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Arkos - [If you like the sound of superhumans fighting paramilitary troopers on a large jungle island, then this game's for you.]

@Maxx hey you wanna try joining 'em on their way to site haeda? don't wanna leave anyone behind!

Arkos - [If you like the sound of superhumans fighting paramilitary troopers on a large jungle island, then this game's for you.]

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"Hey thanks. The key is to practice on plastic bottles. It's no skin off my bones to restrict my powers, I actually prefer that, so no worries on that end. I'll tag along for now. Lead on!"

Rico bit his lip to keep himself from audibly chuckling in front of the others. Plastic bottles, huh. There was no doubt that he felt the slightest tinge of sympathy for Wednesday's wound, but at the same time he couldn't help but simply commend the man for his semi-upbeat spirit in such an environment. It was either he was extremely stupid, or just new to Arkos. The plant-bender truly hoped it was the latter, since he wasn't so sure how much more of this Jack's continuously-fired remarks the rest of them would tolerate. Someone's gotta learn, and this is one way to start.

“Just give me a reason.” Rico noticed Estal burning a hole into Jack. Yikes... better keep some more vines ready.

Just as he was about to turn on his heel, a stench that smelled too much like burnt hair and rusty metal wafted around his nose. Spinning a complete 180-degrees, he faced an exhausted Wednesday, who seemed to had just finished cauterizing her wound with - wait, what? With... Oh. Right. The lighting up of her arm earlier. That must have been where all those noises had come from. It was his first time meeting a heat-conjurer, however now was probably not the time to mention that. Dealing with Jack had him distracted the entire time she was struggling. Rico shook his head and gently placed his face in his palm. It's not that she needed either of them at all, but to imagine the kind of pain she must have endured made Rico's stomach do a backflip. What. A Day...

"Lets just go. Follow me. And you-" The elementalist said, shooting daggers at Jack. "One wrong move, and I will burn this forest to the ground. With you in it."

On queue, Rico followed, making sure Estal walked ahead before them. Amidst all the aerated tension, he took pleasure in the crunch of the dead leaves beneath his worn-out birkenstocks. They were the little things that brought him to familiar places - brought him back home. It was times like these that he'd always end up reminiscing, for some reason. As if his parents' words acted as a barrier among the wolves of Arkos. That's the thing, he thought. That's the thing about this island. Everyone who was brought here seemed to grow up ten times faster than they should. They're forced to. You leave everything you have behind because in the end it's baggage that slows you down. That's what everyone needed to do in order to survive, and someday people like Jack will realize it. Estal already seemed quite self-aware, considering how she had her guard up the entire time. The newer guy? He was... different. Rico cringed at the thought. Maybe different is what gets you killed. After all, that's how they all ended up here.

"Es, you can go ahead with Wednesday. I'll keep an eye on Jack, we'll catch up." he said, gently ushering her forward.

"So... blood's your thing, aye? I mean - it's all our things too, but, you can actually do shit with yours?" Rico figured if he was going to partake in the gang's trek session, he might as well have made some new company. In the back of his mind, he'd already forgiven the guy for unintentionally jumping them. Maybe he'd have thought differently if he was the one who'd have gotten hit instead, but Rico was naive that way. Trust either made him or broke him, and that's exactly what landed him on the island. Was he mature enough to realize that? Not quite yet. But to him, it was always worth the gamble.

MENTIONED: @Ginger Kollie @JunkMail @Inertia

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Arkos - [If you like the sound of superhumans fighting paramilitary troopers on a large jungle island, then this game's for you.]

oh yummy

Arkos - [If you like the sound of superhumans fighting paramilitary troopers on a large jungle island, then this game's for you.]

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Rico had the man held in place, but the same couldn't be said for his projectile. Wha-

"Oops. Better dodge that, mysterious prisoner #3."

A panic shot? Really?

"Fuck! God-damn-shit-fuck!" Oh boy. Out of all of us, had to be the ticking time bomb, huh? Rico's floral grip on the figure grew tighter out of annoyance, keeping this up until the disabled spoke:

"I'm no one of consequence, I was making my way to 'Site Haeda' before you attacked me. Oh, I'm friendly, by the way." Upon hearing those words, the vine began to loosen around his ankle. "Believe it or not." At that point, he turned his attention to Wednesday before anything. A brief consolation was to ensue before he noticed her arm lighting up like the fourth of July. At the same time, the heat grew just a tinge more painful, but soon went back to normal as did her arm. Goddamn, he thought. It was pretty fascinating, but he figured he didn't want to stick around to see what would happen if she decided to go all out.

"Shoot." Arkos was not known for its abundance of herbs, but there were plenty in the process of cultivation back at Haeda. Narrowing his eyes and visibly searching around for anything he could use to fight an infection, he realized he was out of luck for now. Rico felt a growing heaviness in his gut - there was almost nothing worse than knowing your powers couldn't possibly be of much use to someone in need. He shook his head, not allowing the thoughts to fester. Things had to happen soon, and if they hadn't reached the site by evening, they were probably going to run into way more fucktards along the way. Groaning internally, he hoped that that had been the only damage done, if anything. It was just one bullet after all, right?

