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 Posted: Mon Apr 04, 2011 11:05 pm
( A-Three is Entering from the Boss Fight)
Hiking off and onto the sands, until he could no longer see anything but a muddied blur that might possibly be a cluster of individuals, all huddled off like the frightened, idealistic little idiots they were, A-Three sat himself down in the sands, having begun to take the path away from the beach, but yet not so far as they were rid of all this utter flatness just yet. With another one of his trademark sighs, the man situated himself, reaching for his pack. It was high time that he tended to his wounds, the burn marks and whatnot, and fumbling for bandages, he stared at the kit that they'd given him for a moment.
Hnn...these weren't bad supplies. Just what did their mysterious hosts mean to accomplish? Memory, really would be a nice thing to have, now wouldn't it? "I am bloody starting to loathe this entire place..." He murmured, tilting his head back to stare aimlessly into the fog, as though the wafting mist would provide some semblance of inspiration or guidance. Heh. There probably wasn't any getting out of it for him. The odds were just too stacked against the entire lot of them. Though...for as long as he was forced to play this game, he would continue to play it as though losing was not an option.
And in a way it wasn't. Or at least not one that he'd intentionally select for his future, at any rate.
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Posted: Mon Apr 04, 2011 11:12 pm
[Z5 is entering from the Boss Fight]
Fiver the Second was like a puppy. Everywhere Three went he followed despite the stumble in his step or the paranoid look over his shoulder. He almost ran into the other man when he stopped. He was too busy peering at the group as if expecting them to come run him down. Or maybe Fiver would spring up and smile at them.
Neither happened and he found himself both disappointed and relived at once. Sensing they were treating this as a camp, Fiver flopped down on the ground to allow himself to rest. Obviously Three intended to keep his distance from the rest of the group and he was glad he'd been accepted to go along.
Seeing that Three was distracted, Zeta Five reached out to take some medical supplies into his hand from his own pack and began, with diligent effort to patch up Three instead of himself. He didn't know how banged up he was but it made him feel useful to help the man that lead him from his own destruction. It gave him something to concentrate on so he could forget he was trying in vain to remember something. "I am too." He agreed quietly.
[Used one first aid kit on A3]
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Posted: Tue Apr 05, 2011 1:30 am
Jolted from his reverie, Three looked over at Z-Five, staring at him for a long moment....as the other began to bandage those wounds. Just what was he doing? And why? Self-sacrifice was not a concept of which A-Three was at all enamored, in fact, he usually looked upon it with a certain amount of loathing...and yet it seemed that Fiver the Second did suchly without a second thought. Hell, the boy had been ready to die for a man that he hardly knew. Nodding at the other's agreement, he then slowly proffered his own first aid kit forward. "You're going to need this." He muttered, almost gruffly, utterly unused to anything resembling generosity.
He reminded himself that he'd been just about to use it, and that he'd been down one anyway, so it wasn't a loss...and he needed this fellow alive at least long enough to take a few hits for him, as well as deal a bit of damage here and there. "I think it would be wise, over the course of the hellish week we're scheduled for, to stay as a duo. The chance of survival for the two of us is clearly far greater than a band of twelve, or heaven forbid, twenty-something, that is altogether too willing to rip itself apart from within like a pack of wild mongrels." That growl was back, running as an undertone beneath the worlds. He could not abide idiots.
Fiver the Second ranked as tolerable.
(( A3 has used one first aid kit on Z5 ))
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Posted: Tue Apr 05, 2011 1:33 am
(( A5 entering from tent ))
Even as he ran out of the tent, Fiver was looking around, trying to spot those he'd been with ... the ones who actually had given enough of a s**t to protect him. The first that he spotted were Three and Uptight, sitting off by themselves not too far away.
Lifting a hand in the air - the one holding his brand new shiny dagger - Fiver charged toward them. "HEY YOU GUYS! I'M BACK!!" Yes, let's state the obvious. But he didn't care at this juncture. He wasn't dead, and obviously that meant no one else was dead, and the Death Pony was gone ...
It was almost like the whole thing HAD been a dream ...
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Posted: Tue Apr 05, 2011 10:41 am
Once he was finished with Three's bindings he quietly moved on to fixing up his own damage. He was feeling much better now that he had fixed up some of the cuts and his head was reeling less and less. Yes, he'd be alright. "I don't think it matters how small or large our groups are. Those things will keep coming."
The shout made him jerk his head up. At first all he saw was a red unit banishing dagger and coming toward them. Another attack? In a jog he moved in front of Three like an movable statue... until he recognized the number on the approaching man's head.
The mace hit the ground. "..........Fiver? FIVER!" He took off running, kicking up sand behind him. "You're alive!" The happy shout was muffled by the mask but no less excited or genuine. He attempted to scoop the other up in a hug even if that wasn't Fiver's intention when he ran toward them.
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Posted: Tue Apr 05, 2011 12:07 pm
All right, now that was impossible. A-Three might not have his memories, but he certainly had a somewhat fixed notion about the way things ought to be, and then again on how they definitely shouldn't be. And it seemed that in the past twenty-four hours those stances had been repeatedly challenged. Staring wide-eyed at the fellow approaching them, he just shook his head. Defying death now, were they? He supposed the hooded fellow hadn't been lying when he said he was going to go pick up their lost friends. "Don't fear the reaper..." He muttered, as he clambered to his feet.
Not really interested in making the current little scuffle a group hug, he merely raised a hand. "Pleasant to see you back." He greeted, hoping that he conveyed something of a smile in his tone through the mask, even though there really wasn't much of one. He wasn't particularly an avid fan of smiling. Too much trouble, and there wasn't enough in the world to smile over, as this trip was continuously proving to him.
