The Twisted Earth (Post-apocalyptic Role play) (Started - Closed)

[StormShaun]

Shaun looked towards Ashe by the door, Blake's words hit a nerve, Maybe he ain't so bad after all? Shaun questioned his thoughts. "We were thinking about untying Blake, personally I think it would be a good idea if we untied him to let him rest for a while...." Shaun spoke with a concerned and worried expression on his face, he was worried about Blake's physical state, but also concerned that he might go crazy and attack everyone again.

Shaun sighed as he thought about the outcomes of this decision, "I think it would be a good idea to get everyone together and ask if we should untie him before we leave...sorry mate but we have to think about the well being of everyone else" Shaun suggested to the other two as he looked at Blake with deep thought.

 

[Tips_of_Fingers]

"I'm not your "mate", heathen." Blake spat. His words were not as hard as they could have been, a testament to his exhaustion. "I feel fine," he growled, "I'm no longer a risk." He chuckled hoarsely. "I will become a risk if you don't untie me right now."

 

[Tortilla the Hun]

Irish shook his head, sympathizing with Blake but uncertain as to what would the best course of action would be. He screatched his scruffy cheek for moment as he thought, then spoke without turning his gaze from Blake. "Shaun, why don't ye 'ead outside, I don't think ye're doin' much good 'ere. Alrigh'..." he turned to Ashe before continuing with his plan, "I'm gonna untie him, and I need ye to stand watch in the 'allway. Make sure the doctor doesn't decide to come pokin' around and make sure Blake 'ere doesn't go mad again." He looked back at the struggling, tied heap on the floor. "I can't just leave 'im tied up, it just ain't righ'."

 

[StormShaun]

Shaun pouted at the point, but it made sense, Shaun likes to make people feel better, but he cares about safety the most, "Fine, Ill be by the humvee" Shaun said with a frown. As Shaun left he grabbed the medical box in the med bay but before he left for the outside he said to Mortis, "I wouldn't go in there if I were you, Blake is extremely annoyed...and rude!" He said before carrying on his duty and took the box outside and sat on the back of the humvee, waiting for them to leave.

 

[Mr.Ivebeenframed]

Ashe nodded and went to the alleyway, magnum ready. Before she left, Ashe whispered back.

"Good luck..." Ashe said before going off to the alleyway. She swore she heard the doctor's maniacal laughter coming through the doors. Ashe was reminded of one of the stories that her father used to tell. It was a pre-war story about a maniac scientist, cobbling together pieces of dead people in order to make a human being. Frankenstein was it?

Either way she stood at guard making sure that the dear scientist doesn't send Blake into a raging fit and probably killing all of them. She wished that Delrath was here, at least he would have proved interesting to talk to.

 

[tobi the good boy]

Mortis watched with feigned interest as the fool stormed from the blood and bile drenched room into the sun scorched earth of the wastes, each one of his frustrated strides kicking small clouds of dust and dirt into the winds. Mortis, finding no pleasure in the observation of the lesser, returned his curious gaze to the slaughtered stranger lying atop the counter before him. The body was in tatters, the torso pulled apart with the organs placed neatly on the shelves that littered the small store room, limbs either flayed to reveal the crimson muscle that lay beneath the skin or de-boned leaving nothing but a sleeve of flesh and sinew. Even the figures face wasn't spared the macabre escapade, the skin was stapled back from the bridge of the nose with a shaved skull that had been poorly reassembled after a cranium inspection.

"Bored..." Echoed the gleeful voice of the depraved doctor. The body had rendered nothing of value aside from the brief escapism that comes with the interlude between reality and imagination, a conduit. He was so sure there had been some sort of connection between this corpse and his prey's little outburst that he went to the lengths of completely desecrating the body to solve the puzzle only to realise the pieces didn't

"You, should go inspect Blake he might be broken?" Echoed the contorted tones of Mortis' voice as he chimed mockingly through the disembodied head of their tag along. The doctor grasped the chunk of meat and bone and brought those two shallow, bloody sockets to his eye level, staring intently into the pockets of where the eye's of his patient had been.

"Break my toys...?" Mortis whispered to the lifeless stranger, his voice was soft and laced with a foreign mixture of curiosity and confusion. This sullen expression lasted mere seconds before being completely overwhelmed by bellows of laughter. Mortis turned on his heel, threw the skull over his shoulder into the open chest cavity of the patient and skipped out of the operating room and into the alleyway separating him and his prey, with Delrath's lost lapdog being the sole thing standing in his way.

"Hello, Ashe..."

