Futuristic The Last City (Casual - Detailed) (Still Open)

[Anaxileah]

Addressed: @Vladimir Amikov @Killthestory


Mentioned: Same peeps


Status: o-e Calling for halp (kinda assuming that works o-e I dunno)


Mood: Concerned/Freaky Outy


Location: One Alley to Another


Inventory: SAME SHIT -w-


Notes: @Killthestory is a code thief T^T (had he asked, I would have complied politely u.u jk idc)

Adam remained tensed until David spoke, which allowed him to feel slightly relieved, since the other Enforcer wasn't certain of his standpoint on the city. The other male seemed unable to meet Adam's eyes, as if he was afraid or thinking, but the faint lip quiver made Adam think the former was correct. "I don't know...The honest answer is, I don't know. I was raised from sixteen to think the city was all about being good, but now... Now I don't know." Adam nodded in understanding, his gaze sympathetic towards the slightly taller male. "If you really want to know, then stop taking your pills. After a couple hours, you should remember the truth about the city." Adam spoke bitterly when he mentioned the 'truth about the city,' and his expression turned sour. Him and his mother had been avoiding taking the pills as of late, burying them in the soil his mother worked with rather than swallowing them or hiding them; if they tried hiding them, the city would find out and the two would be executed or kicked out of the city. But as soon as the two of them stopped taking the city's pills and went through withdrawal, they realized what had truly happened in the city and hid their newfound knowledge, afraid of what those controlling the city would do to them.





As Adam awaited David's response, he heard a commotion nearby. The alleyways were all close by to one another, thankfully, so Adam could pinpoint the direction in which the sounds were coming from. Since his natural response to something strange was 'go investigate now,' Adam held up a gloved hand before David could respond, and whispered, "Do you hear that?" Adam's gaze was unfocused as he listened to the sounds, no longer focused on the topic. He began heading in the direction of the sounds, and moved faster when shouts were definitely audible. His boots thudded quietly against the asphalt, which was clean as can be, thankfully - no one would hear him approach. Assuming David was following him, Adam continued, his warm brown eyes flicking back and forth between the alleys he passed by. His weapon was in his hand, safety off. When the sounds ceased suddenly, Adam's worry grew. What happened? Am I too late? Adam thought with his eyebrows furrowed and moved faster until he found an occupied alleyway.


The figure in the alleyway was on the ground and unconscious, bloodied and bruised, and only half dressed. Adam rushed to the male's side and put his weapon back in its holster, his forehead wrinkled in concentration. "His arm's broken and he's not going to look very pretty after this, but it appears that the broken limb is the worst injury sustained. Do you have a first aid kit on you?" Adam asked David, then glanced around, radioing in on a walkie talkie suspended at his shoulder. "He needs medical attention immediately." Adam looked around feeling frustrated due to the lack of security cameras present and his lack of medical supplies. He looked back at the guy he had knelt in front of and grabbed his uninjured shoulder (the one with the unhurt arm, I mean), and shook it slightly, hoping to rouse the unconscious man in an attempt to find out who hurt him.
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[Vladimir Amikov]

David shook his head. All he had on him at that moment was his sidearm, which wasn't much use unless he wanted the victim far closer to death than he already was. "Enforcers don't carry them, remember?" He said, turning his head up to look at the rest of the street. "I'll see if anyone else is there and call a medic," he said, walking towards the end of the alleyway. Before long, he broke into a run, stepping out into the street and looking both ways. He swore under his breath, turned around and walked briskly back to Adam.


"No sign of anyone," he stated half-dissappointedly, bringing his wrist up to his mouth and calling for an ambulance as he'd promised earlier. "I wonder who would have reason to do something like this," he said when he was finished, his brow furrowed. The situation was weird, but it was a distraction from what had happened earlier. David knelt down beside the body. "I think if he was going to wake up, he would have done so by now."

 

[Killthestory]

Rune Strong

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"I could have taken them with my...


Financing skills!
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Addressed:

@Anaxileah


Mentioned: @Vladimir Amikov


Health: Broken arm, bruised and scraped as well.


Mood: Disorientated and hurt.


Location: Beaten up in an alley.


Inventory: Uh, his pants?


Notes: Stole this from @Anaxileah

He dreamed about her. That's what he always dreamed about. Her. The person that made his whole life worth it. That made all the boring hours spent in the office, managing the government's shitty transactions. It was all worth it because of her.


He dreamed they were in her favorite spot, the little cliff he used to take her up on, with the view overlooking the lake. They were holding hands and just staring, staring at the beauty of it all, taking it all in, together. God, he loved her. He reached over to stroke her hair, to hold her...


And woke up with his hand inches near an enforcers helmet, his face close to Rune's. The man was staring down at him, but Rune couldn't tell his facial expression, only that he was there.


"Well, hey there, buddy, fancy meeting you here," Rune would manage a chuckle in his current state, now fully conscious of the screaming pain coming from his arm. Fuckers didn't even have the decency to leave his good accounting arm healthy. Now how was he supposed to finance the shit out of the world?


The man would just stare at him with that dark visor of his, simply saying, "Um..hey. I've called for medics, they should be on their way. Did you see your attacker? Or attackers?"


Rune would recall the attack, the viking looking burly men who he 'owed' money to kicking his ass after he didn't have the money on him. "They're probably long gone by now, probably with all my money and belongings. I'll describe them for you anyways. Viking looking motherfuckers, long beards and ponytails. They look like they eat people at dinner." God, Rune wished he was a viking!


The man would ask, "Was there a leader? How many were there?" Maybe his visor was the look of a visor that felt compassion for Rune, but Rune couldn't tell.


Rune thought of the initial Viking, the leader of them, the one who jerked his head. "Yeah, one of them, the largest of the three. I'm not sure how much of a leader he is since all of them were around the intelligence of gorillas. Viking gorillas." Well, he may not be a Viking, but at least he had the intelligence of an accountant!


"Well..shit. Alright, I'll notify the Head Enforcer as soon as possible of who we're dealing with. What's your name?" The enforcer would reply, but he'd already have his radio out. At this moment, Rune would notice another enforcer next to him, another male one, too, same uniform and everything.


Anyways, Rune would smirk and say, "I'm the legendary accountant that manages your guy's funds. Name's Rune. I bet you've heard of my financing abilities." He'd stop smiling at the re-emergence of the pain from his arm.


"Well you're not Infected, so no I haven't. Nice to meet ya, Rune. Sounds like you've got quite a talent with numbers. Not so much enemies, eh?" The Enforcer would almost sound sort of comedic there, but the impassive tone would come out again, along with the visor, still staring at him in that visor-like fashion.


