Break! IC

[Whitepaw Niniichi/Enigir Shosa]

     +++SYSTEM BOOT SEQUENCE E.T.A.N.D.A.+++
     +++LOADING+++
     +++BOOT COMPLETE+++
     She opened her eyes. All around her, the ancient techno-magic whirred and beeped. The clear glass door opened slowly up with a faint hiss.
     Was it time? Surely not. What was the date?
     Unpleasant sensations washed her body as the tubes and needles disengaged and removed themselves from about her person. She padded to the metallic, faceted closet and selected some plain robes.
     So...everyone was just...gone? That was a sad thought. She wondered if much had changed.
     The date read...read...20...15? Quite a few hundred years had passed, then. What did the new world look like?
     She yawned expansively and her catty tail curled right around. She made to the dining area of the facility and activated the particle converter. Soon a hot stim-brew sat in front of her.
     She sipped at it and stared at the wall. Her eyes were an amazingly beautiful shade of red. They pulsed, and the wall flickered into a clear sheen.
     She stood, clutching her brew, and made to the window. An island was gone. No...two were gone.
     *?* she queried the system with a thought.
     +++PLAYING HISTORICAL OF PAST 500 YEARS+++
     Her head was filled with odd scraps of sensory information. The process lasted a few minutes. It was just a highlight reel - much of it she ready knew. It had only been three hundred or so years since her internment in the techno-magic cryo pod.
     So one had flown away. And the other had fallen to 'piracy' of all things. She took a sip of her 'coffee'.
     The trail of acrid blac smoke rose from the lower earth to the archipelago.
     She watched on from the farthest island in the archipelago...the inaccessible iron island...

[Babydoll Animis]

Waiven took another quick look, "y-yes... that means somethings wrong doesnt it?" he started panicking again, "just tell me what to do and ill do it we have to keep you safe and alive!!!"

[Ryan Naismith]

"No...that's good. Means I don't have a concussion, by some damned miracle. In which case, I'm stable. Just get me to a doctor." He sighed. Maybe he hadn't taken as bad a knock to the head as he thought. Maybe the pain from his leg being broken had made him pass out.

[Babydoll Animis]

Waiven sighed and held Thomas close, "if only a doctor were alive...." he looked at the bodies surround them, he then looked down to Thomas, "im so happy i found you..." he leaned down and tenderly kissed Thomas

[Ryan Naismith]

He looked up at waiven, smiling up at him weakly "yeah.... I love you, you know that?" He sighed. He was so tired. But he couldn't sleep. He couldn't allow himself to sleep. If he sleeps, he might die. Shock is not fun.

[Babydoll Animis]

Waiven smiled back, "i do know that... and i love you too.. before all this happened... at the club when i said i wanted to talk. I was about to say yes..."

[Ryan Naismith]

"You... Were?" He looked up to him , wrapping his arms weakly around him, his face pale from blood loss. But he was still seeing color, which was good.

[Whitepaw Niniichi/Enigir Shosa]

     She blinked. So there were no protectors left in enough regions that she had been awakened. Yet...
     She finished her drink and, now awake, made to her chambers. She disrobed and showered before dressing in her outdoors gear: silken looking garb consisting of decorated pants, a shirt and a cloak. She left the likely nonfunctional weapons in their places. Hundreds of years did little for charge. In fact a lot of the island was in disrepair, she found as she once more queried the system. Only her district was functional. Perhaps it was a blessing she was awake now. She might have died with the system in another century.
     "Where are you going?" Came a male voice. She flicked her ears and turned.
     A black furred make wolf stood before her. She tilted her head.
     *?*
     +++LOCAL CONSCIOUSNESS RETRIEVED BEFORE DEATH. DEEMED BEST SUITED FOR REQUIREMENTS.+++
     *...*
     "Why...am I here? Is this...are you a...Skailan pirate?" The male wolf asked. She stared at him. At it. Of course...it would take awhile for the stabilising consciousness subroutines to kick in.

[Ryan Naismith]

The first thing she saw, was fire. The first thing she smelled was burning aviation fuel. Her eyes grew wide, and she scrambled to her feet. Luckily, the room she was in was made of metal. She checked herself over, noticing no obvious wounds, but that doesn't say anything about internal wounds. But that's what she bought the med-scanner for! She sighed, jabbing the needle into her arm. A three dimensional, holographic image appeared just above a small circle. It was of her, a black furred German shepherd.
"Condition...stable." The thing beeped "minimal bruising, minimal lacerations."
With a huff, she stood, grabbing up her (only slightly) illegal, military grade plasma arc, and went to look for help in another metal-lined corridor.

[PEFA Harker]

The noises of metal vibrating and the bright sunshine pulled Harker from deep unconscious. He got up slowly and painfully, his wings hurts, so does many parts of his body, the last thing he remembered was he turned the head around, and the bright light of an explosive arcane charge......luckily he hasn't been torn apart, maybe the magic-resist coat blocked part of it.
He finally got up with a crack of his ankle coming back to place, he wandered slowly across the dead silence of this town, even the feral birds were torn by the violent energy released from the magic battle. He picked up a magic pulse rifle from a dead pirate and used it as a walking stick, to prevent him from falling and dazing from the view, the view of a hell. Blood tainted the street and the walls, bodies and their parts scattering,smoke rose from various points, ashes, ruins, burnt down cars......He wanted to vomit, but he can't, even himself don't know how long he has been in coma......he touched his goggles on the side as a small amount of arcane energy flows in, and the familiar views of the HUD slowly appeared, which made he felt slightly comfortable. "Shintonori......"A small magic circle appeared around it, the scanning magic wave swept off as a strong pain in his head followed ,forcing him to squat from the pain. obviously he overdrift his mind in the battle that day.

[Tina]

Else where, Niv woke up but couldn't see anything. "Oh no where are my glasses." He felt around in what appeared to be sand. "When did i get on the shore?" He found his glasses and put them back on, but what he saw horrified him. The Roost was in ruins, the people who lived there were all dead and their bodies strewn about. Niv slowly picked himself up. He saw a security camera that appeared to be in one piece. He began hacking to get into the network. Most of the security cameras must have been destroyed in the fighting, but through the ones he saw he could tell he was probably the only survivor. "I need to get to the hanger. If it wasn't destroyed i can build...something." With that he rushed to the hanger.

[Babydoll Animis]

Waiven nodded, "mhm... i love you so much Thomas" he noticed the paleness. "Thomas whats wrong? why are you getting so pale?"

[Ryan Naismith]

"Blood...loss." Thomas said simply "I'm fine now, you stopped the bleeding. I just need new blood, is all."

[Babydoll Animis]

"Maybe i could help with that... im sure i could find some medical equipment with my magic..." Waiven stood and looked around

[Ryan Naismith]

"Yeah..." Thomas said, blowing a noisy breath through his nose "find a blood bag and some IV's. I'm AB positive, so just grab any old bag."