Ties of Blood: Of Fire and Steel

[Gabag]

The year is 2050. Humanity is at it's peak, limitations of the past are cast aside as Humanity reaches new heights in the age of technology. The Golden Age has arrived. However all Golden Ages end in tragedy. At 1400 hours a Russian spy satellite detects an American nuclear test launch. Fearing that the Cold War will happen again, the Russians prepare  their nuclear warheads as if to "put down a possible nuclear crisis". The Americans however prepare their large assortment of nuclear warheads in response. Iran and North Korea's governments panic and they prepare their nuclear warheads. Armageddon nearing it is now 1500 hours. The world leaders meet up in Britain and last minute cancel all the launches. However when radio contact to the missile silos was attempted, no one responded, the crews killed and the mysterious killers launch the warheads at precisely  7:00 A.M. The Earth is smothered with Nuclear fire, and Humanity's light is almost extinguished. 2/3's of the population are gone. The survivors are mutated into the likeliness of animals, and are known as the Furs. Some of these mutants lost their minds and went Feral, attacking any creature on sight to feed their ravenous hunger for flesh. Those not mutated, the "Pure Bloods" as they were to be known as, made a mass exodus to the east, in search of something called the 'Bloodline'. Some of the 'Pure Bloods' remained with their furry brethren, and they became known as the 'Outcasts'. Life continued on, Humanity slowly rebuilding. Settlements are established, and the surviving populace lives on, passing on the 'Fur' gene on to their children.

The Year is now 2100. The 'Pure Bloods' return with the Bloodline. A strict militaristic regime, the Bloodline quickly sweeps out of the Eastern U.S.A. and carves a swathe of destruction throughout the local settlements. Furs are taken to experimentation camps, to work on a cure for the gene that causes them to be a fur. These experiments usually result in the subject's death. The camps are built like a prison, the guards cruel and merciless. Some furs have turned on their brethren to escape being experimented on, these are now known as the "Turncoats". The Bloodline believes those with the 'Fur' gene will one day go feral, and Humanity will consume itself because of this. The Bloodline's soldier's gas masks now becoming a symbol of death, enslavement, torture. The year is 2101, the peak of the Bloodline's power, a new discovery in the 'Fur' gene. After years to develop with the toxic radioactivity still in the area, the gene allows the mutated extraordinary powers, which at first are minimal at best. Over time if the mutated lives long enough, these powers are a sight to behold, and a terror to all who face them.

You are a Fur, or outcast captive in Internment Camp # 01, west of what was Pennsylvania. 

[Shinzuu Katame: Her Tolfy]

Shinzuu groaned as he hung on shackles by his wrists in a dark, secluded room in the camp. He had been locked in here for quite some time, and they made sure that it was dry inside that building. They only came in with enough water to keep him alive, so as not to let him have a chance to escape. For years, Shinzuu has helped his master raise many prominent water users, most of them from as young as 3 years old. He screamed as the scenes from the day that he watched all the children get slaughtered ran through his mind again. He needed strength and energy, he had to get out...

[Vee Katame: His Wolfy]

Coraline was shoved into her cell, causing her to fall onto her hands and knees. They had just finished experimenting on her for the day and now they were sticking her back in this wretched place. She didn't bother to get up, knowing full well the guard would make sure he shoved her back down before he left and locked the door. Crawling over to a corner of her cell, she sat down, facing out towards the door. She sat there in silence, listening to the sounds around her. She could of sworn she just heard someone scream, but that wasn't really anything out of the ordinary. It did sound like a different kind of scream though. She let that thought move to the back of her mind as she sat there. It wasn't long before she started humming to herself. Of course, there was no way for the guards to stop her from airbending her way out of the place. She didn't see a point in trying though. They'd probably just catch her and subject her to more painful experimentation. That was only if they were having a good day though. So she just sat there and hummed a low tune. It had no words and no meaning, it was just a tune to occupy her mind for the time being just like it always was.

[Entaru]

Yamataru stood at Coraline's door.  In his hands he held her meal for the day.  He grimaced at the thought of having to do such meanial tasks but unfortunately luck hadn't been in his favor last night.  During last night's card game he had overplayed his hand and was in around $200 in debt to a Bloodline Corporal.  The Corporal's main job was to feed and guard the prisoners, and since playing cards was forbidden in the first place they arranged for Yamataru to take over his duties while he took some 'mental health' days. 

