forum Dystopian Warrior Roleplay (Closed)

Started May 16, 2018 by @Imperfect_Autumn group

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"Good to know the bow works," Kasey said as she looked through the data sets. She kept working on the AI, it wasn't cooperating.

"Gah, why do I even care about you? About anybody at this stars-forsaken camp?" Akyra said exasperatedly, suddenly slumping. She picked up her supplies and rubbed her face for what seemed the millionth time that day. "I shouldn't. No one cares about what I do." She pulled her jacket sleeves over her hands. "Just go rot, for all I care."

Ian pauses at the first part, "huh?"

Ignoring him, Akyra began to head out of the medic tent.
Why DO I care?

As she tested it more, the flames on the sword got brighter and hotter.

"Okaaaay… I don't think this is good," she mused. Suddenly, the fire shot down toward her hand, and she yelped and jumped back, dropping it. "Okay, that's definitely not good."

Ian snorts, standing, "Fine…" He walks over to the cart he had been working on. He picks up a needle and surgical thread from it and some antiseptic. He sits back doe on the bunk and starts to sew his wounds on his own

(Is anyone else thinking of Hiccup's sword in HTTYD2?)

(YYYAAASSS!!)

(Is anyone else thinking of Hiccup's sword in HTTYD2?)

(…Yes…)

Stupid Ian. Stupid Amethyst. Stupid rebellion. Stupid king. Akyra thought.
She made her way over to a tree not far from the medic tent and slumped down underneath it. She pulled her knees up and, wrapping her arms around her legs, rested her chin on her knees.

Ian yelps with pain, he bangs the side of the bunk with a fist, trying to steady his breathing from the pain

Valerie slowly walked around the medic tent, quietly picking up dropped containers. SHe put them all onto a small table and started trying to figure out where they went.

Ian looks up from his last stitch on the left arm at Valerie, "Thanks."

SHe nodded in reply, moving a bottle to some others labeled similarly.

"No that one goes on the shelf" Ian points with his slightly bloody, non-stitched hand winces and it literally drops, limp

SHE moved it to the shelf before glancing st him and pointing at s, as do to say, rest.

(Is she mute?)
Ian was confused

I hope Ian's ok… NOPE nope NOPE. I DO NOT CARE
Akyra sighed deeply and closed her eyes.
He thinks he's the only one that's stressed out, gah, he doesn't even know…

//she doesn’t talk unless she has to :P

She sighed and quietly said, “Get some rest.”

(Ah ok makes sense)
Ian starts but shakes his head, "One arm and a leg to go"

She rolled her eyes and set the bottle she was holding down. Glaring, she crossed her arms and stood there stubbornly.

BEEP BEEP BEEP
Akyra startled at the sound of her watch alarm going off.
Oh, I lost track of time… Dang it, this means I have to go back to the med tent.

"What." Ian cuts the string with his teeth, winces but then rolls out another strand for his leg

She huffed and turned around, back to sorting the bottles.

Akyra slowly began to make her way back to the tent.