Rune was tired enough, getting beat up and all, but at that moment, he realized... They had taken his coffee. "I could have taken them with my financing skills, but I decided against it. I'd have ended up killing them. Fuck, I need my coffee.


Anyway, bud, what's your name?"


The Enforcer would look slightly taken back at his use of bud, with him tilting his head quizzically, "Oh with the sound of how small their brains are, I've no doubt you would have killed them. And sorry, no coffee on me."


"Bud? Ha. That's funny. I'm 27, youngster. The name's Adam." He was starting to crack that impassive visor, making the black visor show a smile in the way visors do!


"Sorry, where I come from, it's just what people generally referred to each other as. Apologies if I've offended you.


Anyway, that medical help coming anytime soon? As comfortable as I am here, not sure I'd like to lay here for much longer."He'd say the last part solely because his arm was starting to hurt even more. He might pass out from the pain soon since it was starting to become un-fucking-bearable.


"Hold on." The enforcer would walk away, and they'd talk into their radio. "Command, repeating previous message due to no reply.


Command, MEDEVAC: Romeo Lima 8153-9581. Break. 251.3, Delta 1-4. Break. Bravo, 1. Break. Stretcher. Break. Ambulatory. Break. N. Break. Delta. Break. Bravo. Break. None. Break. How copy, over."


"This is command, copy, MEDEVAC one mike out, over."


Then they waited for around a minute until the Ambulance looking vehicle, a van painted to look like an ambulance, sped over. The men hopped out and loaded Rune in without further word from Adam or the other enforcer. The men jumped in the 'ambulance' and started heading to the hospital.

 

[Anaxileah]

Jadiya blinked a couple times, staring at the ceiling of her small, wooden abode. Her home was similar to Autumn's, as were all Scout homes. Since her job was not as important as her father's, Jadiya had moved to a smaller home out in D.2, that was pretty much a small wooden box with a small fridge, a pantry, a dresser, and a bed inside it. The grey color made her not want to wake up, but she knew that the world existed outside her little grey box and that was what convinced her to get up in the morning. With a sigh, the young female sat up in her bed, her usually straight hair sticking up in multiple directions. With a yawn, she rubbed her eyes and stood, her bare feet scuffling across the birch wood floor - the floor was the only thing that distinguished each Scout's home from one another. The brunette female grabbed an apple from the small pantry and bit into the slightly sour fruit, enjoying the juicy wake-up call. She walked to the window in her little box and leaned against the window sill, looking out at the clear sky. It's close to noon...I should get ready to go scouting with Autumn. Jadiya smiled at the thought of getting to see her friend again today and moved from her spot against the window to prepare for the day.


After sliding on her boots and donning her Scout outfit, Jadiya slung a satchel over her shoulder with one hand and held onto the strap of her empty quiver with the other. She had tied her hair up into a high ponytail, the red tips reaching the center of her back while a couple strands lay astray on the sides of her face. Once she was ready to go, she kicked the door to her house open and shut it with the same foot after she stepped over the threshold of her home. As she walked to the military checkpoint close to the walls of the Last City, Jadiya hummed cheerfully at the brand new day. I get to go outside again today. Wonder what we'll get. She thought to herself with a pleasant mindset, her mind also on the city and the rebels. Dad works for the city and supports them, but the rebels seem to be right about the city... Jadiya thought about how many times her inquiries were faced with angry expressions and threats of removal.


Meh. I'll just talk to Autumn about it. Jadiya entered the building and saw her friend nearby and grabbed her compound bow, then filled her quiver with twenty-five arrows. "Hey Autumn, you ready for another day in the outside world? I've got something to talk with you about when we head out there." Jadiya finished speaking and approached her friend, who had also just finished preparing for their Scout duty. However, respecting their personal space, she simply gave them a sly grin and a bright expression, her light blue eyes resting on her friend. Her mask wasn't on yet, and was instead slung around her neck so she could speak.
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Addressed: @The Shadow Realm


Mentioned: Same as Addressed


Status: Eating an Apple -> Talking to Autumn


Mood: Cheerful/Optimistic


Location: Home -> MIlitary Shit


Inventory:


Outfit


Gas Mask


Compound Bow and Arrows (x25)


Throwing Knives (x10)


Notes: Sorry for my piece of shit post :'D

 

[TeaMMatE11]

@TeaMMatE11[/URL]

Taylor knew where she was coming from. Not knowing anything, in this vast world. After all, Taylor lost her parents when she was young, due to the infection. Fortunately, she survived. "Sorry I had to do that in front of you. The infected are unpredictable out here, in the wastelands. What drives them crazy is when they see a fully healthy person out here." She sighed, not knowing what to say to the teen. Taylor kneeled down to the girl, and told her, "I know what it feels like. Feeling worthless, and losing the only home I know. But we adapt, we change, and we find a reason to survive. That's what all of us do out here."


Taylor looked back at the Last City's walls, got up, and Taylor held her hand for the girl to help her up. Even if she's infected...she's only at the initial stages. She has a long way to go. "Cmon, let's keep moving." The wind was blowing with a gentle breeze, and it felt good on Taylor's body. She did need a cooldown. After all, she just ran and fought, which is usually not a good combination that works well. But Taylor didn't feel tired. She felt like she could keep on going for hours.

 

[Amelia White]

Listening to Taylor speak, Lo slows her breathing and calms down. This little break down was probably one of many but they wouldn't be too much trouble if she kept them short. "C'mon, lets keep moving." Taylor suggests as she sticks out her hand to Lo, offering help up. Lo's initial reaction was to grab the hand, but she does hesitate for a moment before coming into contact with the other female's hand. With the breeze coming in, she hugs her shirt tighter onto her torso. Lotus very easy and almost quick to feel cold, although, on her runs, the exercise helped her keep warm on particularly chilly days. Hopefully, she'd soon scavenge a jacket of some sort.


Following Taylor down the path, Lotus starts to think of what it will be like to be skipping her pills. She'd taken them this morning before she left her home, but it was just past the time for her second dosage. She's never went threw withdrawals for anything so she didn't know what to expect. Was it like a craving? Was a desire strong enough to kill for? Soon her thoughts are interrupted by an image flashing through her mind and a raging headache. She pauses for half a second and then keeps following expecting the headache to eventually fade away. The image that keeps making its way into her thoughts is an image of fire. So much fire, it was everywhere. Inside buildings, covering fields, killing people. There was a full out riot going on as people panicked. She could soon hear the screaming and the flick of the flames. She groans and rubs her eyes with one hand, keeping the other holding her thin denim shirt.


It was almost as if a movie was playing back in her mind, but she was living it. At least, she thought she was living it. As she walked further, memories of a forgotten time start to flood in. There was absolute chaos. Mothers running with their children, barely making it a meter before being attacked and killed. Men and woman saying their last goodbyes as the flames engulf their homes. Lo looked down at herself, she was smaller. In a pair of overalls and a red shirt, she had a rag doll in her hand. An older woman approachs her, the woman is her mother.


