Capture the Flag {IC} {On Hiatus}

Nikolai watched the crazy older man with the axe carefully, he would be dead soon. He heard a gunshot and tensed up then looked at his own body, he had been unaffected. He looked around at his allies, one of the girls had a bullet wound in her head and fell to the ground. Nikolai felt his heart begin pumping faster. Death angered him.

"Cut them down," Nikolai said in response to Chris, "Two of you fight smart."

Nikolai spun his axe in his hand and began walking towards the smaller axe wielding old man. He made X patterns as he approached and when he got in range swung from his bottom right to the top left. A quick slash through the air that Nikolai put his body into. If it landed Sander would no doubt be cut wide open.
 
Sander Days [White Crate Team]
[Near: Nikolai, Ike, Alex, Chris, Lauren
[Turtle-Crane Path Intersection #2]​
Seeing a big man start to stalk towards him, Sander grinned lopsidedly. "A challenger, eh? Bring it on!" The energetic old man shouted, thrusting his own ax up in the air. Once the big man had gotten closer, however, Sander started to take things more seriously. Falling back into a defensive position, as it was painfully obvious that he wasn't going to overpower this monster, he kept a close eye on the swing of the other man's ax. Watching as the man prepared an upwards swipe, Sander considered his options briefly. He was pretty sure he wasn't going to be able to block the blow, considering the power that was behind it, and hastily jumped back. The other man's ax caught a bit of his nose, chopping the top of that off and causing a stream of blood down his face, but otherwise he was intact. Countering with a quick step forward and a downwards swipe that traveled from Sander's right to his left, he hoped that he had acted fast enough and before the big man could recover.

Kieran Wells - Black Team
[Near: Rhogar, Lycus]
[Frog Path]​
Hearing a voice, Kieran jumped out of his skin. Spinning around erratically and fumbling with the gun at his side, he instantly relaxed when he realized that the newcomer was on his own team. Sighing with relief, he let go of his gun. He had made surprising progress with it, considering his panic. Nodding to the scout, who had introduced himself as Lycus, Kieran released his grip on the crate. "The white team was chasing me I think, they'll probably be here soon." He said, starting to chew at the side of his mouth at the memory of the team and Kyle's death. "They have a swordsman, but that's all I know." The man commented to the scout, before hastily beginning a retreat into the trees. The white team was probably going to be a few minutes still, since Kieran had been sprinting and they didn't seem to have been pursuing. "So, we'll both hide and shoot at them once they get here?" Kieran questioned.​
 
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~NPC Announcement~

"A new rule has been instated. Rule #11: Refusing to fight once in the arena is prohibited.
Branden Almaraz, black team scout, is refusing to fight. Rule #11 infraction.
Punishment: Death."​

Back in the black team base, Braden could be seen to look up at the announcement of his name. Seemingly remembering the fate that had befallen Ike and Christina earlier that day, he braced himself for an electric shock. His intuition proved to be correct as a fuzzy shock ran through him. The boy laughed, hoisting his sniper gun up and shooting it into the air. "Is that all you've got?!" He yelled, his voice betraying his fear as it broke halfway into the sentence. "You can't kill-" He started again, but this time a stronger shock probed at his body. The egotistic scout's muscles started to contort painfully, and he tried to yell but was prohibited from doing so as his tongue didn't seem to be working. His body didn't seem to be working, for that matter. Trying to move, he collapsed onto the floor. Three more tremors flew through him: the first sending him into spasms; the second decreasing his movement to mere trembles and shivers; the third stopping his movement altogether. He laid dead on the ground.

"Branden Almaraz's replacement is: Cordelia Guila Lione, new black team scout."​
 
Cordelia Guila Lione
Black Team Scout
Inside Black Team Base

Cordelia woke up inside a large room with four beds inside of it. She rubbed her head because she was both confused and had a headache. The last thing she could remember was being talked to by this nice old man and then she felt some sort of... prick on her neck. And then she had a dream where she read a list of rules and picked a certain door. It was all very strange to her. She wasn't sure whether this was a dream or not, and being the cliche girl that she is, she pinched herself in hopes that it would wake her up. With her luck, she pinched a few times with no effect. She knew that she was awake and that she was inside an arena with two teams. One black and one white. From what she could remember, she was part of the black team and was labeled as a "Scout". She wasn't sure what kind of role she would be playing in this game, but she was sure that she wouldn't be able to make sense of it unless she could see someone of power.

