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

[Dectomax]

The raider hit the ground with the grenade and with an almighty bang, it exploded. The raider disappeared into a haze of red mist, bits of dirt flew through the air, the puff of smoke rose into the sky and vanished. A small crater remained, where the raider used to be, now just the smell of burnt flesh and the smell of explosives lingered on the air.

 

[Mr.Ivebeenframed]

Ashe took his hand and got up but then she pulled his hand closer bringing them both face-to-face.

"If you tell anyone, I'll have the mutant eat you. Got it?" Ashe pushed Gear away. It was clear to her now that it was only a matter of time before the others found out like in all the situations she has been in. Ashe walked away from the raider and went back for the vehicles getting her bag. The explosion from the raider made Ashe flinch a bit but soon she regained her composure and just sighed.

 

[Emurlahn]

"Easy now. No need to get so defensive." Gear said to the girl, while she walked away. He sat down slowly on a nearby rock, he had taken the full force of the explosion, which he clearly felt through his entire body, truth be told, had the girl not risen up and supported him, he would probably had fallen over again.

"And no need for thanks either." He yelled after her. He felt a painful sting in his lower right leg. It seamed a piece of shrapnel has glanced his leg, making a slight cut at the outside of his leg. "Damn." He looked up at the group. "Did anyone have a med-kit?" He yelled towards them.

 

[Irony's Acolyte]

"Your turn."

Kreth watched as the large brute tossed the body his way after removing several of the man's fingers. Did he expect Kreth to eat some of the man as well? Well Kreth was feeling a bit hungry and would either need to eat a bit more or fall asleep for a while. Walking over to the body, he kneed down and tore open the man's pant leg. He sliced a chunk of the muscle off before tearing into it. It wasn't the tastiest raw, but Kreth had eaten worse in the wastes before.

It was then that he heard commotion coming from other members of the group. He looked over while he chewed to see one throw himself on another. Kreth wasn't sure what was going on when the grenade went off, partly stunning the mutant. He dropped down onto his back before getting back up to see the last bits of dirt and flesh hit the ground near where the explosive went off. Shaving his head, Kreth turned his attention back to the body, checking it for anything useful. Some more coins, a couple crude smokes, several spare rounds for a gun, and what Kreth was really happy to find, a small box with some flint and tinder. He pocketed it all, although he wasn't letting any of the others get a hold of the fire starting kit.

 

[tobi the good boy]

Mortis began advancing towards the rest of his companions, his new found weapon slung over his shoulder. The large mutant and the man with the bandages covering his eyes were devouring the corpse of one the raiders.
What a waste of a good body
The mutant hunter with the deep scar was grimacing at the sight, not because of a weak stomach but out of hatred.

From there his attention was caught by the ringing sound of a detonating explosive. Mortis sprinted towards the crater when he heard the older man from before call for medical assistance. Mortis knew all to well the damage explosives can have on a 'human' body. Under the slavery of the 'dogs' had made a deal with Balthazaar, the pups he could fix, he would fix. The ones he could not, He got to dissect. After many raids Mortis saw his fair share of mutilated bodies, whether from mines or grenades almost all resulted in dissection.

When Mortis finally reached the old man he couldn't help but feel disappointed.

Only a scratch

"Stand still and be quiet please, there might be more in the distance, The noise from the grenade could have been a signal." Mortis said bringing a single finger to his lips, still drawn wide into a smile.

With that Mortis opened his doctors bag and began stitching the wound on Gear's leg shut. When the small gash was sealed he administered a mild antibiotic to the site of damage.

"This close to Willows, Can't be too careful" Mortis giggled

Unless you're me

 

[Tips_of_Fingers]

"Damned mutants." Blake muttered after Delrath had dropped him. His knife would have been ineffectual against the hardened skin, and the grip was so strong that struggling would have been useless so Blake had simply allowed himself to be picked up.

Standing a little away from the group, surveying Willows in the distance, Blake heard Gear shout and then an explosion threw two of the people to the ground. Unfazed, Blake dusted the dirt from the explosion off of himself and shrugged at Ashe, "I told you to shoot him again, boy" he said glaring at her. "Now who knows nothing of the wastes?" He turned his back and unstrapped his crossbow, looking towards Willows through his makeshift scope.

"Seems to be over," he said, "but the ragdoll's right..." He turned to the others, face deadly serious, "you can't be too careful."