"Are you lost, sweetie?" The woman asks. Lo was dumbfounded. Little did she know, she was frozen stiff on the path. She felt unable to move in the movie in her mind. She couldn't speak. "Just grab her and lets go." She heard a man say from behind her. She, then, spinned around to see the face of her father staring back at her. "We can't just take someone's child, Jim." Her mother says from behind her. Her father was frustrated, that she could tell. Soon, she was grabbed and taken from the riot and the fire but her real parents were still there, she could feel it. Thrashing around to break free of his grasp, she yells for her parents, doing the same in the present.


After her out burst, Lo dropped to the floor feeling faint and out of breath. The fire was gone and so were her parents, or who she thought were her parents. With her back to the ground, arched over her backpack, and her eyes facing the sky, she lays there, desperately trying to catch her breath.


@TeaMMatE11

 

[Vladimir Amikov]

Addressed: @Anaxileah


Mentioned: @Killthestory


Status: Recovering from both tossing a girl outside the city and an encounter with an accountant that was a bigger smartass than he was


Mood: Slightly baffled-> Thoughtful-> Guilty as all hell


Location: Alleyway in D2


Inventory:


Handgun (x1)


Flashlight (x1)


Spare Magazines (x2)


Enforcer Outfit (x1)

David was the first to speak after a long silence, watching the street even after the van had passed out of sight. "I think it's safe to say that that was indeed very strange," he said, looking at his partner. David couldn't exactly read Adam's expression, but he could nearly guarantee his partner's mind was racing just like his. David bit his lip, but didn't mention any concern of his.


"Vikings," he echoed, folding his arms in front of him. "What could those weirdos possibly want with an accountant?" David chewed the inside of his cheek as he thought. He knew he shouldn't have that habit, but who really cared anyways? "I mean, if they wanted him for something, they would have straight up kidnapped him," he continued. "They couldn't possibly have heard neither you nor I, so why did they just leave him there?"


David turned his head, looking out at the rest of D2. He knew he had a mission to protect the city, and the accountant's condition had proven that. But the girl... The girl made him question, but she also made him want to curl up in a ball and disappear from existence. His father, dead or alive, would never have forgiven David doing something like that. Tossing someone out to their certain death was something he never would have done if the city hadn't told him to.


He had just wanted this place to be safe, but he hadn't known what it would take to keep it that way.

 

[HighSanguinaryPriest]

Caiphas watched from the dense foliage as the infected woman have her freak out with the Commander. Command sent him out after the Taylor to keep an eye on her and to make sure she made it back alive. He knew as much as the others that without her, the Rebellion would be plunged into chaos. Silently he crept through the bush and trees, his foot steps silent and well measured. After several feet of slow moving, he revealed himself. "Need a hand ma'am?" he said, meaking he presance known to the two. Standing at 5'8", and garbed in heavily modified scout armour, Caiphas was an imposing figure, as the black suit a heavy contrast to the surrounding foliage. Command had called him to escort her, since he was the only one out in the feild at the time. Too bad for him, he missed out on the fun as he spotted the four corpses. "Seems you had some play time as well, lucky." he added. While most would have said that sarcastically, he was unnervingly sincere in his words. on his back was a large machete that looked like it had recent use, and in his hands was his GD-10 Multipurpose rifle, as he quickly moved in to check the area. "Either of you wounded?" he asked looking about under his visor for any possible threats. Seeing none, he relaxed slightly, as he awaited their responses.


@TeaMMatE11 @Amelia White

 

[ArcticViolin]

Amber Greene

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"Stop! Move away!" A cry was heard somewhere near the mouth of an alley that opens to one of the bigger cities.


"Sis, what if they don't leave us alone?" A weaker voice had joined in.


"It's okay. They won't hurt us. What else can they do....but...but scare us." There was a strain in her voice as she tried to calm both herself and her younger brother.


"O..okay, sis." He gripped the back of her shirt and hid behind her, only peeking his head to steal a glance at the ones that stood before them.


Discolored skin with a tint of yellow. Blood tainted bodies. Movements awkward as if something's restraining them. Face contorted, forming an almost permanent twisted look.


"You...You have something we want." The owner of the body that led the group start to speak. "Give it!"


"No! If you want it, get it from the store. It's open for you!"


"You see, that's a lot of trouble for us to go through. And this pain, Oh this pain!" The figure's face couldn't be read, his voice a mixture of misery and of pleasure: To torture the two beings out of their wits, to make them feel the pain.


The aggressors start to advance their form while the oppressed ones start to back away. One more step backwards would have led them to another infected who happened to have blocked their way from behind.


"One. Two. Three." Amber counted the number of infected. "Survivors of T.A.V., Aggressive and hostile. Mental status: unstable." She leaned her back against the wall once more, the tall building hiding her frame from the others. A deep breath, palms opening then closing. "Just this once. For the sake of the two." It's been almost 5 days without an encounter with the infected. She had successfully eluded them and stayed out of their way, a good plan that was faithfully followed - until now. Amber sighed. "I'm almost there anyway. The Last City's within my reach."


One last peek towards the direction of the infected made Amber's heart bit slightly faster. "An open and leveled ground. Just do it fast, Amber." Lowering her backpack on the ground and positioning her longbow by her side, she grabbed a few debris big enough to cause a loud sound. With her stealth and quick motions, she made her way out of her hiding place and subsequently threw the debris a few distance away from her. The sheer distraction was enough for the three infected to turn their heads and eventually their bodies towards the direction of the sound but still not enough to leave the two alone.


An arrow was quickly removed from its quiver and aimed at one of the infected, the one standing behind the oppressed. "No blood, no pain," Amber whispered. She had seen her family, friends, and newfound comrades fall to the so-called virus. It showed no mercy and gave no hope for the afflicted. With no hesitation, she loosened her grip and the arrow was fired straight to the skull of the infected. The hunter dashed towards her prey and was soon facing the others with her ever faithful longbow held up high and ready to fire another one. She stood in between the two group. "Step away from them or I won't hesitate to bring you down!" The open space was sending a chill to her covered skin, she gripped her bow tightly. The infected only growled and moved towards her, her presence only aggravating them. "I shouldn't have shown myself," she whispered, then released her arrow. Another one followed, leaving all three bodies on the ground, lifeless. A conflicting feeling swept upon her, the same ones that had haunted her whenever she has to face and take down an infected.