She heard the first part of the announcement before she heard a bit of yelling from somewhere close to where she was. Then she heard a gunshot and started to panic and block out all surrounding sound. What am I going to do? What if that's someone trying to kill me? What am I going to do? What am I going to do? She closed her piercing blue eyes and put her blonde haired head into her lap. She took a few deep breaths and then heard another yell, but it was cut off this time. Then she wondered if that announcement was for the person that was screaming. I need to go help them! They might die! But wait... What if it's too late and there are other enemies? I can't just go out there unarmed! I need something to fight back wit- Right as that thought crossed her mind, out of the corner of her eye, she saw her precious blowgun. There was also a small bag with a divider in the middle containing her darts. She counted the different types and to her dismay, there were only two types of darts. Regular and poisoned. The poisoned darts were useful, but she unfortunately only had five of them. She bit her lip at this fact. I'll just have to make the best out of this bad situation. She heard a bang and then decided that she was done checking her inventory. She hooked the bag of darts onto her belt and grabbed her blowgun. Then, Cordelia checked for any windows that opened and right above her bed, and luckily she happened to find one. I'll take the long way around and surprise any assailants in the next room. She didn't know the layout of the buildings very well, but she'd quickly adapt to what she saw. And with that, she opened the window and jumped outside.

At this point, her only objective was to stay alive. She was already in the game and it was apparent that she couldn't leave unless she won or died. She hoped that her way out wouldn't be death, but she didn't know what the future held for her. She continued to let these thoughts flow through her head as she made her way towards the main entrance of the base. No, compound. That word seemed to fit the buildings a bit better. They were pretty dull and she wasn't impressed with the structure, but she should've expected much from a game. Especially a sadistic killing game for those to enjoy. It suddenly hit her how hot and humid it was. Her skin felt sticky and her entire body felt heavier because of the heat. Compared to the temperature inside the compound, she was surprised to see that it was really well insulated for such a crappy-looking place.

She walked into the main entrance and grabbed one of her normal darts. It might not be lethal, but it would at least give someone a fair amount of pain if she blew hard enough. She didn't enjoy making other suffer, but if it meant that she was going to die if she didn't, she would take causing them pain any day. Okay... Slowly Cordelia. Slow. You don't want to be heard. She slowly approached the main 'commons'. She though it was the commons because it seemed fairly large and from what she could tell, it was in the middle of the complex of buildings. She hid behind areas of the room before realizing that no one was in the 'commons' area. She moved towards the spot where she thought members of the opposite team might be. She turned into the doorway slightly, but could only see someone lying on the ground and when she took a breath in through her nose, she nearly puked. The smell of burning flesh. She didn't expect to come across someone that was burnt on her first day, but since it's a killing game, she wasn't sure what she was supposed to expect. She walked into the room and didn't see anyone in the room, but to be safe, she stayed away from the windows because she was worried that someone may be targeting the base. She slowly inched towards the body and inspected what kind of wounds he had. It seemed like many of the muscles in his body had contracted, which was strange to see. She held her nose and inspected what kind of weapon he had. A sniper. Strange... The base is empty, but why wouldn't this sniper be out where everyone else is? She petted the blowgun from top to bottom and then quickly looked around to make sure no one saw what she had done. She only caressed her blowgun in private, but even then she felt someone was watching. Then she realized, those sadistic kidnappers were probably watching her.

When she couldn't handle being around the body any longer because the stench was so bad, she dragged the body outside. Then she decided that she would check out the facilities a bit. She needed to wait for the others to come back before she wanted to go out. She wasn't sure what state the field was in and she was sure that lots of the people here already died. She hoped that the game was in the black team's favor. She wanted to go home and see her grandma, and then she wanted to rub in her aunt and uncle's faces that she survived a killing game. She was sure that if any of her cousins had gone into the game, they would've wet themselves and died from not fighting. She tried her best to suppress a laugh as she walked over to the list of names, which listed each person's part in the team. She looked under the "Scouts" category, then low and behold, "Cordelia Guila Lione" was right smack at the end of the list of scouts. She was finally part of this game. She was hoping there would be a chance that she wouldn't have to kill anyone, but even though she wanted that to happen, she knew in her mind that at some point she was going to have to kill someone. Well... I guess that I'll just have to make the best of this bad situation. This horribly gruesome situation.


Speaking Text/Thought Text - f0cead
Black Team Text/Setting Text - 32416b
 
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Astrid
Crane/Turtle Intersection #2

Astrid noticed the girl raising her shotgun, but before she could even get a word out, the shot was fired. For a split second, Astrid squeezed her eyes shut, as she felt the splatter of blood and thought she was dead meat. But... she wasn't?

Opening her eyes, Astrid realized she was still breathing. And that the blood splattered on the back of her neck was not her own; rather, it was Fah's. The former scout lay there motionless on the ground next to the crate, a bullet straight through her forehead. Astrid caught only a glimpse of her dead teammate before the announcement came and she couldn't look any longer.

