Fantasy Free For All: The Riot

[kjsprk]

Seeing the UGA starting to run towards them, he fired shots towards the solider. "Contact!" he yelled. Other FWF members joined the fight. Raiden moved the citizens out of the street and found himself near the young man he saw before. "You got weapons?" He asked from behind cover.

 

[hudhouse]

Gus snarled, but he already had his hand up to grab his. Gus said "I have infected you with nightshade, enough of a dose so that you don't die. And also, look at yourself. You just destroyed public property, injuried families, taken away their rights, do illegal actions, all in less then 5 minutes. The costs of medical and rebuilding is in the millions from your little show." he stabbed his sword into his shoulder, enough to break bone and said "So i will simply give you what you gave THEM!" He gets up, and runs as the nightshade starts to paralyze Poet's face muscles, dilating his eyes, and making it just harder to move. Gus slammed next to Raiden, and looked at him with a demonic smile, reloading his gun and said "Need any more help mi amigo?"

 

[BrownBear]

Although Gus tried to paralyze the UGA man, he was style sprinting forward and fast too. Although other FWF members were aiding it didnt seem they were experienced enough against this veteran. The Neko who was protecting him fired suppressive, but spraying wasnt suitable for his rifle.


Nola sighed.... "Yes... I do." He said almost sadly.... he really didnt like wasting bullets.


He threw off his robe and revealed the LMG and shotgun attached to the back of his vest. He swung the LMG around his shoulder and prepared to spray the streets toward the UGA... even putting Gus at risk 
still*

 

[kjsprk]

"Engage!" Raiden yelled as he darted to the other side of the street. In the distance he saw the gunship circling back around and a drop ship full of troops landing in the town's square. "Make sure the civilians get to the red building around the corner!" He yelled to the young man. "There, you will find food, ammo, anything you need, then be on your way!" Raiden then darted into the building he was hiding behind before throwing a Molotov at the UGA solider. He then seemed to vanish from sight through the smoke and into the woods trying to flank the UGA.

 

[PKCV2]

White-hot pain flared though Poet's shoulder, groaning as he felt his body lock up a bit, he kept running. Then he saw that hooded citizen from earlier, his eyes narrowed as he saw the LMG pointed right at him.


Poet skidded to a halt but stumbled a bit, that damn nightshade. He turned into an alley, staying in cover as he fired back at the rebels. He managed to hit a few rebels but they had the numbers advantage. Poet booted up his radio mic, hoping to catch the attention of any UGA soldiers in the vicinity.

 

[hudhouse]

Gus raored and said "You heard the man! Get up and at em!" He lead a group of civilians to the escape area, where he then lifted up a good weapon... a wire. He put his wrist out the window, as a wire flies forward, impales a UGA soldier, and yanks him forward, before he cut the rope and lead the civilians into the exit, while reloading.

 

[BrownBear]

Things were getting too heated for Nolakings liking but thankfully acouple things happenened

1. The UGA guy was hiding for now.
   
2. The rebels outnumbered the dropping troops
   
3. Gus was heping and almost all citizens were safe.
   
4. The FWF agent seemed to escape successfully.
   

"Nice." Nola slung his rifle back, picked his robe, and ran to the safe block. Once inside he began shutting the large steel doors. Heavy, but nothing some muscle tensing and elbow grease couldnt fix.... he hoped gus would get in time... hopefully once inside he can gather supplies, find an escape route and report.

 

[PKCV2]

He'd had enough. This whole situation was maddening and Poet was going back to base.


Silently he slipped past the other UGA and FWF members. He intended to go back, treat his wounds, and maybe find some other competent UGA soldiers, soldiers that were a cut above from the usual troops.

 

[hudhouse]

Gus finished his extraction easily with his... large white form protecting them. He went to the window, and listened closely while staring, and spotted a sniper, and then looked at the group of soldiers being mowed down. He found the most primitive weapon in the ammo box, and it was one of Gus's favorites... a RPG. He brought out the gun to the window, and fired at the helicopter screaming "Suck on one of these!"