She turned around and saw the two watched in horror. Moving closer to them, she noticed a hint of discoloration on their faces. Infected, first stage,she grimaced. The older one, about her age, was holding a peace of bread, while the younger one stayed behind her with fear in his eyes. "I am sorry you have to see that. I cannot help you any longer." She left them to retrieve her backpack, only to come back shortly after. "You said something about a store? Where is the nearest one?"


A few moments later, Amber stopped her tracks, only covering a few blocks from where the incident took place. she turned around and sighed, the two infected were following her. Reaching the store, she looked for some batteries (don't mind the shelf life; she has to burn bodies, ok?) and gum packs. "I'll be running," were the words she said when she saw the two waiting by the door. Her pace quickened until she was back at the site. The two managed to follow. Setting up her materials, she proceeded to burn the three bodies. "You might want to look away." The possibility of spreading the infection couldn't be risked, she has to burn them. Turning around to face the two, she handed them a bag of food from the store. "Stop following, for your sake. I won't harm you," she paused, "But I will if you turn into them and when insanity has won you over."


A day later, Amber had finally closed the distance between her and the city wall. About three and half miles, a stranger was spotted standing alongside a jeep. Through her binoculars, the figure could be seen looking towards the city wall. "Is that what they call a scout? Or is that one of the rebels?" Amber remembered the different people she had met along the way; amongst them, she had never really met a scout. It was only something that was whispered from one person to another. With a steady mind and an almost weakening body due to a rigorous journey, she began to tread the path leading to the Last City with no intention of avoiding the stranger.


Inflicted? An Encounter?!


@ObiSemKenobi (Mentioned) @Any rebels in the area (Implied)

Spoiler

I'm too lazy to fill this out h.h

 

[Killthestory]

Major Richard Winters

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Addressed: No one specifically

Mentioned: @Vladimir Amikov, @Anaxileah,@Rathalosa , @The Shadow Realm ,


Health: Fine.


Mood: Fine.


Location: D.3, his office.


Inventory: Nothing of importance.


Notes: Stole this from @Anaxileah

"Sir, there was a rebel strike earlier today on one of our ammo caches. The rebels took a lot of our ammunition along with a few HK's. How copy, over."


Richard would sit there, in his office, deep in thought. The rebels were growing bolder. He'd make them pay for their arrogance, their lack of caution.


"Roger, start patrols with the MAT-V Wolfosh and assign the men in fireteams of 4. Call a formation for me, and I'll do it today. Anything else, over."


"There was an attack on one of the civilians today, an accountant. By his description, we're looking for three 'Viking' looking males. We'll bring him in for further questioning. How copy, over."


"Copy, put out an APB on the three men, out."


He shut off his radio and looked around his office, devoid of any decorations or waste of resources. It was small, like anyone else's, but he had a computer, a desk, a filing cabinet, and a pistol in the desk. He'd also have his handgun attached to his leg, but he rarely used either. Safety measures, both of them.


The door itself and glass were both reinforced, made for any potential attacks on his office. He didn't advise it, but the people who made his office demanded it happen.


He shook himself out of his stupor, as he had a formation to attend. He went out of his office, into his workspace. He worked with the rest of the D.1 employees, each high in rank. As it stood, everyone saluted him, however, as he was the highest ranking officer in the city. and this was one of the military workrooms. "At ease," he called out as he proceeded to his wardrobe. He picked out his best looking uniform even if everyone proclaimed each of his uniforms looked exactly the same. Regardless, he had had this one cleaned and ironed recently, and he rather enjoyed having clean clothing on.


He proceeded to go to the lowest level of the building where an M2 Backtracker was stationed. One of the enforcers saluted to him next to the bike, put on his helmet, and jumped on. Richard put on his own helmet, one that still marked him as a Major, and climbed on beside him.


They raced through the city until a radio come through his helmet. "We have unknown personnel outside the compound, how copy?"


He considered it to be a rogue civilian, but he knew rebel activity was at an all-time increase. "Send a scout to keep an eye on them with a railgun from a long distance, out."More radio silence as they drove to the military compound.


As they approached, the men at the gate and walls saluted, and the gate promptly opened. They drove up the ramp, parking off to the side, and promptly got off. He headed inside, and he walked over to the formation room, underground.


The military compound was a bunker, mainly, with walls and a gate surrounding it. The walls weren't high, around 8 feet with walk room for the men stationed there. However, they were tough and near impossible to topple. The gate itself was reinforced heavily, but it wasn't as strong as the walls. The actual underground part of the bunker had the ceilings reinforced along with the walls (not as heavily) to protect against any cave-ins. It had many underground rooms for maximum resource usage.


He waited inside the formation room for his enforcers to arrive.


Once they were all there, he called out to them. "How many of you have lost a brother, sister, father, mother, or even friend to this rebel menace? How many of you have lived your life in fear that you'd suffer from an attack?"


He paused for a moment, giving a dramatic pause and allowing them to think. While he loved his men, they weren't the brightest of people.


"I bet most, if not all of you. Why do they kill us, why have they been documented to kill civilians against their cause if they're so for peace? If they're so for the good of 'humanity,' as they say."


Another dramatic pause, this one shorter. He payed rapt attention to the men, focusing on how each dealt with it. He noted one man kept looking away from his gaze. He'd have to deal with him, talk to him, get him to reestablish his beliefs.


"It's because their leaders aren't so for the good of humanity as they say they are. Now, imagine, what happens if our current government falls? Do we really think that the rebels are going to institute a proper system after half this city ends up killing themselves? No. They won't have the manpower after this war to protect this city. They won't have the intelligence to realize that we rid the Last City of the hordes that come by every so often, hordes of hundreds, sometimes thousands, of infected that shamble over to our city. They won't be able to institute a proper working system that gives a fair outcome to everyone. They won't know how to institute a proper economy. They won't know how to deal with the infected as we do."


He let that last sentence hang as there had been some controversy surrounding this issue.


"I know that... That it's a shame we kill or throw out the infected, but it's the only way for us to survive. If we let one infected in, we'll have to let them all in, and then we'd have to kill them in due time. Once you're infected, there is no cure. There is no failsafe for you. We do what we must to preserve ."


With that, he shifted gears of how he was going to do things.


"To preserve humanity, keep it safe, we must exterminate the rebel threat. To do that, we're going to have to bring out better tactics, better equipment, and better everything.


Each of you will now be assigned fireteams of four. You will have one scout in your fireteam along with 3 other enforcers. All of you will have a position assigned in the squad, with the scout always having the rifleman variant. You will also be assigned a squad, a platoon, and a company. Each of these you will remember on your own.


You will be assigned a vehicle with your fireteam as well, in case we need it. You will know what you have been assigned in due time.


We are changing how patrols are going to be done. It will be done in teams of four, with patrols taking the M-ATV Wolfosh with them.


Caravans will be guarded with the M4A3 Undergrad. I will assign users to this as I see fit.


