forum Dystopian Warrior Roleplay (Closed)

Started May 16, 2018 by @Imperfect_Autumn group

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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.

Kasey was still hiding in the tech wing. She wasn't one for fighting, unless it was necessary.

(K)
Everyone in the infirmary freezes as the screams of the soldiers hit a large volume

Akyra had taken out at least sixty soldiers by the end of the battle. Any of the King's soldiers left living had fled back to their master, and the remaining rebel soldiers were hauling their wounded to the medic tents.
She stayed on the roof, looking over the torn, bloodied field they had been using just that morning to train.
She let out yet another slightly crazed giggle, a manic gleam in her eye.
Holding her hands out in front of her, she admired the way the sunlight filtered through her fingers, which had, just moments ago, been directing energy to kill the King's soldiers.

Ian races up the stairs toward the roof

Akyra began to sing to herself as she watched the sun rise (imma pretend it had been night).
"Put on your war paint
You are a brick tied to me that’s dragging me down
Strike a match, and I’ll burn you to the ground
We are the jack-o-lanterns in July
Setting fire to the sky
Here, here comes this rising tide so come on."
The king wanted to make me his weapon, but now I can hurt him instead.

Ian runs out onto the roof to see Akyra. He pauses

"Put on your war paint
Cross walks and crossed hearts and hope to die
Seal the clouds with grey lining
So we can take the world back from the heart-attacked
One maniac at a time we will take it back
You know time crawls on when you’re waiting for the song to start
So dance along to the beat of your heart."

Ian shudders at the music. He crouches slightly, walking along the roof to the side of Akyra. He had a sniper in his hands and her aims it over the edge about ten yards away from her

"Bring home the boys in scraps
Scrap metal the tanks
Get hitched make a career out of robbing banks
Because the world is just a teller and we are wearing black
She broke our spirits with no impact."
As she continued to sing, tears began to stream down her face.

(So we can take the world back from the heart-attacked
One maniac at a time we will take it back
You know time crawls on when you’re waiting for the song to start
So dance alone to the beat of your heart)
Ian looks up at her then though his scope heads-hotting three soldiers