CRUSADES || CURSED ONES || {SemiAdvanced} || ROLE-PLAY

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    Cal watched as he tied the last bit of the shirt, and stood up slowly, it was very difficult with one arm. He had begun to like this Quinn guy, mysterious, but methodical. He pushed back the thoughts of Arisu, he needed to push his emotions for her deep inside himself. He glanced over at his mangled arm, then heard the cries of Milo. He sighed, "Well you did rip my arm off, and it's bleeding fairly heavily. So pretty bad. Also o can see you feel bad, don't apologize, it'd be a waste of breath." He slowly followed Quinn , knowing it would be dumb to escape now.

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    Verity bowed her head to the older male, then stepped back. Being so close to Cal... didn't feel right. Sure, he might be in extreme pain, but that didn't mean she had to start showing him compassion. Shaking her head, she turned away. Perhaps she should go back to base. Clearly, there was nothing she could do here. Starting on the path back home, she tried not to think of what had just happened, but rather what might come along in the future.
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    Mobile again! Sorry. Bit busy this week, I'm almost better, but have a ton of missing work the teachers are cramming in before finals week. Haha!


    Fallen
    Upon hearing Quinn, Fallen jogged back to the square. He nodded and picked up the box, after that he came back to the group. "Okay Cal. In favor of not killing you, your going to tell us where you work. Okay?" Fallen smiled sweetly, but with a hint of smirk. "I think you owe us that much, hmm?" (We need to go save Afia soon.) The redhead patted the man on the uninjured shoulder heavily. He glanced over at Quinn, "Good job patching him up, don't want him dieing on us. We aren't murderers, but we can bring em to the brink of death." Fallen let out a hearty laugh.


    Sky Axel
    When Sky let go of Milo, she pushed the hair out of his eyes, then wiped away some of the blood and tears from around his eyes and cheek. "You okay now?" She held his cheek, making sure to be soft. Sky now understood why her brother was so careful when he saved her from the government, they broke her, she was two fragile pieces, but slowly, with the help of everyone, she was mended back together. Sky wasn't just Subject-162 anymore, she was Sky Axel again, and forever. This is the state Milo was in. Two separate Milo, one was the sweet and caring, the other controlled by the chip in his head. Sky was aware of his fragility and with the help of Quinn and Fallen, she goes to mend Milo.

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    Cal smiled sarcastically, "You already know Flameboy, remember I'm a government dog apparently?" He smiled, and crossed his arm, it still felt awkward not having his other. Which made the whole thing much weirder. He looked down at his stained dress shirt, damn he needed a new outfit.

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    Quinn~
    Quinn gave a small nod at Fallen, not saying anything at the compliment that was given until a few seconds after. "But we better get him back anyways, other wise it'll be the blood loss that kills him. Not that I don't mind slaughtering government workers. But you know." He hissed slightly, his face falling back to his normal, cold, yet somehow sour expression at the same time. The only reason he was keeping this male alive was purely because of Milo. He would be torn up to see this man die that he had in directly caused.
    Turning around by Fallen's new nickname he cocked an eyebrow. He suddenly frowned at Cal before slapping his arm away from crossing. "Stop moving so much, unless you feel like being drained of blood." He growled, not caring if he got a retort from Cal.
    Trying to keep brushing himself off, and picking at the blood stains on his skin he placed his hands into his face. He knew that to do the last thing to patch up this male was to take a large piece of skin and fold and stitch it over the open flesh. This would make it more of a stump then a worn down stub.
    The way he learned all of this? Galatia. His adopted father had a knack for healing, and killing. Which seemed rather odd considering, but it work non the less. He had taught Quinn quite a few tricks, but to say he was absolutely great at them would be a lie.
    Suddenly, was reminded of something that he had to do before hand. "Hey flameboy, we need to talk when we get back." He mentioned, using the new nickname adapted by Cal. But, the words where all very dry, serious, and relaxed. He had a lot of things on his plate right now, but at the moment, he knew he would forget to talk to the red head if he didn't do so as soon as he could in a private setting.
    Giving one more frown at the box, he glanced back at Sky and Milo, trying to block the male's missing arm as much as he could. He was un amused when he heard the other male telling Milo what he had done, and his annoyance continued towards Cal. If this male lived long enough, he would learn not to mess with Milo, that was the only rule Quinn had towards his room mates.