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Posted: Tue Apr 05, 2011 7:10 pm
Well, he hadn't really been expecting a hug, but hell, he was back from the DEAD, hugging was totally okay at the moment. Laughing, Fiver allowed himself to be scooped up - after making sure the knife was out of the way. Wouldn't do to go stabbing his allies, now would it?
He caught Three's comment as well and just snorted softly. "Always so serious, isn't he?" he commented to Fiver II, already having decided the old nickname wouldn't work anymore. It was kind of derogatory and all, right?
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Posted: Tue Apr 05, 2011 7:14 pm
Fiver II easily lifted the other man off the ground and wrapped his arms around him. He had his face buried against the other male's neck and was hugging him for all that he was worth. "Alive..." He whispered, "You're alive..."
But there was the reality. The one he couldn't deny. He pulled his head back searching the other man's face from inside his mask. "I... I don't get it. You... I saw you... the way she hit... and...." He gave a little groan, "Oh God, I saw your neck... the... the noise it made and...you wouldn't move." It was clear what he was trying so desperately to get out.
Fiver was dead. How could he be alive?
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Posted: Tue Apr 05, 2011 8:05 pm
"I'm overwhelmed by the effusive joy present in your acknowledgement." He muttered rather dryly to Fiver, though there was a particularly unfamiliar note of amusement hanging in the air. Honestly, if he were to have companions, these two would suit, so long as they didn't go dashing off on their own, ditching him by the wayside. That was entirely predictable...taking humanity into consideration. A-Three really didn't have much faith in people as a whole.
"And that Fiver is alive, well..." There was a simple shrug of shoulders, as he moved to come closer to the two, one hand moving to clasp Fiver's shoulder. "...there was also a gargantuan beast of nightmare demanding that we all murder one another. Is anything really impossible here, I do wonder..." Sighing, he let his hand drop away, crossing arms over his chest. "But I do not know if we will be so fortunate twice. The next time, death may very well be permanent."
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Posted: Tue Apr 05, 2011 8:52 pm
Fiver shook his head slightly at Three's comments, eyes lidding behind the helmet. "Yea I really don't have a clue. One minute I'm screaming and holding my arm, then there's this CRACK and everything's dark ... and then I woke up in the ******** tent. This place is so weird."
There was a little pause. "So my neck got broken? Eyew, that'd explain the crack ... damn. Who did that? I was kinda too busy to see..." His eyes narrowed slightly. "Cause whoever did, they're officially on my s**t list now. Along with b***h. Or rather A10."
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Posted: Tue Apr 05, 2011 9:31 pm
The man finally let Fiver down and nodded slowly. "Yah... your neck was... it wasn't right." He glanced at Three before shaking his head. "It was Alpha Four.. but Alpha Ten was killed. The horse demanded that we kill someone else because your death was... anticlimactic. So Alpha Four shot her in the head while she was down."
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Posted: Tue Apr 05, 2011 10:16 pm
"It came to my attention rather swiftly that A-Four is not at all a sane man." Grumbled A-Three, reminded of his less than pleasant memories of the rest of his squad. Well despite the color of their suits, they were certainly not his 'team' any longer, not that he'd truly regarded them as suchly, but at the very least, well...these two idiots were not going to start bashing one another over the head with maces any time soon. A godsend that.
"Well regardless." He replied dismissively, making a quick gesture with his fingers, "It cannot be safe to remain in one place for long, we are merely targets...and since your neck is quite clearly in a state of repair, then it would be best, perhaps...to journey elsewhere. Whilst we are not the only inhabitants of this place...well...together, we stand a chance against single opponents, at the very least."
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Posted: Tue Apr 05, 2011 10:25 pm
Fiver nodded rather decisively at that, fiddling about with his new dagger. This thing seemed easier to use than the mace had been at least. He just kind of wished one of them had bandages ... but oh well.
.... Hey, speaking of medical supplies. "Moving's a good idea but ... d'you guys know if anyone took my stuff when I ... died?" he asked, shuddering a little bit. Because if not ... well. He didn't really give a s**t about the crappy mace, but the med kits he'd been carrying could be REALLY useful later on down the line.
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Posted: Tue Apr 05, 2011 10:30 pm
Fiver II frowned deeply and shook his head. "I didn't take your supplies... I'm sorry Fiver... when your body caught on fire I had to leave it." He explained feeling and sounding guilty. He should have taken them.
He turned his head toward Three, his new leader. "Did you take them? I mean they might still be there... but what if they try to kill Fiver again? Would they? If he's back then...Alpha Ten... I don't want it to happen all over again but we need those kits."
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Posted: Tue Apr 05, 2011 10:45 pm
Three pursed his lips, eyes narrowing behind his mask as he thought about the question that Fiver had put forth. Tapping gloves on the arm of his suit, he then sighed once more, a long exhale. "Well, we should proceed with caution. I would not think it...wise...were the others to discover your resurrection prematurely, since you were supposed to be some sort of haphazard sacrifice to that....fiend." Three sounded supremely disdainful. This was all very primitive...obnoxiously so.
"So long as we don't run headlong into a large group of our former teammates, I do not see the downsides to such a plan, so long as the proper caution is exercised." He was, after all, the leader of this little band, regardless of whether or no the other two recognized it. Hopefully he could keep them from charging straight into danger. Unlikely, but he could harbor the delusion for a while. And extra medkits...those would be invaluable in a game of kill or be killed.
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