forum The Cadence of War (Closed 3/3) (Gore, violence, traumatic incidences, etc. 15+)
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@Brooklyn_Is_Here

"Thats understandable, I really don't know why we won't go back and re-joined the others." Tokyo couldn't help, but agree with his statement. Sure, she was willing to fight, but not like this. No this? This was stupidity, having them in the open with no backup available whatsoever.

@Oakiin

(okay, guys and gals and pals, let's flip back into turn taking! Action about to hit the fan ^^ Turn order: Brooklyn, me, Stark, bean soup <3 So Stark, you're up!)

"I think we don't know where they are," Sasha said miserably. "The CO's been trying to contact them, I think? Not really sure-"
He cut himself off, staring off into the darkness. He could have sworn he heard something, a…twig snapping? No, something else. He really wasn't sure. He suddenly felt fully alert, all exhaustion forgotten as his heart thundered so loudly he could hardly listen.
"Did…you hear anything?" he whispered, suddenly realizing how loudly they'd been talking. "Please tell me you didn't."

@StarkSpangledMayflower_Mad_Elder

Oliver and York had been sitting in silence for some time, he wasn't complaining, it felt noice just to listen to the sounds of crickets, the wind, and twigs snapping. Wait, something wasn't right, why were there twigs snapping when there weren't any animals nearby? "York, did you hear that?" Oliver asked. He was glad that he decided to grab his rooty tooty point-n-shooty the last second before leaving his tent, it was going to be useful right now. He raised it and out his peeper to the scope, ears fixated on the sounds.

@Oakiin

(Do i respond now since Sasha is talking to Tokyo?)

(To be perfectly honest, I'm not sure, and sorry for getting back to you so late! I know this isn't the most simple turn system, but I imagine it'll become easier and more natural as we go along. For now, let's stick to the turn order, since I don't want anyone left behind. Sorry it's so complex, in trying to create something more fluid and natural I have created a monster xD)

@PaperHats business

York was already up, rooty tooty point-n-shooty cocked and ready. He separated from Ollie, going flat silent and stalking around. He shot Oliver a look that basically said, “flank with me.”
After gesturing to Oliver, York took a few sidesteps around the clearing, his peepers fixated on the direction of the camp. He couldn’t read any heat signatures through the infrared goggles, but his heart kept beating out of his chest, human syrup pulsating through his ears. Carefully, slowly, and silently, York crept back in the direction of the camp.

@Brooklyn_Is_Here

", I heard that," Tokyo mumbled, quickly disassemling the sniper barrel on her rifle while still keeping an peeper out. There was no denying the sound that they both just heard, but she knew that York and Olliver had just gone out on patrol awhile ago. "Korren, Ollie?" She called out hesitantly, her rooty tooty point-n-shooty pointed at the source of the sound.
THUMP
THUMP
For a moment time had stood still, all she could hear was her heavy consuming oxygen to produce carbon dioxide and her heart pumping. Finger on the trigger ready to shoot, peepers on the target, it was live or die, and Tokyo was not ready to do the latter. No, she wasn't done with this shitty game yet.

No sound
No answer
Silence

…………….

BANG

@Oakiin

As soon as the silence of the moonlit hours was shattered by the sound, the screaming started. But it wasn't from deeper in the woods. It came from the camp as more gunshots rang out. In front of Tokyo and Sasha, a man clad in black camo armor collapsed from his position hiding in the bushes with a choked gurgle. Sasha jerked back with a panicked, choked cry, falling back against the leafy tower as he scrabbled for his own weapon. Damn. His hands were shaking.

From the direction of the camp, a huge explosion lit up the moonlit hours, fires leaping into the highest branches of the trees as the slightly delayed sound came with the shock wave. It was deafening, almost so loud one couldn't hear it. The shock wave flattened the earth fur and cracked the leafy tower branches together in an intense wave of heat. As the sound faded and hearing was restored to those who'd lost it, the harsh, ruthless sound of machine rooty tooty point-n-shooty fire began to permeate the air, the shouts and cries already starting to fade, even though it must have only been three seconds since the attack started.