Rico hastily surveyed himself, then Estal. Nothing to take into account. Now, back to that guy.

"Nice aim." he glared at the man, and lightly snarled alongside the jest. "And Site Haeda? We're heading there too. We could let you come along-" he began, shooting a glance at Wednesday. "-but only if you plan on using those bullets on anyone besides us this time? It's a tough time on your own." Maybe a tough time with a crowd, too.

So this guy could shoot bullets. From where and made of what, he didn't really have the time to think. Time was ticking, and someone was hurt. He placed a small bet that someone on this island was going to sniff her out and possibly try to finish off the kill. After all, if this guy had run into them, more were bound to come. They were going to have to keep moving - with or without collateral damage guy.

MENTIONED: @JunkMail @Ginger Kollie @Inertia

Arkos - [If you like the sound of superhumans fighting paramilitary troopers on a large jungle island, then this game's for you.]

@SepticGentleman that's so neat!! oh my goodness gracious tysm we've been blessed

Arkos - [If you like the sound of superhumans fighting paramilitary troopers on a large jungle island, then this game's for you.]

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After greetings were swiftly exchanged, he stepped back and peered into the forest, trying to make sense of the directions, which proved to be slightly difficult considering the density of the emergents up top. It looked dangerous, to say the least. Did I really go through all that? Goddamn.

"Wednesday. Surname. Sorry 'bout the abrupt intro to the island. Most people aren't exactly friendly here. Thought Ricky here was.."

"Coolio!" he quickly replied with a thumbs-up. Aside from the growing darkness that enveloped the insides of the forest, he felt unsafe. Such was to be expected from an island full of convicts. Finally, Rico took in the entirety of it all and thoroughly understood what it was that made Wednesday act up. Was that also the reason why she was shooting glares at the canopy? Whatever it was, Rico took note of how she locked eyes with it for a good 5 seconds, until she flipped the damn thing off. What the shit? From a relaxed state, the air shifted and filled with an ever growing sense of tension. The three of them were alert, listening for sounds, and signs of life within before finally daring to venture. A machete-wielding Wednesday walked ahead, taking a few hacks to the unforgiving bushes that seemed to have only grown larger than when he had trekked here earlier. A few feet into the vast stretch of trees, Rico thanked his lucky stars he had decided to make the trip earlier than when most prisoners would prefer to be awake. Looking back at it, his life could have been in danger, but simply sat on the thought instead - he was surrounded by undergrowth. The gardener was in power here, what was the worst that could have happened?

Swatting away a botfly, he cringed thinking about the question. To be fairly honest, a lot of things.

It was beginning to get hard to tell where the sun was, and normally he wouldn't have been this tense, but if a stoic Wednesday was on high alert, then he figured he had a reason to be too. Rico looked over his shoulder and made sure Estal was still behind them. The grower stepped to the side and tilted his head, gesturing for her to go ahead. It only made sense to have her in his sights, considering the situation. Newcomer or not, people had to stay a priority. Rico followed closely behind her, and peered into the front to make sure Wednesday was still in sights. That machete would probably get worn out sooner if she kept slicing away like that, though. With a purposeful clearing of his throat, he extended his arms in front of him and sapped the energy from the flora within the span of a few seconds. This cleared out a path in front of them for a good couple of meters or so, albeit a little crunchy, but it made for good navigation. The noise the dead plants made under their steps were oddly satisfying, too.

I'm from a different type of left land
Old wild west land
Nosebleeds, palm trees, tumbleweeds rustlin'

The boy hummed silently, truly missing having his phone on him. 6 weeks in and he still couldn't get over the loss of his various pirated albums. They'd almost been travelling for a solid 5 minutes when Rico whipped his head in the direction of the sound of a few twigs snapping. For sure, it couldn't have been the two women in front of him - no, it came from a few feet behind him.

The absence of light made it hard to determine who it was, but the stimuli trickled out of him just barely, causing a short vine to grow around the figure that tried to make his way towards the small group. The woody-stemmed plant was wrapped tightly around the other man's ankle, Rico made sure of that. Instead of physically hurting him, he was only trying to subdue the unknown figure until he got answers that made it clear he meant no harm.

"Who are you and why the fuck are you sneaking up behind a buncha people who could possibly kill you?"

MENTIONED: @JunkMail @Ginger Kollie @Inertia

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Hi Lazy, My name's Lazy. Good to have ya!

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Inertia and I were planning on just waiting it out until the GM comes back to move the plot.

I thought the same too. It would have been amazing to see how everyone turned out, and I thoroughly enjoyed interacting with you lot as well. :)

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