forum Dystopian Warrior Roleplay (Closed)

Started May 16, 2018 by @Imperfect_Autumn group

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Ian nods and a second later the bullet popped out into his hand, "Alright.. Almost done."

(Gah, paperwork…)

Amethyst let out a hiss of pain when the bullet came out and simply nodded in acknowledgment of Ian's words.

(Oh yeah…)
He puts the scalpel and the bullet on the tray then picks up the needle with thread

Peeking through her eyelashes, Amethyst saw the needle.

This is going to hurt, she thought, closing her eyes again and already mentally preparing herself for it.

"Alright. Deep breath." Ian commands as he starts stitching the wound

Amethyst did as Ian said, holding as still as possible.

I'm really glad Akyra isn't here right now. This would be way too much for her.

Ian stitches the wound then wraps it, "Alright. You ok." He stands then rushes toward another injured without another word

Amethyst opened her eyes when Ian finished, and she looked over at her shoulder. Satisfied with it, she nodded.

"Thanks," she called, making her way out of the tent and back to the warriors.

Ian doesnt looks up but he heard her thanks

(Mornin')

The battle has been going on for about twenty minutes, give or take. Soldiers on both sides had fallen, though, to Akyra's relief, mostly the King's soldiers. Her hands were again shaking in anticipation.
She pulled out her transmitter. "Are you ready for me, Amethyst?"

(Went out to lunch out-of-the-blue, but I'm back now.)

Amethyst was still working her way toward the front lines when she heard Akyra transmitting to her.

"Yes. Go for it," she said, her voice still a little rough from her pain.

"Alrighty"
From her position on the roof, Akyra had a perfect view of the battle, and the perfect location to work from.
She held her hands out in front of her and breathed deeply.
And so it began.
A group of about eight of the King's soldiers on the ground to her left began screaming. All of them were experiencing the worst fear of their lives. Their hearts were beating uncontrollably fast and their breathing was rapid and uneven. They began to shake and writhe, some pounding their heads on the ground, seeking escape from their own minds.
About thirty seconds passed before all of them fell to the ground.
Scared to death, a saying had never been so literal, and Akyra didn't know whether to be disgusted or proud.

Odin watched as some of the soldiers collapsed around him. What the… He took the opportunity to hit a nearby soldier with the butt of his gun, before shooting at ones further away.

Ian had watched the soldiers from the tent entrance. He was stunned and staring

Akyra scanned the battlefield looking for her next targets.
Spotting another group of soldiers, now on her right, she smirked.
Perfect
She held her hands out, fingers spread wide, then clenched them into fists.
All of the soldier's helmets crunched, collapsing inwards and crushing the skulls they contained.
The rebel soldiers that had been fighting them looked around in fear and confusion, causing her to smirk again.
Akyra began to giggle to herself as she again looked across the battlefield…

Ian backed up as more and more soldiers crumpled under Akyra's power

As soldiers crumbled in front of Amethyst, the ones who didn't grew more and more confused. Helmets crunched, and Amethyst hoped that Akyra wasn't going too far. She didn't want her cousin to get too carried away and do something she might regret later.

Akyra giggled to herself as more soldiers fell.
They don't even know what hit 'em!
Choosing another group, she reached her hands towards them, sending waves of emotion to their minds.
As their hearts filled with fear and paranoia, they turned on each other, killing one another instead of the rebels.
Another five down! she thought with an unnerving smile. Nobody, especially not that King, is gonna hurt my family.