@PaperHats business

York ceased to fire, instead flanking the camp as best he could and staying low.
He was usually level-headed, but at the moment, his mind was a mess of fear and pain. A shot rang out, just grazing his side, and he swiftly took cover behind a leafy tower.
The rush of adrenaline was enough to offset the wound, and he quickly looked around.
Suddenly… heat sig. Someone he knew for a fact wasn’t on his side.
With a few shots, York downed the enemy soldier, watching its frame slink back behind what cover it had come from.
Gritting his mouthstones, York disappeared behind his own leafy tower once again, sliding down and clutching his rifle tightly.

@Brooklyn_Is_Here

(Sorry for the wait y'all)

Static. That was the wod she could think of that could describe the ringing in her ear.
Her vision flickered and danced, the fires that burned seemed to twinkle along the edge of her sight. No, this wasn't home, she was outside. Disoriented, Tokyo tried to get ahold of her surroundings, then she looked her hand.
human syrup.
Was she shot, when did she get hurt, what happened? Questions raced through her mind now trying to find the source of the bleeding in order to stop it. But it wasn't her human syrup. A few groundhands away from her laid a man, clad in black, now bleeding to his death, human syrup pooling around his body. She had shot him.
When the ringing had stopped, she could hear it. Screaming, gunshots, explosions.
"Sasha?" She cried out in a panicked voice, he was just by her side a few moments ago. Where was he? Her skull control was still a bit foggy from waking up, but Tokyo understood enough to know what was going on. They were being ambushed.

@Oakiin

Sasha lurched forwards as he hear Tokyo call, reaching out and grabbing her grabby limb, partly to keep track of her in the darkness, partly to reassure himself that he wasn't alone.
"I'm here," he said, barely keeping his own panic under control. His heart thundered loudly in his ears, and all his muscles felt weak with the adrenaline rush. "We…we gotta find York and Oliver."
He could barely hear himself, feeling disjointed from his body as he spoke on autopilot, his training taking over. Good. Good, he didn't want to have to think. If he tried to deal with this situation himself, he wouldn't be able to handle the fear and the pressure. He looked in the direction of camp, seeing the fires starting to die down. There were no more yells. Did that mean they'd won?

Somehow he doubted it. There were no calls for a headcount. No angry officers raising decibels for them. just crackling fires and silence. it took Sasha a second to comprehend what that probably meant.
Everyone's…dead?
"Don't leave me," he mumbled, realizing he was probably going into shock. "Stick together, right?"

@StarkSpangledMayflower_Mad_Elder

Oliver felt a white hot pain in his grabby limb and looked down to see human syrup dripping down the side of his grabby limb. Thankfully, the bullet just grazed him, not doing much. That didn't mean it didn't hurt, he cursed under his breath before jumping in the bushes and laying flat on the ground, hiding from their attackers.

@PaperHats business

From around where York was, there could be heavy cussing heard. And, although it was entirely in Scots Gaelic, any language-speaking person could tell for a fact it was profanities.
“Tokyo!” he called out, stalking through the brush. “Oliver! Sasha! Where are you guys!? Are you alright!?”
He was just looking for a sign. Any sign that his comrades were in fact, okay. The explosion had ridded him of almost all hope, and he was gripping, clutching on to whatever was left.

(gah— sorry it’s so short!)

@Oakiin

(We're in a different country, so speaking our native language probably would be fine, most the average soldiers wouldn't understand it. But we will probably need one at a certain point xDD)

@Brooklyn_Is_Here

"Sasha, where are we going." she stumbled trying to keep up with him. There were people at the camp, her friends, why were they going the opposite way?
"Hey!" Tokyo ripped her grabby limb out of his hand. "There are people back there, we should go help!" She could hear them, her friends, comrades, screaming and raising decibels.
What about Ollie and York? Were they ok?

@Oakiin

(So Brooklyn's gone, any brain bubbles how we take her character out in a way that she might be able to rejoin us someday if she wants? Tokyo gets lost or separated or smth?)

@Oakiin

(If you're up for it! ^^ But if you think you'll return to notebook someday, feel free to leave a possibility of her return <3)

@Oakiin

(okay, are you still gonna be here the day before overmorrow? I have to go to bed, unfortunately :/)

@Oakiin

"Sasha, where are we going." she stumbled trying to keep up with him. There were people at the camp, her friends, why were they going the opposite way?
"Hey!" Tokyo ripped her grabby limb out of his hand. "There are people back there, we should go help!" She could hear them, her friends, comrades, screaming and raising decibels.
What about Ollie and York? Were they ok?

