forum Dystopian RP?

Started February 25, 2018 by @Oakie Dokie

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"I don't know for sure," she said, leading them down the chaotic hallways, "but I'm assuming not too far from Harris' body."

"You mean…" Petree's voice trailed off. "I never knew Yuki would actually do it."

Armand tried not to hand to Nyir's arm too heavily, but he was afraid he'd really done a number on his back, wincing as his breath caught from the pain in his ribs every couple of strides. "They're in my office, I'm sure of it." He let out a long exhale. "You two should go and make sure they are okay. I will catch up." releasing Nyir and gripping his knees.

"Are you certain?" she questioned, watching him struggle for a moment. "I don't want you killed. This place is a ticking time bomb."

"Nyir, you know they're more important. It's fine."

Nyir wanted to disagree, but she just rolled her eyes instead. "I know by now I can't stop you. I'd warn you not to be stupid, but every time I do, you do something stupid. Good luck." She took Petree by the arm and strode away.

"Who knows. Maybe it'll be different this time." chuckling a little as he rested against the wall. "I'm sorry I'm such a weakling." But he said it in a joking manner, like they were running a friendly race and he'd lost.
He stood there for a moment; trying to think of what to do now. It was just escape. But he needed to think of the resources they had here that would help them do so. And where would they go?

"I'm not a thief anymore." Petree said to Nyir once Armand had walked away.

"Congrats," Nyir said sarcastically, "it doesn't matter now. The Society that you stole from is on the brink of total collapse anyway." She knew she was being cruel, but she was stressed. The soldiers running past, the panic –it was a situation she wasn't quite prepared for.

"Well, you can stop calling me thief. I thought you were on the Society's side! You kind of sound like Yuki."

Nyir gave a mirthless laugh. "I've always sounded like Yuki. It's nothing new." She sighed, trying to calm down some. "I was on the Society's side, but I know better than to think the Society is a side anymore. Without a leader, it will go into political chaos, and the rebellion will strike. I will fight the rebellion as I always have, but you don't have to get caught in the crosshairs."

"So, why can't you get a new leader? The rebels don't exactly have a leader either, and we've been doing fine." This was only a tiny lie.

Nyir smirked. "If I were a general I would consider. But no captain would ever be elected. Especially not a captain who had known dealings with a traitor."

"Why not?" Petree had trouble seeing why this Society couldn't get a new captain/leader. "A second ago you said the Society was falling apart. Who cares about the dealing with traitors thing anymore?"

Nyir fell quiet. She wasn't arrogant enough to believe that she would be a good leader. She was only a captain. Then again, with Harris out of the way, now would be a perfect time to seize power. But did she want power? "Theoretically," Nyir began, "would the rebellion back me as a leader? Because if I could end this war, I would."

Nyir fell quiet. She wasn't arrogant enough to believe that she would be a good leader. She was only a captain. Then again, with Harris out of the way, now would be a perfect time to seize power. But did she want power? "Theoretically," Nyir began, "would the rebellion back me as a leader? Because if I could end this war, I would."

"If you were on our side, sure, you can be leader, but you're not." Petree said.

"I mean, if I were to change the Society. Disband it. Would the rebellion, without a cause, die out?"

(I WON’T LET THIS DIE!!!)
Yuki opened her eyes. Was she seeing double vision? Everything was lined with a thick layer of black. She was about to freak. Am I back in the torture camp?! This can’t be! In the corner of her failing vision was Rowan. Yuki relaxed knowing she wasn’t in the torture camp, but realized that she failed her attempt at sucicide. “Why the hell aren’t I dead?”, she faintly asked.

(Lol I’ve been out for ages as well! Sorry guys!)

“I can’t let you die.” Rowan croaked, beyond exhausted. She was waiting, hoping, and even praying Armand would come through that door. Anyone that could help Yuki get through this. But somehow she knew they’d be lost in the chaos.

Yuki wanted to be gone. There is nothing left for her anymore. She thought killing the president would giver her worth, but she felt even emptier.

Rowan looked up, seeing Yuki’s hollow expression. “Y-You can’t leave me, Yuki.” She sniffed. “I need you. I need you to get us through this.” Rowan wiped at her tears with shaking hands.

(Sorry to make this so graphic)
Yuki felt she was slipping away… She wanted to die… Her vision only got worse… Blood dripped from her neck… or was she she gagging on her own blood… She lifted a blood stained finger and decided that the answer was both. “Need me for what?”, Yuki weakly asked.

(I don’t have any problem with the detail!)

Rowan choked a little on a sob and forced herself to sit up and look at Yuki. “Everything’s falling apart. I don’t know where Armand is, or Petree, or anyone! I’m so… so scared.” She whimpered, trying to hold back the bile in her throat. All she could smell of blood. It made her excruciatingly nauseous.