She was used to this. War was hell, but Lash had lived most of her life embracing it. Pushed some of the bodies away like no care in the world, trying to see if some of them had weapons or ammunition she could use. Terrible, but necessary.
Right now she was tired, annoyed and just planned angry with whoever had caused all of this. No one made Lash feel uncomfortable in wartimes! No one! She pulled away at one of the fallen rocks and threw it in the air, feeling the weight. It could make a good throwing stone. A primitive weapon, yes, but it was better than nothing.
Screaming wasn't the smartest of options. But she was ready if someone wanted to attack her. Let them come. What she wanted was other voices of allies. Working alone wasn't her forte. She was terrible lonely.
Dustin wasn’t far behind her. Not that he’d been following this odd little lady-she just happened to be heading in the direction of the piled bodies and, therefore, spare weapons and munitions. True, Dustin had his backpack full of futuristic, self-created devices that could probably wipe out legions of…well, almost anything that came at them. Unfortunately he couldn’t remember how to work them. Among other things I mean.
He just wanted to be able to protect Yoshimi. She might not have needed the support (or she might vehemently deny requiring it), but it was the least he could do for her. Not that he would admit that to anyone of course. As far as the others were concerned, Dustin was just as crass as usual, if not even more so due to his loss of advanced cognitive functions and consequent spike in paranoia
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Signs of life! Lash casually ignored the remark about her yelling and came out of her hiding place between the crushed slabs of the destroyed building. She seemed to recall seeing this man before, maybe passing by in a corridor or talking a few months ago. Whatever, he was someone who was alive and a team member.
"Not much luck." She kicked a half-rotting head without regard. "I managed to find a backpack from one of the dead soldiers, but the rations, if they were rations in the first place, were all rotted. I can use it to carry things, however. Like the few shell guns I found, and a standard grade military knife." She pointed to the infantry rifle that was attached to her back. "I also found this K98, but I still haven't found bullets for it. The scope is attached to it too! Sucks. My biggest catch is a Colt M1911A1, with half the bullets still in the gun. I also found a box of shells for it." She paused, and brought out about five or so round spheres before placing them in her bag again carefully.
He raised a thick eyebrow. The names of weapons echoed about in his brain, ready to be spoken in response: ”Perfect. I’ll take the rifle and keep looking for ammunition, you can have these .45-caliber shells that I just found, they should fit that model pistol. A bomb or two would be nice until then. Now, split up and take the left route through those buildings over there, and offer me cover while I search the opposite side-I think I saw a Mosin-Nagant Model 1891/30 3.5x PU scoped rifle through one of the upper windo-“
Dustin went pale, pain shooting through his crippled brain as it locked up and refused to continue. The static reached nigh deafening levels; and then it subsided, leaving his ears ringing with ambient noise and his temples pounding. It took him a few moments before he could pursue a less complex train of thought.
Stupid Nightmare King. With his stupid power dampeners.
But…that was just the thing, wasn’t it? Dustin’s weapons were almost a century ahead of their time, and he couldn’t even use them! Unless…unless this
( ... )
"Name's Lash," she stated with a miniature salute, her eyes still looking around least they get attacked by something. "Ex-Black Hole Commanding Officer. I'm used to wars, despite my age. What's yours?" She spun around the gun she was holding for emphasis, except it didn't seem to spin as well as normal. She was too tied to show off properly. "Sorry. Usually I could...do things, but lack of proper sleep and my CO powers are not activating at all."
She scooted over and stood next to him, looking at the backpack. Any weapons could be helpful right now.
The salute brought another quizzical raise of his brow, though her stance and title suggested that she had enough competence to handle the weapons he was about to bestow upon her-not to mention, the experience and loyalty not to stab him in the back once he did. Normal conditions required that Lash give more than just a statement of rank to win over Dustin’s fickle allegiance, but these were…far from normal conditions. As far as he could fathom, chances were high that Lash was his only hope
( ... )
"The Assassin?" she repeated, stroking her chin, "sounds dangerous. I like the sound of that, tee hee hee. And tell me about it. I've never felt this tired in my entire life. They call me the wunderkind, but how is my brain supposed to function without proper rest?"