Strapping his crossbow back on, Blake stalked past the others and back to the truck without another word.

 

[Emurlahn]

Gear nodded thankfully at Mortis. "Wouldn't want to get that infected." He rose slowly, still feeling the shock in his body. He was glad that he always wore the heavy leather coat, no matter how warm it got.

"I don't really think anyone in Willows will care about a small explosion a mile or so away though." He looked at the others. "And it would take them some time to get here if they did that if we keep going now we'll be long gone when they get here." Gear started walking back towards the truck. He stretched his shoulders and neck sightly while he did so.

 

[tobi the good boy]

Mortis watched as Gear walked towards the now bullet-hole ridden truck. The man had a slight limp to his strides but he was masking it well.

Mortis after standing aloof for the briefest moment remembered almost instantly something of dire importance. He thrust his hand into the bloodstained labcoat fishing for something. He breathed a sigh of relief when he confirmed that the box with the heart engraving was still in his pocket and hadn't come loose in the fray of battle.


After this confirmation Mortis decided he best catch up with the rest of his squad and began running towards the truck, His leg left leg was still loose but it didn't impede his movement. Once Mortis finally reached the machines he was greeted with silence by Gear, Ash and Blake. All were either seated or tinkering with their weapons The rest were still in the field retrieving the spoils of their battle.

I should have picked up a body

As Mortis walked by Blake he gently, but swiftly, ran a finger down the scar on the side of his head and took a seat opposite him.

"Strange..."

 

[Mr.Ivebeenframed]

Ashe ignored what the mutant hunter had said. She didn't want to waste her breath talking to a stubborn man like him because all hope of getting the man to come to his senses would be futile. Ashe grabbed her bag and noticed Marcus solemnly by himself.

"Isn't this the best group out in the wastes? It makes you wonder... once everything is said and done, who's the real ones that are gonna be left standing?" Before Marcus could answer Ashe went towards the raider's truck looking to see if there was anything worth scavenging.

 

[Tips_of_Fingers]

Blake tensed his muscles as a finger lightly brushed over his puckered scar. He fixed Mortis with a cold stare as the man-made mutant sat down opposite him, scarred face fixed with intrigue. "Strange," the mutant murmured.

"Don't touch me with your filthy hands, Ragdoll." Blake rasped quietly. "Next time, I'll cut it off and feed it to you." He leaned back in his seat, toying with his knife hilt. After a short moment of silence, Blake snapped forward, fingers arched toegther. He was deep in thought and suddenly addressed the mutant opposite: "I heard you mention earlier that your mutation is man-made." He fixed his hard gaze on Mortis, viewing him through the gap between his arched fingers.

"You're a liar," he said at last, reaching behind for a canteen of water.

 

[tobi the good boy]

Mortis chuckled as the Mutant hunter attempted to frighten him and proceeded to christened him "Ragdoll". He could glare and threaten all he liked, but as soon as he tried anything Mortis would simply slit his jugular. This 'Ragdoll' may not present himself as the the most adept fighter, but he had killed many in his short time in the wastes.

After a moment of silence Blake addressed Mortis once more, and yet again he was being rather aggressive about it. Apparently his maculate origin was being brought into question.

"I spoke not a single lie, I was made by man, Direct descendants of the ancients in fact. I was seen as a prime specimen for their experiments to make better humans. Thats how I got this 'Mutation'."

Mortis was pleased to see the curl of distaste on the mutant hunters face.

 

[Emurlahn]

"Really?" Gear looked at Blake, who now started with his mutant hate again. He shock his head slightly, deciding not to comment further, if the guy wanted to make enemies he wouldn't stand in his way. He sighed heavily as he turned to his own work.

He brought forth his steam-cannon, an adapter that fitted the steel-bottle, the steel-bottle, and a vial with an orange liquid in. He mounted the adapter on the barrel-hole of the cannon, and then put a few drops of the orange liquid into the steel-bottle, before quickly connecting the other end of the adapter to the bottle. Gear turned a valve at the bottom chamber of the cannon, and a small puff of steam came out, then he closed it again. As he closed it the entire contraption started shaking slightly. He placed it on the floor and hold it in place with his boots.

While waiting for the cannon to load he took out the box of ammunition, and systematically started de-assembling the bullets, putting the gunpowder into the gunpowder-pouch, and the bullets into the box again, the powder-chambers he threw out of the window.