 

[Tortilla the Hun]

Irish kneeled and inspected the expert knots for a moment, attempting to recreate the technique in his mind, then pushed the thought aside to work on untying Blake's bindings. Leading the end of the rope through various loops and slips, the merchant spoke to nearly unbound man, attempting to lighten the mood a bit. "Y'know, 'tis a good thing ye woke when ye did, ot'erwise ye'd 'ave the lot of malcontents to deal wit' rather than yer ol' pal, Irish. Although, I can only imagine the surprise ye 'ad when I walked through tha' door. It did seem apparent tha' ye weren't expecting me - tha' I can be sure of." By that point, the rope slackened and Irish removed the bindings entirely. He allowed Blake a moment to regain some energy and at the same time began looping the rope neatly for later use. Slinging the looped rope over his shoulder, he offered Blake a helping hand. "I'm sure tha' floor is mighty comfortable, though let's find ye a better place to rest, eh?"

 

[Tips_of_Fingers]

Blake allowed Irish to help him off the floor but pushed the merchant aside once he was steady on his feet. "I'm fine, trader. Any water to be had?" Blake growled, then, after a brief pause he sighed. "Thanks, by the way. I know it can't have been easy restrainin' me. Sometimes it's really intense..." He stared at Irish's battered and swollen face. "And I'm sorry about your nose. Where in Crux are we?"

 

[Tortilla the Hun]

"Err..." the merchant cleared his throat a bit, a bit nervous knowing Blake was still agitated about the incident. "O' course," he reached for a canteen he stored in his jacket and handed it to the man, "'ere you go. An' don't worry about me nose, this mug'll be back to it's 'andsome state afore long," he added with a smile. "As fer our location, we are on the fringes on the city and 'oled up in an abandoned shop. Though I think the driver coulda done a better job of 'idin' the 'umvee..."

 

[Mr.Ivebeenframed]

"Mortis, I think you out of all people should know that it's a bad time to see Blake right now." Ashe said. The sickly figure of Mortis made her uneasy and not to mention all those mysterious bloodstains. "At least right now you shouldn't see him."

Dr.Frankenstein...

Although Ashe comforted the fact that the magnum could possibly tear apart one of his limbs giving something to experiment on until Blake gets better. But what didn't was the fact that she hadn't seen Mortis at his fullest potential and whatever trick up his sleeve he could possibly pull any second now. His unpredictability drove her insane.

 

[Tips_of_Fingers]

After taking a long swig on the canteen, Blake handed it back to Irish, nodding at the man's words. "Ok, sounds fine to me... I don't want us getting caught in the middle of Crux's problems..." He smiled dryly at Irish. "Well, anymore than we already are. Anything interesting happen while I was out?" Blake coughed quietly into his hand, steadying himself against the wall as his head began to ache again. Clenching his eyes shut, Blake asked the trader, "you got anymore cigarettes?"

 

[Dectomax]

Watching as Shaun made his way out of the old building, Marcus laughed to himself. "Kid, set that thing down and help me get rid of this shit." He said, pointing towards the large, single star that was painted onto the side of the Humvee. "If we go intuh Crux with that plastered on our side, we ain't exactly gunna be the pinnacle of stealth..." Laughed Marcus.

He pulled a small knife from his boot and began to scrape away at it, to little effect. He stopped, wiped his brow and frowned. "Stubborn little fuck eh?" He muttered, more to himself than anyone else.
Turning to Shaun he asked: "You got anythin' we could take this off with?"

 

[StormShaun]

Shaun put Mortis's large box of portable death down on the back of humvee and moved beside Marcus to look at the Infamous marking, a wielded a small grin after hearing Marcus curse a little after he tried to scrape the symbol away but no dice. Marcus then asked Shaun, "You got anythin' we could take this off with?".

Shaun pondered a little and rubbed his chin with thumb and index finger, "Well I doubt that my knife or sword would do shit to it...well we could maybe try to hide it with something but I guess they will figure it out." Shaun said as he though of a couple of things to put over it. He then noticed the store, "Would there be anything in the store that would help?" Shaun shrugged with a slight flown. Acid? Paint? Blood? he thought.

 

[Tortilla the Hun]

Irish began rifling through his pockets, searching for a cigarette. He found one tucked in an inside pocket of his jacket and sighed with relief, knowing that agitating Blake further wouldn't be in his best interests. Handing off the last pre-wrapped cigarette to the man, Irish started looking for matches. He froze for a moment, remembering he left them in his pack that was sitting in the humvee. Oh, shite... the merchant thought to himself, well, gotta excuse meself some'ow.