Yamataru looked down at the food hungrily and ripped off a piece of bread for himself.  It wasn't much better than the gruel he had given the last prisoner but it was certainly better than the dried rations the Camp had given the Turncoats until the next supply shipment came in.

Yamataru banged on the door a few times and slid open the two slots on the door, one for the food and one to see. He eyed her hungrily from the door.  He had seen her in the experiments before and he had always wondered how she stayed so beautiful with all the abuse they had given her.  What I wouldn't do to run some of my own experiments on her.  He grinned to himself and banged on the door again.


 "Dinner time, Beautiful!"  His melodious voice couldn't hide the lust and malice behind it.   Yamataru took the drink off the tray before throwing the tray into the cell, sending it's contents everywhere.  "Whoops...sorry Honey, looks like you're eating off the floor today!"

[x]

((Meanie Yamataru!  Lawl.))

Rana held the medical dictionary to her chest like some sort of security blanket, as if the world would fall apart if she let it go, curled up in a ball on her bed inside a dank, cold, musty-smelling cell. Reading material for the bookworm of all bookworms, who read even in times of dire suffering. She had had no choice but to jack it. The boredom here was more than palapable.......and seeing as how the scientists didn't exactly have hoards of fantasy novels, she had been stuck with a choice between stealing:

A: a tiny medical dictionary that she could nonchalantly slip under her smock
or B: records of random experiments and autopsies...

Rana chose the former for the sake of her sanity. The thieving young duck didn't want to know what went on here when it wasn't quiet and insanely boring.

She had found herself dropped (or, better put kidnapped) into an adventure, and adventure oh so much like the ones she read about through the years, poured over even. But she didn't know what to think of it now that it had happened. It was strange, like the first seconds of bitter shock after the rug of normalcy is pulled out from under your feet. Sighing, the young girl rested her head on her knees and readied herself to take a nap.

[Armalite_]

Ryan sat on his bed in his cell waiting for that banging on the door that came the same time everyday. He stared at the walls and heaved a sigh. There absolutely nothing to do but go mad with loneliness and draw. Although the prison walls were thick, they were extremely brittle. He wrote, drew, and bled while his claws ran across the old cement. There was not a square in in his cell that Ryan had not written over. Most of the things he wrote were his thoughts of misery and twisted ideas. He wiped his face and looked up at the stick figure he drew to be his friend. "Quite the dilly of pickle we're in, Stix." Ryan said watching the stick figure's crooked smile. "Sshhh. I'll do it as soon as the time's right." He said while returning the same smile. Ryan sat alone on the steel bed and listened to the faint sounds of banging doors outside his cell down the cell block. Ryan had nearly enough materials he needed to carry out his plan and he waited for the final piece to be thrown in through the door. And so he waited...and it tortured him.

[Necrosis]

Tanner was roughly showed into his cell and the door was locked behind him immediately. He crawled into the nearest corner of the damp room and closed his eyes. Everything went to hell since the Bloodline discovered his village and sent the soldiers in to detain the ‘animals’ and the few humans who lived there, including his mother, Hannah and little sister, Sue.
He tried to close his eyes and clear his mind, but the images of pain and death kept flashing in his mind. Some families began panicking, fearing for their children and then the soldiers started shooting. Hannah grabbed him and Sue and tried to get them to safety, but as fate would have it, a stray bullet found its way into Hannah’s head, killing her. Then he remembered being grabbed by a soldier, who called him ‘traitor’. After that, he was transported to this place, Intrenment Camp #1, as he overheard his captors calling it.

Tanner didn’t know what to do or where to go, but one thing was crystal clear for him. He had to rescue Sue…

[Gabag]

Juno had recently been ordered to select a prisoner from the 'unique' stock at Internment Camp # 1, and had been given two soldiers to assist him in doing so.

The trio marched at a brisk pace, opening up security blast doors, and navigating through what seemed to be a maze of cell blocks. Eventually they reached the checkpoint, the guard on station needed their I.D.
"I.D.?" he asked.
"First Sargent Juno Harkov, these two are with me. I'm here to get Shinzuu for testing"

"Well Sir good luck, he's been acting up lately..."
"Noted..."
After getting past the checkpoint, the three took a left, and then another left, and found Cell 2543-AC, also known as Shinzuu's cell.
Juno could hear screaming from the inside, he opened the door to the screaming Shinzuu and gave him a punch to the stomach to get him to quiet down.