    Milo~
    Milo let out a small squeak as he heard Cal approach. His pulse increased in beats per second, his worry grew and boiled within him like an upset monster, trying to dig it's way out. But, it was by what he said he let out a yelp. His arm? Milo's tears started again, and as he let out another pitiful noise, he gripped onto Sky's wrists after she had pushed him away.
    This was clearly one of the most drastic thing she had done behind killing someone. His throat seemed to close up more, making him unable to say anything. He was worn out by now, he felt like he couldn't cry anymore, but knew he would most likely have a worse break down later. Feeling her hand gently cup his face, he looked back down at her. His eyes where starting to water again after the breaking of the news, but forced his muscles to slack more. He gave a numb feeling nod, making sure not cry again so she would have to wipe off his tears again.
    "Thank you.." the noise hardly came out, as he sniffled again, squeezing his optics tightly together once more, as if to shield himself from crying or seeing what massacre happened.
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    Oliver was looking through the cameras before seeing a message. Cal was captured by Crusades. "You owe me again, Cal. I wonder what he did. Send in my dogs." He ordered someone he put in charge of keeping track of them. Five people were let out of their cells. Two men, two females, and one- Oliver did not know. It added mystery to this person. The five showed up in his office. "It is time I actually use you five. An ally I guess you could call him has been captured by the terrorist group known as the Crusades. He is missing an arm by the way." He informed them. They all remained silent slowly nodding their head. "Do not, by all means, harm any civilians. We must protect them. Just get Cal. If it needs to be done, you can kill the Crusades."
    The five nodded before being led to the truck. The two men were Gregor Hartway, a giant man who could travel through the air, and Vadim Kirk, a thin muscular man who cold stretch his body. The two females were Susan Fairway, a scarred, short woman who could scream that leaves some paralyzed, and Charlotte Bentley, who looked like a meth head; missing teeth, hair falling out, just a vile looking woman. Charlotte could heal others, but the cost was she would feel the pain for a short amount of time. Then mostly referred as he, was Fable. He was an androgynous looking fellow. Fable's ability was similar to that of a chameleon. For example, he could stand near to bricks and look like what is behind him. Each of these couldn't really think for themselves, at least to Oliver's knowledge.

    Mobile still ;)


    Sky Axel
    The short girl smiled up at Milo, who was trying so hard trying not to cry again. It was obvious he was physically tired from the tears and the guilt. With just her mind, Sky can do little things to change the wold, this time she made the world look softer to Milo, even the bloodied stump that was once an arm seemed less- brutal. Sky knew it wouldn't help much, but it could help with Milo's fidgeting and jumpiness. At the very least calm him down some what. From Milo's point of view, the world gradually change, unnoticeable by the eye, but enough for his mind to pick up on the brighter colors, the cleaner smell. Sky wouldn't be able to hold it long, the illusion she had weaved would slowly dissappear, though the effected would not notice.
    "Hey, Milo." Sky spoke to him, lightly, "This type of things happen. Okay?" Her bright hazel eyes meeting his, "That's the way the world is now. I don't like it, and I know niether do you, but that's why we are here, to change that and make it easier for future generations." Sky gripped his hand, barely being able to fit her hand in his. "Now let's go home. Okay? Well find a home. All of us." She let go of Milo's hand, but stayed near by incase he needed her again. Sky stood just to the right of him, (I AM COMPLETELY FINE WITH HIM SNEAKING HIS HAND IN TO HERS OR SOMETHING LIKE THAT. IT WOULD BE ADORABLE.)