 

[tobi the good boy]

Mortis had both his hands concealed behind his back, purposely hidden from Ashe's line of sight. They were empty, but he had found when people are presented with uncertainty it can invoke fear, fear leads to irrationality and then to manipulation, sadly, Ashe was the worst kind of toy. With Blake it was malice and rage; the hunter Wanted to kill Mortis, he wanted to savour it, a sense of hubris was involved, something Mortis could use. However; while Ashe was afraid of him, she wasn't stupid. She would sooner pull the trigger than enjoy the precipice or falter in uncertainty.

?A doctor must regularly check his patients.? Mortis took a step closer, slowly. The androgynous sentinel that stood between him and his prey tightened her grip around her pistol and pulled It from the holster. Mortis stopped dead in his tracks to consider his next course of action.

With a tilt of the head, his smile adopted a more innocent hue and Mortis made the effort to take one more step, closing the gap between the Mortis and Ashe even further. The gun was now pointed directly at Mortis with steady hands and hardened eyes that betrayed merely the semblance of what she was feeling.

?Very well, If I can't see him at least make sure he gets these? Mortis, choosing to ignore the metallic barrel aimed at his torso he fearlessly reached into his pockets and retrieved a small, plastic bottle covered in labels with printed cursor. He outreached his hand as to pass the item onto his 'companion' but she refused to take it. Submissively he placed the bottle on the cracked floor of the store and retreated from the room. Before he walked through the exit he turned to face his barrier, gracing her with a smile the inspired only dread.

?They're aspirins, I don't want my toys broken if I can't put them back together.? And with that Mortis slithered around the corner.

 

[Tips_of_Fingers]

Noticing that Irish didn't offer him a match, Blake slowly pulled the cigarette from his mouth, For a long time, he stared at the trader, face giving away nothing. After a while, he smiled, bobbing his head in amusement. "No matches, eh?" He placed the cigarette back in his mouth and grimaced as he stretched his back. "No worries. The man I need to see'll give me some. You said you're going to get supplies?"

 

[Tortilla the Hun]

"Aye. Bullets, buckshot, and brekkers," said Irish, visibly relieved. "I've been goin' 'round, seein' wha' people be needin'. So, now's the best time to be tellin' me whet'er ye've got somet'in in mind. Speakin' o' which..." The merchant removed his leather-bound field journal and a ballpoint pen from his breast pocket, then flipped to an empty page. Holding the journal in his right hand and pen in his left, Irish swiftly scrawled, from memory, everyone else's personal lists and what they have to cover them.

Doc
Needs: (4) .30-06 rds; bisc w/jam
Cover: 80 Cor + Med Sup

Li'l Miss
Needs: 12g sh (bs); toothpaste
Cover: H&K MP7A1 (cond: dec)

Blake

He awaited patiently, the end of his pen rapping lightly against the top of his journal.

 

[StormShaun]

Shaun was sitting on the back of the humvee, awaiting Irish's return, he was playing with his dice since he was already bored shitless of waiting for him. "Shit, how long does a man take to list a couple things down...unless something happened with Blake" Shaun sighed with a angry tune, as Shaun put the dice back the only thing he heard was some kind of shuffling from the front of the humvee.

Shaun pulled out his katana in a Edo period style and gently tip-toed to the other side of the humvee, he peered around the corner and saw a man, he wore a cut on his head, it was heavily bleeding, so was his nose, and he made sure to take the note that his fingers were broken. All these things made Shaun's blood start to pump, he ran towards the man and withdrew his katana and caught the man since it didn't look he cant walk any further.

"Guys we need the Doc, we have a man down!" Shaun screamed at the top of his lungs.

 

[Mr.Ivebeenframed]

Ashe picked up the bottle slowly wondering if it was one of Mortis' evil contraptions that he has lying about. It looked relatively normal but the scream of Shaun made Ashe pocket the little thing and went forward.

When Ashe arrived she saw Shaun and a wounded man. Ashe rushed to him but with weapon still drawn, it was mostly out of instinct but partial distrust for anyone who looked injured.

"Shaun, what happened?" She said going to him.

 

[StormShaun]

Shaun tried to sort out his adrenaline fueled mine, he breathed heavily once and turned to Ashe, "I found this man, it seems he has a gash on his forehead, multiple broken fingers....and maybe a broken nose" He said still darting his eyes from the victim and Ashe.

"We need to get him to the Doctor's office, I don't know how he got these injuries or where he came from but we should help him, might have more info on the city" Shaun said as he began to carry the injured man in his arms and ran carefully to Mortis's 'clinic'.