice. He inhaled softly, his shoulders already squared, and head held high. He eyed the guards expectantly. Hopefully everyone else would be able to be convincing enough.

 

[Uniko]

♧♤♡♢

drexel vitek

location

The French Renaissance Period - 1530s

tags

Group Two
Shay .V1LLAINISM._
Torin Fanaa
Rhea AreSneksSly
Dahlia Kassandra
Luness Lioness075
Mentions:
Dalziel 'hater' Paltor deliriousmishaps
Kayden Once
Lexter .V1LLAINISM._

When Alexander had literally listened to Drexel and went on inside the cave to get the fragment, he almost felt bad. But before the slowly relapsing Onyx male could head on in after the depressed Asian man, he suddenly was no longer looking at a cave, and instead, the blurred tree leaves above. Blinking in confusion, Drexel groaned and attempted to sit up-but weight of a heavy man atop his chest prevented him from doing so. Shaking his head to clear the head ache that was now growing in the back of his head, he directed his gaze down to see a freshly charged glove hovering over his neck.

Looking forward, Drexel gritted his teeth at that fiery male atop of him. "Dalziel, man, what the actual fuck is wrong with you." He grunted, wincing as he attempted to push himself up without touching Dalziel, however, that only further made the press his knees harder into his ribcage and frankly, Drexel could use a bit more protein in his diet if he was having this much trouble.
“Let me make something abundantly clear, say some shit like you did back there with the pterodactyl again and I’ll fry your vocal cords."

Was this guy fucking serious? He was really tripping this hard over a simple(true) comment about his lack of urgency. Despite his average stature, Drexel thankfully was built with long appendages(waggles brows at shay) and his fingers started to gently inch towards the small dagger he kept on his loosened holster. He didn't want to the stab the guy, he rather liked Dalziel's dry humor, but he also wasn't interested in getting fried into a crisp by him either. Besides, they were like millions of years in the past, no one would even know, or miss him probably. When he felt his fingers meet the the hilt, he quickly gripped the blade, still keeping his eyes aligned with the pissed off gold member above him. "Damn, that sucks dude guess we can't be buds like I hoped. Oh well. Sorry you are such a slow fuck-" Just as he had raised the blade to lodge it into the side of Dalziel's neck, Kayden's beloved monotonous tone came floating from over their tangled forms. With shortly after, Alexander flopping down next to them, looking tattered and tired, which the latter wasn't that unusual.

Dropping the knife, the two were made to separate, thanks to Kayden's interference and the conglomerate son coughed as he rubbed at his suddenly dry throat, but still shot a smirk over at Dalziel. "Next time you just wanna act out your private kinks, just ask, but I'm not really into shock play." He managed out playfully, but Drexel wasn't dumb....at least not completely, Dalziel Paltor was someone he was going to have to watch out for. But if it was thing Drex enjoyed in this life, it was the thrill of a good game.

Once all the squads were thankfully reassembled, the great Platinum Squad managed to pull what seemed to be a miracle together and put the time device back together, and soon, they were all being transported back to the present. At least, that's what they had hoped.

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"Hey, what do you guys think of my threads? Pretty rad, right?" The closet drug abuser inquired from his current group mates, showing off his arms for emphasis. After they figured out everyone's plan of operation, Drexel had somehow gotten placed with the 'entertainment' role. They figured his knife throwing art would prove to be a good enough performance to fool the royal's at this grand event enough to make this ragtag team seem realistic. But compared to his last team mates, Drexel was not going to complain. Coughing, Drexel placed a hand over his now tender chest, reminiscing over the events that happened but only a few hours ago. He briefly wondered if he should report it to Atlas what happened, but then that would just make it harder for him to enact his pay back. No, he preferred to handle things in his own way. Without, legal intervention. Honestly, the indigo haired male had barely paid attention or provided much assistance during their time inside the tailors shop, his gaze constantly landing on the only red head male in the building.

Ah, he would have to make sure he thanked Kayden properly for his help during the situation. But then he also considered what would have happened if he didn't, and somehow, Dalziel's high voltage gloved hand met his throat, just as his own blade would have met the others neck.

God damn, he sure did have amazing luck.

