[FFRP] Kidaroc Myths: A Fighting Chance

[muffinstud]

"A family." Dan looks up at nothing in particular. "I don't know if I have one any more." He sighs. "You ever think about when this will all be over? Finding our families? Maybe starting one of your own?"

[Sam]

*Arthur lying down in his bed tries to go to sleep

Got a big day tomorrow

[Knight Errant]

The radio seemed to shrug "All the same. You don't seem hostile. I mean, you don't know who I am, but I don't usually talk to people."

***
A sole figure walks into the training room. "Welcome Alana, to your dreamscape."

"Dont seem hostile... well you know everyone in the army is not 'hostile'. I cant speak for all of us, but... pretty much we are fighting because we have no other option."

He also feels compelled to point out the obvious. "And as for not talking to people... what were you doing listening to the radio for someone to say something then?"

[Brnin8r]

The radio began to chuckle, "Well...you need to protect what you have. And the best way for me to do that is knowing where people are going and when. Rarely do people take a shot in the dark like you did. Although there was that one the other day...not much of a talker that one."

((All right. You guys can keep RPing with each other *thumbs up* good job with that. I'll time skip once everyone's in bed or tells me they're done for the 'night'))

***
The figure, easily distinguished now stands in a white trenchcoat, her platinum blonde hair bounces in curls the end at her shoulders. She wears a pair of sunglasses that just look really cute on her face. She smiles, "Yes Alana, were you the boy you had always been there would only be dark, cold nightmares. This." she gestures to all around Alana, "Is your dreamscape. A sculpted reality by your own psyche combined with the intense amount of FemmeX you absorbed. I will be your guide, Sariah, and in here you will be able to train all night as if you were awake, and wake up as if you had slept a thousand days. This is your world to tinker with and from experience here...you will be much better off."

[Mendi-chan]

As Mike walked back to the makeshift quarters, he sighed. Tired from the trials of the day, he was definitely done for tonight.

[Knight Errant]

"I guess that makes sense..."

He pauses for awhile.

"Good luck, whoever you are. I am sure you dont want to be... breaching your security or whatever by telling me anything about yourself. I could tell you more about me, because it really dosent make any difference... But I am sure you dont want to hear that."

"Tommorrow is another life or death struggle for me... Well maybe not death... But you get what I am saying."

[AshK]

Alana Bows toward Sariah.

"Thank you so much. I was hoping I would never have to face those nightmares in my dreamscape again. Unfortunately when I wake up, I will go back to being one arm short without any weapons to use. At least this place is better than that other base I was at. By the way was that destroyed after I was rescued? I was just wondering. Those boys are really going to pay for leaving me for dead. Well Sariah-Sama thank you! I appreciate it." Alana says as she bows.

Alana then goes back to practicing her Martial Arts. With Sariah watching intently.

"Sariah-Sama, exactly how much FemmeX did I absorb? I remember a Pink Cloud Engulfing me right after my arm was blown off in real life right before I Fainted. That's all I remember before darkness claimed me. Also I need to think of a more severe way to get back at those stupid boys for leaving me to die." Alana says as she keeps practicing her Martial Arts.

Outside her dreamscape Alana has a serene smile on her face as she is sleeping. For the first time in a really long time she was sleeping peacfully.

[Zoey]

((ZOMG! Long time no see guys, Super late entry action go!))

Name: ??? Goes by the name, Surge
Age: 16
Gender: Male (duh!)
Height: 5'8
Eye color: black
Hair color: black
Hobbies: Staying alive
Dislikes: Anything that would compromise the safety of his fellow soldiers, war, and Lima beans.(LOL)


Background: "Surge" as he refers to himself has been through hell and back. After losing his parents 2 years ago due the wierd disapearance, he was left with his younger 12 year old sister. Little later the war started and an artillery shell hit the train in which they were in, seperating them. After that Surge quickly looked for a means to find his sister which eventually led him to join the boy's army. He's part or rather was part of the fabled 82nd infantry regimen. There task was to be in the front lines and hold the enemy. It was recognized by it's ridiculous loss rates and conversions because of this they also went by the name "The harpies helpers", but for some were known as heroes. Thanks to them many boys had the valuable time to evacuate bases and camps. Recently high command disbanded the regimen due to its many losses and quote "... It's no use keeping around a bunch of punching bags..." and now the handful of survivors left now moved to different parts of the army. Due to there losses members are low ranking and those who weren't, were demoted. Surge more than anyone knows the grief of lossing a comrade and would do anything to help a friend. He is extremely expirienced (and lucky) and knows full well that this war has to end. In his spare time he tries to find information about his sister knowing full well there's a huge probability that she joined the girls. He's appearance betrays his age. Full of bandages, dirt, messy hair and broken clothes, he seems older. Within the army supiriors look down on him, but he knows that thanks to him more boys were saved and are now in the frontlines helping us.


Since there's a time skip coming, should I wait to come in after it? Your call Brnin8r.

[Mystic Mina]

Ashton lets out a short sigh. It probably wasn't going to do them any good if they walked around the base, since the majority of the inhabitants seem to be asleep. Better to go to bed and wait for the next day....

"Well, I guess I'm going back to bed. You?"

[Turles.]

Name: Silva
Age: 17
Gender: Male
Height: 6'2"
Eye color: Red
Hair color: Black
Hobbies: Non stop training
Dislikes: People in general.


Background: Silva is an outcast in his village, he never really fit in, he never really liked anybody, he just in general does not care. He dresses in a cloak similar to Altairs his medium length black hair down to his cold red eyes. He carries two old school pistols wich seem to only have one shot each accoridng to an enemy when in reality it has hidden clips in each. He dresses like back in the 1890's for a reason to not fit in and make people stare. he carries a hidden blade on his wrist and typically looks down upon others.

(when should I come in?)

[Brnin8r]

((Kaizer!!!! Yay!!! Yeah, I'll let ye know when the time skip's happened, then ye can wake up and join up Do you want to be in the safe house or at the Home Base? All right Turles, welcome, after the time skip you can also join in. Where do you want to be though? Safe house or Home base?))

The radio laughed again, "Believe me...I've heard a lot and I've room to hear more. If ever you're in a desperate corner or you're lonely or some such like that...find my frequency again. I have to go though...gotta make sure no one's going to show up unexpected. Deag out."

||The time skip will probably happen next post of mine, since everyone seems to be wrapping stuff up||

***
Sariah nodded, "Indeed. The boy's fort was demolished, as planned by the girls. And you should always remember what the boys did to you that day." Sariah watches Alana practice her Arts until Alana begins asking questions again, "I'm not quite sure how much you've absorbed but you took a hard hit as well. Just keep practicing what you desire and doing what you wish. This is your dreamscape. Become who you want here."

[Zoey]

((Hehehe, nice to see ya again! Anyways I'll start at Home Base. I'll be waiting.))

[Shadowmaster]

Ken nods. "I think I'll go to sleep too." he says. "No one will tell us anything now anyway."

[Mystic Mina]

Ashton walks over to the table he had woken up from and lies down on it. Thoughts of the coming day flow into his mind.... Will he still be Ashton when he opens his eyes tomorrow? Will the girl's virus have completely dominated his mind by then? Those questions couldn't be answered. Only time would tell if he succumbed or not.

"Ken...." He whispers to the other boy. "You and I are buddies now, alright? We've got to stick together."

[Shadowmaster]

"Yeah. We'll make it through this mess together." Ken says as he lies down on his table. Hopefully without us ending up on the other side of this war...