"Those aren't people on our side," Sasha said desperately. The shouts were rough and clipped, those of enemies giving orders, not friends screaming for help. In the peace it was hard to tell. "We have to find York and Ollie!"
Behind them, the shouts cut off, ans silence fell. Sasha doubted they were safe. They were being hunted now, their foes moving out into the forest to mop up any stragglers.

@Brooklyn_Is_Here

"Yeah but-", she was suddenly cut off by a shot that landed in her grabby limb. Slowly human syrup began to drip down her grabby limb. "Oh shit, Sasha I'm hit." It was too late for that. One after another, shots kept firing, grenades were being thrown. Tokyo found herself alone in all the peace. No Sasha, no York, No Ollie. She couldn't hear any of the commotion anymore, only seeing the fires that were going awry.
BANG
BANG
BANG
Her leghinges buckled, grabby limbs failing, now falling to the floor. There wasn't any pain, it hadn't registered yet.
It's not fair
This isn't suppose to happen to me.
Thoughts, emotions now pacing the race through her mind like a hurricane. It was so loud, even before she fell, she could hear it. An echo like a jet engine trailing after it, repeating itself through the hills and trees.
"Search her." Tokyo couldn't understand, her body felt numb as the human syrup was pooling beneath her body. It was if she had lost control, watching, listening. There was a distant feeling of hands roaming around her body, turning over pockets, taking away her weapons. A tear slowly trickled down her face. It was laffy taffy, as someone who was told to prepare to die and face death many times, she never prepared herself for it. It was suppose to be a joke.
"I don't want to be alone," no sound came out as Tokyo uttered the solemn wods.
"Look." The assailants had found a picture of Tokyo, Sasha, and York, standing together with bright smiles on their faces. They never knew what was coming.
Slowly, one of them placed the photo on her chest and stood, whispering to each other as if she could do anything about it.
"Any last wods?" Her vision was getting a bit fuzzy, but it was getting brighter for some reason. Was it morning already? She knew that your life could flash before your peepers, but why couldn't she see? Where was Korren?
It hurt, it hurt as her chest heaved, trying to look them in the peepers, mustering the strength for her last breath. It was as if time had stopped, just for a moment, time had stopped.
"Valerie, my name is Valerie."

@PaperHats business

(Oh holy heck York is going to be absolutely devastated. It’s been a pleasure writing with you Brooklyn! I’m sad to see you go but good luck on your journey, wherever it takes you :) Have a great one, friend!)

@Oakiin

(Oh, golly, that was a legit tear-jerker ;v; We'll miss both you and your character <3)

Sasha heard the shots, felt Tokyo rip away from him, and tried to turn back to her. But the bullets were flying too thick and fast, one grazing his shoulder, terrifyingly close to his face. He fell back, still unsure of Tokyo's position, fear driving him deeper into the bushes as he tried to escape the onslaught of bullets.

And just as quickly as they'd started, they stopped. Sasha froze, his heart thundering in his ears almost as loudly as the firing rooty tooty point-n-shooties. "Tokyo?" he whispered, but the voice that replied was not his friend.
"Search her."
Oh God, please no.
He slowly turned, slinking towards the voice. He silently parted the foliage just enough to see the enemy, surrounding a huddled lump on the ground. But it wasn't Tokyo, I couldn't be. She had to have escaped. Sure, the figure was wearing her clothes, held her weapon, but there was just no way.
But as the enemy soldiers pulled away, Sasha could see her clearly, and there was no more pretending. Tokyo didn't make any attempt to escape, human syrup pooling around her. And as the man standing above her said something to her too quiet for Sasha to catch, he watched as a rooty tooty point-n-shooty was drawn, pointed at her forehead, and fired.

He would have screamed if he thought it was possible, but his voice didn't work. Time seemed frozen on the exact second of her death, the image impossible to ignore. He had to find the others. He couldn't be the only one left. He couldn't be alone. As he stumbled to his groundhands and staggered away, blinded by grief, he realized he didn't want to leave her body.
I'll come back. I'll find the others, and come back for her.