forum Dystopian RP?

Started February 25, 2018 by @Oakie Dokie

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Nyir shook her head hastily. "I'm not amused, thief. I asked if you knew him and you said not well. If he is capable of killing you, then you are the one we will choose."

Armand looked to the two females on the other side of the roof. "Kodiak is safe. He may be a traitor but we know him well." He said the second sentence a little softer. The guy was sure to nearly always get what he wanted. He seemed to have a lot of friends.

"Well I'm supposed to be a prisoner, but you don't seem to be keeping me under heavy guard. You must get breakouts all the time, honestly." Rowan teased lightly, crossing her arms and giving him a pointed look. She was still sitting next to the hatch, her healing leg stretched out in front of her.

"And you've tried so hard to escape," He sent back, crossing his arms as well. "We misplaced our trust, and that's when the breakouts happen." Truthfully, Armand had never really tried to keep the rebels locked up but security was better, and it wasn't his job to keep them in. He had no physical ability to do that. He was just there to play the doctor.

(G'night!)

Rowan sighed, pinching the bridge of her nose for a minute. "You know I can't leave anyone behind." She glanced at Yuki. "She won't either. We all won't. It's a rebel thing." Rowan shrugged. "I don't imagine you've always been such a realist, Armand. Do you still have a spark? A dream? A purpose? And no, serving the President doesn't count." Rowan interrogated, a far off look reentering her soft, doe eyes. "It seems like I'm the only dreamer around these days. But by the time I'm gone I'm gonna help a lot of people, you know that?" She said, more outloud to herself than to Armand. She stared at Yuki, as if trying to decode her personality.

"Yuki!" Kodiak called in reply. "I've been sentenced to a gladiator duel. Get out, please."

Yuki was glad Kodiak wasn’t hurt. She didn’t want anyone else to get hurt other than herself. “No, I’m gonna get you out!”, she yelled. “Where are you?”

"Yuki go get him out. I'll be fine." Rowan ordered, looking back at Yuki, her lips pressed together with determination.

"I-I'll be alright. Y'all need to go, now. I'll be okay, I figure something out." Kodiak knew this wasn't true; he was good as dead. But that didn't mean they could save him. No, he was way beyond that point.

"Kodiak we can't go anywhere. I… I can't walk." Rowan shouted back in reply. She paused a minute. "Not yet at least." Rowan finished. The truth was that she'd probably be fine by tomorrow morning thanks to Armand, but there was no way Rowan was leaving Kodiak here. Especially not while his life was being bargained off. No. Never. She'd fake illness if she had to and find some way to get inside the area. There has to be some way out of this…

“I’m not leaving you!”, Yuki said. “I can break you out. I’m strong enough to damage the cell, so you can get out! If you stay you’re going to die! Even if you win the gladiator fight, they’ll find a way to kill you.”

"Goddammit, get out!" Kodiak replied. "I'm trying to save your asses."

"You two. You aren't breaking him out." Armand was closer to the two of them now, his eyes shining in contrast to the dark, "This can't be stopped now. If he escapes, they won't stop coming after him, until he's dead." Armand focused his eyes on Rowan, calling to Kodiak, "You'll want to encourage your… compadres, to leave before security is called. Trust me." He worded it in a way that would sound to anyone else like a loyalist being a prick, but trying to hint with his last two words that this fight wasn't necessary.

“You really want to fight!”, Yuki yelled at Armand. “I don’t think so!”

"Yuki, don't." Rowan let out a quiet sigh. "He doesn't want any trouble. That's why he's using double layered loyalist talk." She explained, her expression darkening. Suddenly, Rowan felt a lot older than she was. Rubbing her temples, she stared down Armand. "We aren't leaving." She asserted. Then she looked back at Yuki. "We'll find a way to get Kodiak to safety. For now lay low." She commanded in a whisper.

Kodiak would be gone in just a day. Biggest chances were Kodiak would be exiled tomorrow, after everything happened. He shook his head, thankful for Rowan's knowledge, yet a little disappointed in himself. He wasn't committing treason, was he? Did he care? He wasn't sure. "I am returning to my office. "The cells are waiting," he said, standing at the top of the stairs, "I think they look fairly comfortable, comparably."

"Goodnight, Armand." Rowan waved him off. She knew Armand suggesting the cells was a warning. A coded one at that. After her first encounter with a loyalist when she was five, Rowan's visits to them had steadily increased over the years. She by no means was an expert on them, but she knew a lot more than the average rebel fighter.

"We can't break out Kodiak tonight." Rowan grumbled, frustrated. "The cell will be heavily guarded. Even if it doesn't look like it. I have a feeling Armand has quite a few sensors and cameras around it." She sat deep in thought, looking at Yuki. "Any ideas?"

(Bedtime, Night!)
Armand cast a glance to her slightly abrasively, before sighing to himself and bracing his legs for the ache back down. I'd be better off just staying in my station; won't need my assistance, he'd hoped to offer them at least some level of safety. But it was their choice. He should know better that they wouldn't want to listen to him but they'd see tomorrow why. But he was having second thoughts about helping the rebels after helping to keep Kodiak from dying; even though he'd become fond of the small girl. Perhaps they'd not think of him trustworthy again, and maybe it was for the best.

(Night!)
“Well, I know how to hack into the cameras. We could get Armand to bring down security, wether we have to force him to or not. As for the human guards…they won’t live to see another night.”, Yuki explained.

"I'd rather not kill anyone…" Rowan bit her lip, staring up at Yuki with wide eyes. "They're just soldiers too, Yuki. They have their own lives, backgrounds, and some might have families…" She mumbled nervously. "I don't want to hurt Armand either." She added firmly.

Yuki didn’t know how to respond. “It was their choice to follow President Harris. Just like it’s our choice to be the resistance. They have killed our people sometimes we must kill them.”

"And it's our choice whether we kill them or not. It's our choice if their commander has to send out condolence letters to their families. It's our choice to orphan their children." Rowan spat, suddenly bitter. "This war has too many casualties. People are people. Not numbers." Rowan struggled to her feet, her injured foot cramping and making her stumble dangerously close to the stairs.

"Well, I would beat him if I had to, " Petree lied, "But- er-" she tried changing the subject into something she could argue about. "Why do you even follow President Harris, anyway?"