 

[Emurlahn]

Spoiler: OOC

Just had to make my post appear

 

[Mr.Ivebeenframed]

Ashe checked the rusted out truck in front of the bridge. She poked around with her knife careful of any last traps set by the raiders when they attacked them but luckily there were none. What Ashe found was a little more interesting though.

Ashe dug out a rusted 870 shotgun among the mess inside the truck. Ashe lifted the shotgun into the sunlight to get a good view and from the looks of it the back stock was held together by tape and tally marks were seen along side it too. Impressed, Ashe slung the shotgun behind her back and dug around for ammunition for it. Aside from a half-empty box of regular 12 gauge there was 5 shells that she found in the box that perplexed her. They were completely red and even the casing on the bottom as well. Whatever the shells were they were special. Satisfied with her find Ashe dug around a bit and tossed out a few road flares that the raiders had and a jug of dirty water.

There was at least five road flares and they all were the color red. Ashe really wanted to light one but she knew that she would draw unneeded attention towards them and that was the last thing that they needed.

"Aren't we supposed to be going towards Willows already?" Ashe said.

 

[Irony's Acolyte]

Having finished looting the corpse the huge mutant had thrown him and having no interest in looking over the others, you don't loot what you didn't kill, Kreth made his way back to the trucks. They looked rather shot up, with most of the damage looking superficial. Kreth had no idea though if that was true, as he lacked any real knowledge as to how automobiles worked at all.

Kreth hopped back up into the truck and took a spot again. He took out a somewhat dirty rag and began to clean the blood of his blades, though not bothering with smeared blood on his face. He then sheathed one once he was done cleaning it while keeping the other one out and next to him. He reached into his pocket and pulled out the rounds he had found on the two bodies and held them out.

"Who want some bullets? Don't need them."

 

[Tips_of_Fingers]

"Hmph," Blake grunted, taking a swig of water and sealing the lid. "So you're an experiment. The poked and prodded toy of a superior race." Blake shrugged and gestured towards the guy tinkering with his contraptions. "You're a tool used by people like him; nothing more than a glorified inventor's wild fancy used to further the human race...Or in your case," He fixed Mortis with a glare once more, "bastardize it."

 

[Dectomax]

Marcus swung the rifle into the truck, picked up a small bottle of water and took a long drink. He then slid an M16 under the front seat and chucked the other too Gear. "Might be of more use, it's got one full mag. He then climbed into the trucks driver seat and turned the key. The truck rumbled into life. Patting the dashboard, He turned to the others. " We've got to keep going, get whatever you had and mount up.".

Ford climbed into the front truck, carefully driving it off of the bridge and waiting.

 

[Mr.Ivebeenframed]

Ashe heard Marcus and the rumble of the truck's engines from her looking out into the empty wasteland. Ashe ran to the truck and hopped back into her spot that she originally took. The seat was next to a now gaping hole where the sniper must have fired upon. Ashe fit her entire hand into the large pock mark and it even felt a little hot. Ashe put her bag against the hole filling the gap. Ashe hoped that there would be no more detours on this arduous trip.

 

[Chaos Incarnate]

Delrath was finished, there were no enemies left to kill. that Mutant hater, he smells strange Delrath thought as he tore a strip if cloth of a dead raider and wiped the blood of his face, he quickly climbed into the truck after Ashe, ithe truck creaked as it sunk down once again, Delrath sat in silence scrapping his knuckles spikes against each other making a soft scraping noise as he waited impatiently for the others.

 

[Emurlahn]

"Hey mate." Gear turned around to face Blake. "I know you're not a people person and stuff, but please don't blame me for the work of another scientist, okay? I don't even work in the same scientific field as the guys who did that." Gear turned around again.

He touched the steel-bottle slightly, it still felt about half full, and burning hot. He lifted the contraption and hit the bottom slightly, it still felt solid, he hoped it would last long enough to fill the cannon.

He looked at Marcus, and then at the M16 with a slight feeling of spite against the weapon. "I don't use things I haven't made myself. At least not if I can help it." He lifted the weapon. "It could prove to have some use though." He mumbled while sitting it beside him. "First though."

Gear found forth some pieces of paper, then he methodically poured some gunpowder into each piece, and made a little roll of it, he made 11 of them, one for each bullet he had left for his gun. Then he put them into a pocket beside the bullets.