NCO's, get this situated. I'll be having a meeting with the CO's. Dismissed, Enforcers!"


With that, he'd walk off the stage and into the meeting room.

 

[Amelia White]

Sitting up, Lotus catches her breath, still breathing quite heavily. She was confused and nervous after what she'd just seen. One hand grabs at her head as her eyes shut tight. The headache was still there and showed no signs of simply fading away. Instinctively, she puts a hand into her pocket, looking for her pills. "Right.." She says, disappointed to remember that her pills had burned with her home. "Need a hand, ma'am?" She hears someone say. Looking up she sees a man clothed in black armor. "I'm fine." She says, keeping it short and sweet, not feeling like she wants to explain what just happened. Mostly, because she doesn't really know herself.


Standing up, she has to regain her balance. It almost resembled a small deer learning how to walk for the first time. Lo could barely believe what she'd saw. Her parents, weren't her parents. Those people practically kidnapped her. How come she'd forgotten this? How much more is there left to remember? These were complicated questions that most likely came with complicated answers, and she doesn't know if she wants to hear them. Those complicated answers threatened everything that she knows, or at least, thinks she knows. This memory, she assumes, must have been locked away inside her for her own good. Now, something has triggered them to resurface. But why?


"Either of you wounded?" She hears the man say. She scoffs. "Well, if you consider coughing up blood and possibly dying in the next few days a wound, then yes. I'm very wounded." She says, her sarcastic, outspoken nature showing itself with her words. Most would call it a side effect of being infected, a coping method for those who don't have much life left, but she was always like this. Her mouth got her into plenty of trouble in the past, so why wouldn't it now? "And, judging based on your friendliness, and her not killing you on sight. I'm guessing you two know each other?" She says. Another coughing fit comes over Lo. This fit being worse than before, her sleeve becomes soaked in her own blood. Once her fit has past, she wipes her mouth. She tries to get the blood off her lips but only succeeds in smudging it onto her chin and right cheek.


@HighSanguinaryPriest @TeaMMatE11

 

[TeaMMatE11]

Ah, shit, Taylor thought as she saw the girl collapse. "Alright cmon," Taylor was about to pick up Lotus, when, Caiphas, appeared. "Now's not the time, Scout." The girl was still alive. Good. "Rest here for a minute." She approached the scout, and asked, "What are you doing out here? Did Alpha or Bravo commander send you out here?" She heard the Lotus' sarcasm. "Yes, we do know each other. He works for me." She turned to her soldier. "And whatever YOU do, do NOT shoot her, even if she's infected. She just got tossed out of the city. And no, we are not wounded. Well, any news on the Enforcers?"

MEANWHILE...



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"Scout 41, reporting in," he said in a near-whisper tone.


Alpha company leader: "Go ahead."


"3 1/2 miles from the wall, mystery person, and a female, with, most likely, her brother."


"Good copy. Do you want to send commander back here?"


"No, too risky. Small squad, maybe."


"Sending a 4 man squad on your way, over."


"Good copy, over and out."


As the 4 man team approached Amber, they ran with no weapons in their hands. "Wait! Wait up!" They were panting, obviously out of breath. After all, they did just run a couple of miles straight. "Whatever you do, you do NOT want to go inside The City's walls!" They were trying to warn her, to not go in before it's too late. They saw the masked figure confirmed. "Base, this is the search party, mysterious person confirmed."


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[HighSanguinaryPriest]

"Affirmative." Caiphas simply replied crouching down in front of the infected girl. "First stages? Just get off the pills as well huh. Have to say, you're in for a rough time. And I'm not sugar coating it." He added without any inflection of emotion. Returning his attention back to Taylor. "I was already out and about hunting for some scouts, when the Commander of Alpha radioed me and had me go make sure you made it back in one piece. Think of me as your murderous guardian angel, a spirit animal of sorts" he said with a hint of humor in his tone. "Also, dead girl walking is gonna be in terrible shape for the first day without the pills. I know."


Standing up to his full hight he checked his mag before explaining some more. "The pills. They're designed to make you more docile, suceptable to indoctrination. Not sure how they work, but so long as people keep taking them, they remain under their thumb. Well not always, hence you have enforcers." he said before looking up at the canopy. "I suggest we get moving, Night will be uppon us soon, and with TAV here, we'll be moving slower than preference thanks to her withdrawl." Caiphas added, his words dripping with annoyance that this was happening. And there was suppose to be a patrol today... oh well, I can have fun in the dark when they can't see me.





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[Vladimir Amikov]

Addressed: @Anaxileah


Mentioned: @Killthestory


Status: Recently dismissed from a meeting


Mood: Highly Conflicted


Location: D3, Military Compound


Inventory:


Handgun (x1)


Flashlight (x1)


Spare Magazines (x2)


Enforcer Outfit (x1)


Notes: Stole the title from @Anaxileah. Thankies.

David, leaving the room as told, chewed the inside of his cheek once again as he walked down the corridor. Major Winters was a rather convincing man, but ever since he'd stopped taking his pills as directed by Adam, his doubts grew stronger still. His family had not been lost to the rebels, but the virus. And the whole idea of making people forget there was a disaster was quite ludicrous, as was the rest of what the government was doing, yet Major Winters made it seem as if the government was the faction in the right.


David suddenly inhaled a sharp breath, hoping no one would notice. His doubts were really starting to take charge. But then again, the Last City was the only hope for humanity's survival against T.A.V. However... the Major seemed to underestimate his opposition. If the rebels could deal a massive blow to their supply lines and be an actual threat, then surely they had a good wealth of intelligence about them. His superior's arrogance, it seemed, would not serve him well. He acted like his men were all idiots.


But still, he thought, the city's laws are minor inconveniences and are necessary for the well-being of this city. And, in a sense, it was true. However, it seemed-and this wasn't the first time he'd thought this-that the city's laws affected the one thing that made people want to live: Their humanity. If he betrayed the city, humanity would be the thing he would be fighting for. But if he did, he'd also be fighting against assured protection of the virus. Not to mention that he would perhaps be facing off with the likes of Major Winters if he got far enough. Then again, an idiot cannot see his own idiocy...


David was damn glad they hadn't developed mind-reading technology yet.

 

[Amelia White]

"Thanks, That's just what I needed to hear." Lo says in response to his anti-sugar coating. This man definitely irritated her. She dusts herself off and takes a step back from the man in front of her. She didn't like him, not at all, but Taylor seemed to trust him to an extent and he seemed capable of making their travels easier. For now, Lo would just have to deal with him, although, she assumes that he won't make it easy. "You know, Dead girl walking over here has a name," She speaks, "It's Lotus, but i'd rather be called Lo and I'm not some little kid. I'm 18, I'm an adult." She adjusts the straps on her backpack, and walks past the two people that are accompanying her. She stops for a moment, looking off into the old world. The time it might take her to fully get used to all of this could possibly be longer than the time she has left to live so getting accustomed to this world wasn't high on her to do list.