    Fallen
    He nodded, ignoring the new nickname, "Yes, we should drop Cal off at the local facility. They can deal with him." Fallen looked over at Cal. "You lead, quickly though, we don't have all day. I'm tired and I'm hungry." He flicked and hand through his hair, the blood had already dried. Great. Fallen's body was finely just cooling down, and for once he felt a chill.

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    Cal nodded, and stepped in front of the group. "Prepare to catch me if I die of blood loss" he said as he moved his body sideways, attempting to move the stumpy thing that used to be his arm. He wasn't going to lead him to his base, plus they wouldn't be able to get in, he was the only one who could actually enter. He lead them down the empty street, and smiled. "So we're even for now, I killed the child, your mutt chewed my arm off. A fair trade in my book, but you guys will get more since you've got me now. The head of the Intel division!" He honestly didn't care if he gave away his title, he enjoyed being someone's target, plus he made himself pretty clear to the Crusaiders who he was.

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    "Really? I though you where the head of the one armed men who can't keep their mouth shut corporation. Now stop moving." He growled again, reaching over to tighten one of the substitute bandages. He could see blood progressively moving its way through the fabric despite the tightened strips, the blood spotting the once white cloth that Quinn had been wearing earlier. But he should stop worrying about this man, if he wanted to die he could. By now they where at least out of Milo's basic eye shot. But, something kept him to keep tightening the bandages, despite also trying to secretly pinch him while doing so. Perhaps it was the rarely seen clear moral compass that Quinn had every once in a while to follow. Yet this man was a threat he had to keep in mind, but maybe it was the slight admiration he had for Cal. Not even close to a weird way (that's one crack ship I'm writing down) but he did put up one hell of a fight for being out numbered. Slightly wondering what Fallen thought of this man, Quinn soon realized he didn't care and gave one more sharp tug on the main place that he was trying to cut off the places basic circulation with.
    This male was extremely lucky he was a cursed. Any regular human would most likely be passed out or dead right now by the amount of blood loss in an attack like that.
    "Personally I don't think its was a fair trade at all. Only when we do the same thing with your head that we did to your arm will we be even." He reminded, his voice going from slightly on edge to taut in a matter of moments. The death of Machi still made him growl heavily as he was once again reminded of what this man did for a living. The sick b*stard. How did he sleep at night? Quinn had a hard time and he was decently sure he didn't do half the things.
    Now crossing his arms over his chest, the silver haired male studied the other two, his emotions confused on how he should feel. Eventually he just stated one thing. "Hurry up, I want to wash off and sleep."


    Milo~
    Milo continued to keep his eyes closed. He still hadn't turned around the entire time, feeling his nerves bite and pinch at his skin around the small wounds he had gotten. There was nothing even close to big, most where actually very small, the medium ones Sky had already tended to, making them not hurt as much. And by the time she spoke, Milo's optics reopened, and somehow the world seemed a little softer, rounder at the edges. The blood on his hands didn't appear as harsh, though his palms still smelled faintly of it. Though that had seemed to have died down also.
    At her statement, he seemed to relax slightly as his mind eventually came to the realization that she was indeed, right. But the real question was. But why them? Why did they have to be the ones to be burdened by such heavy thoughts, actions, duties. His thoughts rarely crossed this line, but it was always a little spooky when they did.
    At the end of it he nodded, and clenched tightly onto her hand before reluctantly letting go when she pulled away.
    Eventually the question had to come out, and the inquiry rattling his mind finally was spoken. "But why us?" He asked softly, such a big question for such a naive, innocent person. but it was small, and as they started walking he quickly reached over again, basically wrapping his arms around one of hers and halfway grasping her hand into the palm of his.
    (I couldn't resist dear XD. It was to tempting its just to cute.)
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    (Mobile again loves, I apologize. But I'm feeling the same as you Ky, I may not be very active, though I will try my best, I promise dears)

    Sky Axel
    "Because the rest of the world depends on us too. We are the strong ones now..." Sky half whispered to herself and to answer Milo's question. She slightly added a childish swing to the pairs hands, keeping beat with the group's pace, much like thingy- the metronome. Soon her heart was beating to the pace they had set and she felt oddly safe next to Milo. Like his towering body could protect her from anything, but she protected his fragility. One could only stand so much and will need to be assisted by friends.... Sky snuck a glance up at Milo.
    Somewhere in the back of her mind, halfway through the battle, the bonds on Arisu were let go of. Too preoccupied with taking care of Milo, Sky had forgotten about Arisu. Looking around the group, she finally spotted her, her face was tear stained... guilt twitched in Sky's heart. Poor girl... Seeing she was okay though lightened the load on her shoulders, Arisu just seemed a bit frightened.



