Gelatinous Cube

War Never Changes

Quinn couldn't place it, but something about the girl seemed unnervingly familiar to him. It set his nerves on edge trying to suss it out, but he just couldn't quite put his finger on it.
If there was one thing he could tell, she wasn't Blood Army. They had a certain bearing about them that gave them away, and she didn't carry herself the same way. That detail helped him relax and he straightened, letting his gun return to it's holster at his hip.
"We're looking for a house," Quinn interjected raising his hands non-threateningly, "If you have one, we'll gladly make a trade for a nights accommodation. I have some tools, I can repair something if you need."

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Quinn's movements almost mirrored Jake's.
He snapped around, his revolver in his hand and pointed at this startling newcomer in a blur of movement.
Quinn noticed Jake lower his rifle, and after a tense moment, did the same. The barrel of his revolver was now pointed at the ground at the girl's feet, ready to come back up in a heartbeat.
As Jake addressed her, Quinn looked around, scanning their immediate surroundings in his line of sight, but couldn't place anything out of the ordinary. That was the problem with city areas, suburban or otherwise. Too many dark buildings for killers to hide in.

Good ol Boys

I used to be 'Dream Evil' back when the guild only had a little over 200 members. Can't remember what year I joined, but I think it may have been around 2006 or 2007?
I remember you, Aerandir.

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"Pursuit or not, traveling at night is too dangerous. Worse things than Blood Army prowl at night."
Sudden flashes of memory came at him like artillery shells. Running, bleeding, pain and fear. In the end the only reason he got away was that even the Blood Army feared the mutant freaks that ruled the night.
Quinn hopped out of the car and stretched. The feeling of solid ground beneath his feet gave him a small sense of confidence.
"We're losing light. Sooner we clear a house, the better."
It would be a difficult thing, with one injured and Quinn's disability, something could very easily get the drop on them. On one hand he didn't want to send someone in alone, and on the other hand he didn't want to leave Charlotte alone.

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I'll get a reply up soon guys, been very sick over the last couple of days.

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Oooh! What a tweest if she happens to have been enslaved by the group of Blood Army soldiers Quinn used to be a part of.

What Are You Listening To?

I just came back from seeing these guys live for the fifth time. They're absolutely amazing.

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Quinn's jaw tensed. He didn't like remembering that night, but it was an unavoidable thing. The reminder was permanently affixed to his face, and damn hard to hide.
It was such a loaded question, with a potentially loaded answer to be given. He could never tell these people that he used to be part of the Blood Army, that he had committed countless atrocities and sadist acts. Things that would stain his soul forever.
He looked away for a moment, nervously adjusting his makeshift bandages. No matter how he wore the fucking thing it still showed some of that scar tissue.
After what seemed like a long time, but was in actual fact only a few seconds, Quinn turned back to Charlotte.
"Blood Army happened, regular day at the beach for them," he choked out a crackling laugh to ease the tension and hopefully bring some much needed levity to the situation.
"Managed to take some of them with me. Can still keep an eye on them in hell."

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"Blood army happened," Quinn commented dryly, "Regular day at the beach for them."
Of course, Quinn had been shaken by the encounter as well, but he felt less in the way of fear and more rage. The Blood Army was a plague that had risen out of the ashes of the real military and fallen prey to mankind's basest desires.
They were out for mindless conquest, and nothing more.
Quinn knelt down to speak to Charlotte.
"How are you feeling? That wound will need looking at. Think you can hold on until we get somewhere safe?"

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Hell yeah. Tsar Grotto, you've got a beautiful brain. Maybe it's the same one that took Quinn's eye?