Stranded...

[Angder]

Fout heard the roar. it sounded close. "oh... oh crap... he... he survived?!" Fout began to move away from the Roar, He was not even sure where the base was anymore but he wanted to go anywhere but here.

[The Past]

Geoff tried to stand back up and continue walking, but his bleeding arms and body were too weak to move anymore. He flopped back down.

He cried out weakly. "Fout...!"

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[Chains]

I hear geoff fall down outside and limp out and drag him bag in the base.

[Angder]

Fout leans against another tree. he felt weak, he just needed to rest a while... he sat down, his back to the tree, and shut his eyes...

Just a few minutes rest...

Fout fell unconscious from bloodloss.

((Need to sleep, go on without me, I am unconscious anyway. Night all. ))

[Chains]

I had put my leg in a splint before passing out.

[HollowOfHaze]

Galen had seen Tybalt get up with a start. He had seen him leave in a hurry for no apparent reason.
Weaponless, mildly eccentric, and desperate, all Tybalt had apparently strived for was to get home.
It had been several hours without his return now. Galen was starting to get somewhat worried about this new predicament as he sat in the ship processing the hise of the two killed incinerators.
Worried enough to go off immediately into the jungle to search for a deer who would just as likely be charred by a pack of incinerators as he might be alive? No. He had heard the slightest hint of commotion throughout the day, but he had attributed this to the wildlife.
What really caught his attention was the gunshot. A single shot, nothing more. But he knew for a fact that it meant that someone else was out there.
He prepped his gear, shifted to fullform to aid in speed, and darted into the forest as fast as possible. On him, he carried two new items: a small pouch of flint, and the bag made of the flesh of an incinerator, holding the creature's volatile fuel within. It could possibly come in use if he felt the need to level a good expanse of the forest.


The first scent that reached him was comprised of blood. Lots of blood, probably not all from one person, and definitely not all from one species.
He carried on in midform after he had passed the first several dozen trees.

[The Past]

((I'm not a doctor, but people who pass out from blood loss kinda-sorta need serious medical attention, right? Fout and Geoff may be a bit screwed. ))


((Also, that nap I had ended up a nearly-11 hour sleep. I wasn't even that tired! ))

((Now I'mma just wait for other people to pop in... *impatient flailing commences*))

(([flailing intensifies]))

[Angder]

((Same boat Evna... on all 3 counts ))

((*Flails*))

[Chains]

(don't know when I can get on. have something going on today. I am passed out just go on without me for now)

[The Past]

((Ya know what?: https://youtu.be/C-oNWtAKNfk?t=2m18s ))

Geoff began to regain consciousness. He opened his eyes to find himself laying on his stomach in the base, where the limping Chains managed to drag him to safety. Splotches of blood littered the ground around him. His overworked body felt heavy and sore, the slices and bite marks burned, but he tried his best to ignore all of that. He glanced up to see Chains sleeping soundly with a hastily-made splint. But he didn't see Fout.

Fout ran ahead of them. He should have arrived here before they did. Perhaps he went out to do something, though he was in no condition to so. He had to stay and rest... unless...

Panic setting in again, Geoff struggled to push himself onto his feet. He finally managed it, and after checking on Chains, he hobbled out of the base. He nearly tripped over as he got to the entrance, but grabbed onto the wooden wall's edge. He stepped out and called out for Fout repeatedly, pausing to listen closely for an answer.

((Alright ))

[Angder]

Fout opened his eyes... he thought he could hear his name being called... he wanted to call back... but then he remembered the roar.

"ge... Ge... Geoff..." Fout stammered... knowing no-one could hear him

He looked at his arm... he had to stop the bleeding. He grabbed some leaves off the ground, and managed to cover the wound. stopping the bleeding... "I... I need to get back to base..."

[The Past]

Geoff awkwardly ran further out and continued to call. He hoped Fout just got lost, but he feared the worst. If he was still conscious out there, he needed to signal him and let him know where to go.

He took a breath and let out a roar, the tail-end of it turning into more of a wail.

Legs weak and shaky, he let himself softly fall to his knees. He had never been so scared for someone's safety before. And if Fout felt as bad as he did...

((I should note that, because he's a bear, the roar shouldn't be confused with anything else.
Just in case. ))

[Angder]

Fout heard Geoff's roar. what was he thinking? what next? going to start shooting again?! Fout forced himself to his feet. he felt lightheaded, and leant against the tree for support. He then started moving towards the Roar.

Now I am being dumb... going towards the bear with a death-wish...

[The Past]

((It wasn't meant to be that loud. ))

Geoff sat on his knees, hands against the ground, waiting.

[Chains]

I awoke, looking around me. I was a little confussed of where I was; but, I was able to quickly figure where I was.
"Geoff," I call out.
( I am able to be on for a few minutes before I have to go.)