Rise to Power (a fantasy based gang rp) IC

[InsanitiesJack]

Flow flinched back as the sword ripped through the vines entangling her - and then she found herself stumbling backwards, only barely retaining her balance as everything rushed around her. Gunfire, screams, blood splashed, and before she could even know what she was doing she realized that she was right there besides Malek, a knife in her ahnd and ripping through vines as she struggled to keep up with the vine-ventilating monster. A vine passed him by - tore through her side, but hse ignored the injury in favor of taking advantage of the fact that Malek had managed to pin her. all around her, bullets and knifes and weapons tore through the vines, and her knife very suddenly found it's way into the mark - the woman gave out a ghastly scream as a knife found it's way into her destroyed eye socket, and then, quite suddenly, literally hundreds of vines exploded from everywhere.

Flow found herself thrown backwards, thorns and blades ripping into her abdomen as the swordsman she'd assisted was literally crushed through the floor, his entire body thrown down into the room below them. Vines and whips and plants seemed to fly through the room, tearing four of the armed pups apart and leaving Flow within a wall, her eyes swirling as she watched the wounded Vine-Warden escape - she seemed less human and more like a monster made of green, swirling death. Black flashed in her vision, and Flow took a deep breath as she struggled to stand up - only to find herself silently screaming as ribs and muscles tore and splintered at her movements. Letting herself fall back, she took a deep breath. Slowly, carefully, she allowed herself to straighten out and stiffen up. She'd definately need medical help after this, though she supposed she should count herself lucky; after all, she had not only survived a fight with a Vine-Warden, she had WON! This would definately get her in the good books with some high-ranking people.

She heard a low growl to her left, and gave a slight glance - it looked like Gregory was waking up. The beastial man slowly dragged himself upwards, crouching down on one knee as he panted through his snout. With a single, low keel, he slowly stood up and glanced about the room. With a glance towards Flow's position, he gave a low snort before carefully picking her up - she nearly blacked out from the pain, but the both of them managed to find a more suitable spot to lay down without doing too much damage to their own bodies.

Quickly, the monstrous creature set about doing the same for the rest of the injured - and, when Oz came up, they got him to leave and go calling for some medical support. Flow dizzily wondered whether the Beasts medical teams were hired, or trained, or what. Then she took another deep, slow breath, conscious of her cracked ribs, and let herself fall into unconsciousness.

[Storyboy]

Lance watched as men trained, and a war fighting arsenal was factory built. Their were trucks with tarps over them heading down the street and across the bridge into Tesla territory. Boats with crates of unknowns were heading to the Beast and helicopters were delivering items to the Toxins. "Pretty soon this war is going to grow into a real threat to the country, the world even. Then I'll have the funding I need to bring it all down. I'll have their leaders on their knees begging for it to stop. All that needs to be done now is watch as they continue fighting."

[BigPapaBelial]

(Apologies man but i want to get this rolling)

Chance stood at the edge of the subway platform as the last of the Tesla soldiers loaded into the train. He looked towards the end of the train where the elites were boarding. He had talked with all of them to get to know them. most of them had heard of him, and said they'd give him the same respect they would give any other man who worked his way up just like them.

He was surprised when team leaders radioed in to tell him they were boarded, but that passed when he boarded too in the command section of the train to have all the team leaders except for the Juggernaut leader, waiting for him. As he came towards the command table the train started to move. He braced himself at the table and nodded to the men, "Alright gentlemen. I know you can all do your job, I'm just here for moral support and to do anything I can. I know you know your own men better then I do by far. All I ask is that you take my word as atleast suggestions when we are out there." The men nodded, and Chance saw many of them seem to gain a little more respect for him, as he hadn't asked them to obey him like a god.

As the train moved the men began to discuss their options. Chance for the most part listening to assessments and thoughts, chiming in with suggestions for deployments as they discussed the large map of their destination out on the table.

[Shoryu]

[sorry again insanities DX once again my subscription thing fucked up on me and made me think nobody had posted since i did DX stupid freaking subscription glitches DX]

Green... everywhere... Even after it left he saw bits of green mixed with brown and red allover the room he was now crashed into, the pain was both excruciating and exhilarating... and one thing came out of his mouth while he was still there. "I'm going to enjoy killing that bitch next time we meet... now...where am i?" That 'last ditch attack' of hers completely disoriented him, and it felt like every inch of his body was in pain and he felt wet beneath his back, though looking up at the hole in the ceiling kindof gave him a hint. This was one of those moments when you 'know' your so thoroughly injured you'd be helpless in a fight no matter who you were fighting, so his first action was to put the swords away, though the pain of the injuries made it difficult to even unclench his hands from the handles.

After this he worked to roll over, twitching from the sound of cracking wood as he pulled up from the debris that littered the room now, feeling distinct stinging pain from large splinters jammed into his back in addition to all of the cuts covering his body from writhing sharp vines, then a distinct crack. "urp... I remember that feeling... Broken bones..." He more or less said 'fuck it' and pushed himself to his feet regardless, Growling and hissing through the pain as he moved his way as a slow pace towards the stairs outside of that room, about the time to notice one of Flow's entourage running down another set, probably to get help, and he began working his way 'up' to the others. By the time he got into the room the various more minor wounds dotting his front-side were healing far enough to lesser bleeding, so he laids himself on his front to patiently wait for the medics, not to just do nothing though, he didn't know what the others knew about the 'medical staff' but he knew than a good few of them are opportunistic psychos who aren't above claiming someone was deceased to experiment on them. Despite a break in one of his arms he twisted it around behind him, slowly and painfully pulling out long bloody splinters that had resulting from being smashed through the floor, when you can regenerate from just about anything, albeit still needing a long while for such injuries as these, your first priority is usually things that can steadily cause more damage if not handled.

Soon they were all removed however and his back wounds could start closing up, though with the time that had passed he was sure the 'medics' would be there soon, so he pulled himself closer to the door, positioning so he could sit with his back carefully against the wall, produced a sword in his right hand, and carefully posed his body so that it could continue recovering without grinding up his insides with broken bones. When the medics arrived and he heard them thundering up the stairs to collect their injured 'allies', The first one through the door had a disturbing grin on his face, that faded immediately when he found The Persistent Staring him down, not even needing words to know that the glare meant death if he was unethical in his assistance, and the group of medics got to prioritizing the others who had survived the battle.

He found himself wondering where Flow's 'commander' was in all of this, but given his demeanor at the moment and guessing from the man's actions before this all started he might well gut the fool If he showed up and started making an ass of himself, He wasn't particularly interested in being nice to anyone right now. He watched quietly, focusing on his own healing as he watched them carefully removing the other injured and 'cleaning up' the dead, allowing himself to be the last to get moved out, though being 'carried' out was demeaning as fuck, the prospect of 'not' causing further internal damage from pridefully dragging himself out on broken limbs and recovering sooner made it easier to swallow his pride, and before long They were all contained in disguised 'medical transports', which were really Large vans modified to have medically sound internals. He remained ever vigilant however, Never taking his eyes off of the ones 'working on him' and refusing every offer of medication, he knew he could recover on his own just given proper time, and he would run anyone through that tried to put him under and leave him vulnerable to piss-ant little opportunists, fortunately they still knew how dangerous he could be even when injured.