    Fallen
    Fallen walked beside Quinn, brushing up against him, Fallen whispered, "I don't trust this man. Keep your eyes and ears open. Stay alert." He glared at the man infront of them. "We may have one this battle, but there is another we will have to win...."

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    Cal watched Quinn tug at his makeshift bandages again. He was
    now feeling the side effects of losing a arm. His bison began to blue, like it did when he uses to much of his power. He coughed, looking down at his hand, which was whiter than normal. Damn blood loss. "Can I show you later? I'm not feeling so go...." He collapsed to the ground, eyes wide open.

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    Verity could hear the others talking far behind her. What could they find to jab about? Maybe it's just me that's odd for not talking... Shaking her head, she hurried quietly along the abandoned alley. As a stiff, cold breeze drifted down, she pulled her thin coat more tightly around herself. She was really looking forward to a nice rest for her body, and maybe floating around a bit in her spirit form. Or course, she couldn't just do it here. Her body would fall limp and look dead, which might not be nice for the people behind her. Then again, that would be funny... she thought with a grin.
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    *takes deep breath*


    Here we go!


    So, Fallen and Quinn went to trade with Cal to get one of their members back. She turned out to be dead, as Cal killed her. There was a small skirmish, which ended in Cal's arm being ripped off by Milo. They are now taking Cal back to base as a prisoner.
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    Quinn~
    About to respond, Quinn suddenly stopped as there was a sicking sound of a body falling onto the concrete. "Sh*t, I warned you." He hissed, he knew him walking back was a bad idea, despite staying silent about it.
    Bending down, he slowly and half way carefully turned him back belly up. Reaching over with two fingers he gently pressed it against the main veins in his neck. The small divot would hopefully allow him to feel the gentle thrumming if his pulse was still going. Wondering whether or not it was worth it, he let out a heavy breath. "We could leave him or..." He sounded frustrated, gently pressing his ear up to chest. He knew leaving him would be a bad idea, especially with Quinn's, Milos, and Fallens DNA all over him. "To tell you the truth I don't know if he's going to make it." He growled, before knowing that he died, Milo would be even more upset. The bawling from earlier was nothing compared to if this man died. The last time Milo accidently killed someone he actually attacked Quinn, it was then that the silver haired male had to literally hit the other over the head with his fist to knock him out. Of course, he could have used an order to trigger the microchip and make him stop. But Quinn had panicked, he had never seen his friend like that, he was terrified, it was the first time Milo had become so tense and frightened that he lashed out at even Quinn. He actually had a pretty good scar across his chest from the incident, Milo had bit out a pretty decently big part flesh.
    The memory made him sigh, before he felt the need to try and save this man for for Milo's sake. Suddenly, he took off a few strips of the bandages, tying them together and suddenly tightening it as tight as he could at the arm pit to try and stop more of the bleeding, pressing the fabric against the open flesh. .


    Milo~
    Milo watched as their arms swung with slightly fascination. He soon gently rested his chin on her shoulder, most likely making it hard for her to walk, and caused him to hunch over due to the height difference.
    But, the small sniffles given off by Arisu made him tense. His automatic thoughts went quickly to help her. Quickly leading Sky over, he took his hand away slowly as they arrived. His own reddened face from his tears was dying down, but his eyes still glimmered and was glazed over with worry. "Are you alright?" He asked suddenly, his own nerves having died down for the condition of Cal due to help of Sky despite the massive injury he had given to the other. By now he seemed to care more Arisu's well being more then his own by now.
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    (Dead muse and mobile huns! There's also a little recap up above love!)