"Call me that again and I swear." She says, talking through the grit of her teeth. Hearing him refer to her as the virus made her angry. She pinches her nose and takes a breath. "I'm perfectly capable of keeping up, thank you." She says, starting to walk forward. If what the woman told me at the gate is true, then I should be going to right way... She thinks. Lo couldn't say that she didn't somewhat like the flora surrounding her. Had this been any other scenario, she probably would have enjoyed strolls down this path. Had her life not been in danger, had the virus never existed, she might've even lived out here. It was very different but not in the worst way. Shaking her head, she pauses to make sure that the other two people were still with her. The last thing that she wanted was to be alone out here, as much as she hated depending on anyone other than herself. There was no way that she'd be able to survive out here on her own, especially with the withdrawals and the resurfacing memories.


"So, You seem to know about the pills and what happens when you don't take them. Did you used to live in the city?" She asks the male, curious as to why someone that possibly had a life inside the city would decide to join the rebels. Again, she has always seen the last city as more of a sanctuary rather than a prison, always keeping the public safe. Even after the first round of withdrawals, her view on the city has not changed, at least not much. She did have a few questions about the images she's seen due to the withdrawals, but she is still unsure if she really wants to know.


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[HighSanguinaryPriest]

"Yeah. For four years. Till the bastards wronged me and my own." Caiphas replied with a small maniacal laugh. "But Yes, I was on the pills before I left. Kinda was in the same boat as you are in, only the bastards had me deployed out here as a way to keep me out till they could come up with a viable reason on why they killed the only family I had left. I did the only logical thing I could think of. I butchered my squad, and threw away the bottle of pills I had me on." He explained as if it was the most normal thing in the world to talk about. "Of course the reason I Rebelled is a story for another time... Get down in the foliage now!" he said the last part in a hiss, before bringing his rifle to bear. "Stay put, and wait till I get back." he added, before melting into the surrounding foliage.


The sound of voice could be heard down the path aways slowly getting closer to the small group. Silently, but deftly, Caiphas skirted around the open path towards the voices. He could barely make out what they were talking about, but as he got close enough it was crystal clear. Three more infected, only they had gone mad, judging by their gait and speech.


"Come on out kiddies! We only want to play." The first one said weilding what looked to be a crude bludgeon made up of a steel black pipe and fittings. The other two giggle at his words, also clearly mad from the TAV. They too carrying crude weapons.


Looks like I get to have some fun. Caiphas thought swiching his rifle out for his machete, figuring it would draw the least attention to any others in the surrounding area. Like a shadow on a moonless night, he moved unseen behind the others, before stepping out onto the path, keeping silent all the way. His blood screamed for their deaths as he got closer to the soon to be victims. Without preamble, he struck, his blade biting deep into the rear infected man's neck, silencing any screams that may have come. The sudden silence of their companion, quickly alerted the other two only for the second one to lose his head. Well the top of it anyway, as Caiphas' swing went high. The target still died though only leaving the leader before the sociopathic soldier.


The leader swung in an over head strike, roaring in exertion and fury. Caiphas simply side stepped the blow, before thrusting the blade deep into the man's side, before ripping it out and delivering a horizantal strike. The blade connected with his throat, spraying blood all over his suit and visor, in a red shower, before being cut off by the body dropping to the ground. "Well that was fun." Casually, he made his way back to the others, not even taking the time to whipe the blood from his visor.


"Alright, the area is safe. We should get moving." He said as he approached the two. He looked like something out of a nightmare, as red gore dripped off his form, none of it his. "Three infected corpses now lay up ahead." he reported, finally swiping a gloved hand over his already blood red visor, only to have the remnants of the leader's life's blood splatter to the forrest floor.





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[Shireling]

Abode of Dr. Shicklgruber





"Again." Winston muttered irritably as he sat in the comfortable living room chair of the German politician, Dr. Albin Shicklgruber. His son, Hans, was sitting at the piano and had been repeating scales for the last half hour.


"Now, Mary Had a Little Lamb."


The small boy began the tune, with Winston rubbing his temples and listening to each note as it passed. E D C D E E E. D D D G G.


"No." Winston corrected. "Again."


The boy sighed, flummoxed, and repeated the tune, this time without skipping a note on the second line.


"Well done, Hans." Winston glanced up at the clock. The lesson was running over. The Englishman stood and walked to the piano, ruffling the boy's hair. "Practice your scales, Hans. I'll be back on Tuesday and I expect progress." The instructor then smiled to his pupil and turned, picking up his bag. He took the compensation Dr. Shicklgruber had left on the table by the door and took his leave to head back to his apartment in D2.


Home of Winston Ailes





Winston arrived home to the customary empty house and sighed. It had been a tiring day of lessons and he required time to unwind. He left his bag by the door and immediately sank into his armchair by the fireplace.

 

[TeaMMatE11]

"Calm down you two." She sighed as she started following Lotus. Lotus. Huh. Interesting name. As they began to walk again, the infected came out of nowhere, and as her scout pushed her behind foliage to deal with them...she didn't like that. Taylor just shook her head at him. "Clean up your own bloody mess before we get a move on. I don't want you or me, to become infected." This guy always makes a mess. "Also, please work on cutting more cleanly." She turned back to Lotus. "And this is why we fight. Everyone in there has to take it. It's required by law, from the stories I hear. The people that have left the City to join the Rebellion experienced the same thing you did. The pills..." She sighed. "The pills are a medium of control. They don't want to remember the disaster that happened."


"Sure, we did form when the old US military broke up. When the city was being built, the Army split, and disbanded. Half of us went to defend the City. Half of us fought against it. We've survived out here for a long time now. By taking the City's supplies? Not entirely. The City's supply lines are limited. We had to go out and scour every corner for food. A lot of us died due to starvation. And there was the infection. Some of us in the Rebellion are infected. Most of us are healthy. The infected wear masks to protect everyone else's health. The city promises protection, but what really hides underneath it, is a demon."


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[Amelia White]

"The same boat, huh? Except the part where you'll live through the next week, right?" She says, agitated and assuming the worst. She didn't even turn to face the man while she said it, she just kept walking, until she was pulled down into the leaves. Being told to stay put, a flash of nervousness washes over her. Again, she covers her ears and waits it out. Once they were out of the cover and Taylor had explained why they do what they do, something stuck out in Lotus' mind. "You know, Fighting against the city seems like a lose-lose situation. If you fail, you die and if you succeed, you put the remains of humanity in a lot more danger." She says, very matter-of-factly. "People should stop trying to get even with whoever wronged them and start looking for a way to stop the T.A.V." Her voice was barely above a whisper. Lo might only be 18 but she is a smart girl.


