Gelatinous Cube

What Are You Listening To?

Still going strong with this incredible group. Stark contrast to fifty or so pages of this thread (or an older thread?) where someone else posted them and I said I didn't like them.
So glad I know better now.

War Never Changes

He felt agonizingly naked without a weapon. It was the way it had to be after his revelation, but at this point it was no more than a giant inconvenience.
If nothing else, he still had Blood Army training, and years of construction work had left him with a reasonable physique. If he got a hold of one, he could always just beat him to death. Or improvise a weapon from any of the detritus laying around.

"If we disperse through the houses it should break their line of sight. It won't get us as far away as a straight line, but we're no good in the open."
It was a strange sensation to be stepping up to the plate like this, it gave him an uncomfortable knot in his stomach. No time to dwell on it now.
"Celty, try and take out the engines if you can, failing that the drivers but don't stick around too long. Nobody needs to be a hero today."

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The sound of an explosion reached off into the distance and registered only vaguely on Elias Vex's ears. Vaguely was enough for his keen senses.
He called out to his men, in a mighty booming voice that was like a hundred swinging sledgehammers striking down all at once.
"Move out, assholes! We got a traitor to catch!"
Vex reached into a pocket on his tactical vest and withdrew a slender syringe. He jabbed it into his neck without even a flinch and plunged the blue liquid inside into his bloodstream.
It only took a moment for his pupils to dilate.
The soldiers behind him all did the same, and they rapidly grew more feral. They howled, beat their chests and pounded on whatever their fists met.
Vex and his demons were on their way.

What Are You Listening To?

The return of one of Prog's greatest achievements.

Vampire/ Human/ Hunter RP

@Gelatinous Cube Your avatar fills me with rage....GUTS' RAGE!

@Rusalka

Vampire/ Human/ Hunter RP

Yep, count me in.

War Never Changes

Realization struck Quinn like a sucker punch to the nose, or perhaps it was an instinct, or just some freakish unexplainable sixth sense. Whatever it was moved him before he could think about what he was doing. As Celty's hand closed around one of the tins his arm closed around her waist and using the weight of his entire body he wrenched her off her feet. As they fell he pivoted around to cover her with his mass, his arms copping the brunt of the impact as their forms hit the floor with a thud.
A roaring blast filled the air, and he felt intense heat and concussive force slide over his back as the removal of the can triggered an explosion.
One only narrowly avoided.
Quinn coughed and spluttered, his ears ringing and the world around him spun in kaleidoscopic pandemonium.

In a few moments that felt like an eternity, things cleared and his senses returned to him. He managed to rise and offer Celty to her feet.
"Probably a claymore. I'll bet my good eye those cans were fakes."
A second realization hit him even harder than the first.
"We have to move, now! If there any Blood Army nearby that blast will draw them in like sharks. Come on!"

What Are You Listening To?

War Never Changes

Woohoo! I have internet again!

I want to also reiterate how keen I am to keep this boulder rolling.
There's still so much of these characters I want to explore and I've come to love each and every one of them so much.
I want to do so much with Vex. I want him to be like The Governer and Negan combined. Or if you don't watch Walking Dead, like Cersei and The Mountain combined.

War Never Changes

I still want to do this, for sure.
Biggest problem I'm facing is having moved house and waiting for my internet to be connected but my ISP is dragging its feet and taking as long as possible.

War Never Changes

With a sincere nod and a quiet "thank you", Quinn took the cereal bar and proceeded to eat it in small, conscientious bites. There was lull in the moment where the group had grown quiet and Quinn involuntarily retreated inward.

"Do it, Harris," the gruff voice of Colonel Elias Vex whispered harshly into a broken man's ear. Quinn still had both of his eyes, and beneath the dirt and sweat was a face unscarred, but carrying the weight of sallow grief all the same. The loss of his wife and daughters was much fresher in his heart and mind and their face still retained distinguishing features in his memory.
"Slit her throat, Harris."
Quinn felt the weight of a colossal hand slap a knife against his chest with enough force to rock him back a little. He knew though, that was Vex's version of a soft tap. The titan of a man had enough strength in one hand to squish Quinn's head like a grape.
Quinn took the knife in his own hand and knelt down by the crying woman, eyes speaking odysseys of inhuman pain and torment. Twenty men had taken her, broken her and violated her. Quinn had been no exception.
It was a mercy to drag the knife across her throat. Her face went slack, her eyes dulled over and the dead weight of her figure fell with a thump onto the dirty ground.
"Congratulations, Harris. You've earned your fatigues at last."

Quinn was brought back to the present by the vague impression of Alyssa's voice. He had not heard what she had said, so he did not reply. He hadn't had a flashback that vivid for a long while. Alyssa had nearly been another body left in the dust, another throat slit. He wouldn't speak on the things that had been done to her, the things he had done and had let be done.
He realized he had been staring, and self-consciously looked down at the ground, clenching his hand into a fist beneath his poncho and nibbling at the cereal bar.