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Author Topic: A World at War (Open)  (Read 3807 times)

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Re: A World at War (Open)
« Reply #15 on: December 04, 2015, 04:44:40 PM »
Through all the commotion, the thief had gotten away. Noticing he took flight, ENOJI jumped and took flight in chase of the thief, realizing he was trying to get away. None of the maneuvers seemed to deter ENOJI, as the hard bank to the right caused ENOJI to catch up, almost within arms reach of the thief. He noticed Tempest in front of the thief and wondered if he was trying to catch up, or regain his stolen-stolen property. ENOJI kept a good distance from both the theif and the red panda from this point on.
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Re: A World at War (Open)
« Reply #16 on: December 06, 2015, 07:43:29 AM »
The soldiers marched closer and closer. It seemed like there where more than just 50. 100? No, 200? Maybe. But all you knew was that there was too many. Some of the soldiers began to scan the area like they heard something. One looked into the treeline screaming, "I hear you! Come out with you're hands up! I also saw you! Red Panda and a Otter! Come out or we will burn this forest down with you in it!" His uniform looked more formal then the rest of them. He seemed to be an officer.

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Re: A World at War (Open)
« Reply #17 on: December 09, 2015, 05:16:56 PM »
     Swimming.
 
     Mark loved swimming.
 
     Except this was different.
 
     Instead of swimming, he was being dragged over the rocks.
 
     The rocks on the riverbed.
 
     Now why would somebody drag him like that?  Rocks were . . . rocky.  And hurt.
 
     “Need to my house . . . least safe.”
 
     The words registered, distantly.  Who was that?  Where did they think they could go?
 
     Didn’t they know that very few places were about to be safe?
 
     And he was still being dragged, rocks digging into his skin.
 
     Come to think of it – where was the water?  If Mark was at the riverbed, why he couldn’t he feel it?
 
     Instead, he just felt the same muffled dullness from being surrounded by it.
 
     But he could still hear.  And now he picked up a different sound.
 
     Ktack-ktack-ktack-ktack-ktack-ktack-ktack.
 
     What was that?  Mark knew it, but couldn’t place it.  The sound was almost pleasant in its repetitive execution.
 
     Then, alongside it.  High pitched trills.  Singing?
 
     Mark felt his entire body seize up as he registered what it really was – screaming.  The other sound was gunfire.  “Need to go to my house . . . least that place safe.”
 
     The earlier words arrived back to him in his mind, an echo of thought.  But he was still having trouble putting the situation together again.  Mark, think!
 
     Using much of his might to pull out memories, Mark could think back to arriving.  And the imminence . . . of the invasion.
 
     Mark forced himself to continue thinking, despite the immense effort it demanded of him.  The invasion had been coming, they’d said that.  And his mission, his mission, it was ever so important.  But . . . he couldn’t continue, could he?
 
     No, he had to.  He would.  The mission brings peace, and peace would bring joy.  Joy was the secret to a happy life.
 
     So since Mark needed to continue his mission, he needed to stop swimming.  His mind was becoming more coherent by the second, but he needed help.  And help, friends, was only a hypodermic needle away.
 
     Finally coming to consciousness, Mark felt, vividly, the shearing pain in his side.  Thankfully, though, his left side had been cut open and exposed, so rudely exposed, while the needle he sought was in his right pocket, meaning he wouldn't have to move on that side. Now, this was supposed to be a last minute resort.  Or, rather, more accurately, the needle had a specific use unless he had to use it for an emergency before that specific time came.  An emergency like now, he thought, qualified nicely.
 
     He was aware of the fact that he’d been correct – he was being dragged over rocks.  And a shockingly tiny Red Panda was dragging him – shockingly tiny for all his (her?) strength.
 
     Wait, think back.  That voice had sounded female.  Assuming it had come from the Panda before him, then this Panda was probably a her.
 
     As his trembling hand slipped into his right pocket, claws closing around the needle, he heard a new voice.
 
     "I hear you! Come out with your hands up! I also saw you! Red Panda and a Otter! Come out or we will burn this forest down with you in it!" The voice was serious, demanding, rough.  And Mark couldn't be sure without visual confirmation, but he was pretty sure that it was a human voice.  An Arestoskan soldier, likely.
 
     Shit.  This was getting worse by the second.  Vigor renewed at the newfound threat, Mark jammed the hypodermic needle into his leg right there in the pocket and let the rush of adrenaline come over him.
 
« Last Edit: December 10, 2015, 08:55:22 AM by Oceanic815 »
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Re: A World at War (Open)
« Reply #18 on: December 09, 2015, 11:56:12 PM »
The convoy stopped to see what was going on. What seemed to be a General walked up the officer and spoke to him in a calm manor, "What is the meaning of this? Under no circumstances are we to stop this convoy. The invasion started today, we can not be sitting here trying to find these two people. Were sitting ducks. Do you understand?"


The officer looked at the general and stood at attention, "Understood sir." He saluted and motioned the convoy to keep moving.


Before they started moving he pointed at five soldiers in heavy armor. He spoke to them but what they said was not audible, he pointed at the woods then motioned them to start moving. They proceeded to walk towards the woods with weapons in hand. 

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