Prepare for the #LodanRespawn2024 Existing characters may choose to be displace from/have memories of different timelines, thereby allowing returning members the option to retcon their whole character. These changes are the result of the "Unnatural Fog" plot device that is running between now and the Respawn. The plot is simple: no matter where your character is, that place is shrouded in a thick fog that suspends time, but not thoughts or memories, so even if they're repeating the same day over and over again, they continue to remember, so each time feels like a new day. For those retconning OCs; this is where new versions of themselves have the opportunity to replace the old versions. Official lore and tree updates will be announced asap
Leandra was prepared to catch the medic if she fell, which it seemed she almost did. It didn’t matter to the blonde though as she fidgeted with her bag. Forceps? Guaze? Pull the bullet out? The commands made Leandra’s head spin, but she nodded. “R-roger.” Despite the words, her hands trembled as she grabbed the forceps. Go in, grab the bullet, go in, grab the bullet, she said to herself, but was now really the best time? But, if the medic was done and out, who would help the others? This had to be the time, then, for the sake of the rest. “Hold tight.” Leandra muttered, steading her grip as she sent the forceps in, digging for the bullet. When metal hit metal, Leandra opened the wound a bit to wrap the forceps around the bullet. Once secured, she pulled. “G-got it!” Leandra breathed, pulling the bullet free. She wasn’t sure if she was supposed to take it slow, or quickly, so she had pulled it out with medium speed. Hopefully she did alright. Training had told her to shoot a bow, but not pull a bullet.
The calls of “I’m out” echoed, as one by one people proclaimed they were out. Many took their fighting to one on one combat as they left their posts, just like the giant. Leandra glanced over the edge, curious as to what the large man was up to now. It seemed like most of the slavers had left, and now those following them were soldiers trying to either round up the surviving or attack them if they decided to give more trouble. Another group continued their triage and search and rescue. One triage solider approached Krunk, noticing the lost look in Krunk’s eye. “You okay, sir? Are you injured?” The soldier asked, checking for shock.
Post by Jovena Barbados on Dec 31, 2017 17:28:22 GMT
Luckily for them, it seemed like the enemy was on the retreat. Hell, some of her comrades were chasing the scum out of the building - putting their hand to hand combat to use. Jove wasn't AS trained up on that particular skill though, she was more of a shoot guns and throw knives kinda girl. Speaking of.... Did she have any knives left? She started patting all her pockets and the waistband of her uniform. Aha! That comforting feeling of being armed returned to her sans empty gun magazine. The weapons lended her the extra bravery she needed to also pursue the villains out of toward the streets, knives gripped expertly(ish) between her fingers, ready to throw or slice depending on how near the perp's might be.
She ran, ducked under a fallen beam, jumped over bullet riddled furniture and slid across the surface of what was left, catching up with the backs of her allies and keeping her eyes forward toward their fleeting enemies. Today was a good day after all.