But then, lo! It was like a chorus of angels had sung out to her, except said angles were equipped with K-42s, napalm and sunglasses. She couldn't help but let out a small glee and audible gasp at the weapons found in his bag. "Wow! Someone's been pretty busy...unless these are yours?" She turned over some of the weapons. "Oh! I've never seen a model modified like that, that's pure genius! Too bad it doesn't seem to work..." She looked at the more complex ones with a tiny sigh. "Stupid lack of sleep, I'm sure I could get this to work!" Oh well, back into the bag it went as she continued to look. "I'd try to hotwire or hack into the mainframe, but I don't have the necessary tools for that anyway. Stupid lack of sleep. Stupid stupid!" Finally, she managed to take out the P-
( ... )
Dustin glanced at the ground, a charming but distinctly proud grin crossing his scarred face. Yes, Lash, those are his own designs, and indeed, they are genius in every way, shape, and form! Dustin knows this and he’s letting every bit of your muttered praise and squeals of joy inflate his ego to the point of bursting. The only humbling factor to all of this was the fact that he couldn’t even understand the devices which he had created-and unfortunately, neither did Lash
( ... )
Right now she was tired, annoyed and just planned angry with whoever had caused all of this. No one made Lash feel uncomfortable in wartimes! No one! She pulled away at one of the fallen rocks and threw it in the air, feeling the weight. It could make a good throwing stone. A primitive weapon, yes, but it was better than nothing.
Screaming wasn't the smartest of options. But she was ready if someone wanted to attack her. Let them come. What she wanted was other voices of allies. Working alone wasn't her forte. She was terrible lonely.
"HEY! ANYONE OUT THERE WHO CAN HEAR ME?"
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Dustin wasn’t far behind her. Not that he’d been following this odd little lady-she just happened to be heading in the direction of the piled bodies and, therefore, spare weapons and munitions. True, Dustin had his backpack full of futuristic, self-created devices that could probably wipe out legions of…well, almost anything that came at them. Unfortunately he couldn’t remember how to work them. Among other things I mean.
He just wanted to be able to protect Yoshimi. She might not have needed the support (or she might vehemently deny requiring it), but it was the least he could do for her. Not that he would admit that to anyone of course. As far as the others were concerned, Dustin was just as crass as usual, if not even more so due to his loss of advanced cognitive functions and consequent spike in paranoia ( ... )
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"Not much luck." She kicked a half-rotting head without regard. "I managed to find a backpack from one of the dead soldiers, but the rations, if they were rations in the first place, were all rotted. I can use it to carry things, however. Like the few shell guns I found, and a standard grade military knife." She pointed to the infantry rifle that was attached to her back. "I also found this K98, but I still haven't found bullets for it. The scope is attached to it too! Sucks. My biggest catch is a Colt M1911A1, with half the bullets still in the gun. I also found a box of shells for it." She paused, and brought out about five or so round spheres before placing them in her bag again carefully.
"Bombs. They aren't the best ( ... )
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Dustin went pale, pain shooting through his crippled brain as it locked up and refused to continue. The static reached nigh deafening levels; and then it subsided, leaving his ears ringing with ambient noise and his temples pounding. It took him a few moments before he could pursue a less complex train of thought.
Stupid Nightmare King. With his stupid power dampeners.
But…that was just the thing, wasn’t it? Dustin’s weapons were almost a century ahead of their time, and he couldn’t even use them! Unless…unless this ( ... )
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She scooted over and stood next to him, looking at the backpack. Any weapons could be helpful right now.
"What did you find?"
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But then, lo! It was like a chorus of angels had sung out to her, except said angles were equipped with K-42s, napalm and sunglasses. She couldn't help but let out a small glee and audible gasp at the weapons found in his bag. "Wow! Someone's been pretty busy...unless these are yours?" She turned over some of the weapons. "Oh! I've never seen a model modified like that, that's pure genius! Too bad it doesn't seem to work..." She looked at the more complex ones with a tiny sigh. "Stupid lack of sleep, I'm sure I could get this to work!" Oh well, back into the bag it went as she continued to look. "I'd try to hotwire or hack into the mainframe, but I don't have the necessary tools for that anyway. Stupid lack of sleep. Stupid stupid!" Finally, she managed to take out the P- ( ... )
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