Now, he was presently stationed outside the back entrance of a freaking chateau, awaiting to be let inside the grand palace by the guards. That is, until everyone was finally ready to go in. And he for one, was not ready until he received the feedback he wanted on his lavish clothing that adorned his lean frame. "What do you think babe?" The delusionary man directed this question towards his fellow female Onyx member, Shay. He rather liked what she had on though, it was covering all her good, ahem, traits in his honest(and unwarranted) opinion. "Frey said I looked cool, but he says that about everything, sooo I can't really go off that."

code by @Nano

 

[AreSneksSly]

Rheavankeint Zorayna Venk
Location: The 1530’s | With: Group Three
Interactions: None​

Watching the ginormous beast collapse before her eye(s), Rhea felt a surge of confidence. She’d been in numerous hunts before, and she rarely came out unscathed, as her scars would confirm. So to leave a battle against a creature which outsized her by a considerable margin untouched, the archer was riding high on victory.

Unfortunately, not all of her other operatives came out unscathed. The feline female was injured, as was the female Platinum member, Bishops, Bardot and Lee. Though the latter was the least important in her opinion. Not only that, but Zolar was completely out of commission. Rhea wondered what caused the android to shut down, but it wasn’t like she could ask them what had happened. Bardot was probably the most injured out of all of them, with a broken wrist, a rather worrying gash located at his side and an injured throat. Were she someone else, she might’ve requested Bardot be left out temporarily, but he had been fixed up nicely and seemed to be looking much better, physically speaking.

All that was left to do was fix the time machine that had brought them here, return to Miraino and report back to Rotek. If only it had been that easy.

Stepping out, Rhea felt that something was immediately out of place. Although the trees were gone, they weren’t replaced with the tall metal skyscrapers the centaurian had become familiar with over the course of her stay on Earth. In place of metal was brick, yellowed and roofed by weathered red shingles, chimneys pointing towards the sky and puffing a steady excess of smoke that looked not unlike the smoke from Lee’s mouth.

Not only that but the raggedy clothing she’d seen around Perio was gone, replaced with the much poofier style of clothing from this era. The people wearing the layers of clothing (How do they even breathe in those??) were all staring at her from within their carriages, drawn by horses she resembled rather uncannily. At the sight of armoured guards riding her fellow equestrian brethren, Dahlia suggested they find a less public place to try and figure out why they weren’t currently surrounded by Miraino’s obscenely tall buildings that at this point blot out the sky. A good idea, Rhea thought to herself.

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Waiting for the group to return was surprisingly nerve-wracking. At least during the Prehistoric Era they had a semblance of an idea of what to do. And the dinosaurs didn’t ogle her through the trees, unlike the children whose faces were covered in soot that peered through the boutique at the half-horse. Rhea was never one for attention, preferring to brood in the shadows and make her observations in private. So being ogled again was… new. She found herself recalling the first few weeks of her time on Earth, being harassed for rides and pictures from people who apparently knew nothing of personal space. Her brother may have enjoyed the attention (Even creating a ‘social media’ account around his alien origins and body), but the female didn’t care for it, scowling at the children and making sure to scare them off.

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Alright, so the group had managed to find a new source of power for the machine. Unfortunately it was currently in the hands of this time period’s lhugrakk. That meant devising a plot to both steal the gem and leave what would probably be the heavily guarded palace that stood proud and loud above the measly hovels that lined the streets, all of which lead to the castle.

Much to her chagrin Rhea was assigned the role of main ‘act’, though she thought distraction would be more fitting. Her research into Earth’s history told her that such entertainment troupes were not uncommon for this era. And within those troupes, freak shows that displayed people with unusual or uncommon physical characteristics were quite popular. Being the least human out of the other extraterrestrials, it only made sense she was made the ‘main act.’ At least the group she was put in consisted of some of the more capable and likable characters in Rotek. Excluding Vitek. Bishop’s abilities were still unclear to her.