It took everything she had not to scream. Fah was dead, and for what? Some stupid crate? The white team wanted this crate so badly that they were going to kill an innocent girl for it? Astrid was so in awe at this that the threatening comment from the girl with the shotgun barely even phased her. And the deadpan expression on Astrid's face finally broke.

She continued to aim one pistol at the shotgun girl, but she changed so that the second pistol aimed at the boy who was now emptying the crate. He must have been the one in charge of this group. Her face showed the disbelief she was experiencing as she watched the white team rob them of, first, an innocent life, and second, the only survival tools they had. At this point, Astrid almost actually wanted to shoot them, even if just to injure them. But something held her back. Fear, or some level of moral hesitation... whatever it was, she just couldn't pull the trigger.

That was when the next announcement came -- Braden wasn't partaking in the fights, and his punishment for doing so was death. After hearing this, Astrid nearly sunk into full-on panic. What did that even mean? Did it mean that if she let this stalemate continue, she'd be killed automatically too??

By this time, Nikolai had engaged the old man in an axe fight, and Astrid saw Chris running down the path, eyes locked on the one other white team girl as Lauren trailed somewhere behind. In the moment of this distraction that caught the shotgun girl's attention for a second, Astrid felt the panic go to her head (along with the heated anger she felt over the pointless death of her teammate) and she acted on instinct, taking advantage.

Quickly and swiftly, she turned on her heels to face the boy who was emptying the crate -- the crate which rightfully belonged to the black team -- and jumped on him, tackling him to the ground in one swift motion. As they wrestled, Astrid pressed the barrel of her pistol against the boy's back. "Drop the contents!" she screamed. "Drop the contents of the crate and I might not shoot you." At first, Astrid had been scared stiff, but now she was just angry at the fact that she was even in this situation to begin with. She didn't know who to blame for that, so the fury just welled up in the pit of her stomach, threatening to explode. However, the rage also came from the pointless death of Fah, who was still lying dead on the ground, and no one giving her a second glance -- and for that, Astrid did have someone to blame. Now having a human shield, she shouted back at the girl with the shotgun. "You wanna shoot me? Go ahead, but I'll be taking you're precious leader right down with me!" At this point, if Astrid really needed to shoot someone or to save her teammates, she had worked up enough panic and anger to be able to shoot without thinking. In a more hushed tone, she addressed the boy that she had managed to tackle. "Haven't you guys done enough damage? If you forget about this crate and just beat it, you can leave with your lives. But if you touch anything or anyone else, I swear to God I'll shoot your spinal chord in half. And don't you dare test me."​
 
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Sander Days [White Crate Team]
[Near: Nikolai, Ike, Alex, Chris, Lauren
[Turtle-Crane Path Intersection #2]​
Seeing a big man start to stalk towards him, Sander grinned lopsidedly. "A challenger, eh? Bring it on!" The energetic old man shouted, thrusting his own ax up in the air. Once the big man had gotten closer, however, Sander started to take things more seriously. Falling back into a defensive position, as it was painfully obvious that he wasn't going to overpower this monster, he kept a close eye on the swing of the other man's ax. Watching as the man prepared an upwards swipe, Sander considered his options briefly. He was pretty sure he wasn't going to be able to block the blow, considering the power that was behind it, and hastily jumped back. The other man's ax caught a bit of his nose, chopping the top of that off and causing a stream of blood down his face, but otherwise he was intact. Countering with a quick step forward and a downwards swipe that traveled from Sander's right to his left, he hoped that he had acted fast enough and before the big man could recover.
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Nikolai watched as his blade cut the edge of the older mans nose, a short smile came across his face but when the old man seemed almost unfazed by it the smile faded. The old man brought his axe above his head then down across Nikolai's chest, gave him a fair bloody cut over his left pectoral.

"You die now," Nikolai said with a growl. He swung he threw himself forward and swung the axe at stomach level. He wanted the older man to die, to cut his stomach open and have his entrails poor out. Then the rest of the enemy team would die, no more of his own team would die.
 
Lauren Jennings

At this point in time, Lauren wasn't at all surprised at Chris's enthusiasm for killing. It wasn't exactly normal for someone to be so eager to kill, yet Lauren wasn't exactly bothered by it. So as she turned to the Bear Man, asking if she could go after the girl with the staff, she found it quite amusing. "Sure, let's go." Lauren nodded as she followed behind Chris off to kill the staff girl she had mentioned. There was still the fear of getting killed in the back of her head, but the adrenaline she was beginning to feel was shadowing that fear. At the same moment and announcement had been made. They were practically being forced to fight with that new rule they had.​
 
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