Our Plagued Reality: Us and Them

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((Well there you are! )) Maria couldn't quite catch what was being said around her. Gofried sounded more like Goat Fried and Howl sounded more like Dowl. "Goats or no goats, Mr. Leon, would you like our assistance with this problem?" she called as both Chance and herself got out of the Hummer. Not waiting for an answer, she raised her rifle and fired in the general direction of the Nazis, or...at least she guessed as much.

[HowlTheGrayWolf]

"Who, Gofried? Well, I'll tell you about him later, but right now, just chasing him off would be nice. I've got to think of a way to not give away my identity while telling them a bit about Gofried...that's going to be tough. It's nearly impossible for me to lie about my name, let alone my past, I'm lucky that I was too far away for them to see my face."

(It's really good to be back, and the Italics mean that he's thinking, by the way.)

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((Since Shinzuu left, and I got confused out of my mind, and since doing anything of substance is nearly impossible on my phone...I refuse to post as Moon/Luna until I get home to an actual computer. It'll be just a day or two. No more.))......"I'll see what I can do," Maria said. Chance had already readied his best gun and was firing rapidly into the bleak dark. Every few seconds, Maria looked over her shoulder to ensure that Atreyu wasn't being an idiot and getting out of the vehicle. The potential for him to get spotted by the Nazis was much too great to risk. After her third look back, she whispered: "Chance...grenade..." Since he was closest, the hound obeyed and reached in the passenger's side door, opening up the storage unit on the floor and digging for a grenade...a good n' powerful one.

[HowlTheGrayWolf]

"Whoa, that's a pretty big grenade...we're taking out a car, not a tank!" More rounds landed close to Howl, and he sighed. "Alright, use it."

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((This will be ignoring everything that happened with Moon in my other posts, and assuming that Soria left somehow. As you can see, I removed all of my posts because it would have been too much of a hassle to edit each individual one. I will go off of Chrono's last posts and hopefully we can get back on track after this....or I can get back on track, more acrurately...No need to change any of your posts, since they work anyway. Everything is fine and in order so we'll all just move on. I really miss Soria, though...I was gonna have fun with her....;_;...))

Moon looked up at the man in ememy attire with watery eyes. Oh, she trusted him to get her out of here all right. It was what would happen after that that she worried over. Glancing about herself forlornly, trying her best to soak in the situation without totally losing it, she said: "I think that one lady left, and I don't feel her presence...she won't come back to kill us now." She wondered what had happened to Soria--- just a minute ago, that clone had lept out of the blue and tackled her to the ground, so maybe they......

No. Stop....That didn't matter now. It shouldn't matter. Nothing should matter now.....nothing except......nothing except...him.

Shaking her head to clear her mind of all thoughts that distracted from the task at hand, Moon got down on her hands and knees and crawled back inside the crevice. She grabbed what was left of Entaru, and carefully--- very, extremely carefully ---pulled him out, his still flowing blood staining everything it touched, including her. Once he was out, the girl attempted to pick him up, only to find herself overwhelmed by the weight of even half of a man. She mewled in innocent frustration and looked to Yurian. Just as Moon was about to ask him for friendly help, she happened to notice what had been spread across the floor this entire time, jagged, luminous pieces of a terrible, terrible thing, glittering every so often on the edge of her vision:………..a broken mirror.

Moon gasped in terror and turned her gaze away from both the floor and what was scattered across it. No way…How could I have not seen that? She held the dying Entaru closer, burrowing her nose in his shoulder like he was some sort of barbaric shield against the glare of her reflection. “S-sir,” she asked of Yurian, “I-I t-think the three of us really n-need t-to get out of here before s-s-something bad happens. C-can you h-h-help me carry him?”

In Moon's mind, the fiend Luna giggled. Don’t you dare think it’ll be that easy, Mondenkind. I have been waiting to come back for three years now. No psychopathic Liberation soldier has the capacity to stand in my way. If there is a mirror....then there will just have to be a mirror.

