Rowan has tears pouring down her face as she lifted Yuki's body across her back, trying to distribute the weight. Everything became a blur as she staggered to the door, drenched in blood. Soldiers rushed past her. It see,ed like ages as she ran with Yuki. She had to get to Armand's office. Hopefully he was okay, but she had no time to check.
(Can't really respond until I wake up.)
(Got it. I'll add more.)
Rowan set Yuki down in Armand's chair and practically trashed his office in srpearch of bandages. She could clean the cut later if she had too, but for now the bleeding needed to be stemmed. The patching of the would was sloppy, but secure. Yuki was breathing shallowly. She was still alive. Rowan was exhausted and covered in dry blood, making her skin itch. But as alarms blared around them, Rowan sat loyally by Yuki's side, waiting for her to wake.
(That was nice writing. Just have to wait for Armand. Your character is so optimistic, assuming she will wake up! I'm pretty sure I won't let Yuki die.)
(Thank you! I can't wait for @SincereBeastie to get back so we can keep going. I can't wait to find out what happens next lol)
The announcement had been made that the competitors were taking too long to fight, and then hell began to rain down.
A large bot walked into the arena; one that Armand recognized as a design of his own. It was a lethal military bot, that wasn't produced because of the material cost. But he knew how deadly it was. Heavy metal feet shook the ground as it slowly pounded towards the pair, before stopping and raising an arm. The worst part about this robot was that it was controlled wireless by someone in a different location. The wrist of it rotated.
Armand recognized the move, getting ready to move, and as soon as the robot fired its whole hand off at the pair he'd decide where the projectile was moving and act, quickly mustering all of his strength to nearly tossing Petree back from him, propelling himself the opposite way. The hand smashed into the arena wall behind them, Armand falling backwards, but scrambling quickly to his feet and looking back at it for the next move, and it was already working on it. Armand winced as the wind was knocked out of him from behind, and pain shot through him from nose to toe. The robot swung the hand back towards himself on a rope, catching him with the projectile nearly as large as his torso.
He was down, and the bot stepped towards him; he thought he could feel his heart change it's rhythm due to the vibration caused by it's massive feet, getting close. He couldn't move; his already weak body in too much pain to do much. Then it moved in to finish the job quickly; he could see the shadow over his head of the sole.
"THE PRESIDENT IS DEAD!!" Rang out as the robot creaked and halted.
"THE PRESIDENT IS DEAD!!"
Nyir leapt from her seat as all the commanders and generals around her fell into hysteria. The chaos was actually in her favor. She wanted to say she was surprised, but the fire in Yuki's eyes had told her everything. President Harris' death was unfortunate, but not devastating. She jumped into action, hurrying down into the arena before any of the other soldiers could react.
"Thief, Armand, let's go," she ordered.
Armand heaved an aching sigh before shoving himself up to his knees, then his feet, needing a couple more. "Damn it. I'll try." straightening his back with a bit of an unsettling crack.
"Don't take all day," she said briskly, offering her arm in support. "In minutes the entire Society is going to be a bloodbath. You don't want to be here for that."
Petree sighed.
"Fine." she followed Nyir out. "Where's Yuki and Rowan?"
"I don't know for sure," she said, leading them down the chaotic hallways, "but I'm assuming not too far from Harris' body."
"You mean…" Petree's voice trailed off. "I never knew Yuki would actually do it."
Armand tried not to hand to Nyir's arm too heavily, but he was afraid he'd really done a number on his back, wincing as his breath caught from the pain in his ribs every couple of strides. "They're in my office, I'm sure of it." He let out a long exhale. "You two should go and make sure they are okay. I will catch up." releasing Nyir and gripping his knees.
"Are you certain?" she questioned, watching him struggle for a moment. "I don't want you killed. This place is a ticking time bomb."
"Nyir, you know they're more important. It's fine."
Nyir wanted to disagree, but she just rolled her eyes instead. "I know by now I can't stop you. I'd warn you not to be stupid, but every time I do, you do something stupid. Good luck." She took Petree by the arm and strode away.
"Who knows. Maybe it'll be different this time." chuckling a little as he rested against the wall. "I'm sorry I'm such a weakling." But he said it in a joking manner, like they were running a friendly race and he'd lost.
He stood there for a moment; trying to think of what to do now. It was just escape. But he needed to think of the resources they had here that would help them do so. And where would they go?
"I'm not a thief anymore." Petree said to Nyir once Armand had walked away.
"Congrats," Nyir said sarcastically, "it doesn't matter now. The Society that you stole from is on the brink of total collapse anyway." She knew she was being cruel, but she was stressed. The soldiers running past, the panic –it was a situation she wasn't quite prepared for.
"Well, you can stop calling me thief. I thought you were on the Society's side! You kind of sound like Yuki."
Nyir gave a mirthless laugh. "I've always sounded like Yuki. It's nothing new." She sighed, trying to calm down some. "I was on the Society's side, but I know better than to think the Society is a side anymore. Without a leader, it will go into political chaos, and the rebellion will strike. I will fight the rebellion as I always have, but you don't have to get caught in the crosshairs."
"So, why can't you get a new leader? The rebels don't exactly have a leader either, and we've been doing fine." This was only a tiny lie.
Nyir smirked. "If I were a general I would consider. But no captain would ever be elected. Especially not a captain who had known dealings with a traitor."
"Why not?" Petree had trouble seeing why this Society couldn't get a new captain/leader. "A second ago you said the Society was falling apart. Who cares about the dealing with traitors thing anymore?"
Nyir fell quiet. She wasn't arrogant enough to believe that she would be a good leader. She was only a captain. Then again, with Harris out of the way, now would be a perfect time to seize power. But did she want power? "Theoretically," Nyir began, "would the rebellion back me as a leader? Because if I could end this war, I would."
Nyir fell quiet. She wasn't arrogant enough to believe that she would be a good leader. She was only a captain. Then again, with Harris out of the way, now would be a perfect time to seize power. But did she want power? "Theoretically," Nyir began, "would the rebellion back me as a leader? Because if I could end this war, I would."
"If you were on our side, sure, you can be leader, but you're not." Petree said.
"I mean, if I were to change the Society. Disband it. Would the rebellion, without a cause, die out?"
(I WON’T LET THIS DIE!!!)
Yuki opened her eyes. Was she seeing double vision? Everything was lined with a thick layer of black. She was about to freak. Am I back in the torture camp?! This can’t be! In the corner of her failing vision was Rowan. Yuki relaxed knowing she wasn’t in the torture camp, but realized that she failed her attempt at sucicide. “Why the hell aren’t I dead?”, she faintly asked.
(COME ON PEOPLE, I’M BORED AND ALL THE ROLEPLAYS ARE DEAD!!!)
(Sorry for being away so long. I got really sick. So, where are we?)