Tugging on the dark brown hood that covered her face, Rhea snorted at Vitek’s lax attitude. ‘Glad you are enjoyings your time,’ she thought to herself, bitter at the human's ability to relax and adapt to this environment more easily than her. Vitek, for grakk’s sake! He was on-par with Lee and his ‘unique’ stench, yet he was adjusting better than her. Scowl deepening, she tugged at her hood once again, jostling the rest of the cloak that barely covered her flank. Beneath she was wearing a saddle, the dark brown leather seat having been found at the very back of the store for some reason. Beside it was a bridle, who's bit was, at the moment, pushing down uncomfortably between some of her canines and sitting on her tongue. She initially had trouble attaching it to her face, but being too proud she refused assistance from the others. With the feeling of silver reins resting against her back, her hand tightened around her bicep, claws digging into the soft brown fur that covered her body.

‘For the mission, Venk. For Rei.' She had to stay calm. Because if their cover was blown whatsoever, that would mean getting stranded in this place that reeked faintly of excrement, housed strangers who ogled and oo-ed at her body without her consent and oozed systemic racism. And actual racism. The centaur had no intention of staying in this hellhole. So she was going to act her heart out on that stage and make sure everyone's eyes were on her, and if that meant making a complete fool of herself then she would do so with all her withered, black heart.

 

[Fanaa]

TARTIMOK

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location: France
with: Group 3
tags: Uniko

Jurassic era, renaissance era, present Miraino, it didn’t matter where he was, Earth as a whole was primitive. The only difference to TJ between this era and the last were the noises and a few smells. All the present had to offer were Cheetos, the snack seemed to be his only motivation, it was the reason why he didn’t protest when someone mentioned that he and Uzali should be amongst the royal imposter group. Though the prince knew he’d be shit at it, being royalty and acting like one weren’t one and the same. Out of him and his sister, Uzali was better suited for the job (it didn’t take a genius to realize that), regardless of this fact he joined in on the costume party. However, as they entered the scene he began to regret his decision.

While he loved being in the presence of his sister, he knew that he would perform best in the guard group, and yet, here he was, suffocating in royal robes that tugged tightly in all areas. To make matters worse the only other individuals who identified as male were the two most muscle lacking individuals in the entire group. He wanted to die, the customs of this era differed from Zatyrian royal etiquette, for one such constricting clothing was unheard of, the music was bland, and the food was unappealing.

Tartimok attempted to look on the bright side but was finding it difficult to locate a pro in a sea of cons. It’d probably be easy to overthrow the king, yes, definitely wouldn’t be the most challenging task he’d been gifted with. Snapping his spine would be so easy. His mind wandered as he thought of the possibilities, he hadn’t noticed that they were now entering the ballroom. “Sister I am not understanding why we must be pretending to be the dookies.” That was the plural of duke right? Well, whatever, who cared. “And these clothes.” Tartimok pulled at his blouse, “How is this regal?” There was nothing he desired more than to rip out of that blouse and coat, but that would blow their cover and ruin Lara’s chance of taking the queen’s place.

coded by galactic​

 

[Once]

ava wolfe

mood

i hate dresses

outfit

here

location

Ballroom, France 1500s

tags

Group 3

Ava gave her dress a tug, trying not to step on the hem of the gown. The light blue fabric hugged the woman’s upper body before billowing out to reveal a few more layers of delicate white material. Taking a step forward, the patterned cloth swirled around Ava’s feet as if it wanted to trip her. Stupid dress; this was why she preferred a t-shirt and shorts. It had been a pain to find one that fit, so she hadn’t had many choices to chose from. Why were all the women in the Renaissance so lanky? They had no muscles and their shoulders were so narrow!

Even as the brunette complained about her outfit, she managed to exclude a confident air. Being born with a golden spoon in your mouth would do that to you; do you think the rich care about what you think of their appearance? Ava imagined that her personality meshed pretty well with the facade she was trying to play. Being the queen-to-be’s associate gave her the right to be outgoing, even if she was a woman. She’d just have to be a bit mindful about her manners.

Dropping to the back of the group to let Lara take the lead as the guards let them pass, Ava asked. “How do you think we look?” The short-statured woman wanted to know what the others thought about their chances of making it through the night, but it wasn’t like she could ask that outright. Of course, some of their teammates were infiltrating the guard’s ranks, so they did have backup if anything went wrong.

coded by reveriee.