[Chrono Blackwyng]

Yurian smiled as he hefted up the Nazi and then lifted up the child on another arm, his foot smashing and smearing the mirror as he was wearing boots since he left the jail. He tried to run down the halls, but it looked more like a mix between skipping and jogging as he carried them over to a door. But he knew from the practiced 'clock' he kept running autonomously in his head, he would have to wait for a few minutes until his last round was ready to punch through the steel again.

Well, it would be if the door didn't almost blow up in their faces. But, Yurian was far enough to where the debris would just bounce off the walls harmlessly, letting him live more than long enough to see Liberation soldiers walk into the base, and help him get the Nazi captain to the outside copter while he carried the child with him onto the same copter.

"So you've managed regain control, we'll have the boys at the lab deactivate that homing chip when we get back, lets leave this Nazi base to the Constellation... sir" Yurian eyes smiled along with his face as he felt the heli take off and move away from the base. "This is probably the first time I'm thankful for you having that thing injected in me!" he said while trying not to keep eye-contact with the child he held. I'm not exactly in the best condition for friendly talks...

[Yugian]

Capt.Jonnas A.Romero Shepard(Active Liberation/Uninjured)
...some time later, they got that evac. nothing interesting... Jonnas HAM strategy worked, so that was some bullets they saved... for once, things went to plan. very useful, because his debriefing wasn't the most pleasant thing in the world. He knew this already, but turns out the city he was in? Nuked. what was once left of a quite beautiful city, given the time, into a wasteland. with the follow up of that information, he was already being pulled into active duty, because of the nazi invasion that had already gone for awhile... with nothing more then a patch job for his left shoulder and something to take care of his forced 'fast'... it would do. he also got a full soldiers set up, and a new suit to boot. his personal pick of secondary weapon (Pistols in a holster.) was a shotgun, A M870 to be specific... it was the trusty pump action shotgun of choice for the Americans... though, he was idle as of the moment, so he had some time to relax.

[Lone-Wolf]

(( soz to post in the actual rp, but I've just posted in the OOC and was wonderin if I could start rping ))

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Luna looked from first one end of the inside of the helicopter to the other, soaking up everything she saw without any level of nervousness whatsoever. She let out a tiny sigh and shifted in Yurian’s arms, trying to act in the disgusting, clingy way of Moon. (In other words, trying to do a smashing job of acting.) She listened to the whirr of the rotor and the roar of the engine. Thinking and considering. Mostly, considering how fun it would be if she turned around in this man’s arms, twisted his neck ‘till she heard it snap in two like a brittle twig, disposed of everyone else, including that infernal idiot Nazi (how in the world wasn’t he dead yet?), then set the helicopter ablaze and laugh, laugh as she watched it burn burn burn…

Oh. Wait. One little problem with that. Luna had no frikin’ clue how to fly a helicopter. Especially one on fire. And she would have to jump out eventually…sure, Luna was just as invincible as Moon, her alternate personality counterpart. But that didn’t mean she would get a kick out of smashing into the ground at however many miles an hour.

Rolling her newly amber red eyes, Luna buried her nose in Yurian’s shoulder. She couldn’t let him see them until she had to. If he did, he might question why they weren’t pink anymore. “…What’s going on with me? This isn’t moving as fast as I wanted. I don’t even know anymore…what I should do…...I’d like to think it was their fault, but……” she said lowly, so low Yurian wouldn’t hear unless he was paying close attention.

When Yurian had stepped across the broken mirror to acquire Moon and her Nazi buddy, he had created a bit of a racket as the shards cracked underfoot. That racked had inspired Moon to look up and over--- a fatal error. It had only taken a second, a glimmer in the corner of Moon’s eye, and her soul was almost instantaneously shifted and changed into the soul of Luna. Multiple personality disorder on steroids, demon possession smoking big ‘uns….whatever you’d like to call it. Hell, even the scientists who experimented on the kid back in Germany probably didn’t have any clue what they were doing when they had stuck her with any number of random, dirty needles.