 

[BrownBear]

With the large doors closed and the bar locked. Nola saw Gus shoot the RPG out a window. He took out a disposable hookah pen and put his hood on. Peach flavored and stuck it in his mouth. He weaved through the crowd as he was with them the whole time. They gathered around FWF soldiers who were handing out supplies. Nola simply cut in front of everyone and helped himself. He found a rucksack, and stuffed what he wanted in there....

 

[kjsprk]

Sitting at the top of a tall evergreen tree outside of the Town, Raiden's hands were shaking from the cold. He placed a bandage on his cheek from the wound. He counted his ammo and slung all his weapons on and around him as he exited the tree. "Eventful day...I guess..." He cautiously made his way back to the shack he was supposed to live in. He approached the pile of burning rubble as he searched through it. He gathered a notebook, a small backpack, and a light vest of body armor. He then grabbed a stick and lit the end on fire and ventured into the forest. The sun was beginning to set but the snow was only getting heavier.

 

[BrownBear]

NOLAKING





"Alright..." Nola was resting on a blanket against a concrete block wall. It was dark inside the safe block and it seemed the rebels drove the enemy away for now. He took a swig of some whiskey and plugged it back in his bag. "One for the fun." Then took a swig of from a water bottle. "And two for the journey."


He stood and stretched his legs and back a little bit, before taking one last bite of the apple he had eaten, then throwing it to the side. He slung the back over his back along with his weapons. and began walking out of the steel doors that were open. He took the hookah pen out from his light blue jeans and walked toward the exit of the city.


He passed the former FWF site, and began heading towards the forest to his own groups encampment.

 

[hudhouse]

Gus stood on the roof tops over the victory he helped start and won, turning back into his teenage form and reinforcing his armor with fragments of the helicopter's armor, most was unusable but he was able to get some and clean it up. He smiled and said "Now then... Lets see where they went..."

 

[BrownBear]

As he entered the forest line the sun was setting, and he could make out Gus's shadow on a rooftop in the city. "Weird guy." He shrugged and took out his flashlight. He would turn it on when it was completely dark. The camp was bit of a walks away...


... at some point Nola could make out footprints and ash from burning wood in the snow... it was kinda of fresh...


He knelt down and smelled the ash to confirm this. "Hmm..."

 

[kjsprk]

Raiden sniffed the air and turned his ears back behind him. "Hm?" He only saw darkness. He grabbing his sidearm, checked that it was loaded, and continued on.

 

[BrownBear]

Nola froze when he heard the "hm?"


It was pitch black now... he could clearly see a fire some 50 feet away. The snow was still falling which would make the trek hard for most, but since crocodiles adapted to temperature he was not bothered at all. He continued going closer to the fire... he could make out the shadows of familiar cat ears...


He was hesitating on whether to call out or not...

 

[kjsprk]

Raiden slowed his pace and began focusing only on his hearing. He could hear footsteps behind him. He turned and held the torch out in front of him. The young man from the firefight in the town had walked out of the darkness. "Hello there..." His hand still armed with his pistol in case of extreme measures.

 

[BrownBear]

"Ahh its you. My herooo." Nolaking joked and came out with his hands up. His skin was scaly and green right now since he was adapting to the weather in his crocodile form. Although his hood was up you could tell from his hand. From the hood you could make out a puff of smoke... peach scented.


"Now you gonna shoot me boy?" Nola asked

 

[kjsprk]

Raiden waved his hand with the gun to clear the smoke. "I woulda done it already if I wanted to." He holstered his gun and put out his hand for a handshake. "Raiden." He said with a smirk.

 

[BrownBear]

"Pleasure Raiden." Nola said cheerfully, went up and shook his hand with his own cold scaly hand. "Im the Nola King. My boys call me Nola." He nodded and continued walking that direction. "So... i saw you back there... not bad."