"Um, You mentioned that infected people in the rebellion wear masks... You wouldn't happen to have one on you by any chance, would you? I'd feel bad if you were infected because of me." Lotus turns to look at Taylor. She could really use one of those masks now, her sleeve could only take so much. It looks as if she was cut on the inside of her arm, blood covered her elbow and down her forearm. Suddenly, like a thumbtack pressing against her forehead, she is reminded of her headache. "And you wouldn't happen to have some painkillers on you, too, would you?" She asks, her head tilting up as her hand covers her forehead. In simple terms, it hurt like hell and she'd much rather not suffer any more than she has to.


The image of a town on fire comes back into her mind. Lo tries to make sense of it. Her parents took her with them to The Last City to protect her. Unfortunately, she were shitty parents, unless they were trying to help her to be independent. But that wouldn't explain them always being drunk or naming her after some plant. She shakes her head slightly. It feels like she's putting together a puzzle, but half the pieces are missing. That, mixed with her raging headache, was not a good combination.


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[ArcticViolin]

Amber Greene

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Amber faithfully trudged the wild path before her. Her longbow waded through the overgrown grass and weeds that stood in her way. At last, the moment was finally nearing and her tired, weary body would soon find a place to stay. A new place to call home. Mother, Father, my brothers, I have come a long way, I have survived this far. For you. The thought of her fallen family and comrades had kept her throughout the toughest part of her journey. "Wait! Wait up!" A group of four people, slightly armed and breathing heavily, called out to her. She took out her eyes off of the city and off of the stranger that had caught her attention earlier, and trained them to the four. "Whatever you do, you do NOT want to go inside The City's walls!"


During her journey towards the Last City, Amber had met many others who had told her the same thing: Warned her of the City; telling her to not continue. "Why?" She would always ask. The reasons they had given her were not reasonable enough for her to give up on the city. "I have to see it," she would say. And continued she did, leaving behind the ones who, in her eyes, have chosen to give up hope on humanity's ability to come together as one within the city walls. Her belief on the Last City was so strong that even though she had formed friendship with the outsiders, she would rather go on with her journey even if it meant traveling alone.


Fixing her eyes on the the person who told her to wait, she began to ask, "Who are you? And why should I not go inside?" She wanted to hear what these people have to say. There was always something new to learn about the Last City and hearing it straight from the outsiders' mouth was something that had interest her. She wondered if these particular group of people in front of her used to live in the City.





A Stop Over before TLC

@TeaMMatE11(Addressed) @ObiSemKenobi(Mentioned)

 

[HighSanguinaryPriest]

Caiphas simply whiped himself off with an old stained rag he pulled from his belt. Once removed of any traces of blood, he pulled out a small eight ounce bottle of whiskey, as his visor folded back revealing his scarred visage. Removing he cork, he took a swig from said bottle before handing it to Lotus. "This'll help with that headache. And keep the bottle. I've got more at base. And don't give me that, I'm under aged shit. It don't fly out here." he said before hiding his face once again behind the blood red visor. Turning to look at Taylor. "I'll take point ma'am." said, before walking down the path. "Ad don't criticize my hand to hand! I like making them messy." He added without looking back. It was going to be a long march back.


@Amelia White @TeaMMatE11

 

[TeaMMatE11]

Amber Greene

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Amber faithfully trudged the wild path before her. Her longbow waded through the overgrown grass and weeds that stood in her way. At last, the moment was finally nearing and her tired, weary body would soon find a place to stay. A new place to call home. Mother, Father, my brothers, I have come a long way, I have survived this far. For you. The thought of her fallen family and comrades had kept her throughout the toughest part of her journey. "Wait! Wait up!" A group of four people, slightly armed and breathing heavily, called out to her. She took out her eyes off of the city and off of the stranger that had caught her attention earlier, and trained them to the four. "Whatever you do, you do NOT want to go inside The City's walls!"


During her journey towards the Last City, Amber had met many others who had told her the same thing: Warned her of the City; telling her to not continue. "Why?" She would always ask. The reasons they had given her were not reasonable enough for her to give up on the city. "I have to see it," she would say. And continued she did, leaving behind the ones who, in her eyes, have chosen to give up hope on humanity's ability to come together as one within the city walls. Her belief on the Last City was so strong that even though she had formed friendship with the outsiders, she would rather go on with her journey even if it meant traveling alone.


Fixing her eyes on the the person who told her to wait, she began to ask, "Who are you? And why should I not go inside?" She wanted to hear what these people have to say. There was always something new to learn about the Last City and hearing it straight from the outsiders' mouth was something that had interest her. She wondered if these particular group of people in front of her used to live in the City.





A Stop Over before TLC

@TeaMMatE11(Addressed) @ObiSemKenobi(Mentioned)

"Underneath that beauty of a city that offers protection, they go out of their way to twist history around. Who you are, and what you identify yourself with, will be screwed up once you enter the City," the leader of the 4 man squad spoke. "Don't be dumb enough like some of the Rebellion and go headfirst into thinking that the Last City is heaven. It's not. Some of our soldiers that were recruited were either thrown out of the walls or questioned the City."


@ArcticViolin


Taylor listened to the girl. She may be right. However, society will live on. "Don't be mad once you see this, ok?" Taylor reached into her side vest pocket, and pulled out a small pill, one used in The Last City for pain. She gave it to the girl, while listening to what she said. "Your memories, and even your identity, has been twisted around," Taylor mumbled, and that was her only response. "I don't carry masks around with me, which I really start doing. Bad habit." She got up, and responded to the scout, "Alright. Don't get yourself killed." She knew he was a well, and capable soldier, sometimes saving some squads single-handedly. She had her hand near her longsword, in case anything goes wrong.


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[The Shadow Realm]

At the sound of their friend speaking, Autumn turned around only to be confronted with a question. "Hey Autumn, you ready for another day in the outside world? I've got something to talk with you about when we head out there." With as simple a response as Autumn could muster, they lightly bobbed their head up and down and slung their set of pistols into the spots designated for them at the hips. "Are we ready to go now? My fingers are aching to pull a trigger." The words that emitted out of Autumn were cold and robotic due to the voice converter built into their mask, however as it finished a digital smile appeared on their mask to show their true current emotion.





"Ready when you are!" Jadiya spoke cheerfully in response, grinning at her masked friend. Her bow was ready on her shoulder and her quiver full of arrows, so she was as ready as she'd ever be.