“……Coming out of the dark….you’ve gotta learn to adjust…because it’s a new world out there. One you don’t know…It’s a challenge. A different sort of game, isn’t it?” Luna wasn’t really expecting any answer from Yurian, didn’t know if he was even listening. She just watched as the colors of the sky, faint outside the window, shifted from the deathly blacks of night to the pastel blue of early dawn.

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Maria gave her group of merry men (women, and children, let’s try to avoid anymore sexist errors from now on) a thumbs-up sign. She looked back at the vehicle Atreyu was hiding in a last time before pulling the pin of her freshly acquired grenade. Pausing for a split…one…two….seconds, then quickly tossing it in the general direction she heard the Nazis’ voice coming from, Maria then backed up as far as she could, beckoning Chance and Leon to do the same. She listened as the grenade rolled across the dirt road and bumped into something.

[Chrono Blackwyng]

Yurian looked around, then pointed at the guy who had a mirror and was shaving with it. "I need to show someone how much they need a cleaning." the soldier chuckled as he tossed Yurian the mirror, who caught it and looked down.  He used his left hand to force her head away from his chest and look into the mirror "As soon as we get to the base, I'm gonna have to wash all that blood off... the nazi has already been patched up and was given a transfusion, although we don't know if hes the right blood type." He noticed her eyes won't open, and he held up the mirror between his knees while his right hand pried open her eyes. "Look at yourself, too scared to even see your own reflection!!"

[Lone-Wolf]

Ross stumbled through the blighted wreckage of Calby, the town now a shadow of it's former self, he looked back into the old shelter now seeing the skeletons in full light "Oh god, I think I'm gonna" Ross collapsed to his knees and vomited, the air was thick, and he would not last long unless he could find help

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"W-W-WHAATTT the hell are you doing??!!" Luna howled, yanking her head out of Yurian's hands, turning away from the mirror, and kicking her legs wildly, trying to get him to put her down. Now. Again, the most entertaining scenario of revealing her superhuman abilities and killing him popped into her unholy head, but she knew that if she tried that she'd end up with the same scenario as the one she'd planned before: stuck alone way up in the air.

So she'd do something much less violent yet painful regardless...she, while still beating him with her fists and kicking her legs, Luna opened her tiny jaw as wide as it could go and chomped down on his shoulder. And pomeranians happen to have quite sharp little teeth. Especially the pups.

[Chrono Blackwyng]

Yurian pulled her off, and felt the pain of her teeth, and then saw the blood on her jaw. He looked at his outfit and could barely believe it. This stuff protects against bullets and knives, even I can't bite into it with sharpened teeth... He picked her up and carried her over to the side of the heli, forcing open the door and holding onto a net of straps while holding girl by the neck. "I'm not really in the mood to play 'animal' with you, now if you want to live, you'll look into the mirror..." which he had in his right pocket, and girl in his left arm.

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(( Somebody's really...determined to get Luna to look at herself  Haha....))

Oh my....well this had turned things around. If he dropped Luna she'd live, of course, but damn would that hurt. Time to try her other deck of playing cards. "Hold it, hold it, hold it. Can't you see I'm scared of it? Don't you want to know why? I mean, if I look into that mirror, then I die...It interferes with my powers..." she lied, reaching up and holding on to his arms while she dangled by her neck. Sure, what she said was basically admitting what she really was...not just a little pomeranian with a strong bite....but one of the only two supers in the world. One of the supers of whom the Nazis were supposed to keep a secret until the right time. This was going to be like...blowing the whistle...

((Don't worry Entaru, someday I'm going to have her go looney toons, and when I do it is going to be glorious but I need to save it for the right moment...not when she's in a helicopter hanging from her neck.))

[Chrono Blackwyng]

((Insane Yurian has a low tolerance level, Yurian has no capacity for tolerance))

Yurian wasn't buying it, but felt like playing along. "I got powers too, but I look in a mirror everyday to make sure my powers didn't leave my face covered in blood..." He had no real clue if she was speaking the truth or not, but as far as he knew, he was the only one alive after the nuke that had become what others called 'truly strong'.