 

[kjsprk]

"Nola." He nodded. "What do you mean back there...? I was just doing my job. I should be congratulating you, those were high ranked UGA's...tough SOB's..." He snickered. "That is, i'm just asuming you've never been in combat, kind of a d**k move on my part. But you held your own."

 

[BrownBear]

"Nope I'm fresh as wool." Nola King lied with another puff. "So Thank you... anyways... where you headed?"


The night forest pitch black now. Nola did not need his flashlight. He just brought in case. He could see perfectly at night in this form. The snow continued crunching with each step. It was thick but the snowfall was dying down. He could here small animals scampering to their homes so they wouldn't be spotted by the birds of prey like the hooting owl.

 

[kjsprk]

"Anywhere. Well i have to recruit people for my FWF division. But other than that, anywhere i want... What about you?" Raiden said following Nola.

 

[Mooalally]

"Barbarians," Ranjit muttered to himself, watching the live feed from a security camera on a traffic light. He had seen them all shoot and slaughter each other like animals, especially in the case of the lion-thing. He eyed the handgun sitting on table with him, looking in disgust. They might as well just given him a rock to bash their skulls in with. It was virtually the same thing. He shut off the computer, the only computer in the entire church, and stood up. He tired of these people fighting amongst themselves. Of course, he had been bored of it a long time ago, but only now did he decide to act upon it. The only way to win the war and bring peace back to the world was to band the rebel groups together. They would make up for each other's weaknesses. In fact, only a handful of people in the NWOC were able to shoot straight, and Ranjit definitely wasn't one of them. This did leave them with a surplus of guns however, something that could be shared with the other groups if they were willing to listen to a more intellectual world power. There would be many in the group that would disagree with him, people that feel that the NWOC deserve to rule the world exclusively, but those were the political snakes he so utterly despised.


He took the weapon and put it into his belt before walking out the doors and towards where the action took place. The church was some blocks away, but he needed the walk. He was rarely let out nowadays in the case of an assassination attempt, but he had managed to slip by the guards on the pretense of a smoke break. And everyone in there knew that no one could get between him and his tobacco. Even though it was supposed to be a lie, he pulled out one anyway and spent a few seconds lighting it up to give him the energy to walk. And after about half an hour, 3 cigarettes and a few painful minutes in between when he tried to restrain himself, he finally reached the general area where the firefights had gone down. Of course now, there was almost nobody left, and the handgun had, for the 7th or so time during his walk, slipped down his pants and onto the ground. He sighed, picked it back up, put it back in, repositioned his belt and kept looking for signs of people. He came here with a mission, and he was anxious to fulfill it.


In the evening air, two voices clearly cut through the silence and to Ranjit's ears. They were coming from the forest, so it was no doubt they echoed off the trees and to him. The voices were louder now. It seemed he had arrived just in time for a conversation. He squatted low to the ground, and waddled to a bush nearby the clearing. The two were standing near a fire, shaking hands. Shaking hands. This was very odd indeed. Sure, he had wanted to unite the trifecta, but he tried to make it so that he was the one who did it, thus establishing NWOC as the master of the three. This was bad. Things were moving quicker than he anticipated. He didn't want to be a political snake, but he still did have some sense about him. He peered over the bush, standing up a little, only to have the handgun fall to the floor once again. He tried to pick it up quietly, but in his exertion he accidentally kicked it to an area just a little bit outside of the bush. To reach it, he would have to learn over into plain sight and grab it. And it was at this time he realized how cold it was. He might as well just get this over with. The sooner he could get back the better. They had started to walk away now, so he quickly stood up, grabbed the gun, and jogged over to them, trying to catch up. Stealth had been dropped, and he was making quite a bit of noise with his huffing and puffing and his footsteps on the dirty snow.

 

[kjsprk]

Raiden's ears shifted around. "Wha-?" He grabbed him and pinned him up against the tree, knocking his gun from his hand. "Nola, you know him?" Raiden was now in the gentleman's face, examining him closely.