"SHUT UP! Shinzuu, today is our lucky day! Experiment day for you! Miller, Jenkins. Get him off his shackles and handcuff him!" he ordered. The two Privates did as they were told and soon Shinzuu was off the shackles and handcuffed. Juno dragged him outside his cell, then placed his pistol to his head, while Miller and Jenkins took his arms to move him along.

[Shinzuu Katame: Her Tolfy]

Shinzuu grunted as they hit him in the stomach. He feigned to pass out from the hit and let them drag him out. His fur had been very brittle, along with his figure, since they kept his cell completely dry. Now, Shinzuu's chance to escape had finally come. All he needs to do find any kind of water, any amount will do. The only trick was to still look like he passed out from the hit while he searched.

[Vee Katame: His Wolfy]

Coraline couldn't help but scoff at being called "Beautiful" by the guard. It disgusted her. When he tossed the tray inside her cell and sent the food across the floor, she was lucky enough for the rest of her bread to roll over to her. Brushing it off, she took a bite as she got up and walked over to her bed, sitting down on it. "If you think I'm going to crawl around and eat the food off of the floor for your amusement, you are seriously mistaken, Sleeze." She spoke towards the door. With a flick of her wrist, a gust of air closed the two slots on the door abruptly.

[Entaru]

Yamataru chuckled as the slots closed.  Opening them back up he peered in.  "Well then if you won't eat off the floor, then you'll be licking up your week's water off of it."  Yamataru smirked as he poured out the contents of Coraline's drink onto the cold stone floor, forming a grayish puddle on the ground.  The water wasn't clean to begin with, but as he said...it was the only drink she'd be getting for a while.  Yamataru pulled his hand back in and chuckled.  "Better drink up, love."

[x]

Well.....the whole 'try to nap' thing didn't work out exactly as planned. Every time Rana managed to keep her eyes closed and her body comfortable, she'd start to think. And when she would start to think, the synapses of her mind would start firing and would invariably produce grim results--- flashbacks of her childhood, of her parents from that horrible event only two days earlier, crimson stained and holding back tears as they looked at her reassuringly a final time before falling limply to the floor of what was once her home, the dirt, the plants....

The plants!

For a fourth time, Rana lifted up her head, this time not gingerly, but with motive in her eyes. She hid her stolen book inside her pillow, then she glanced about the room to make sure that she was alone and that no-one was looking in through the door. When her solitude was confirmed, the girl climbed down from her bed--- only to ensue a cry of pain: the day Rana was brought here, she had tried to escape by mode of flying. Seeing this as a problem, the scientists had chopped off her wings and her tail feathers. All that was left of them were bloody, glistening patches of bare muscle on her back, barely hidden by cloth gouze. Grumbling in complaint of her pain, pushing her glasses up on her nose, Rana got down on her knees and crawled under her bed to go and see if her flower garden was still under there.

[Armalite_]

Ryan was growing tired of waiting for the usual paste-on-a-plate that was thrown through the door. Instead he heard the door to the cell next to him had just been slammed closed. He knew that cell had always been vacant for some time now. He got off his bed and crept toward the bars and sat down in the corner, getting as close to the cell that belong to the new inmate. He reached through the bars and around the corner to the cell door that belonged to Tanner. He snapped his fingers to get their attention. "Hey...Buddy. What's your name?" He asked.

[Necrosis]

Tanner’s head shot up when he noticed someone was addressing him. He got up shakily and moved towards the barred door. "I… My name’s Tanner MacMillan." He replied to his new neighbour’s question. Then he decided to try asking him about Sue. "’scuse me, have you by any chance seen a six-year-old human girl here? Black skin, dark green hair. She’s my sister…"

[Gabag]

The two soldiers kept dragging Korius, until they reached the doors to the R&D Wing. They needed Juno to identify himself.
The man walked up to the retina scanner, and after a breif moment, his eye pattern was found to be valid, and the doors slid open.
"Doc... got another one for experimentation" Juno announced.

The Doctor, a man in a hazard suit, who was busy looking over the data from an experimented on Fur, looked up. He picked up a Collar and handed it to the new Turncoat, and ordered him to get out.

"Let's see here.... Korius Lambent, 23 years of age. In horrible medical condition, due to his ability to manipulate water...
Gentlemen.. take a seat" He ordered the soldiers, they left Korius, without support he just fell over, luckily on a chair.
The Doc took Korius's arm and dragged him over to a metal slab of a table.