With their mask now sporting a sly digital smile, Autumn slung on their scouting pack and then proceeded into the nearby vehicular bay. The area inside the room smelled strong of crude oils, and most of the concrete flooring was streaked with various skid marks. In the middle of the room laid an L.S.V., a lightweight vehicle that was made to explore the untouched wilderness behind T.L.C.'s (The Last City) walls. After walking to the L.S.V.'s main entry point, a movement as simple as a swipe of Autumn's hand opened the hatch, revealing a cockpit that seated only two individuals. "Let's go alreeeaddy!" Autumn's robotic voice sang out towards Jade, somewhat representing a robot from a show long since past.





"Coming!" Jadiya calls after her friend and lets out a faint giggle, jogging to catch up to her friend. She hoisted herself up and placed her bow on her lap, practically brimming with an eagerness to leave.





As Jade made it into the vehicle, Autumn hit start on the vehicles console. With a happy buzz the compact scouting car came to life, but as the gates began to open a faint murmuring in Autumn's ears began. After the short message the headset built into their mask switched off, and Autumn did the same with the vehicle. "So apparently the boss wants us to scout out a couple of people near the main gate, and said if they look suspicious 'to shoot them.'" With Autumn's mask turning into that of a demonic grin - it was apparent that it struck their fancy, and with their hand extended they waited to help Jade out of the tiny vehicle.





After Autumn had been contacted by the 'big cheese' through their earpiece, which Jadiya hadn't put on yet, Autumn told her that they had a new task and exited the large vehicle. Jade let out a bummed sigh, but shrugged - either way, they were going outside the city. Jade turned to open her door but found it already open and with Autumn standing there, holding out their hand for her. Jade took it with a shy smile and hopped out of the car, landing beside Autumn. "Thanks!" Jadiya beamed at her friend and then nodded eagerly. "We can take care of them. Hopefully it's nothing too bad."





With a sharp metallic laugh mimicking a burst of static, Autumn swiveled back around and began to walk away. "You want to know something? To me all of this is just a game, you pull the trigger and it usually ends with the persons fluids exploding out of them - and then they DIE. Death happens to all of us eventually, so it really doesn't matter if they die a few decades before they're naturally supposed to." After sucking in a shaky breath, Autumn hit the button on the wall beside them, opening a small hatch with just enough space for personnel to squeeze through. "Lets go."





"Mm..I dunno if you truly believe that. But okay, Autumn." Jade smiled to bring the conversation back to a cheerful tone, then squeezed through the hatch, thinking about what her friend said. You may say that, Autumn dear, but I think you're just dredging up some of your past. Then again, it could be your split personality, which I don't mind either. Jade thought to herself with a smile as she walked squeezed through the opening in the wall and began walking, her mind totally occupied by worry for her friend - so much that she didn't notice those around her.
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(This collab was brought to you by @Anaxileah and @The Shadow Realm.)

 

[Amelia White]

"Great, stuck with someone who drinks on the job." She says, under her breath. Lotus mutters a 'Thanks', taking the bottle in her hand. She hold it up to the light, watching the liquid swish around in its container. Unsure if she even wants a drink, she stares at the bottle. She's never tried whiskey before, nor any other alcoholic beverages and she's never showed too much interest in drinking. "And don't give me that, I'm under aged shit." She hears Caiphas say. She, then, takes a swig purely out of spite, but she's quick to spit it out. The amber liquid barely reached her throat before it stung and burned, as it would for any first time drinker, especially with whiskey being as strong as it is. Lotus coughs a bit before she can look up to speak. "You find that soothing? How do people enjoy this? It feels like I just set my throat on fire." She complains, her hand rubbing her throat. Although, now that she's thinking about it, it did make her forget about her headache for a moment.


She is soon handed a pill thats said to be from the Last City. Examining the pill, Lotus checks to see if there was a number on it, trying to determine what pill it was. Finding the number for painkillers etched into the small, white pill, she swallows it. She mumbles another 'thanks' and follows after the man. Sighing slightly, she takes in her surroundings. It was pretty peaceful aside from the murderous, infected folk that roamed the world. Lo had been to gardens inside the city before, but she's never really seen wildflowers. They were one good thing in a world of bad things, in Lo's eyes. As she walks, a feeling of nausea comes over her. Assuming that it was the pill acting up, she decides not to say anything and keeps walking.


Soon, the nauseous feeling grows stronger. Her arms fold over her stomach, still holding the bottle by the tip. Then, her vision goes dark. She drops the bottle and puts her hands out in front of her. She can't feel it, but she can see that she's touching something. Slightly pushing on the object, a sliver of light shines through a crack. She is inside of a closet. Out of the crack between the two doors, she can see her adoptive parents speaking with two uniformed enforcers. "We've been told that a young girl that lives here has not been following the pill regulations. Is this true?" She hears one of the enforcers say. Back in the present, she drops to her knees, frantically looking around. She can't see anything except her vision, but she is aware that it is just that, a vision.


Her parents respond and the enforcers go about their business. "We've got to put her on the pills, Martha. She's too young, she doesn't know how to hide it." The man she knew as her father says, grabbing the woman in front of him by the shoulders. This woman, Martha, was sobbing, obviously opposed to the idea but seeing no other choice. Lo, then, regains her sight. Without a word, she gets up and brushes off her knees. She has retrieved a couple more puzzle pieces, but still feels that she doesn't have the whole set.


@HighSanguinaryPriest @TeaMMatE11

 

[Anaxileah]

Addressed: @Vladimir Amikov


Mentioned: @Killthestory


Status: Leaving the Meeting


Mood: Perplexed/Upset


Location: Outside Enforcer's Post


Inventory: Same shit o-e


Notes: Bleh

After the situation with the accountant had been taken care of, David, Adam, and the rest of the Enforcers were called to a meeting led by their leader, Major Winters. The man was a definite stick in the mud, and did everything by the book. However, his presence was so large and demanding, no one dared question his authoritative demands. He was frightening and intimidating, if not downright scary, but he trusted his men to do the right thing with the safety of the city in mind, and that's why he led the Enforcers; Enforcers are meant to keep the safety of the city as their top priority, but now...now that wasn't Adam's main concern.


What is the city hiding from us..? Major Winters also speaks as if the government will get overthrown. Is the rebel threat really that large? Adam thought to himself with concern, but kept his face frozen on the same blank expression that he and every other Enforcer shared. As he left the meeting with the other Enforcers, grateful for being dismissed, Adam noticed David walking off looking sort of...dazed. He must be thinking as much as I am. Adam thought with an amused chuckle and approached his fellow Enforcer as the others dissipated.


"Hey. How are you holding up?" It was normal for Enforcers to reinvigorate each other, since their job wasn't an easy one, but Adam refrained from any physical contact (like a pat on the back or shoulder), since he could get in trouble for that.
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