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    OOC;; And then there's Kindred stuck in a town somewhere.







    IC;; The young girl suddenly took an interest to a cafe-looking shop that she passed by. She stopped to look at it as mesmerizing scents flowed out of the shop and into her nose. Kindred smiled and walked inside it, looking around at the young girls serving many different people, from kids to elders. It was a peaceful cafe, and it was certainly adorable. Kindred looked around at the cute decorations as she smiled. A server walked up to her, and asked for what she needed. "What do you serve?" Kindred asked politely. The girl, who introduced herself as Lissa, named everything on the menu by heart. She put her hand in front of her and smiled, while Kindred laughed as she thought of what to get. Suddenly, she realized she didn't actually have any money. "Oh.." Kindred started. "I, uh, don't have any money, ma'am." Lissa looked disappointed. "Aw, that sucks." The server stopped to think for a moment, and smiled. Kindred was still shocked to see that she didn't run away in fear, nor scream because of her origins. The young girl stood there, waiting for a response from the server that was beaming with joy. "How about I treat ya, stranger?" She clapped her hands and grabbed Kindred's arm to bring her to a table. Kindred, still shocked at what she had said and how strong she was, widened her eyes as the young girl sat her down at a table and asked for what she wanted. "Here!" A menu was plopped on the table in front of her. "Anything you want, my treat!" Kindred looked up as she started- "You don'-" Lissa shushed her and smiled, as Kindred turned her head to the Menu. Many sweets, hot chocolate, muffins, they had it all. "Uhm, may I have the strawberry cheesecake?" Lissa nodded with joy as she ran over to the counter and asked for some cheesecake. "Strange." Kindred muttered to herself. "What is this... is it a dream?" She has never felt such kindness, but it felt nice. Her stomach growled as Lissa hopped over to her table. "A slice of cheesecake, here we are!" She said with a kind smile. Kindred smiled at her for the very first time. "T-Thank you.. I've never had someone be as kind to me as you are being right now.." She picked up the fork as Lissa bowed, and skipped away. Kindred smiled as she started chewing the nicely made cheesecake. It was surprisingly good! "Thank you.." She whispered as silence filled the room. Darkness. Suddenly, all Kindred could see was cement and buildings as she was laying sideways on a bench, shuddering. Her eyes filled with tears as she realized that it was just... a dream.
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    Sky Axel
    Sky trailed behind Milo, letting him deal with Arisu. Sky was still quite upset with her. She still couldn't believe she worked for the government. It never occurred to Sky that Arisu could have, Nevermind that. Sky was wrong to trust Arisu, and she wanted to be "friends" again, Arisu would have to earn back Sky's trust.
    Sky gazed at Arisu, slight hate flickered through her eyes, then hurt, then only sadness. She couldn't imagine what drove Arisu to do what she did, but Sky would try.


    Fallen
    Fallen huffed, "Come on, we were almost to the facility. I could feel it." He trotted of to the fainted Cal and picked him up off the ground, "Grab the other shoulder Quinn," Fallen grunted, feeling trapped by the weight of Cal. "Looks like we will have to carry him after all.



    (Sorry for it being short guys! I am about to eat. No phones st the dinner table, also I will be putting the roster at the bottom of my posts, and if you would like to, feel free! }

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    CHARACTERS ROSTER:

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    ooc: hey ⍟мιкαċċнι♄, how about I meet Kindred? Verity is kinda ahead of the group at the moment, so we can have some privacy. ;)


    ic: Verity shook the crazy thought of scaring the others out of her head. They certainly didn't need it at the moment. In fact, she doubted that some of them even had a sense of humor. As she shivered in the cold, she heard a slight rustling noise come from somewhere ahead of her. Jumping behind a building corner, she grabbed her staff from her pocket and made it grow to shoulder length size. Peeking out, she spotted what seemed to be a... lump... on a bench. A person? Cautiously, Verity stepped out, gripping her staff in both hands.
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